The two divas smiled back, happy for him. "Well, Kurt," began Rachel, "Given the fact that we are, in fact, your two best friends, I have to agree with that statement. A visit is definitely in order; and not just for a vacation from my off-Broadway run of Rent. We have to check this guy out, right Mercedes? We know what he did in high school, but what about afterwards-"

"Shut up, Berry," Mercedes rolled her eyes, shaking her head a little. "We thought you mellowed out in college."

Rachel looked offended. "Mellowing out does not mean that I should slack off-"

"Calm down, Rachel," Kurt cut her off. Rachel proceeded to look put out. "You can do a background check when it's confirmed you two will actually be here," he said reasonably. He checked the time on his computer, which read 5:00 PM. "Crap, I gotta go," he said, standing up and hastily picking up his scarf from beside him and winding it around his neck.

"Hot date tonight, boo?" Mercedes asked teasingly. Rachel giggled at the statement.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hardly," he said, trying to look confident, "I happen to have a lot of work to do." The two girls quirked questioning eyebrows, not believing him. Kurt sighed.

"I'm meeting some of his old friends today. For whatever reason, four of them happen to be in town right now, so Blaine thought we might as well make use of the convenience," he said shrugging. "I'm a bit nervous, actually," he confided.

"Boo, are you kidding? The boys will love you."

"Kurt, given the fact that you had a diva- off with me, I'd say that you're adequately prepared for whatever those boys throw at you."

Kurt smiled at the support. "Yeah, I know. I'm fabulous and all." He glanced at the time again. "But seriously, I have to go. He'll be here any minute." He flicked his computer mouse across the screen, readying to close the chat window. "I love you both. Coordinate plans to fly out here, okay? I'll talk to you soon."

"Good luck, white boy!"

"Bye, Kurt!"

Both girls waved goodbye as Kurt closed the window. He quickly ran to the bathroom to give himself a once over before Blaine arrived.

Meanwhile…

Blaine weaved through New York traffic, glad that Kurt lived on one of the few less- busy streets in New York. He still couldn't believe that he was about to let his still-very-new boyfriend meet his friends already, but Wes had insisted, telling him that he had bought airline tickets already.

Flashback

"Wes," Blaine all but yelled into the phone, "Why are you flying up here already? Kurt and I just got together a couple weeks ago! What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," Wes shot back, "That I'm falling behind. David's already met the guy-"

"By chance!" Blaine stressed. "How exactly were you supposed to meet him? California isn't the closest thing to New York, if you haven't noticed!" He paused, getting distracted. "And why did you have to go to college out in California, anyways?"

"They had the best med program of my top choices," Wes explained. He paused. "Regardless, I am appalled at myself. So I'm making use of my family's extra airfare miles and flying out. I've already paid for the ticket."

Blaine groaned into the phone, pausing in his pacing to kick the counter in frustration. Pain shot up his leg as he answered, hoping on one foot, "Dammit… Fine. Fine. Whatever. But I swear to God, Wesley, if you ruin this for me…"

"You'll have my head on a silver platter, yeah yeah yeah," Wes said, exasperated.

Blaine sat down and ran a hand down his face, tired. "So when are you flying out, exactly? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"No, David's planning on picking us up."

Blaine nodded a little, "Awesome." He stopped, Wes's words registering in his mind. "Wait. Us?" he asked, heart feeling like it dropped to his stomach.

Wes laughed nervously over the phone. "Yeah, didn't I tell you? I bought some of the other guys' tickets. Nick, Jeff, and Thad are all flying up there the same weekend."

Blaine shot up off the couch. "Wes!" he yelled.

End of Flashback

Blaine sighed tiredly at the memory, pulling onto Kurt's street. There was nothing that could've been done. Wes and Thad had already taken time off from their respective colleges, and Nick and Jeff had put apartment- searching on hold. (*) He knew he was being a bit of a pushover, but when Wes brought up just how much money he had spent and how it would be such a hassle to cancel every flight, well… Blaine couldn't say no. He had grudgingly agreed, much to the other ex- Warbler's delight.

