Author's Notes: Martin fell backwards, clutching his face. I could see the blood beginning to flow and it was making me feel sick to my stomach. I heard him groaning in pain before attempting to stand up. I felt frozen to the spot; every muscle in my body unwilling to move. My mind couldn’t process what had just happened. The whole incident felt totally surreal. Martin was standing up now on both swaying slightly; due to the loss of blood or the alcohol I could not decide. He was glaring at Blaine. The phrase: ‘If looks could kill’ flashed through my mind.

“You stupid fucker!” Martin screamed at Blaine starting towards him, “You’ve broken my fucking nose!”

To my immediate relief, Finn and Puck both appeared, the latter slightly less sober, and both grabbed Martin’s arms to hold him back. I turned to look at Blaine to find Mike and Sam holding onto his arms to hold him back as well in case he tried to fight.

“Shut it dude! The hobbit hasn’t broken your nose, stop being such a drama queen!” Puck threatened, tightening his grip on Martin.

I just looked at the man I called my boyfriend. He did look an absolute mess but I did not feel sympathetic towards him one little bit. Blaine had hit him to get Martin off when he ignored my wishes and cries to stop.

I cleared my throat and all eyes fell on me, “I think Martin and I need to talk.”

Blaine’s eyes stared into mine, full of heartbreak. I just simply looked back at him, trying to convey with just a look that everything would be okay. Blaine and I were so close we could read one another like a book. The heartbreak in his eyes dimmed but did not disappear altogether. Finn and Puck slowly threatened Martin and I heard both of them threatening him if they hurt me they’d kill him. I had to push away the Karofsky flashback as here was neither a time nor place. I turned and made my way up the stairs from the basement to Rachel’s living room and sat on the sofa. Martin followed me and closed the door leading to the party. I had thought about going up to Rachel’s room but didn’t want to give off the wrong impression, didn’t want to be too far away from the others and I needed to think, not be blinded by the monstrosity of the colour scheme.

Martin came and sat next to me on the sofa, smiling at me before putting his hand on my knee, “Good idea to get us alone baby.”

He leaned in for a kiss but I moved backwards, “No Martin! I want to talk about what just happened downstairs.”

“You mean with that Warbler? Stupid piece of shit! I can’t believe he hit me!” Martin ranted, his arms failing about.

I took a deep breath, “He hit you to help me.”

Martin narrowed his eyes at me, “And why did you need help Kurt?”

I actually just lost it, “Are you actually seriously!? I was trying to push you off me and get you to stop but you refused to stop and continued despite what I wanted. Blaine was being a good friend and helping me.”

I don’t know what I expected to happen but it wasn’t for Martin to start hysterically laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded, getting angrier.

“It’s always been that fucking Blaine! Even when I met you on Valentine’s Day, it was still about him a little. I don’t know what’s gone down with you two and I know you haven’t actually dated but god, it’s like I’m the third wheel when it comes to you two!” Martin yelled, standing up from the sofa.

I stood up too, unable to control my anger, “That’s complete crap! You’re just a jealous idiot! You get jealous over every little thing! You were awkward when meeting my Warbler friends because you tried to make it extra clear I was with you even though they knew that and were happy for me that I had found someone I liked. My Dad commented on how possessive you were over me, even when I was with my own family! Blaine Anderson is my best friend and he is very important to me. He helped me out when no one else did and I really needed help. You need to stop being so jealous all the time over other people in my life! If I’m in a relationship I stay committed to the person I am dating. You need to actually trust me!”

Martin just looked at me for a moment before replying with, “So we’re back to Blaine again are we?”

“Oh my God!” I yelled, too angry to even calm down, “You’re being so pathetic! Why are you so obsessed with Blaine? You’re always bringing him up, trying to start fights about him and I always try and rise above it but enough’s enough. Just stop it!”

“Any idiot can see how Blaine looks at you! I’m sick of him and his preppy look Kurt!” Martin was getting angrier too.

“Too bad! He’s my best friend and don’t you dare insult him!” I was practically screaming. I wondered if they could hurt us in the basement.

