This is probably going to be a short fic with only under 8 chapters. The events in this story will lead to a truce between the Warblers and the New Directions. Contains spoilers for future episodes. I may have some Finchel, Wemma, Brittana, one sided Faberry; but mostly Klaine.
I do not own Glee. It belongs to Fox.
Blaine was happy.
For the first time in six months he can finally say it. He is back with his ex-boyfriend Kurt, he's on his way to his second and last shot and Nationals, and he has been accepted to five colleges in New York including NYADA, and the Warblers were brought to justice for cheating at Sectionals, stealing their Nationals trophy, and putting Blaine in the hospital. Life was good.
"You look happy."
Kurt was in town for his spring break. He and Kurt sat at a table at the Lima Bean. I know what you're thinking: "Didn't Kurt say he never wanted to go to the Lima Bean again because he saw a rat there?" Wait for it...
Blaine smiled at his recently- gotten- back- together- with boyfriend. "I am happy. We're back together again, I'm graduating, I'm going to Nationals one last time, I'm leaving Lima, Burt's in remission...life is wonderful."
"Yeah, you forgot the fact that I decided to give The Lima Bean another chance." Kurt half-joked.
Blaine laughed. "Yeah. No rats in sight so far." Suddenly, the two heard a loud bang and turned to see Hunter Clarington standing in the doorway, eyes bloodshot, chest heaving, and with a murderous glare aimed at Blaine, who winced. "Ugh, I spoke too soon."
"You..." Hunter stormed towards Blaine and Kurt as they stood up. "YOU! You...ruined...my life...my reputation...everything I've worked for!"
"Hey, he didn't make you take those steroids." Kurt spoke up coming to Blaine's defense. "You ruined your own life and reputation."
"I'm sorry- who are you?" Hunter snapped, turning his glare at Kurt.
"Kurt Hu-"
"Ohh...you're the infamous Kurt." Hunter nodded slowly.
"How is Kurt infamous?" Blaine asked, folding his arms.
"You mean besides transferring to Dalton, joining the Warblers, becoming your boyfriend and making you transfer leaving us for dead?" Hunter asked.
"None of that is his fault, Hunter. You leave him out of this!" Blaine said angrily. He glared back at the Warbler. "You and Sebastian turned my friends, my brothers against me and the rest of New Directions. And you have the audacity to judge me?"
"Oh, I think I have all the audacity!" Hunter stepped closer to Blaine. "I hope you understand that this...means...war."
Blaine glared and stepped closer himself. "Bring it. But no matter what you throw at us...it won't do any worse damage than what you and Sebastian did to the Warblers."
"We'll see about that." Hunter replied. He thumped Blaine's chest and walked off.
Blaine sighed heavily and slumped back into his chair. "What has become of us, Kurt?"
"I don't know." Kurt sat down and sighed. "We're show choirs. We're supposed to support each other."
"You mean like you did with Vocal Adrenaline?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"My former statement still stands." Kurt replied. "God...I thought that...I thought we taught the Warblers a lesson with Michael Week last year. I mean it worked with Vocal Adrenaline!"
"Didn't they ruin the benefit concert and beat you at Nationals?"
"Oh, whatever!" Kurt folded his arms.
Blaine sighed inwardly. He knows all about how Kurt handled the slushy incident. "I know you were taking the high road, and I'm proud of you for that. But...honestly? Since you didn't turn Sebastian in, it only proved to him and the Warblers that they can get away with anything."
"So it's my fault?" Kurt asked in anger.
"No! No, that's not what I'm saying. We're all responsible for our own actions." Blaine said in a hurry. "Sebastian didn't have to do the things he did. This is just an explanation. I'm not throwing around any blame."
To Blaine's relief, Kurt relaxed. "Okay. Still...I wonder...if I hadn't made you transfer..."
Blaine placed his hand over Kurt's. "I honestly don't think it would make a difference."
Kurt nodded and sighed again. "So, what are you going to do with this declaration of war?"
"Well, we definitely need all the help we can get." Blaine stood up. "Round up the alumni and have them meet us in the choir room tomorrow after school."
"Wow, you're really taking this seriously." Kurt raised an eyebrow, but pulled out his phone anyway.
"Oh, yeah." Blaine nodded slowly. "If it's war they want, then war they shall have!"
XXX
The next day came. The graduated New Directions members all managed to get a flight or a train to Lima in time for their meeting. Coincidently, Mercedes, Mike, and Quinn all have the same Spring Break as Rachel and Kurt. Sam and Tina walked with Blaine after school to the choir room.
"So what do you think their first move will be?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, but as far as I'm concerned, they started the war by throwing a rock salt slushy at my face and leaving me for dead." Blaine answered.
"You know, it's so not fair that they basically had like two moves before we beat them at Regionals last year." Tina said bitterly. "This all could have been avoided if Kurt turned Sebastian in in the first freaking place."
"Uh, none of you guys dialed 911 either." Blaine pointed out. "But I digress. Let's focus on what's going on now."
