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XX

"Hey Blaine!"

"Blainers!"

"Guys, he isn't listening to us..."

"Hey Kurt!"

"What?" Blaine's head whipped up so quickly he felt his neck 'crick' and winced. He glared at the Warbler council, "That's not funny."

"Well, we've been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes and you've been too busy sexting

Kurt to pay any attention to the fact that you got a parcel," Wes rolled his eyes and tossed a small, flat box at his lead soloist.

Since Kurt had transferred back to McKinley, Blaine had turned into a sad, mopey puppy. The others tried their best to cheer him up, with varying degrees of success –

"Cameron, why in the hell did you think taking Blaine to a strip club – a female strip club – would be any sort of help in forgetting that his boyfriend is back at that terrible school?"

- and the Warblers knew it would only be a matter of time before they were down another member.

Blaine furrowed his brow, "I didn't order anything, and there's no return address. I wonder what it could be..."

He ripped off the plain brown paper and stared at the DVD case in his hands, bewildered. There was nothing written on it, nor was there anything on the disc inside. He shrugged and then strolled over to the TV and DVD player set up in the corner of the room for public use. Blaine marveled at how convenient Dalton was as he inserted the disc and waited for the screen to play.

XX

The camera clicked.

"Welcome everyone to a very special broadcast streaming live from the William McKinley High library," a nasal voice hissed into the microphone. The camera quickly turned to catch the face of a pale boy with glasses and frizzy hair. He seemed to be extremely pleased with whatever was about to go down.

"Hey Blaine! You finally found someone with worse hair than you!" Cameron exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

"What we are about to witness is an attempt made by several D-listers to climb the Glist!"

"What the hell is a Glist?"

"Shh!"

"-by being... bad," this last word was accompanied by a voyeuristic grin that had the Warblers leaning back in their respective seats, "Hit it!"

The camera whipped around and displayed shelves and shelves of books, and a crotchety old woman sitting behind a desk organzing some sort of card system. Then suddenly MC Hammer's "U Can't Touch This" started up, blaring loudly from a boombox held by a very familiar boy in a wheelchair.

"That's Artie!" Blaine exclaimed, "What on Earth is he wearing?"

"Never mind that guy!" David shouted, pointing at the TV screen, "Look!"

Dancing into the library, dressed in brightly coloured jackets with patches, fringed shoulder pads, and other detailing, black tops and poofy parachute pants, were girls that Blaine labelled Mercedes, Tina and Brittany. Most surprising of them all, however -

"Is that Kurt?"

It was. There was the most fashionable Warbler to pass through Dalton in many years decked out in pure MC Hammer-style gold lam� parachute pants and a daffodil yellow military jacket that sparkled with sequin decals.

The entire group pumped their arms and spun to the music, putting their all into the performance. By now the few people that did occupy the library were staring at the group with a mix of confusion, fascination, and disgust. Yet they kept on dancing, putting all their effort into the performance.

The moment ended, and the video cut.

The Warblers were staring, open mouthed, at what had just played on their TV screen. A few had turned to look at each other, not quite sure of what to think. They were delayed from deciding when Kurt pushed the doors open with a flourish and exclaimed, "Hey guys! I thought I would surprise my favourite boys!"

They were all peering at him owlishly, as if they'd never seen him before. Kurt began to shift uncomfortably under the collective gaze of his former teammates.

"What?"

"Damn," Thad whistled, "I never would have expected that one."