“Well it comes down to this then. You have to choose. Blaine or me. That fucking Warbler prick or me, your romantic loving boyfriend. So who’s it gonna be?” Martin demanded, staring at me intensely.

I just stared at him in shock. How could he ask me to choose? What kind of person did that?

“How dare you!” I whispered, my anger building up ten times than before.

“What was that babe?” Martin asked sounding curious.

“How dare you!” I yelled, “Who do you think you are giving me an ultimatum? Who the fuck do you think you are! You want an answer? I would choose Blaine Anderson any day or time over you. You heard it right. I chose my fucking Warbler friend over you, my psycho. Actually you know what, I’m done with you! I’m no one’s property; I’m my own individual who can decide for myself! I don’t need a possessive dickhead like you to try and rule my life!”

Martin just stared at me in shock, “You choose him?”

“How are you surprised? I’ve known him longer and he’s my best friend. I’ve dated you for six weeks and you’ve proved that you’re a jealous psycho! It makes my choice pretty simple.” I answered, simply stating the fact.

“You’re making a mistake. I’ll let you reconsider Kurt.” Martin folded his arms, a smug expression on his face.

“I’d still choose Blaine.” My words had never sounded so final.

Martin’s eyes darkened in anger and he stepped towards me. I stood my ground wondering if he was going to hit me. It was something I could imagine him to be completely capable of. I wondered if Martin had ever been treated for some kind of anger management. It would probably be the best thing for him. I had been so caught up in the fact I had a boyfriend and someone who was interested in me I let his possessive and jealous nature slide. Martin moved right into my personal space and glared at me. I just glared back at him, showing him that I was not a pushover and I had meant what I said. Only a few seconds passed but it felt like light-years to me. Martin eventually stepped away with a huff and turned and walked out the front door of the Berry household. The breath I had been holding in since leaving the basement came bursting out and I had to quickly sit down the sofa to wrap my mind around everything that had happened. I still couldn’t believe he had tried to give him an ultimatum; what kind of person does
that? I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes, running my hands through my hair and for once not caring that I could mess the perfection up.

“Do you think it’s safe to go in?” I heard the voice of my brother from behind the door.

“It’s so quiet. Maybe Kurt killed Martin. If he hasn’t already he should do it. I can’t believe that bastard! I’m so glad I hit him. He deserved it! I’m so mad. I’m in a rage! This is the maddest I’ve ever been!” I recognised the second voice as the drunken ramblings of my best friend.

“Hey hobbit, keep your voice down! I don’t want Hummel to hear us.” The third voice belonging to Puck.

I slowly stood up and sighed, before making my way to the door. I paused and yanked the door open, causing the three boys behind the door to scream. I would have laughed hysterically in different circumstances.

Blaine immediately threw his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, “Kurt are you okay? Don’t worry, we won’t tell if you killed him. I’ll be your alibi I swear it!”

I briefly hugged Blaine back before pushing him away, “Blaine I didn’t kill him. It’s fine okay. Finn I’d rather go home. You can stay; I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

Finn shook his head at me, “Kurt don’t miss out on seeing your friends because of that jerk. You’re always at Dalton and I know everyone here misses you.”

“Yeah Hummel, even I miss you and that’s saying something. You’re my boy. Don’t let that dickhead get to you. You’re better than him. Come and have a drink with me.” Puck insisted.

Somehow Blaine had reattached himself to me without me noticing. His face was buried in my neck, “Please don’t leave Kurt.”

My heart melted at Blaine’s tone. I turned to see Finn and Puck looking extremely hopeful. I found myself smiling at the pair of them, “Okay I’ll stay.”

Puck fist punched the air and reached over to clap me on the back. Finn patted my shoulder and gestured towards the door. I gently pulled him off Blaine again but took his hand as a sign of keeping him close. Blaine smiled at me and squeezed my hand with me squeezing back. I was so grateful to Blaine for everything he had done in my life. I went down the stairs first; going down sideward as I was scared Blaine would fall down due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed. When I reached the bottom I was met by sympathetic looks from the rest of the New Directions. Rachel stumbled over to me and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back with one arm as Blaine refused to let go off my hand.