They walked into the choir room to find everything in there smashed to bits. Even the chairs! "Oh, hell no."
Everyone else started filing in. They gasped or stared in shock. Puck swore loudly. "Okay, that's it! We're gonna go all freaking Red Wedding on those punks!"
"And Unique thought Vocal Adrenaline was bad!" Unique exclaimed.
"No, no, we're not gonna do that." Santana said sarcastically imitating Kurt, who glared at her along with Rachel, Blaine, and Finn.
"I agree. I mean...well, assault is illegal." Finn spoke. "And yeah, I know it sounds weird coming from me, but still."
"How about we put some New Directions memorabilia in their choir room?" Ryder suggested. "That's what some football teams do to their rivals."
"Yeah! That's not a bad idea." Blaine smiled and pointed (Cooper would be so proud!) at Ryder.
"Okay, so, what- we're just gonna keep retaliating?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah. I was hoping maybe we could find some way to call a truce." Kurt put in.
"We could try." Blaine nodded. "But if it doesn't work, we'll go with Ryder's idea."
"Okay, but since singing at them didn't work so well, we'll have to try a different approach." Rachel replied. She turned to Kurt. "Sorry, Kurt."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, okay, fine. Why don't we just beat them senseless until they agree to a truce?"
"Uh, because it's-"
"I was being sarcastic, Finn!" Kurt snapped.
"Oh, you're just mad because your plan didn't work." Santana rolled her eyes at Kurt.
"Kurt's strange methods aside, how are we going to convince them to a truce if we can't do anything illegal? Glare at them until they do?" Quinn asked. She then realized... "Oh, God. Sorry, Kurt."
Kurt scoffed, shook his head, and left. "Screw this."
"Nice work, guys." Blaine said reproachfully. "You know, it's bad enough we're at war with the Warblers. We have to shame one of us, too?"
"Yeah, he's got a point." Finn replied.
"Now...I'm going to see if I can talk to Kurt. You guys start brainstorming on how to get back at the Whore-blers." With that, Blaine left.
Jake sniggered. "Whore-blers." Ryder, Sam, Santana, Mike, and Puck laughed.
XXX
Blaine found Kurt in the parking lot. "Kurt!"
Kurt stopped, sniffed, and turned around. "What?"
"Are you okay? I know they were a little harsh in there." Blaine asked.
"Yeah, well, you'd think I'd be used to it by now." Kurt folded his arms. "You know, it's ironic that the show choir that risks social and career suicide is more respectful than the show choir that could actually get you into college."
"Adam's Apples." Blaine guessed. Kurt nodded. "I'm sorry. All three show choirs you joined should be respectful towards you. The Warblers included. You were once a Warbler too."
Kurt swallowed back tears. "Thanks. I love you."
"I love you, too." Blaine pulled Kurt into a kiss, and they hugged.
XXX
A few days later, Trent sent an anonymous text to Hunter to be in the choir room at Dalton. The Warblers walked into a New Directions shrine with a mashup of One Way Or Another and Hit Me With Your Best Shot sung by Sam and Blaine playing over a boombox. A blown-up poster of the New Directions flipping off the camera, sticking their tongues out, or both hung from the ceiling.
Hunter fumed and grit his teeth. 'All right, New Directions...you wanna play hardball, I'm game.'
XXX
"I can't believe you're actually considering other schools. You know NYADA's the best!"
Kurt and Blaine walked along the streets downtown. They were shopping for Kurt's Spring Showcase which was the following week.
"I know. But, it's always good to have backups." Blaine shrugged.
"Yeah...no kidding." Kurt nodded. "So, Nationals are in New York again this year?"
"Yeah. I didn't think they'd do it again so soon, but..." Blaine shrugged again.
"Well, I'm glad. Then I will be able to save money on airline tickets." Kurt smiled.
Blaine beamed. "Well, at least someone I love will be there."
"Your family isn't?" Kurt asked, concerned.
"Cooper apologized nine hundred times, but he's filming a movie in Vancouver that weekend." Blaine explained.
"You don't seem upset." Kurt observed.
"I know. I want Cooper to be successful, though." Blaine said, smiling. "Besides, our parents rarely show up for performances anyway."
"Still..." Kurt sighed softly. He looked towards a shop and spotted a sale sign for scarves.
Blaine followed his gaze and chuckled. "You go ahead. I'll meet you in Between The Sheets across the street."
"You sure?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and started walking across the street. They heard tires squeal. Blaine turned to see a car zooming fast towards him. Through the windshield, he could see Hunter looking beyond furious.
"BLAINE!" Kurt screamed in fright. He sprinted into the street to push Blaine out of the way. Unfortunately, he himself was hit.
Blaine flew towards the ground. He looked to see the car zooming down the street. He turned to see his boyfriend laying on the ground unconscious. He gasped and shakily stood and ran over to him. "Kurt? Kurt, baby, wake up! Kurt!" Tears streamed down Blaine's face as he shook Kurt's shoulders gently. His hands were shaking and covered in blood.
Don't worry- Kurt's not dead.