He looked around before he spoke. Artie, Finn, and Sam were trading homework answers on the hood of Puck's car, too busy to be listening in on Puck and Blaine's conversation. "You okay, man?" asked Puck in a low voice.

Blaine shrugged. "I gotta talk to you about something."

Puck shifted his stance and kept his eyes on Blaine. "Well you know you can tell me anything," he assured Blaine.

Blaine fixed his eyes on the concrete, nodding his head. "Well it's simple really. I love Kurt. And only Kurt."

Puck sighed, looking at his feet for a second before he looked past Blaine at the sight of trees that surrounded the school. "I thought you and Santana were gonna get together."

Blaine shook his head. "Santana is just as gay as I am. She likes Brittany."

Puck looked at Blaine, his eyebrows furrowing. "Wait. But she told me…"

Blaine nodded his head once. "Yeah. I can probably guess what she told you." And then he took a step closer to Puck. "I think someone's bullying Santana."

Puck stiffened. In his heart, Santana was like a sister to Puck. Hell, the Pink Ladies were like Puck's sisters. He was always protective of them. "Do you know who? I'll punch his fucking guts out," mumbled Puck in a suddenly threatening tone.

Blaine sighed, motioning his hands for Puck to calm down. "No. She got defensive when I asked her. She won't tell me. I think you guys better keep an eye out for her. 'Kay?"

"What do you mean 'you guys'? You're not gonna help too?" Puck seemed really confused all of a sudden.

Blaine shook his head. "Noah," he started. Blaine only called Puck by his real name when he was being straight-forward to him, "I love Kurt," he paused to try and stress every word he spoke, "and only Kurt."

Puck still looked confused, but didn't say anything.

"Kurt's not a Pink Lady."

Puck's face transformed into a realization. "Oh. I see."

"I know the rules like the back of my hand. I have to quit the team."

Puck suddenly seemed disappointed for a moment, but he shook it off and straightened himself up. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." And with a moment's hesitation, he outstretched his hand.

Knowing what Kurt meant to him, Blaine shrugged out of his leather jacket and handed it to Puck. He walked away without a word. He headed straight for his car where he grabbed the track team's jersey he had been saving. He put it on and sat down in the driver's seat. He was doing well on time since he only had about ten minutes left before the warning bell will ring. He unzipped his boots and pulled them off, reaching over to grab his saddle shoes, putting them on. When he got to his feet and locked his door, he had to keep his face straight. It felt so odd and out-of-place to not be wearing his boots. Or even his leather T-Birds jacket for that matter. He felt…like his old self again.

He grabbed his books from where he had placed them on the hood of his car and walked towards the school after stuffing his keys in his pocket.

Upon entering the school building, Blaine received a lot of shocked looks. Everyone who knew who he was stared at him like he was some twin of the T-Birds' Blaine. Blaine ignored them with a soft smile and eyed Kurt down the hall.

Kurt was in his Cheerios uniform, gabbing away with Harmony who was jumping up and down with excitement as she spoke to Kurt.

"…and I said yes!" Blaine caught her saying. She said it with more enthusiasm than he had ever heard her say it with.

Kurt sounded like he was forcing his laughter. Something was off about him. Blaine instantly knew that it was because of what Blaine did at the drive-in. He didn't know how he knew it, but he just did.

"That's great to hear! But I thought you wanted to go to the dance with one of the football players," said Kurt as Blaine watched him reach in his locker and pull out his Chemistry book and notebook without looking, like it was a natural thing to reach for or like Kurt knew where he had his books and notebooks like the back of his hand.

Harmony shrugged and seemed oblivious to Blaine, who had leaned casually against the locker behind Kurt, staring at the two with a half-smile. "I know. But with Michael, it seems like the practical thing to do."

Kurt nodded his head. Blaine watched as some of Kurt's hair bounced slightly with the movements of his head, like he didn't even put his hair spray on properly or something.

Harmony then nudged Kurt's arm, still oblivious to Blaine. "But what about you? You going to the Fall Formal with Dave?"

Kurt quickly shook his head. "Mm. No."

Harmony's face fell. "Wait, why?"

"I don't have any feelings for him. I tried and just…didn't feel anything with him."

Harmony's face grew understanding. "I know how that gets, hun. But if you won't go with Dave, who ya gonna go with?"

On perfect queue, Blaine cut in. "He's gonna go with me."

Harmony had to look at Blaine twice to recognize him without the boots and T-Birds jacket. Her eyes widened and her red lips formed an 'o'. Kurt froze, his body going stiff before he slowly turned around to look up at Blaine. And as he looked at Blaine, Blaine instantly caught the flash of memories in Kurt's eyes. Like they were mirrored.

"B-Blaine? You're…what happened to your T-Birds jacket? I thought you had to wear it at all times," said Kurt as his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes then locked with Blaine's as if trying to look deep into Blaine's soul.

"I got kicked out."

Harmony looked between the two before she cleared her throat. Kurt turned to her.

"I'm gonna get to class. I'll see you at cheer practice, Kurt?" Harmony asked.

Kurt smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah. See you."

Harmony then looked at Blaine and awkwardly waved 'goodbye' as she turned around and walked away, the skirt of her Cheerios uniform flowing with her every step.