Puck grabbed a bottle of vodka, “Let’s get it on! Hummel, a shot of vodka I dare you!”

I raised an eyebrow at Puck before deciding to the hell with it. I walked over to Puck, Blaine at my side and still holding my hand, and watched as he poured me a shot.

“Down in one Hummel! Chug chug chug!” Puck chanted, encouraging the others to join in. I downed the shot in one and was left with a burning sensation in my throat. Everyone cheered and whooped at my achievement.

I turned to Blaine and whispered in his eye, “I’d much rather have a butterbeer!”

Blaine giggled at my words, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I smiled at him, amused myself at how drunk my best friend was. I jumped in shock when ‘Sexy And I Know It’ by LMFAO came blaring out the speakers. I hadn’t noticed the music had been turned off but they had obviously turned it off to hear what was occurring upstairs. I wondered how much they had all heard; especially if Finn, Puck and Blaine were right outside the door. Blaine grabbed my other hand and started dancing manically pulling me along with him. I burst out laughing at how crazy he looked and decided to just go with it and have fun. I always had fun with Blaine and I had hardly spent any time with him tonight due to my psycho ex boyfriend. Blaine started twirling me around and pulling me to him. I was in hysterics; it was as if I hadn’t just broken up with my boyfriend. I was suddenly yanked away from Blaine and found myself caught between Puck and Mercedes.

“Drink this white boy, it tastes so good!” Mercedes shouted, kissing my cheek.

I just grabbed it without thinking and drank as much of it as I could. I pulled the glass away with a gasp, “What is that?”

“It’s sex on the beach cocktail baby!” Mercedes was giggling to herself as she took a sip of her own cocktail, “It makes you feel better. It’s so good! You okay though white boy?”

I took a couple of sips of my cocktail, “Yeah. I’m better off without him. Hey hey Kurt Hummel is single now!”

“Not according to Facebook baby boy!” Mercedes reminded me before returning to Tina on the sofa who was laughing hysterically at something Mike was telling her.

Mercedes was right. I whipped out my phone from my pocket and opened my Facebook app. I had to do it. Martin would no longer be involved in my life. After a moment I managed to get onto my Facebook settings.

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I closed Facebook and let out a sigh of relief. I was now a free man officially. There was no going back. I took a few more slips of my cocktail before putting it down and going to find Blaine. He was completely going for it on the Dancefloor, jumping up and down and singing along as best as he could. I made my way over and gently pulled the beer out of Blaine’s hand before he ended up hurting himself.

A massive grin appeared on his face when he saw me, “Kurt! Come dance with me Kurtsie!”

We were only dancing together for several seconds before I saw Rachel stagger away from a confused looking Finn and grab the microphone. I knew immediately whatever came out of that girl’s mouth would not be good.

“Spin the bottle! Who wants to play spin the bottle!?” Rachel yelled, slurring the words.

Everyone cheered and suddenly Blaine and I were pushed into a large circle in the room. I was sitting between Blaine and Puck.

“As it’s my party I’m spinning it first!” Rachel demanded, reaching over for the bottle.

I waited anxiously for who the bottle would land on. I wasn’t that keen on kissing Rachel and by Blaine’s expression I could tell neither was he. Fortunately for the both of us the bottle leaned on Puck, who looked delighted at the fact he got to kiss someone. Rachel threw her arms around Puck’s neck and pulled him in for what looked like a passionate kiss. I glanced over at Finn to see how he was holding up. I knew Rachel kissing Puck was one of the many things that led to Finchel breaking up. His fists were clenched yet he looked heartbroken. Several uncomfortable seconds went by before they pulled apart and Finn pulled Rachel to his side. I noticed the surprised look on both Puck and Quinn’s face; which made sense as Finn had been pursuing Quinn since the Titans Championship game. Finn wrapped his arm around Rachel and held her to him; who non-surprisingly wasn’t complaining and just snuggled into side. Puck looked slightly happy at the sight of his best friend and his ‘hot Jewish princess’ together as if it was all his doing while Quinn just looked confused and slightly saddened. Brittany reached for the bottle and smiled at Santana and Artie, obviously hoping for either of those two. I watched the bottle spin; making me feel slightly dizzy, until I noticed it had landed on me.

