Blaine asked his mom to come pick him up after school because he did not feel like driving. Kurt tried to tell Blaine that he was fine with taking him home, but really, Blaine just wanted a car journey without an awkward silence. Also, it meant he could sleep on the way home.
When they finally reached the Anderson house, Blaine literally felt like he could pass out. He went up to his room as slowly as possible, and when he reached it, he slipped off his shoes and jacket and fell on his bed with an ‘mmmph’ noise.

What felt like only a few minutes later, Blaine awoke, feeling a lot better, to the sound of ‘Blackbird’ coming out of his phone. There was only one person that could be. Blaine scrambled off of his bed and went on a hasty search for his iPhone. He found it in his jacket pocket, and instantly hit ‘answer’.

“Hey, baby. Sorry I was asleep, everything okay?” Blaine asked quickly. Kurt never called first, so it might have been an emergency.

“Hey to you too, I’m fine, I was calling to see if you were too, sounds like you had a nice nap.” Kurt replied, he sounded sleepy…what time was it? Oh. Eleven thirty…shit.

“Kurt, I am so sorry. I meant to text you when I got home, but when I did, I just practically fainted on my bed. Go to sleep, baby. You’re tired.” Blaine added in the last part for good measure, even though it was slightly hypocriticle of him to say so. It didn’t matter; he wanted Kurt to be his usual self tomorrow. Not a zombie like Blaine was today.

“Well, actually, I called for another reason too, Blaine. We need to talk.” Oh no. Not ‘talk’. Not tonight.

“Uh…What’s on your mind?” Blaine had to be careful, he knew when there was a ‘talk’ it was going to be personal and could lead to an argument. Kurt and Blaine rarely argued. Only small ones here and there about ‘which episode of Grey’s Anatomy is best’ or ‘how can you like Katy Perry so much? She’s such a tramp!’ or ‘Kurt, you don’t understand, this vest is c-o-o-l.’ But never anything big. This was big, Blaine could tell.

“Well, today. When asked you about when you went to Dalton? You just left me hanging there. You just took off, is that meant to seem normal to me?” Kurt sounded slightly pissed. Which was to be expected. Blaine would be pissed if it was him in Kurt’s shoes.

“I…Kurt…I don’t know how to put this lightly.” Blaine knew now that he had to tell Kurt what happened at Dalton. He had to, otherwise Kurt would find out from someone else.
“Then don’t Blaine. Just tell me. You know, you can tell me anything.” Kurt sounded so honest and cencere, it made Blaine love him even more.

He took a deep breath, just say it. Say it!...BEEEEEEEEEP….BEEEEEEEEP…what the-?

“Kurt?...Kurt?...hello, baby?” The line went dead. But he didn’t hang up. Kurt’s phone must have died or something. Well, that’s one easy way of getting out of an argument.

Blaine sent Kurt a quick text,
“Baby, I think you hung up, I’m going back to bed now, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you. – B”
And crawled back into bed.

The issues with taking a seven hour long nap are that you get extremely hungry, and you have way more energy than you need to sleep. Blaine was in for another restless night.

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Kurt stood outside Blaine’s locker for the whole of his free period. He never showed up. Typical. He was about to tell me what happened, and then my phone dies. And then he sends me a text. A text. Seriously, are we in the same relationship?

He tried to call Blaine six times. He tried to get another text out of him ten. Where was he?

“Kurt! I am so freaking sorry. My mom saw that I didn’t get any sleep again last night so she let me have today off. I should’ve called you, I am so sorry baby. I’ll call you tonight, I love you. - B”

“Great.” Kurt said to himself. Now he wouldn’t get an answer out of him for a whole day. Why couldn’t he just tell him what happened at Dalton? Surely it couldn’t have been that bad? He just wishes he could find out somehow…wait…maybe he can…

Kurt scrolls through his contact list to find the name he’s looking for, when he does, he gets it up on screen and hits ‘Call’.

“Hello? Hey! I know! Um…could we meet? Great, see you then.”

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After school, Kurt went to a little caf� near Dalton, it wasn’t the Lima Bean, but it was good enough. Kurt wasn’t feeling too much like a coffee and some croissants anyway.
He looked around the small shop to try and find a familiar face, and then he found just who he called here.

