The car ride home with Finn and Kurt was incredibly awkward for Finn. He didn't know how to consol Kurt. He knew Kurt was hurting, but in a non-Kurt fashion, he wasn't crying. Instead, he kept shaking his head and staring blankly in different directions and ranting about how there was something wrong because that wasn't Blaine and that wasn't how Blaine spoke to anyone, never mind him.

When they got home, Kurt bypassed everyone and ran up to his room, slamming his door shut and putting the sad songs playlist he created for his ipod, after their first big fight, on loop. He laid down in his bed and covered himself completely with blankets, trying to block everything out.

Kurt could hear the muffled hollering from his father downstairs. He kept hearing the word "kid" followed by a few curse words. Kurt assumed Finn told Burt about Blaine. In the middle of all of it, there was a rapping on his door. He didn't answer it. He simply stared at the door.

When there was no answer and three separate taps, the door opened and Carol poked her head in. Kurt stared at her blankly. She pulled his desk chair very closely over to his bed. "I made you a plate for dinner and put it in the fridge, but I doubt that you want to eat anything right now." Her voice was friendly, yet conversational and apologetic at the same time. Kurt liked the tone of Carol's voice. It was soothing to him right now. He looked up at her, shifting only his eyes.

"You know, when Finn's father dies I didn't eat for days, I also didn't shower for almost a week after the funeral." Kurt kept his eyes on her face as she talked. "A break up- especially from your first love, I imagine it to feel a lot like something inside of you died."

That struck a chord in Kurt's heart. He lifted his head and the tears finally came. "I don't understand!" he cried.

Taking advantage of Kurt's actions, Carol rushed across the distance from the chair to the bed and sat, letting Kurt rest his head on her lap. She stroked his hair and face with one hand while the other rested length wise on his side. "Sometimes, things don't make sense right away, but in time, they start to have meaning."

"He said it's my fault!" he sobbed. "How can he say that? I loved him so much! Wasn't that enough?" Kurt began choking on the oxygen going in and out of his lungs.

Carol knew that telling Kurt 'everything would be alright' would be a waste of time. She figured in the spectrum of stages of death, Kurt was at stage one: denial. She played along with this notion and decided that keeping Kurt talking was best. The more he was out of his head, the less he could let his thoughts and feelings stew. "Tell me about the first time you two met," she asked.

"Puck told me to go spy on the Warblers," Kurt began immediately. "I saw a handsome boy with curly hair pass by me and I asked him for help. He accepted me immediately. He held my hand, pulling me down hallways; inviting me; including me; and he barely knew my name. That had never happened to me. Then when he sang. He seemed to be singing right to me. He was perfect. I made myself think that it was Dalton that was perfect with their zero tolerance policy and their rock star glee club, but it wasn't it at all. It was Blaine. Blaine with his perfect features and liquid smooth voice. Blaine, who had all the right things to say and the smile to go with it. He gave me courage when I had none. How am I supposed to have courage now?"

"Maybe courage isn't what you need now," Carol advised. "Maybe what you need now is faith. Faith that one day you'll feel strong again. Faith that love will find your way again." She stroked his hair gently some more.

Kurt started sniffling again and his chest was heaving in broke gasps of air. "I love him so much, Carol. I don't understand. Yesterday he told me be loved me and today everything is all my fault and he's leaving me. Why?" Kurt began sobbing again. "Why? Why?"

At Dalton

Blaine had kept it together all day. A tear or two fell here and there, but nothing noticeable. Now, in the comfort of a hot shower, Blaine sat on the shower floor. His knees were up to his chin and the water was hitting him in the face.

What was he to do now? He couldn't remember life without Kurt. How was he supposed to move on from someone he felt whole with? He hated James for making him break up with Kurt. He hated himself for knowing he chose wrongly.

Blaine thought back to the movie. About how badly it appeared he wanted James. Did he? Somewhere in his subconscious? How could I? he thought. How could I want anyone else when I have Kurt? He lost it again when he realized he was wrong. He had Kurt. He doesn't anymore. "Oh my god!" he gushed. "What the fuck did I do?" He went over and over in his head different ways the night could have played out. Ways that didn't include James. Ways that had Blaine telling James to screw himself and telling Kurt the truth. Ways that didn't end in Kurt hating Blaine or Blaine leaving Kurt.

He got out of the shower and walked back to his bedroom. The bed sheets and blankets still lay in a pile on the floor from Saturday. He stepped over them careful as if the Kurt scented cloths were really Kurt. He went over to his dresser, grabbed a random pair of boxers and put them on.