“Yay I get to kiss my dolphin again! I loved kissing you with your soft baby hands!” Brittany exclaimed, smiling at me so innocently.

Blaine looked at me confused and I simply smiled back at him. I had never told him about my ‘fling’ with Brittany and I had never planned to. It was just an awkward phrase of my life.

“Brittany, you got to kiss Kurt?”

I saw Santana’s eyes gleam evilly and she butt in before Brittany could open her mouth, “Those two totally get their mack on last year. Kurt was straight for a week and he dated Britt here.”

Blaine looked at me in surprise and I just shrugged my shoulder sheepishly. I prayed to Gaga that he would not remember this in the morning and I wouldn’t have to explain the whole Finn crush, the whole jealousy of his relationship with my Dad, the whole ‘Rose’s Turn’ incident etc. I just turned back to Brittany and smiled at her. She moved towards me, putting her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips met for a short and sweet kiss. I pulled away and pecked Brittany’s lips again.

“I love kissing you dolphin. You’re such a good kisser.” Brittany said, kissing my cheek before going back to her place in the circle.

“Okay moving on from that! Porcelain your turn! Spin that bottle!” Santana exclaimed, sitting next to Brittany in the circle.

I was so confused by the rules of this game. Why hadn’t Puck spun the bottle after he had kissed Rachel? It seemed the rules were being made up as we went along. I grabbed the bottle and spun it, watching it twirl around in the middle of the group. For a second when it stopped, I thought it was pointing at me which would have been weird but to my horror it was pointing at Blaine.

“Wanky!” I heard Santana catcall once seeing who the bottle was pointing at.

I glanced at Blaine nervously. He looked shocked at who the bottle was pointing at as well. I didn’t want to force him into anything that he didn’t want to do. I still had feelings for Blaine and guessed that he was battling some sort of emotion for me but I didn’t want to make him have to kiss me due to some stupid name.

Blaine turned to me and winked, “Let’s get this show on the road!”

Before I could even think about replying, Blaine’s hands were on my hips pulling me close to him. His lips quickly descended on mine and I felt like I was home. I expected the kiss to be short and sweet like my one with Brittany but Blaine had other ideas. The second my mouth was open Blaine’s tongue was in my mouth, causing me to gasp with pleasure. I decided to fight back and within seconds our two tongues were fighting for dominance. I wrapped my arms around Blaine’s neck; one hand immediately going in his hair. The curls had sprung free which was so adorable. Blaine wrapped an arm tighter around my waist while a hand slid down to my arse and gave it a squeeze, causing me to moan in his mouth.

“Oh my god you two stop! This is going to mentally scar me!” I heard Finn shout, his voice sounding far away.

Blaine and I separated at the same time, both of us gasping for breath. I was still pressed tight against his body and his hand was still on my arse. All the New Directions were staring at us with wonder; some happier than others. Finn’s face was buried in Rachel’s hair whereas Brittany and Santana looked like it was their birthdays and Christmas rolled into one. Blaine and I looked at one another smiling slightly. I pulled my hands back from his neck and hair whereas he removed his hand. I had something found myself in his lap so quickly slid out of his lap and back into my space on the floor.

“Now that was pure wankiness!” Santana winked at me, licking her lips.

I had no words for her so I just grimaced back at her.

“Guys let’s stop this game. Let’s dance instead. Come on Finn.” I watched as Rachel stood up with Finn, hand in hand, and made her way to the sound system before ‘Love Shack’ came blaring out.

I felt Blaine’s eyes on my face so I took a deep breath and turned to look at him again.

“Do you want to talk?” Blaine stuttered, sounding terrified.

I simply nodded and stood up, before turning back to Blaine and offering him my hand. Blaine’s face lit up and he took my hand, allowing me to pull him to his feet. I held onto his hand and we manoeuvred past the others who had started dancing manically again.

Puck stopped us just as we reached the door, “I’ve hidden some condoms in Lauren’s bag upstairs if you need them. I’m pretty sure though that Mr and Mr Berry have some lube and condoms upstairs so you two are pretty much set to go.”