Of course afterwards, Wes had no qualms about taking over the entire situation. He booked hotels, made weekend plans, and instructed each member flying out exactly what to pack. For David, this meant repeatedly calling to remind him of precisely what day, time, and gate they were flying to, and for Blaine, it meant frequent calls about whether he had asked Kurt out for dinner and where they'd be eating that day, because it'd better be a nice place. Blaine shook his head at his friend's antics, quickly parking and walking up the apartment building's steps to buzz Kurt from the call box.

"Hey Blaine!" came Kurt's voice through the intercom.

"Hey babe, are you ready yet?" (**)

Kurt gave a small laugh at the term of endearment. "Just about. Why don't you come on up?"

There was a small buzz as the door unlocked. Blaine walked in, striding over the elevator, where he pushed the "5" button. He kept his finger on the close button, knowing it didn't do anything but still eager to get to his boyfriend's apartment. The elevator trip went with no stops, and he exited, walking quickly to Kurt's door. He lifted the silver knocker and let it fall back against the door.

"It's open!" called Kurt, voice muffled from the door.

Blaine smiled mischievously, entering quietly and running to the kitchen nook, hoping to hide himself. Kurt emerged from the bathroom, presumably looking for him. When Kurt turned around, Blaine snuck out from his hiding place, gently wrapping his arms around Kurt, who gave a small squeak in surprise, relaxing once he realized who it was.

"You know," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder, "it's not safe to just leave your door open like that. Anyone could just walk in."

Kurt sighed, leaning back into the embrace a little. A wicked smirk appeared on his face. It wouldn't hurt just to tease him a little, right, he considered. He turned his head, making as if to kiss Blaine, and at the last second pulled back as if from surprise.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "It's you. I thought you were someone else."

Blaine looked shocked, mouth dropping open. He then caught the smirk on Kurt's face and pouted, resting his chin back on Kurt's shoulder. "That was mean."

"So were you, sneaking up on me like that," Kurt reasoned, pecking Blaine on the lips. Blaine tried for more, but Kurt only disentangled himself from his embrace.

"C'mon, we have no time for that. We have dinner plans. You were going to introduce me to all of your friends, remember?"

Blaine groaned. "Do we have to?" he whined. "I'd much rather hang out here, with you."

"Hm, sorry darling," Kurt said, backing up to the door and patting Blaine a little on the cheek. "As nice as that sounds, I'm interested in making our reservations and meeting your friends right now." Blaine grumbled a little, but agreed, heading for the door as well.

They made their way down to the entrance, Blaine opening the door for Kurt. Kurt raised an eyebrow, surprised at finding no cab waiting on the street.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"I drove, duh," Blaine answered, pulling his keys out of his pocket and jangling them in front of Kurt.

"But I thought you usually took a cab?"

Blaine sighed. "I would, but Wes- one of my friends, remember?" Kurt nodded, gesturing for Blaine to continue. "He made all of these insane weekend plans. I'm staying with David for now."

Kurt smiled, letting go of Blaine's hand to walk to the passenger's side. "That's nice," he said. He wanted to ask Blaine to just stay with him, but they both knew it was too early to even be thinking about that. "It sounds like fun. What are you guys doing?"

Blaine shrugged. "No idea. Wes said he'll tell us tonight or something."

Kurt nodded, and they drove in a comfortable silence, hands entwined over the console. Blaine's phone rang soon after they had begun their drive.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man," said David. "I just wanted you to know that we got to the restaurant a little early. What's the reservation under?"

"Anderson, David. Why do I feel like we have this conversation every time I make the reservation?"

"Shut up. Are you guys on your way? Jeff's starving, apparently." There was indistinct yelling through the phone, like someone was shouting a confirmation. There was faint shushing, and David spoke again.

"Well?"

Blaine just laughed. "Yeah, we should be there in a few minutes. Tell Jeff not to eat everything, okay? See you soon."

There was an indignant yell in the background as David said, "Yeah okay. We're going to get seated. See you in a bit."

Blaine had turned up the radio and both of them were humming happily to whatever song played the pop station. However, when Blaine pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, Kurt tensed visibly. Blaine noticed and rubbed his thumb soothingly against Kurt's hand. He smiled at him.

