"You wanted to be down there didn't you?" Blaine asked as he and Kurt were walking out to his car after he had finished hanging out at Kurt's after the football game and the celebratory party afterward. Kurt suddenly blushed lightly and prayed that Blaine didn't notice in the light coming from the Hummel-Hudson front porch.
"N-No! Of course not! Karaofsky would of tried to trip me…or-or something." Kurt sputtered out. Blaine laughed at this blatant denial. "Seriously. I like it with The Warblers." He told Blaine.
"They're good. Amazing. I don't think we could pull off something like that at Dalton." Blaine mused as he leaned against his car. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to transfer. Especially since it looks like New Directions won't be that bad off anymore." Blaine told Kurt. Kurt grimaced.
"No. McKinley's McKinley. They won't change after one championship football game and a mash up of Thriller and Heads Will Roll." Kurt told Blaine.
"Right." Blaine said to Kurt. "Night Kurt."
"Night Blaine." Kurt said to Blaine. He refused to admit that somewhere deep down, Blaine might have been right.