“Noah Puckerman go away! We’re not going to have sex; we’re just going to talk in private.” I scolded him, tugging Blaine’s hand as we continued our way to the door.

“Oh that’s what you kids are calling these days.” Puck winked at me before disappearing into the crowd before I could yell at him.

Blaine stared after Puck in awe, “Wow he disappeared. Does he have Harry’s invisibility cloak? I’m still waiting for it. Harry told me I could borrow it.”

I just stared at Blaine in disbelief, “Come on Blaine let’s go upstairs.”

I followed Blaine up the stairs, still holding his hand, just in case he fell backwards. I felt a sense of d�j� vu hit me as I had been here about an hour before with Martin. I led Blaine through to the dining room, knowing there was a small sofa in there. I settled Blaine on there before heading to the kitchen to get two glasses of water. When I returned Blaine was looking around the room in panic.

He calmed down when he spotted me, “I thought you had left me.”

My heart clenched at his words, “No silly, I was just getting you some water.”

“You’re so thoughtful Kurt.” Blaine smiled at me as I handed him the water.

We both drank in silence for a minute or two, both waiting for our minds to clear slightly. Once we had finished, I wordlessly took the glass from Blaine before placing them both back in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and straightened my tie before leaving the sanctuary of the kitchen and heading back to Blaine on the sofa. The second I sat down, Blaine took my hands and placed a kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss keeping it short and sweet this time before pulling away and smiling at Blaine.

Blaine kept his eyes closed and hummed with contentment, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

His words confused me, “What?”

Blaine opened his eyes and smiled at me, “I’ve liked you for ages Kurt Hummel. I’m crazy about you.”

My brain couldn’t quite process his words. Half of me was bursting from the seams with happiness while the other was wondering what he meant when he implied he had liked me for ages.

“How long have you liked me Blaine?” I questioned, mentally hoping he meant for a couple of weeks.

Blaine reached out and stroked my cheek, “I’ve liked you since the moment I first saw you on the staircase. You were the endearing spy who captured my heart.”

I froze at Blaine’s words. He seemed to sense the drop in my mood because he took my face in his hands and made me look into his eyes, “Kurt? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t quite understand it all. Blaine had just said he liked me from the moment he met me. Why hadn’t he done anything? I had liked him but didn’t know whether he liked me. Then he had come and sung to Jeremiah at Gap, breaking my heart, then later that day rejecting me when I told him how I felt. It didn’t quite match.

Blaine tried again, “Kurt? Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t quite match.” I mumbled.

“What was that?” Blaine asked, looking concerned.

I pulled my face out of Blaine’s hands, catching a glimpse of the hurt of his face but I couldn’t focus on that at the moment, “You’ve liked me from the beginning?”

A small smile crept onto Blaine’s face, “Yes.”

I nodded with understanding, “So...you liked me. You sang flirty duets with me, held my hand, memorised my coffee order, flirted with me during Warbler rehearsals, and complimented me on how I looked because you liked me?”

Blaine started looking confused, “Yes.”

“Interesting,” I pondered, “So...you sang that inappropriate song to Jeremiah at Gap despite liking me and then when I confessed my feelings for you at the Lima Bean, you rejected me because...you liked me?”

“What? Wait...no...Kurt...” Blaine looked like he was panicking.

“I’m just curious Blaine. Please explain.” I asked, feeling as if I was struggling to breathe. Had I gone through all my heartache over Blaine for nothing?

“I really liked you when I met you. You were amazing...you still are! When that Neanderthal kissed you then threatened to kill you, it changed you. You were more reserved and it broke my heart. I knew you didn’t need a boyfriend; you needed a friend and mentor. I hid my feelings for you.” Blaine explained, holding both of my hands between the two of his.

“What about Jeremiah and rejecting me?” I asked, feeling numb inside.

Blaine took a deep breath, “I used Jeremiah to distract me from you. I did think I liked him but I did create it all in my head. I was being completely stupid. And as for you...I was shocked. It took me by surprise. I was terrified I would say something stupid so I told you I cared about you and admitted I didn’t know what I was doing. I had just proven that in front of a crowd at Gap. I told you the truth; I didn’t want to screw up our friendship.”

