A scream echoed throughout the dorms and Blaine instantly recognized it as Davids. His dark hazel eyes snapped open as he attempted to sit up in his bed. He soon realized he could do no such thing. His eyes wandered down and it was then that Blaine found out he was tied to his bed. A thick white rope was wrapped around his torso and his bed and his feet were tied to the bedposts. Blaine started to panic when he tried to move his hands but to no avail, they were tied as well. He was going to murder Kurt, bring him back to life and murder him again.

"What the actual fuck?" The yell was heard loud and clear through the entire South house. Two boys who were very clearly happy with themselves giggled like school girls in their dorm.

"I think Sandro is awake," Travis said between laughs. "Come on, Kurt! Let's go see our amazing handiwork." Travis grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him off his bed. The boys rushed out of their room, not even bothering to check themselves in the mirror, this was way too important.

Kurt ran across the hall to Sandro's room and opened it with the key that Travis had swiped from Robert last night. It was able to open any door in the entire house. Supposedly, Travis threatened Robert. If he let them have the key they wouldn't do anything to him. Robert agreed and handed Travis the key. What Travis didn't know is that Robert gave him the key because he had never seen the kid that happy since Alex had left. He wasn't about to ruin that, even if he could get in big trouble for this.

The door swung open to reveal Sandro tied to his own bed, similar to the fashion of Blaine in the next room. Only difference was instead of ropes Sandro was handcuffed to the bed. His green eyes flashed to Kurt's. It was as if they were trying to burn a hole into his soul, they were absolutely fuming. "Kurt!" Sandro raged. The veins in his neck popping out as he continued on, "You are so fucking dead!" Travis stepped into the room beside Kurt and burst into laughter at the sight. "Travis! Son of a bitch! I should of known you were behind this too."

Kurt waited until Sandro was done with his little temper tantrum before he stepped into the room and walked up to Sandro's bed. "I thought the handcuffs were a nice touch. I figured you would love to be handcuffed to a bed. You may even find it," Kurt paused for a moment before his voice got low and he leaned in to growl in Sandro's ear, "arousing." Travis' mouth dropped open behind him in utter shock of what Kurt was doing who stood up and said, "After all Sandro, you are a pervert."

"Well damn Kurt! Kinky. I like it. You know if I wasn't straight I would find this extremely hot," Sandro gave Kurt a little wink. The other boy rolled his eyes and blushed slightly as he walked back to the door. Did he really just do that? And wait a second, Sandro was straight? He was giving off a pretty damn good gay vibe. Kurt was never wrong about that, well there was Sam, but that was totally different. The dude dyed his hair for God's sake!

"Even if you were gay, you wouldn't be getting into my pants. So dream on!" Kurt stepped into the hallway and shot back at the boy who was still tied up on the bed, "By the way, the keys are in your underwear!" Travis laughed so hard that Kurt was sure he was going to die. They shut the door behind them and Kurt joined along in the laughter.

"Oh my God, Kurt! I can't believe you just did that! That was brilliant!" Travis exclaimed excitedly at Kurt. "Sandro is going to get you back so bad. It's going to be horrible. I'm excited!" He grinned and clapped as he rushed off to Blaine's room just dying to see his reaction to being tied up. Kurt laughed and followed him.

Kurt's hand fell on Blaine's doorknob, he didn't even bother using the key, Blaine never locked his door. Before he could turn it, he heard his name called angrily behind him. He whipped his head around to find Wes and David standing at the end of the hallway completely covered in syrup and feathers. Travis clapped his hand over his mouth, scared to even break out into a grin considering the looks on Wes and David's faces. They were pissed. "Kurt! Travis! I am going to kill you!" David screamed at the boys. Kurt couldn't contain himself anymore as Wes pulled a feather from his mouth. He burst into laughter. This only seemed to make David more enraged and he started to charge at the two boys.

Kurt screamed at the figure running towards him and quickly realized his hand was still clutching at Blaine's doorknob. Kurt flung open the dark wooden door, grabbed Travis with his other hand and rushed in the room practically throwing Travis into it as well. He slammed the door and spun the lock. A second later he heard furious pounding on it and obscenities being yelled from David. Kurt giggled from the adrenaline rush of almost being killed by two syrup covered boys. Travis joined in and for a moment the two of them stood by the door just laughing and clutching at each other.

"Kurt! I am going to kill you!" Good Gaga, his life was being threatened a lot today, Kurt thought, before spinning around on his heel and staring at a fuming Blaine still tied to his bed. He stifled a laugh by biting his lip. The picture was way funnier now than it was last night in the dark. Blaine was completely helpless, wriggling around attempting to loosen any of the ropes that were tying him down. Travis giggled softly behind Kurt and wandered over to Blaine.

