Monday morning dawned cloudy and grey, which suited Blaine just fine. The green walls of his bedroom had felt cramped and stuffy all weekend, but he'd been too sullen to do anything other than work on his homework or play those mindless video games that he still had to return to Finn from last fall. Anything to keep his mind occupied with something other than the image of Kurt and Sebastian together, whether or not Kurt was himself.

"Are you all right, Bumble?" his mother asked him as he rummaged through the refrigerator in search of a breakfast that wouldn't make him nauseous.

"Mom, I wore a bumblebee costume for Halloween when I was two," he said, giving up on food and shutting the fridge. "Please stop calling me that."

"I'm sorry, I just…" she trailed off, fiddling with the belt of her fluffy pink bathrobe. "I've been feeling very disconnected from you lately."

Blaine scratched at his neck, carefully holding back all the things he wanted to tell her. He knew that if he did, it would only come back to bite him. Instead, he said the most commonly uttered lie in the history of the world.

"I'm fine."

His mother smiled. "Oh, I don't buy that for a second, Bu— Blaine." She wound a strand of hair around her finger, and Blaine noticed for the first time how exhausted she looked. "But you're an obstinate teenager now, so what am I going to do about it?"

She winked and wished him a good day at school, letting him head out to his car and somehow managing not to call him Bumble again.

After the somewhat long drive to McKinley, Blaine was grateful to step out of his car and walk across the already-packed parking lot, letting the freezing air cool his nerves. He was not looking forward to classes today, since everything now seemed either irritating or trivial and school definitely fell into both those categories.

As he approached the main entrance, he crossed paths with Puck, who was sauntering in with his backpack slung loosely over one shoulder.

"Hey, dude," Puck said, falling into step next to Blaine. For some reason, Blaine felt irked by the action, like Puck was deliberately invading his personal space bubble.

"Hi," Blaine responded tightly.

"You okay?"

Blaine frowned. "Why do you care?"

Puck squinted at him. "I need a reason to care about one of my boys?"

"I'm your boy?" Blaine huffed. "Please, you barely even know my name. I've never heard you call me anything other than 'Curly Hobbit.'"

"Yeah, and I call Mike 'The Rice King' and Artie 'Professor X'," Puck snapped.

"That's racist and condescending."

"Doesn't mean I don't know their names." Puck quickly moved in front of Blaine, stopping him in his tracks. "You know, I'm really starting to wonder if you even like Kurt at all."

"I'm dating him," Blaine replied dryly, beginning to feel very fed up with Puck's questions.

"You sure about that?" Puck challenged. "Have you even talked to him since he went nuts in the choir room?"

Blaine's jaw muscle twitched. "Can you move out of my way?"

"Why?"

Letting out a low growl of irritation, Blaine moved to circle around Puck, but the larger boy sidestepped and blocked him a second time. "Let me by," Blaine said slowly.

"No."

"Why?!" Blaine cried, exasperated.

Puck glanced around the hallway as if to make sure there were no teachers within earshot (though, considering the sheer number of noisy teenagers crowding the halls, 'earshot' really just consisted of about a foot in any direction). "Come on," he said, grabbing Blaine by the shoulder and steering him down a side corridor.

Blaine dug his heels against the linoleum in an attempt to stop, but it was a lame attempt at best. "I have to go to class!"

"Not right now, you don't. We're skipping."

Finally, Blaine managed to pull himself out of Puck's grip and shove him in the chest. "I don't want to skip!" he yelled, making several of the other students in the hall look over in confusion. "I want to go to class and feel like my life is normal!"

"Your life is normal," Puck retorted loudly. "It's Kurt who's messed up – you're just an asshole."

"Oh, now I'm the asshole?" Blaine spat. "I thought I was one of your 'boys'!"

"You are my boy, but Kurt's been my boy for a lot longer than you, so now you are coming with me." Puck grabbed him again, and pulled him down the hall towards the other side of the building.