I just stared at the wall behind Blaine, feeling numb inside. I just wanted this all to be a terrible nightmare. I wanted to wake up and go downstairs to discover I was eight years old again and that my mum had never died. I screwed up my eyes, wishing as hard as I could for that to become a reality.

“Kurt?” Blaine whispered, taking one of his hands to shake my shoulder, “Kurt? Please talk to me. I know I screwed up but please...”

I opened my eyes and looked at Blaine. He looked devastated. I wondered why until I caught my face in the mirror and saw how heartbroken I looked. I turned back to Blaine, knowing I had to let it all out.

I pulled away from Blaine and stood up, knowing that Blaine was watching my movements, “Who are you to decide if I needed a boyfriend? Who are you to decide that I needed a mentor to help me through being gay? You can’t decide for other people Blaine! If I wasn’t ready for a boyfriend I would have said and if I needed a mentor I would have said but I don’t understand why you took it upon yourself. I really liked you when we met and when I moved to Dalton, I thought it’d be a chance for us to spend more time together. I fell even harder for me being here Blaine. When we sang ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside’ I wondered if you felt the same. That song is the flirtiest song ever and you chose to sing it with me. What message do you think that gives off? You always held my hand, you knew my coffee order, you were ordering cookies for us to spilt and then you announced you wanted to sing a Valentine to someone. Of course I thought it would be me! Anyone in my situation would! I even stuck up for you when the Warblers didn’t want to sing off campus then you announce you’re in love with some gay haired guy from Gap. You must have seen the looks the others were giving me when you announced it as they thought you were going to sing to me as well! I even supported you at Gap, singing along even though I was dying inside. That’s the person I am Blaine. I put people before myself despite how much pain I feel. And then when I told you the truth, how I felt, and to be shot down like that...I tried to play it cool but it hurt, it fucking hurt Blaine. And now to hear you’ve liked me all along, well that’s just great, just fucking great!”

I had tears in my eyes but I refused to cry. I clenched my fists to stop the tears as I tried to control my breathing after my rant. I couldn’t look at Blaine. I felt betrayed by him. I didn’t know if the alcohol was affecting my emotions at all but I just couldn’t bear to look at the boy I called my best friend.
I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt, “I’m going to get Finn.”

Blaine jumped to his feet, “Why Kurt?”

I still avoided eye contact, “I think it’s best we head back to mine. I’m tired and just want to sleep. It’s been a long night.”

“Of course,” Blaine replied, “And Kurt...I’m so sorry. I pray to God one day you will believe me. I never meant to hurt you. I had your best intentions at heart but I realise I want by this the wrong way. I’m so sorry. You’re my best friend and you mean so much to me.”

“I know.” It was all I could reply to what Blaine said.

I walked into the living room to find Finn, Rachel and Puck.

“Hey bro,” Finn walked towards me, “You ready to go? Is Blaine coming back with us still?”

I narrowed my eyes at him wondering if they had been listening but just nodded, “Yeah and yeah.”

Blaine stumbled into the room at that moment and spoke, “Yeah I’m ready to go.”

Rachel pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek, “Love you Glinda.”

“You too Elphaba.” I responded, hugging her tightly.

Puck clapped me on the back as I walked by and I smiled at him. I saw him repeat the action to Blaine. I watched as Finn and Rachel whispered to one another before embracing one another tightly. Finn laid a kiss on Rachel’s forehead. I smiled at the gesture, knowing that Finn never stopped loving Rachel and it would cause heartache all around if he got back with Quinn. I turned and saw Blaine stumbling along, trying to get out of the door. I sighed and being the masochistic I was, I wrapped my arm around his waist and helped him to the car.

“Thank you Kurt. I know you’re not happy with me right now but I’m so grateful.” Blaine cried, his body moving closer to mine.

“It’s all right,” I replied, helping him into the car.

I walked round the other side of the car and got into the back too. I just wanted to rest my head rather than talk to Finn. It seemed that Finn was keen on silence too as when he got into the car he just checked that both Blaine and I were there before starting the car and driving home. The journey was a lot quicker than I had ever remembered it. When we arrived, Finn, to my surprise, went and helped Blaine while I unlocked the front door. The sofa had been set up for Blaine before Dad and Carole went to by. I watched as Blaine stumbled over to his bag.