"Aw, poor Hobbit," Travis stuck his lip out in a fake pout. He put his hands on Blaine's bed leaning over him. "You can't go anywhere, can you?"

"You wanna be next on my death list?" Blaine snapped at Travis who was looming over him.

"Sure. It's not like you are going to get out of there any time soon to kill me anyways," Travis replied in his bitchy tone and smiled at the curly-haired boy before standing up straight.

Kurt was still standing near the door watching the two interact. He wasn't going to admit that his heart ached when Travis leaned over Blaine. He hoped to Lady Gaga that Travis did not like Blaine in that way. He calmed down a bit when Travis stood up again and he started to walk over to the bed as well. "You should consider yourself lucky, Blaine. You are only tied to your bed, much like Sandro across the hall. The two lunatics pounding on your door are in a much worse condition."

"What did you do to them?" Blaine asked curiously as Kurt sat on the bed next to him.

"Well, we didn't do anything, did we Trav?" Kurt smirked at his friend who was still standing.

"Not at all, Doll. We definitely didn't rig up a system so that when they got out of bed and stepped on a string a bucket of syrup fell on them," Travis walked around the room absentmindedly playing with random objects as he talked. Blaine's eyes followed him and his mouth dropped open at the words Travis was saying.

Kurt shook his head, "No. We would never do that. We would also never make it so when they walked out of their dorm to come find us they were covered in feathers." Blaine's mouth fell even wider open. Kurt looked at him and then his mouth, a million horrible, dirty thoughts raced across his mind at the thought. He looked away, his cheeks slightly pink.

"No, no no. That doesn't sound like us at all, does it?" Travis grinned, small dimples appearing as he grabbed a photo frame off of Blaine's desk. Kurt saw Travis stare at it for a good minute before putting it back down. His smile was gone. Kurt glanced at the picture and saw three boys laughing, their arms draped over one another. Kurt recognized Travis and Blaine from the picture. The third boy was an unfamiliar red-haired boy with a blinding smile. Kurt frowned and Travis' green eyes connected with his for a second and he gave a slight nod, confirming Kurt's suspicions that it was indeed Alex in the picture. Kurt mouthed a quick sorry and Travis gave a small smile.

"If you two are done with your little silent conversation, I would like to be untied now," Blaine snapped from the bed. Kurt rolled his eyes and stared at the smaller boy, breaking into an evil smirk. "I don't like that look. Stop giving me that look," Blaine's eyes flashed with panic.

"Calm down, Blaine. At least I didn't handcuff both your hands and feet to the bed and hide the key in your underwear," Kurt grinned at the thought of Sandro struggling to get the key.

"Why do I have a feeling you did that before?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

Travis broke in, "Because that is the very predicament Sandro is in across the hall." Blaine gaped at what Travis was saying. "Yeah, sucks for him doesn't it?" Travis walked back to the bed as Kurt started talking.

"Now, I am not going to get you out. You are going to do it yourself," Blaine opened his mouth to speak and Kurt held up a finger, silencing him. "How are you going to do it? Simple. As you may or may have not of noticed, your right hand is tied lower than your left." Kurt paused a moment as Blaine looked at his hands, just now realizing this. Kurt sighed, "Since you didn't know this, you probably haven't noticed the pocket knife on your dresser." Blaine's eyes swept to the side also just noticing the blue pocket knife next to him.

Travis rolled his eyes, "You are so unobservant. You would never survive in the Saw movies."

"Shut up," Blaine snapped.

"Now, now Hobbit. If I were you, I would be nice to us," Travis grinned. "We tied your hand lower so you can conveniently reach the knife."

Blaine stretched out his hand as far as possible and his fingertips just brushed the dresser, but he could not reach the knife. "Damn, what a shame," Travis laughed. "I forgot you were so small." Blaine gave Travis the coldest look Kurt has ever seen on the boy's face. Kurt had to bite his tongue to stop himself from erupting in laughter. He watched as Blaine began to open his mouth most likely to yell at Travis, his eyes were fuming.

Then Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes softened and they snapped to Kurt. Kurt flinched back a bit at the intensity. "Kurt," Blaine started and he looked up at Kurt from under his dark, thick lashes. His voice softened, "Please, Kurt. Can you untie me?" Blaine pouted slightly and his eyes burned into Kurt's, not daring to look away.

Kurt felt a shiver up his spine. He wanted nothing more than to ravish Blaine's pouty lips with his and make Blaine stare at him like that forever. He was so damn gorgeous. Kurt felt himself nod and reach up to loosen Blaine's ropes. "Oh, no you don't!" Travis yelled and tackled Kurt to the floor before he had a chance to touch Blaine. "Damn you Blaine and your puppy dog face!" Travis yelled at the boy who burst into laughter from the bed.