Blaine was just about to settle on the floor in the pile of Kurt when he heard a hard banging on his door. "Blaine, open up." The sound of the door startled him and made him jump. It was past curfew by now and no one would be roaming the halls, so he didn't expect the loud noise coming from behind the door. He opened it and saw his Residential Advisor staring at him, looking very tired. "Blaine, get dressed and go to the infirmary. We'll explain everything there."

"We?" he asked.

"Principal Hendrick and I- Just go."

Blaine watched Chad, his Advisor, walk to the next door over and do the same thing.

"Blaine, come on," Nick and David were already dressed and walking down the hall. He left his door open and walked to his dresser. He grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and was pulling them on while his two friends stood in his doorway.

"Woah, what happened to your room?" Nick asked.

"Long story. Do you two know what's going on?" Blaine said blankly.

"David does, but he won't say anything."

"It's not that I won't," David explained. "It's that I can't. I was questioned and so was Wes. Wes is already at the infirmary getting his hair pulled."

Nick and Blaine looked at David stunned and quizzically. David sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked around before pushing Nick to step in the room and shutting the door behind him. "Okay, you have to swear that you won't say anything and if you do, you didn't hear it from me." Both boys agreed, still wide eyed. "Some freshman was caught with Ecstasy and it came out that he made brownies with them for the party and gave them out without telling people what was in them. Everyone's be sent to the infirmary to get hair follicle samples to see who was drugged."

All color drained from Blaine's face. "Oh my god," he whispered barely audible. The realization hit him and James' voice rang in his head. "I actually think you were high. You acted like you were on a bad trip or something."

"What's the matter?" Nick asked.

"Wait, you didn't eat them, did you?" David said it more as a statement than a question.

"I did. I was in a group… we all did."

"Any Warblers?" David asked.

"Um," Blaine closed his eyes and though back to that night hard. "Besides me, yeah. Uh, Jeff, Max, Riley, Bradley," he paused remembering the last name on the warbler list, "and James." His pitch changed when the realization hit that James had been drugged too.

"Oh, shit!" David exclaimed.

"What does that mean for all of them?" Nick asked.

"Nothing. They'll be questioned, but that kid who did it admitted to everything in exchange for just his expulsion and a slap on the wrist from the cops."

"But that isn't fair!" Blaine yelled.

"Dude, are you alright?" Nick asked.

"No! I'm not fucking alright!" Blaine kicked his dresser and the tears came back.

"Did something happen Friday night?" David questioned.

Blaine wiped his face quickly and sucked in a deep breath, making the tears stop. "I don't want to talk about it." Blaine grabbed a pair of shoes and slipped them on. "Let's go."

"Dude, you're acting off. You broke up with Kurt and now-" Nick was cut off by the look on Blaine's face.

"DON'T! I'm not. Fucking. Talking about it. Let's. Go." Blaine practically pushed past his two friends to the door and held it open for them to walk out first.

They walked to the infirmary in silence, along with close to seventy five other Crathern boys. He stood in line with his friends, once they got there, grinding his teeth when he felt a hand touch his lower arm. Blaine turned his head and saw the hand belonged to James. Blaine's eyes lit up red and he grabbed James by his arm and dragged him down the hall before anyone had a chance to say something.

"Blaine, we need to talk," James insisted, somehow the venom usually in his voice was gone.

Blaine ignored him and dragged James into the nearest empty room and shut the door after turning the lights on. "What did you do?" Blaine yelled.

"I didn't do anything."

"No! I know you had something to do with this. What did you do?"

"Blaine! I swear! I didn't know anything about any of it."

"You wanted this to happen. You told me you couldn't think of anything, but me and you expect me to believe you."

"No I don't expect you to believe me, but I'm not lying when I say that I didn't know anything about those brownies. Shit! Blaine, don't forget that I ate those too."

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not!" James yelled back.

Blaine leaned against a table and put his head in his hands. "How did this all get so fucked up?"

James resisted the urge to get closer. "I lied." Blaine looked up. "The other day in the coffee shop… I lied, about most of it. The truth is, I don't remember how we got there, what happened before, during, or after the camera started rolling, or how or when I left. I made all of that up. I woke up with a copy of the disc taped to my door. I'd seen it a few times before you came in because I was trying to figure out what was going on. That's why I knew so many details. If I were watching it just to get off on it, I wouldn't have noticed the thing about your skin."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"No… just hoping. I'm a lot of things. I lie, and cheat, and do whatever it takes to get what I want, but I swear, I didn't set this us with you and me. It just happened."