Kurt then put his attention back to Blaine. He then slowly shook his head. "How did you get 'kicked out'?" Kurt asked with concern.

Blaine relaxed. It was like what happened at the drive-in theater never happened. Like Kurt forgave Blaine instantly as soon as he saw that the Blaine he fell in love with was standing right in front of him.

Blaine looked at the ground for a moment before he took a step closer to Kurt. About a foot of space was all that separated them. "I got kicked out because I can't bear to be a part from the one I love." Blaine gently grabbed Kurt's shoulders to emphasis. "And the one I love isn't a Pink Lady."

Kurt felt himself tear up. His eyebrows arched upwards together as he suddenly threw his arms around Blaine's neck and he hugged him close. "Why would you do that? Why couldn't you just go for Santana?"

Blaine kept his mouth shut and answered Kurt with a quick peck on the lips. "Now, can I please walk my Fall Formal date to class without any more questions?" he asked in a pleading voice. It felt so odd for Kurt to hear Blaine talked with such relaxation - no acts of coolness or sarcasm.

Kurt giggled and nodded his head.

Blaine gave a warm smile that Kurt had missed. He let Blaine wrap an arm around his waist as they walked towards Kurt's next class, which Kurt told Blaine was Geography. Kurt didn't need his book today because they were having a substitute, which was the most laid-back substitute at this school. They never did work with her.

"Now after track, I'm taking you to Steak n' Shake for dinner."

Kurt couldn't stop smiling. It was like he was slap-happy. "Sounds good to me!" It would work out perfectly since every sport got out at the same time.

I.

As always, the diner was packed. Only a few tables were left open. One of them, a waitress had a rag in hand, wiping off any spilled ketchup or mayonnaise. The other was clean and cleared. So Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and steered him towards it. It was a six-seater table, but Kurt and Blaine could care less. They sat down and almost instantly, a waitress appeared and handed them each a menu.

And suddenly, the T-Birds showed up, taking up what seats there were around Kurt and Blaine abruptly that it made Kurt jump and Blaine's eyes widen. Kurt wasn't expecting them to want to associate with an Ex T-Bird.

"Hi guys," Blaine said with surprise.

Puck rolled his eyes, knowing what Blaine meant. "You may not be a T-Bird, but you're still our friend."

"Yeah!" agreed Artie and Finn while Sam smiled and nodded his head towards Blaine.

Blaine looked so happy. "That's great to hear!"

The T-Birds exchanged a glance before looking at Blaine with a wary expression. "So guess who's showing up at the Fall Formal Next week?" said Sam.

Blaine's face went from puzzled to a grimace. "Sebastian? He doesn't even go to this school. Who the hell invited him?" he asked with sudden anger that Kurt had to grab his hand and squeeze it for him to calm down.

The T-Birds looked guilty, but Blaine hadn't caught on.

"I don't know, man. Some guys I think." Which really wasn't a lie. Little did Blaine know, the T-Birds invited him.

They had a plan of all their own. And at any cost, they all agreed that they'd do anything just get Blaine back on the T-Birds.

II.

Santana had stayed after school. Her parents were working over-time today, so she had no key to get in the house. Therefore, all she could do was waste time elsewhere. She stayed after school in the library to get homework out of her way. Thankfully, Brittany agreed to stay behind with her while Mercedes had to get home to help her mom cook for dinner and Rachel was going to get her homework out of the way before she would go to a late dinner with Finn to talk about plans for the Fall Formal.

Brittany came up from behind Santana and poked her shoulder to get her attention. Santana froze and turned to her. It felt so weird being all alone with Brittany.

"Why're you still here, Britt? Need a ride home?" Santana asked casually.

Brittany shook her head, her pony shaking violently with the sway of her head. "No," she mumbled as she looked down at the floor. "I need to talk to you about something."

Suddenly, a group of Cheerios came parading down the hall, giggling about the Fall Formal. When they saw Santana, they stopped. One of them was Harmony, who spoke up. "Awe. Look at Santana and her little crush. What wrong, Santana? Lesbian got your tongue?" Harmony laughed and walked away, the other Cheerios laughing and falling in line behind her.

One of the Cheerios in the group was Quinn, who was once a Pink Lady, looked at Santana and Brittany. "How pathetic can the 'Pink Ladies' get?" She said, as if the 'Pink Ladies' a group of diseases, which hurt Santana. How could Quinn say things like that? She was once a Pink Lady herself.

Santana couldn't take it anymore. She shook her head and shook a very concerned Brittany off of her as she slammed her locker shut and ran for the girl's restroom.

Brittany ran after her.

"Santana!" Brittany called as she entered the girl's bathroom, seeing Santana hunched over the bathroom sink, sobbing hard.

"Just go home, Brittany." Santana only called Brittany by her full name whenever she was really upset.

"No. Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Santana looked at Brittany. "What's wrong? Brittany, you saw and heard what happened back there! They know I'm a lesbian!"

Brittany shrugged. "So? Kurt's gay. Blaine's gay. Dave's gay…"

Santana shook her head. "That's not the point. They're laughing over the fact that no girl wants to date me. They think I'm the most unwanted creature in the world!" She continued to sob.

"That's what I came to talk to you about," Brittany said softly as she rubbed a soothing hand in circles on Santana's back. "Santana…I love you…"