After about three straight minutes of pushing, shoving, struggling, and loud protests, Puck practically threw Blaine through the double doors to the weight-lifting room. The bell rang outside for first period, and Blaine immediately tried to leave again, only to have Puck shove him backwards.

"Puck, what the hell do you want from me?! What are we doing in here?" he demanded.

Puck said nothing for a moment, only pulling a pair of boxing gloves off of a shelf in the corner and tossing them to Blaine. "I want you to go over there," he said, gesturing to the designated boxing area off to the side of the room, "and beat the crap out of a punching bag."

"Really, Puck?" Blaine cried, throwing his hands up. "That's what you're making me skip class for?"

"Yeah."

"This is insane," Blaine said. "I have history, and I'm late." He tossed the gloves back to Puck, only to have them thrown straight back and smack him in the chest.

"You're not leaving until you hit me or the punching bag."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to hit you."

"Then hit the bag."

Several seconds ticked by in which Blaine did nothing but glare daggers at Puck, and Puck did nothing but wait with his arms crossed. Eventually, Blaine sighed, dropping his book bag on the floor and pulling his sweater off. "Fine," he snapped, yanking on the gloves and closing the Velcro straps with his teeth. "Let's get this over with."

He didn't miss the smug expression on Puck's face as he stalked toward the punching bags.

Blaine really did intend to only hit the bag a few times before grabbing his books and hightailing it to US History. He did. Unfortunately for him (because he seriously wanted to prove Puck wrong), as soon as he'd landed a few blows his arms seemed to develop a mind of their own, and they refused to stop. Annoyingly, Puck calmly took a seat on one of the benches a little ways away and watched as Blaine pummeled the bag, his strikes steadily growing more and more violent.

The worst part was Blaine wasn't even that upset. He had no right to be. Kurt hadn't cheated on him – he hadn't even been there to do so. But why the hell hadn't Kurt said anything about the whole clusterfuck (he couldn't think of another word to describe it) taking place inside him until after Blaine had come face to face with it? Before he'd become Kurt's boyfriend, they'd been friends, and close friends at that. And wasn't this the kind of thing you shared with the people you trusted?

He hit the bag harder and harder as it very slowly dawned on him that maybe… maybe Kurt didn't trust him.

Eventually, Blaine's arms began to feel like they were made of lead, and he threw one last weak punch. He let his shoulders fall, breathing hard as he went over and sank onto the bench next to Puck. He was covered in sweat and his chest was heaving, but he was astonished to notice that he actually felt… better.

"You done?" Puck asked simply.

Blaine nodded, panting. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Good."

"How did you know that would work? Anyone else would've told me to just sing about it."

"You're always singing." Puck shrugged, leaning back a little. "I was born pissed-off, dude. If you want to stop being mad, you've got to do something different than what you always do."

Blaine blinked, stunned by Puck's response. It was so simple that it made Blaine's head spin.

During Monday's afternoon Warbler meeting, Sebastian was quiet. Oddly so. The other boys took notice very quickly – he was the captain, after all. Once Nick had finished reading the minutes from the previous Friday's meeting, Jeff raised his hand and spoke before Nick could move on to discussing song arrangements.

"Excuse me, but before we go into that," Jeff started, a little nervously since he wasn't usually one to speak up. "I think we should talk with Sebastian."

Sebastian's head snapped up. "I'm sorry?"

"Please clarify," Nick said.

"Well, um, you've seemed really… off-balance all day," Jeff rushed, speaking directly to Sebastian this time.

"How so?"

"For example, this is the first time I've heard you talk since Friday."

Nick nodded. "Jeff has a solid point, Sebastian. You know we look out for our own here. So, what's the problem? Is there anything we can do?"

Sebastian sighed, pursing his mouth for a moment. "Last year, when Kurt was in attendance here…" he said slowly, carefully ignoring the glances exchanged between the other Warblers. They all knew about his pursuit of Blaine and the tense interactions with Kurt that resulted. "Did any of you notice anything strange about him?"

Nick frowned. "Strange? How so?"

"Behaviorally," Sebastian shrugged.

"Would you mind giving some context? Or examples?"