"They're going to love you. Trust me."

Kurt sighed, "I hope so." He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, waiting for Blaine so they could link hands again. They entered the restaurant quietly, Blaine looking around until he spotted his friends. He tugged Kurt along, who took note of the occupants of the table. There was David sitting on one side of the table, with an Asian man sitting next to him- who Kurt supposed was probably Wes- and a brunette sitting next to him. A man with blond hair sat at the end- Kurt rose an eyebrow at his hair color, because that did not look natural- and a longer- haired brunette who sat at his other side.

"Hey man," David said, nudging the man next to him as Blaine and Kurt took their seats next to the brown-haired man.

"Blaine," said the Asian man accusingly, "You're late. Where were you?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Chill, Wes. I was picking Kurt up. Remember, the reason why we're having this dinner right now?"

Kurt looked mock- offended, "Oh, so now I'm only a reason?"

Blaine smiled charmingly. "Of course not. You know you're much more than that," he said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek.

The short-haired brunette next to Wes rolled his eyes. "Okay just stop and introduce us already. You two are so cute I want to simultaneously puke and wallow in my own self-pity that I don't have a relationship like yours."

Blaine shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Kurt's, and began to gesture around the table.

"Well you know David already, and the high- strung one next to him is Wes-"

"Hey!"

Blaine ignored him, whispering to Kurt, "He's kinda like that one your friend from New Directions. The one who always took all the solos?"

"Rachel?" Kurt answered softly.

"Yeah, her," Blaine said, nodding his head. He raised his voice again, continuing the introductions, "The one next to him is Thad. The three of them were on council when I was a Junior." Thad gave a small wave in Kurt's direction.

"And at the end of the table is Jeff, and next to him is Nick. Guys, this is Kurt, my boyfriend."

The guys smiled kindly as Kurt murmured a small hello, adjusting his seat a little. The waitress came by to take their orders, smiling eagerly at Blaine. Kurt was careful to as casually as possible reach across take Blaine's hand from where it rested at the table, an action that did not go unnoticed from the other boys. As Blaine smiled at him, Kurt saw the ex- Warblers around the table smirk knowingly. He blushed a little, but proceeded to give the waitress his best "bitch-please" look, noting as she looked a little disappointed.

As soon as she left Blaine reached for the bread basket in front of them, sighing as he found it empty. "Jeff! I told you not to eat everything already!"

Jeff only shrugged, "I was hungry, man." He smiled slyly at Blaine, waving a hand a Kurt. "So, Blaine, this is the guy from your six-month Beatles phase back in Junior year?"

Kurt turned to face Blaine, watching as his boyfriend blushed scarlet, "Six- month Beatles phase?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It's nothing, Kurt," Blaine mumbled, looking down. Why are they doing this now? "It was just thing that happened-"

Wes smiled mischievously, cut him off. "No, wait. Kurt, you don't know?" Kurt shook his head tentatively, unsure of where this was going.

The other's smiles grew. "Well, you see, Kurt," David began. "You remember that year the New Directions beat the Warblers at Regionals?" Wes scowled for a moment, but started smirking as the story continued.

Kurt nodded, "Of course I do. I told you that. I had my first competition solo that year, at Sectionals." Blaine groaned, covering his face with his hand. Kurt stared at him, half- concerned and half- amused. "Why?" he asked.

"Do you remember the song you sang?" Thad asked.

Kurt thought for a moment. "Wasn't it… I Want to Hold Your Hand?" he said as the waitress walked back out with their food. There was a pause in conversation as they each thanked her and began eating casually, with the exception of Jeff, who had promptly started shoveling food into his mouth.

Nick nodded, smiling the same grin as the others. "Well, you see Kurt. Blaine here," he nudged Blaine and gave him a little shake of the shoulder here, "was just so…entranced," Blaine groaned again at the word used, but said nothing, "by your performance, that you know what he did?"

Kurt said nothing, suppressing a smile as he gestured for the others around the table to continue.

