"Of all the people to kiss, why Rachel?"Kurt asked himself loudly, trying his hardest to make it to his room while the hall was spinning. Suddenly his legs gave out and he fell, confused when he didn't hit the floor but stopped a few inches short.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Dylan's voice floated into the countertenor's consciousness and Kurt was sure that this was some kind of dream.

"Dylan?" He asked, his speech slurring slightly and the other warbler was suddenly assaulted by the smell of spirits on the junior's breath. The blonde alto chuckled softly and carried Kurt's small frame across to his room which thankfully Kurt didn't yet share.
"I'm flying!" Kurt murmured and raised his arms, grinning like a child, all of his usual composure lost. Dylan shouldn't find him adorable but he did, kind of. He was surprised by how much Kurt co-operated while the older boy undressed him down to his boxers and tucked him safely under his covers.

"Night Dylan, thank you." Kurt said tiredly and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before promptly falling into a light sleep. Dylan fought the urge to stay there and watch Kurt sleep, keep their fingers interlaced, but that would've been a little too odd. "Night." He settled with and walked out, closing the door gently behind him.

"No Wes that's cheating!"

"It's war, there's no cheating in war." Wes deadpanned then smirked mischievously as the body count of David 's team began to rise.
"Dylan, do you fancy helping me beat Wes on CoD?" The senior council member asked, pausing the game and looking at Dylan hopefully, giving full puppy dog eyes. As Dylan considered this proposal he took in his surroundings and smiled fondly at how surreal this picture was. The usually immaculate students of Dalton were sat in the common room in sweats playing video games. Days like this Dylan was reminded that they were all still so young.

He grabbed the controller with his calloused hands and went to work. A few hours into their impromptu games marathon Kurt traipsed into the room, wearing sunglasses and hoping everyone just thought of it as a bold fashion statement. Dylan smirked knowingly and raised a hand in greeting to Kurt who surprised everyone by sitting next to Dylan.

"Blaine." Kurt uttered coldly as he nodded to acknowledge the very hung over straight-A student. Everyone pretended not to notice how icy his tone was and kept playing their games. Dylan threw his controller to Thad who almost missed it by smiled sheepishly as he recovered spectacularly and shuffled closer to the action. Dylan and Kurt got up and sat on one of the couches in a quieter part of the large room.
Kurt felt his phone buzz in his pocket and was greeted by a text from his best friend from McKinley.
Mercedes: Hey Kurt, how's this all boy's school treatin' ya? ;) M x
Kurt: Not too bad, the thing with Blaine and Rachel has caused some hatred. I'll be fine though, Dylan's taking good care of me, i'll call you and tell you about him later boo. K xx

"Sorry, if you're busy i can go back over there?" Dylan asked with a dopey half smile that Kurt matched with his own. He had told Mercedes the truth, he did dislike Blaine for being so inconsiderate and Dylan was looking after him and he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.

"Thankyou for what you did last night Dylan, I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much." He said, putting his phone back in his pocket and focused on Dylan who laughed a little. Oh great, how have i embarrassed myself this time? He thought but was relieved by Dylan's reply.
"No you just said something about flying when I carried you to bed." The older boy laughed then admired the shade of crimson that Kurt's porcelain cheeks had turned. "Could have been worse. I mean, it's fine though. You were sickeningly adorable."

Kurt shook his head at his own behaviour and glanced at Blaine whose hazel eyes were locked on Dylan, giving him dirty looks behind his back – literally. Looking at Blaine he could see the scene between him and Rachel unfold over and over again, talking to Dylan did ease the pain a little though. He wondered why he had never noticed Dylan before in the countless Warbler's meetings that he'd attended. He'd probably been too busy staring at Blaine when he didn't think anyone was watching.

Blaine got up watching the pair still and rubbed his head, wincing slightly. He'd obviously done something but Blaine had no recollection of last night and what he'd done that had forced his best friend into the arms of Dylan, of all people. He felt sick to his stomach watching Kurt giggle at something Dylan said and played with his sleeve like he always did when he was a little nervous. Blaine decided enough was enough and walked out of the room, groping around for his phone which was buzzing in his pocket. He answered it just in time but didn't think to check the caller ID.

"Hey Blaine – hiccough – how are you?" Rachel crooned into the receiver, clearly more than a little drunk.
"Um hi Rach..."