“Are you okay dude?” I saw Finn ask Blaine.

Blaine glanced at me for a second before replying, “Yeah I’m okay. I’ve been better.”

Finn took this to meaning that Blaine felt ill. He disappeared for a moment before returning with a bowl just in case Blaine was sick.

I hesitated for a moment before turning to my brother and best friend, “Goodnight.”

Finn smiled at me, “Night bro, hope you’re okay in the morning. Moody Kurt is not a good thing.”

Blaine just smiled sadly at me, “Sweet dreams Kurt.”

I nodded at the two of them before basically running to my room. I shut the door and leaned on it for a second. I didn’t have the energy to do my moisturising routine that night so instead I just stripped before putting my pyjamas on. I crawled into bed and just lay there, noticing it was now half two in the morning. I finally looked at my phone for the first time that evening since going on Facebook to see I had a couple of messages. I ignored those and clicked on my Facebook.

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Nick Duval: Say WHAAAAT???
Jeff Sterling: What he said!
Wesley Montgomery: This is exactly why we should have been invited tonight! We missed such a major event!
Rachel Berry: I djdn;t wnt Warbekrs thered!
Nick Duval: Well she’s one drunken diva!
David Thompson: How do you know she’s a diva?
Jeff Sterling: Kurt told us about her plus she’s so protective of the setlist she barely invited Kurt and Blaine.
Thad Harwood: Guys back to the subject! I hope Kurt’s all right! Let’s hope nothing bad happened.
Nick Duval: Or we would all kick his ass!
Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman: A bit too late for Garglers!
Wesley Montgomery: Warblers! And what do you mean? Hey, aren’t you drunk as well?
Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman: From drinking so often, I can easily type as I’m used to it. The hobbit got in there first.
David Thompson: Hobbit?
Jeff Sterling: Oh Blaine!
Blaine Anderson: Yuo caled?
David Thompson: Great he’s drunk too! What happened?
Blaine Anderson: I punchecd that basftard!
Nick Duval: No way did Blaine punch Kurt’s boyfriend!
Wesley Montgomery: Well Blaine did start the Dalton Fight Club.
David Thompson: Which we’re not supposed to talk about!
Finn Hudson: Wow you guys have a fight club that Blaine started!? No wonder there was so much blood.
Trent Nixon: Oh my god! What happened? Is Kurt okay?
Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman: Kurt’s fine. He’s currently having a cocktail. I’m going go and drink some more so yeah. Bye prep boys.
Jeff Sterling: Noooooo! What happened???
Nick Duval: Someone please tell us!
Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman: Look prep boys, shut up for a mo ok! From what it looked like Martin was being a dick and Blaine helped Kurt by punching Martin in the face then Kurt and Martin went for a talk and Kurt dumped him. Now later losers.
Trent Nixon: Wow
Wes Montgomery: Wow indeed. I am loving this Warbler drama!
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I closed my app after Wes’ comment, chuckling a little. Those boys always amused me. I opened my inbox to see I had three new messages.

From Martin 00:20
I see your relationship status has changed. I’ll change mine too. You should have chosen me. We would have been great together forever! Martin xxxx

From Wes 02:00
Hi Kurt, all the Warblers have nominated me to send this to you as we didn’t want to block up your inbox with all our texts. We’ve seen your relationship status plus that Mohawk guy told us briefly what happened. We all hope you are okay and that Blaine is too. We’re all here to talk if you need us. You’re family Kurt and we all love you and will support you. God this is gay! Ooops sorry but you know what I mean. Hope you’re not too hungover in the morning. Text me in the morning. Love Wes and the Warblers x

From Blaine 02:35
I’m so sorry Kurt. I know I screwed up and hope you forgive me. You’re my best friend and I’m crazy about you. Sweet dreams. Blaine xxx

I cried out in frustration and chucked my phone onto my bedside table before rolling onto my stomach and grabbing a pillow and shoving it over my head, desperately wanting sleep.