Jeff, who had stopped attempting to inhale his food, answered Nick, "He blasted nothing but Beatles music from his room for six months. When I checked his I-Tunes, I Want to Hold Your Hand, had at least six-hundred plays." Blaine buried his face in his arms, wishing for the floor to open and swallow him whole. The guys snickered at his embarrassment, a few, like Jeff and David, bursting out in loud laughter. Nick continued elbowing him in the side, laughing harder when Blaine weakly attempted to hit him.

Wes leaned back a little, "Oh but it was horrible. He was never paid attention to Warbler meetings, unless we were talking about Beatles or the McKinley glee club. And don't get me started on how he acted back in his own room."

Blaine looked up at him. "It wasn't that bad, Wes. You're over-exaggerating."

"Blaine. We roomed next to you. It was bad," David deadpanned.

Kurt allowed a few spurts of laughter escape from him, stopping when he saw how embarrassed Blaine was. He attempted to muffle it, trying to comfort his boyfriend. "Is that true?" he asked, unable to hide a small grin, "You played nothing but Beatles music after you saw our Sectionals performance."

Blaine sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it. "Yeah, yeah, but I was a teenager, okay? It's not like I do that now."

David snorted. "Can I see your I-Pod now, then? I want to see how many plays All About Us has," he challenged.

The boys looked at David confusedly, and Blaine covered his face again. As David began to explain the story to the others, Kurt shook Blaine gently, murmuring softly in his ear.

"I think it's adorable," he said, giggling a little, "You're adorable."

Blaine glanced up hopefully. "Really?" he asked.

Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine cheek, "Really," he whispered.

The other guys noticed the sweet exchange, their expressions torn between being happy for their friend and being disgusted. "Just stop, you two," That moaned.

"Ugh, seriously," Wes complained.

"Subject change!" Jeff declared. The others brightened at this, and Kurt and Blaine stopped staring at each other to look at the them.

They mused for a moment, struggling to find a topic. "Regionals, that year?" Nick finally managed. Wes's face fell at that. "I still don't know how you managed to beat us that year," he grumbled, glaring at Nick, who looked apologetic.

Kurt shrugged, "We wrote our own songs. The judges appreciated that."

"But we had to form our own harmonies!" Wes argued.

"But you wrote own harmonies for everything. It was expected; you were an acapella group," Kurt shot back. The others stared on, entertained by the disagreement. Blaine smiled, happy at how easily Kurt managed to interact with the other boys.

"Creating harmonies to mimic an entire song is a much bigger task than simply writing your own song."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow, surprised at the easy opening. "You know what they say, Wes. The bigger they come, the harder they fall." He chuckled as Wes struggled to find words and finally settled on just muttering angrily. The other men laughed, deeply amused.

Kurt patted the back of Wes's hand sympathetically, smiling arrogantly. "Don't argue with me. I fought tooth- and- nail with the kids in my glee club, who, while they weren't the brightest bulbs in the box, were at least snarky enough for a good argument. You learn to outwit people."

Wes looked to David, waving his hands, distressed, "David! You're a lawyer; argue with him!"

David scoffed. "Sorry, bro'. You're on your own."

Wes looked mock- hurt. "You're all conspiring against me. I swear. And I paid for all of your plane tickets."

Nick, Jeff, and Thad immediately sobered up, afraid that Wes would refuse let them fly back after their trip. "Aw, c'mon Wes," Jeff reasoned. "Didn't you say you had a lot of stuff planned for this trip?" Wes brightened a little, and Thad continued eagerly. "Yeah, you haven't told us your plans yet." David, Blaine, and Kurt stared, amused at how the three boys spoke encouragingly to Wes, trying to ensure that their old leader would still be willing to let them fly home after New York.

Wes smiled, pulling a map and a notebook out of his bag. "Okay, okay. So here's what we're planning to do tomorrow…"

"…And then we'll finish up back here!" Wes said. The others simply stared down at the map, exhausted at how tiring the trip simply sounded.

"We'll have time to eat and sleep right?" Jeff asked, glancing up at Wes, legitimately worried.

Wes rolled his eyes. "Of course," he said, tone implying he was questioning Jeff's IQ level.