"And a camera just happened to show up?"

"Did you notice that the camera moved while we were… you know? Didn't it dawn on you that maybe someone else was in the room, filming it? Wow, Blaine, you are so na�ve."

"What are you talking about?"

James paused, thinking and making his jaw crooked. "Okay. Please sit down. I'll tell you everything… start to finish."

Blaine looked down from James and thought about whether or not he should trust James enough to listen. If Blaine was being honest with himself, something was different about James. He wasn't his cool, calm, and collected self. He looked almost, guilty and panicked, not as defensive as one would be if they had done something terribly wrong. After a minute Blaine finally walked over to a desk and sat down. James took a seat at the desk next to him and faced Blaine.

"Thad and I have been planning to split you and Kurt up for a while. It wasn't until last weekend what we decided to actually do something, but I promise, it wasn't this. Thad had bought a video camera and planned to somehow kiss Kurt and I would show up and film it."

"Thad filmed us?"

"Yes." Blaine looked down again. "But I didn't ask him to. That's why the video starts with us already doing something. Thad ran to his room and grabbed it. He was following us. The truth is, Thad and I were fighting and I didn't spend any time with him before or during the party at all."

"Thad told me Thursday night to stay away from you. He said that you were obsessed with me and I shouldn't trust you."

"I know. I mean, I know that now. That wants Kurt."

"That's not a secret."

"I said something that made him mad and his response to that was to get even and make sure that I didn't have a shot at getting you. He's been spying on you and Kurt for months, longer than I've been here even."

"So Thad did this?"

"No. That freshman did. I acted appallingly in the video, but I didn't set this up. I swear, Blaine. I didn't have anything to do with this. Even if Thad wasn't there with the camera, you and I would have happened that night. The only difference, is that I would have woken up in bed with you instead of you waking up alone. Thad took me back to my room. Or that's what he says at least."

"Why should I believe you?"

James licked his lips and shook his head slightly. "For all intents and purposes, if I were you, I wouldn't believe me either. I've never been nice to you. The nicest thing I did for you was give you Aleve for your headache the other night. But thinking back, that's probably what made you worse than me."

Blaine remembered the agony Movie Blaine looked like he was in. James wasn't as needy. "How did you know I was having a bad trip?"

"I didn't. Not until I watched the video. I've been on Ecstasy before and I know what a bad trip looks like."

"If you knew something was wrong when I came to you, why did you play it up? Why did you go along with it?" Blaine's heart was pounding out of his chest. He felt the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

"Because I wanted you so bad. I'm not a nice person. I know that. When I met you, I saw how you were with Kurt and I was jealous. I acted like I always do, like I'm better than all of it and I can have what I want simply because I want it. You're so sweet and selfless with him, and I wanted that. I wanted to be someone different than the man-whore I am." He paused. "I thought that if I had you, I could be different and I could have happiness with someone who thought of me as more than just a piece of ass." James bit his lip. "I was wrong. I did everything wrong… I'm sorry. I can't make it up to you, but I can promise I'll stay out of your life. I'll leave Kurt alone and I won't get in the way of you getting him back. I'll also make sure Thad doesn't interfere either."

"The video will go away?"

"The video will go away."

"Why should I trust you?"

James thought about this hard. "You probably shouldn't. I haven't proven myself to be very trustworthy. I want to be different. I want to be better. And I know that I can't be better unless I make this go away. I can't reverse what I made you do to Kurt today, but I can at least try to make Thad see what he did was wrong and what you and I did was a mistake and that if he doesn't fix what he did then he could go to jail."

"If it comes to that… jail… would you testify against him?"

"Yes."

"Swear it."

"I do. I promise. I swear, I'll make this right."

"I will never be right, James. It will always have been wrong. Everything that freshman did, what you and I did, what Thad did, the way you manipulated me into breaking up with," Blaine swallowed hard before saying the name, "Kurt. None of it will ever be made right. But if you swear to make that video go away and to stay out of my and Kurt's way, I'll believe you."

James blinked a bunch and gulped. Blaine swore he could see James' eyes welling, but no tears came out of his eyes, which were now rimmed red. "I swear. I'll stay away. I won't mention the other night ever to anyone and I'll work on Thad to get rid of the video, every bit of it."

Blaine shook his head and stood up. He made his way to the door and turned back to James who hadn't moved.

James heard the shuffle in Blaine's feet as he turned around. "I don't know if you remember when I asked for a truce. I meant it then. I really did. I really am sorry."

Blaine didn't answer and walked out of the room to go stand back in line with his friends.