"How about multiple personalities?"

Every Warbler in the room fell completely silent, gaping at him. After a moment, Jeff finally spoke up again.

"Sebastian… are you implying that Kurt—?"

"Yes."

"What evidence do you have to back that up?" Nick inquired, his brow deeply furrowed.

"I've seen it."

The Warblers erupted into a clamor of astonished questions until Nick raised his voice to calm them down. Sebastian suddenly found himself missing the council's old gavel, even though he'd been the one who convinced the rest of them to get rid of the council in the first place.

Once the room had quieted again, Nick turned his attention back to Sebastian. "How did you find out about this?"

"I saw Kurt at Scandals on Friday," he said. "He was… different."

"How different is different?"

"His clothes, his hair, his voice, even the words he was using. Plus, he was smoking a cigarette."

Nick's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. "Does… he have a twin?"

Sebastian gave him a look. "No, Nick, Kurt does not have a twin," he said, feigning patience.

"Well, what did you do?" This question came from Trent, who looked far more concerned than any of the other boys in the room. Sebastian wasn't entirely sure why that was.

"I…" Sebastian faltered, wondering if he should lie and how he should say it if he chose to tell the truth.

Trent beat him to it, unfortunately. "Oh my god, you slept with him?!"

Sebastian blinked. Once he got over the momentary shock of Trent somehow telepathically figuring out what had happened between him and Kurt, he exhaled heavily and admitted that Trent was right.

"Why would you do that?!" Trent cried. "He's with Blaine! And he's sick! Oh, god, there are so many things wrong with this…"

"Look, I didn't know that Kurt was sick, okay?" Sebastian leaped to defend himself. "Granted, I should have picked up on the fact that there was something off, but I thought that they had broken up and he was trying to make Blaine jealous or something. I don't know."

"Which one of his alters was it?" Trent pressed. "It was Truman, wasn't it? He's the only one who smokes."

Sebastian's eyebrows snapped together in shock, and several of the other boys stared at Trent in confusion. "I… I don't know, he never said his name and he didn't correct me if I called him Kurt, but…" He paused, frowning at Trent, who was agitatedly chewing on his lip. "Wait a minute. You knew, didn't you?"

The room fell completely silent, waiting for Trent to answer.

Finally, Trent nodded, looking at the floor. "I, uh… Kurt was stressing out about his math exam last November, and I was helping him study, and he just… changed."

"I'm still very unclear on this whole situation," Nick cut in. "I thought multiple personalities was just a horror movie thing."

Trent shook his head. "It's real," he said softly.

"Well, wait a second," Jeff piped up in bewilderment. "If Kurt's more than one person, then why didn't any of us notice?"

Trent sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. He was obviously very uncomfortable revealing whatever depths there were of the secret he and Kurt had shared. "After he changed, he just stayed in my room until he switched back, and he explained what had happened," Trent continued. "So, from then on, whenever he thought he might transition, he just stayed in my dorm room and I made sure that no one saw or heard him."

"Was this even legal?" Nick wanted to know. "I mean, this is starting to sound dangerous."

"At first, he wasn't going to be allowed admission to Dalton," Trent explained. "But because of his reasons for leaving McKinley, they made an exception for him so long as he was on heavy anti-psychotics while he was here. He had nowhere else to go, and there are zero schools in Ohio for the mentally ill. Trust me, I helped him look." Trent let out a long sigh, sinking tiredly into one of the armchairs. "He didn't want anyone to know."

Sebastian felt slightly dizzy. "Well, it's not only the Warblers who know now," he said quietly.

Trent's eyes snapped up. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw Kurt change," Sebastian replied slowly. "But I didn't figure it out until I saw McKinley's gossip blog. The entire school knows. At this point, probably the entire town knows."

Trent stared at him for a very long time.

After what felt like an hour, Jeff spoke again. "We have to do something," he said.

"Like what?" asked Nick. "I don't even know what we'd be trying to accomplish."

"There's nothing we can do," said Trent. "It's completely out of our control."