Thad continued staring at the map, "And they'll be lots and lots of coffee stops, right? I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

Wes nodded, looking to the three locals. "Are you guys going to be joining us?"

Kurt gestured David and Blaine, assuming he wasn't included in these plans. We've all gotten along extremely well, Kurt thought, but we have only met today."

Wes noticed his withdrawal and wagged a finger at him. "Hey, you don't get to luck out or anything. Do you think you can join us?"

Kurt stared at him in surprise, "Me?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Who else?"

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked.

Jeff nodded. "Of course," he answered shrugging. "You're Blaine's boyfriend; you have to come along." Wes and David nodded like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kurt attempted to mask his shock, "Let me check my schedule," he said faintly, pulling out his phone. He flicked through his calendar, trying to remember Wes's explanation of their schedule. He had only been half- listening, assuming the plans wouldn't entail him.

He nodded, pocketing the phone. "We just finished a big deadline, so everything should be quiet for a while. I think I can take a couple days off."

Wes grinned. "That's good, we'll need you. Of you three," he waved at David, Kurt, and Blaine, "you probably have the best lay of the land. Blaine lives too far from the main city, and David doesn't get out much."

"What are you talking about?" David exclaimed indignantly. "I go out all the time!"

Wes looked at him incredulously. "Yeah… if by 'go out' you're referring to walking outside, to catch a cab to go to work."

The guys snickered, trying to hide it once David glared at them. The waitress thankfully walked back out, clearing their plates.

"Will that be all? Or do you want some coffee or some dessert?"

A look went around the table, each of them silently asking and pleading the others for coffee.

"Some coffee would be nice," David said, looking up at her.

"Great!" she said. "Let me just finish clearing your plates, and I'll come back out to take your orders."

The men nodded, waiting patiently for her to walk back out. She approached them when she was done, order slip in hand. "Okay, so what can I get you boys?" She went around the table, starting with David.

"An Americano?"

"A latte."

"A macchiato, please?"

"Do you guys serve coffee milk here?" Jeff asked hopefully. Nick shot him an "are-you-serious" look, but relented after the waitress nodded. (***) The orders continued from Nick.

"Can I have a cappuccino?"

"A medium drip and a non-fat mocha for my boyfriend."

The waitress nodded, jotting down the orders. "Coming right up!" Kurt turned to Blaine.

"You know my coffee order?"

"Of course I do."

Kurt suppressed a smile, not wanting to be called out by the others for being "too cute." Wes continued to finalize their plans, more muttering to himself than talking to the guys. They let him be, knowing it would be pointless to attempt to argue.

"So, Kurt," Wes started as the waitress came out, setting down their respective coffee orders. "When exactly will you be able to take time off?"

Kurt reached for his phone. "Hm… probably Wednesday to Friday," he said. He flicked through his phone, stopping when he saw a new text from Mercedes, confirming her and Rachel's plans to fly to New York.

"How long are you guys staying for, again?" he asked

"For two weeks," answered Thad, taking a sip from his macchiato. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing," Kurt replied off-handedly. "I don't think I can join you guys for most of the second week though."

"Why?" Blaine asked, somewhat disappointed.

"I've got a couple friends flying from Tuesday to Saturday on the second weekend," Kurt stated, checking his text again before placing the phone on the table.

"Why don't you just invite them along for a day?" Nick suggested.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? They're really nice, don't get me wrong, but one of them is a bit… well, kind of like Wes. Are you up for dealing with two of them?"

The others groaned and rolled their eyes, much to Wes's annoyance. "Who knows?" Jeff teased. "Maybe they'll keep each other busy and the rest of us can ditch them." Wes glared and took his stack of maps and hit him on the head. "Ow, Wes. God, I'm only joking. Honest."

"If you guys are sure…" Kurt said. The rest nodded cheerily. Blaine laced their fingers under the table, smiling confidently.

"It'll be fine, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, picking up his phone and hitting the number "5" speed dial. "Hey, Mercedes!" he said.

"Hey, boo. Did you get my text?"