“Trent!” Kurt called with a smile.

Trent was one of Kurt’s close Warbler friends, he only kept in contact with a few of them, and most of the time, and he would be talking to Trent. It was probably because he was as gay as an ice-cream sundae with glitter on top, and shared the same interests as Kurt, like fashion, Broadway, Johnny Depp. Things like that. Some of the Warblers asked things like, “If you two have so much in common, why don’t you date?” and Kurt would always reply with the same thing, “because Blaine is the exact opposite to me in terms of personality. I want a better half, not a cloned half.”

“Hey, Kurt! Long time, no see!” Trent said when Kurt reached his table. He stood up to give Kurt a welcoming hug and then sat back down again.

“How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in, like, a gazillion years!” Trent was always so ‘like that’. He was a stereotypical gay, maybe even more than Kurt. But everyone loved him, he was infectious, and Kurt loved spending time with him.

“I’ve been okay, not too bad, how about you?” Kurt asked with concern, he really did need to talk to Trent more. School kept him so pre-occupied; he hardly had time for his own friends at school. The only person he had time for nowadays was Blaine. Speaking of Blaine…

“I’ve been great! Thank you for asking. And how is your hunk of a boyfriend? I miss him in the Warblers, although, I have gotten more solos since he left.” Trent said with a mischievous wink.

This is what Kurt asked him here for. He knew once Trent had started talking gossip, he couldn’t stop until it was all out. So Kurt had a feeling that if he asked Trent about what happened when Blaine came to Dalton, he’d get quite a bit out of him.

“Actually, that’s why I’m here; Blaine came to Dalton on Sunday didn’t he?” Kurt just waned to make sure that Trent was there with Blaine when whatever happened, happened.

“He did indeed; it was interesting I must say.” Trent looked like he was about to say more, but he shut his mouth before he could.

“Did anything…you know…out of the ordinary happen with him?” Kurt asked carefully.

“Well…Kurt, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or angry, promise me you wont get mad or jump to conclusions?” Trent sounded more serious now. Kurt was getting a little nervous.

“I can’t promise that I won’t get mad, but I won’t jump to conclusions.” Kurt replied with as much honesty as he could.

Trent took in a deep breath before saying what needed to be said.

“Kurt, Blaine met someone. A new kid, his names Sebastian, and he really likes Blaine. Like…likes him, likes him. He was flirting with him, showing of in front of him, all kinds of stuff. When Blaine left we told Seb that he has a boyfriend, he didn’t seem to care. But before you say anything I need to tell you that Blaine was having none of it. He was extremely uncomfortable the whole time. I swear.” Well, Kurt wasn’t expecting that.

“I believe you. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss me off.” Who does this Sebastian kid think he is? Okay. Kurt can’t say much, he went after Finn when he was together with Quinn, but still! He was young! Blaine is Kurt’s. He doesn’t want competition.

“Believe me honey; you have nothing to worry about. Blaine’s so in love with you. Whenever we mentioned your name on Sunday he would light up like a Christmas tree. Like I said, don’t jump to conclusions.” Trent said, he was so honest, so Kurt believed everything he was saying to him. After all, why would his best guy friend lie to him?

“Trent, do you think you could do something for me?” Kurt knew this was wrong. It was so wrong, and not a ‘good friend’ thing to do. But he wanted details.

“Sure. What?”

“Could you…I don’t know, find out what this Seb guys game is? Like, be my man on the inside? Tell me if anything weird comes out of his mouth about Blaine?” Kurt had to be delicate, he didn’t want this to go the wrong way, Trent could either be really offended that Kurt would ever ask him to do something like this, or really hesitant and need some pushing. Strangely enough, Trent was neither.

“Uh, duh? Of course. OH MY GOD! I could have a spy name, Agent Trentpopolis. That sounds awesome.” Okay, maybe Trent was a bit of a boy at times.

“Thank you Trent, thank you. Just call me if you find anything out okay? Or text me, what ever, I swear I’m not using you! I owe you for this.” Kurt said. He was so glad he had a friend like Trent.

“No problem, now come here and give me a hug before you go!”

Kurt got home that night feeling slightly sick, but better. He could act normal around Blaine for a while. He would try and press some answers out of his own mouth, but for now, he had someone to do the questions and answering for him.