Kurt shook his head as he lay on the floor, "Wait, what?"

"That's how he makes everyone do everything for him! It's that freaking adorable puppy dog look. It's like he puts you in a trance," Travis explained quickly and pulled himself up from the floor. He reached out a hand to Kurt who grabbed it thankfully and pulled himself up as well. Wait, back it up. Adorable? So now Travis thought Blaine was adorable? Great. Kurt huffed and fixed his plain t-shirt and silk pajama pants.

"Get the knife yourself, Blaine," Kurt snapped and headed towards the door. He put his head against it, listening. When no signs of David or Wes were heard he slipped out and rushed to his own room. A moment later Travis followed him who was surprised by Kurt's sudden mood change. Although he did have a rough idea of the reason behind it.

That night everything pretty much settled down. Sandro and Blaine had managed to get free, much to Kurt's displeasure. Wes and David were still on the hunt for Kurt and Travis' blood. That is why they were currently locked in their room. Travis was sitting on his bed doing his homework and Kurt was looking through his iTunes to try and find a song to sing for the Warblers council on Wednesday. Travis would randomly add a comment in here and there, but so far no song stuck out for Kurt.

An hour later Kurt closed his laptop and lay back on his bed with a sigh, "This is pointless. Nothing seems right." The truth was that Kurt just wasn't focused enough to find something perfect. His mind kept going back to when Travis called Blaine adorable. He kept making up fake scenarios in his head. What if they got together? They would get married and run off on a rainbow unicorn never to be seen again. They would grow old together and die together. Kurt would be here all alone crying every night with fifty cats and a dog reliving his days on Broadway until he died, all alone. Okay, maybe Kurt was being a little dramatic, but it could happen.

Travis closed his Chemistry book and headed over to Kurt, "Oh, come on. I'm sure you will find something." He placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and sat down next to him.

There was a moment of silence before they both burst out at the same time, "Do you like Blaine?" Both of their mouths fell open and Travis was the first to burst out into laughter, Kurt quickly joining in.

When their laughs had subsided to chuckles Travis asked again with a raised eyebrow, "So do you?" Kurt took a deep breath before nodding quickly. Travis smiled smugly and exclaimed excitedly, "I knew it! I knew it! I'm always right!"

Kurt's expression turned confused for a moment, "Wait, so do you like Blaine?"

Travis laughed, "No, of course not!"

"But you said he was adorable," Kurt said quietly, still confused.

"Well he is. But I don't like him like that," Travis explained.

For a second, Kurt thought about telling Travis that Blaine liked him but then thought better of it. He didn't need to know that, he might start realizing what was in front of him and willing. "But you do like someone right?" Travis nodded once in reply. "May I ask who it is?" Kurt asked politely.

Travis stayed silent for a long time obviously considering if he should tell Kurt or not. Kurt just say silently beside him waiting for anything. If Travis didn't like Blaine, then who did he like? Kurt wasn't aware of any other gay guys here in South. Maybe it was someone from another house. Kurt really hadn't had the chance to meet anyone else.

Travis took a deep breath beside Kurt and said almost so quietly that Kurt had to lean closer to catch what he was saying, "Sandro. I like Sandro."

Kurt's mouth fell open and he faked a cough to cover it up. "Sandro? But isn't he-"

"Straight?" Travis snapped bitterly at Kurt who look not offended in the least. He knew what it was like to like a straight guy, everyone told you it would never work out but you still believed because love could make anything possible. Truth is, you aren't probably going to turn a straight guy, gay. Kurt was happy he finally realized that, but now it was Travis' turn. He guessed that everyone thought Sandro was straight and he was just dying for someone to give him any hope at all. It was a bad situation, one that Kurt had been in too many times to count.

Kurt just nodded and explained as best he could, "Hate to break it to you, really I do. I feel for you, I know how it is. I've pined, even lusted, after guys who were unfortunately straight." Even my own brother, Kurt added mentally. "Just don't get hurt, okay?" He wrapped an arm around Travis and pulled him close.

Travis rested his head on Kurt's shoulder and breathed deeply, "Thanks, Kurt. But I don't think Sandro is straight." Kurt sighed, that's what he always had thought too. "Really, though. Sandro flirts with anything with legs. But it just seems different with me." Kurt remained silent before Travis continued, "But this isn't going to be about me. This is now going to be about you getting into the Warblers and you getting into Blaine's pants." Kurt blushed. "I think both will be pretty damn easy."

"I think you are wrong. Both are going to be pretty fucking hard." Kurt said, hanging his head.

"Oh so Kurt swears! I like it!" Travis grinned and stood up, pulling Kurt with him.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked curiously.

The other boy just smiled and said, "Dinner. Then we are going to find you a song that can do both of those things."