"Yeah, and I was wondering…"

"What, Kurt? If it is anything too outlandish at all, you know my-"

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that. It's just that Blaine's friends were wondering if you and Rachel would be okay with joining them for a day while you're here. They'll be in town when you guys are," Kurt explained.

"Well, I'd have to check with Rachel, but I know that she'll be willing. And if she's not, I'll just convince her with some Broadway tickets or something," Mercedes said. "I'm in."

"Awesome, Mercedes," Kurt said, watching as the guys around the table brightened at the statement. "I'll message you the details later, 'kay?"

"I'll be waiting, white boy," with that, the line disconnected.

"They're in," Kurt confirmed, pocketing the phone.

All of the ex- Warblers smiled happily. Wes seemed to realize this required more planning, and he unfolded his maps and schedules again, much to the annoyance of the others.

"So now that we have two more joining us, we're going to have to move this-"

Jeff, Nick, and Thad all reached across the table, each slapping a hand down on the papers. Wes glared at them, and David tried to reason with him as Blaine asked for the check.

All of the boys froze in their movement as the waitress carefully set the black book on the table, all simultaneously leaping for it once she was gone. David got a hold on it first and held it up above their heads, trying to reach for his wallet. "My treat, my treat," he insisted, struggling a little.

"Give it to me, David," demanded Wes. "Give it."

"Never."

Wes reached up and managed to free the book from David's grasp, and it landed on the table. Blaine only just managed to grab it for a second, before Jeff reached across, stealing it from him.

"Nick, Thad, and I are going to split it between the three of us. After all, we are the extra tickets that Wes had to pay for. We shouldn't even be here." Thad and Nick nodded, agreeing to this statement and pulling out their wallets.

"Do you realize how long that'll take us, splitting it between the three of you?" asked David skeptically. "We have no time for that," he said, as Wes attempted to grab the book from Jeff. He succeeded, only to have David take it again, returning it to above their heads.

Quietly during all of this, Kurt had stealthily taken his wallet out and removed his credit card. He stood and daintily plucked the check from David, putting his card inside and walking over to the waitress, who had been walking over to ask them to quiet down.

Kurt returned to his seat. "I win," he declared, sipping his mocha airily. The others stared on in awe.

"He's good," muttered Jeff. The others nodded their agreement, and Blaine linked hands with Kurt again under the table, smiling at him.

Blaine walked Kurt up to his apartment after dinner, swinging their hands between them a little. They reached Kurt's door, but they proceeded to lean against the doorway, Kurt making no move to go inside.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," said Kurt softly. It had been late when they left, as Wes had wanted to go over the plans one last time. There had been several repeated performances of this acclaimed one last time. David had finally managed to persuade Wes that it was too late when Jeff almost face-planted into his coffee cup. "Your friends are nice."

Blaine chuckled. "Well, they are a handful, I can tell you that. Nice? I'm not so sure," he shook his head a little.

"No, seriously, Blaine," Kurt disagreed. "They were really nice. A totally different energy from my McKinley friends, I can tell you that."

"How?"

"You'll see," Kurt said, not wanting to completely delve into the insanity that was the twelve people he called his best friends. "Two of them are coming up soon, remember?"

"Will they give you the same treatment my friends gave me?" Blaine asked, referring to the embarrassment from earlier in the meal. Kurt laughed.

"I'll have you know that I wasn't terribly embarrassing in high school," he said arrogantly. Of course, he remembered all of his embarrassing moments from McKinley, but there was no chance he was telling Blaine about those now.

"Oh, c'mon, Kurt. Everyone was awkward in high school. It's part of being in high school," insisted Blaine.

"We'll see," said Kurt, ending the subject.

Blaine rolled his eyes good- naturedly. "I guess I'll see you on Wednesday?"

"Definitely," confirmed Kurt. "You have to thank the guys for letting me crash your plans. I didn't expect that."

"I told you they'd love you."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I never had any worries about that. Everyone loves me."

"Whatever you say, Kurt," Blaine said, going in to kiss Kurt, who pulled away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, mock- hurt evident on his face.

"Good night, Kurt," Blaine murmured, planting a soft kiss on Kurt's lips, who only sighed and returned it.

"Good night, Blaine. See you Wednesday."