Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did… well, I actually don't know how I would change any more because it seems like so many of the things I wanted to change about what was going on when I first started the fics either have changed or are changing!

A/n: And I wrote two chapters of this before I uploaded. I just got going and… well, I didn't really want to stop my roll to upload!

Economics didn't seem as though it was going to be too difficult of a class, but sitting next to Noah Puckerman for the rest of the year probably wasn't going to be all that fun. Especially once Puck knew what was going on between Blaine and Kurt.

"Holy shit, Prep School… what happened to you?" Blaine glanced up as he heard a somewhat familiar voice. Not to mention that only a select few members of New Directions would actually call him that. He smiled slightly at Santana.

"Combination of a bad breakup and a ruptured appendix." Blaine held his econ textbook protectively over the lower part of his stomach as he walked down the hall, using it as a shield to protect himself from any of the other students. He hadn't realized just how wild other teenagers could be in the halls, and he was starting to think that his grandparents might have been right in telling him that he should stay home a little while longer.

"Wait… you and Hummel broke up?" Blaine nodded in response to the question. "How is it that I'm the last one to know about this?"

"You probably aren't… Puck apparently didn't know, either. Although I'm surprised Kurt hasn't told everyone about it."

"Kurt barely spoke to anyone all summer. We all just assumed he was driving out to Westerville to hang out with you and some of your other Warbler buddies all the time," Santana replied. Blaine shrugged.

"I guess I really fucked up big time…"

"What did you do?" Blaine glanced at Santana, noting the way she raised one of her eyebrows questioningly.

"Promise you aren't going to kill me?"

"I'm not making any promises." Blaine sighed, shaking his head. She looked pissed off, not a good sign.

"I got drunk… did some things I shouldn't. Ended up waking up next to a guy I may or may not have slept with. I blacked out so I don't have any idea what I did," Blaine replied.

"And Kurt knows this because…"

"He was there for part of it. It was at David's graduation party… Kurt had to leave early, but I was planning on staying the night. He was kind of pissed off at me by the time he left, and I kept drinking…"

"You told him the rest?" Santana asked.

"David filled in some details, but I told him what I remembered."

"Bad move, Prep School."

"I didn't have a choice. He asked… I couldn't lie to him." Blaine glanced down at the map in his hand. "I have to get to class."

"I guess I'll be seeing you in glee club?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea…"

"Of course it's a good idea… Kurt will deal with it. And everyone wants to see someone other than Rachel doing solos. You've got the voice to give her a run for her money." Blaine shrugged.

"We'll see. Like I said, I've got to get to French." Blaine walked away down the hall, keeping his head down as much as possible. He wasn't looking forward to the prospect of seeing Kurt. But Blaine wasn't lucky enough to avoid his ex; as soon as he walked into the classroom he came face to face with the boy. He should have known that McKinley would only have one AP French class.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine sighed as he saw the pain in Kurt's eyes.

"I'm living with my grandparents… my dad got transferred to Dubai last month."

"You could have gone back to Dalton. You didn't have to come here." Blaine shook his head.

"I couldn't go back. I'd already decided to leave and go back to public school… I couldn't back down from that. I need to do this." Blaine watched as Kurt crossed his arms.

"Just stay away from me." Blaine nodded sadly. He hadn't expected Kurt to still be so upset with him.

Blaine waited for Kurt to choose a seat and then sat as far away from the younger boy as possible. He wasn't going to push his luck; Blaine knew better than to ignore what Kurt told him to do in this particular situation.

The class was fairly boring for Blaine; it was conducted entirely in French, but Blaine had a fairly easy time understanding the teacher from his years of intensive French classes at Dalton. Blaine had a feeling that this particular class was going to be a piece of cake.

Blaine winced as he bumped up against the table as he got out of his seat after the bell rang. He purposely glanced down at his schedule and map, waiting for Kurt to leave the room. As soon as the boy was gone, Blaine made his way out of the room and off towards his AP English class. Blaine just had to hope that Kurt wouldn't be in any of his other classes.

English went by quickly, with only Artie Abrams sharing the class with Blaine. It was followed by AP Calculus, which surprisingly enough didn't include any of the members of New Directions (at least as far as Blaine could tell). By lunch, Blaine was already exhausted. Part of him wanted to go home and forget the rest of the day, but another part of him knew that he really didn't need to miss his classes if he could help it. So he suffered through his biology class, doing his best to keep himself awake and avoid the glares he kept getting from Finn and Quinn, who were also in the class. Mike gave him a few confused looks, and Brittany seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Blaine hadn't been at McKinley the year before. To be honest, Blaine wasn't really sure how the blonde had made it to her senior year, especially given some of the things she said to him as they sat at the lab table they shared. Blaine had been assigned to be her lab partner, and he had a feeling that it was going to be a long semester.

"I'm surprised you're willing to show your face around here." Blaine glanced up from his schedule, a little surprised to see himself face to face with Lauren Zizes. "Puckerman told me that you and Kurt broke up. Satan filled in the details that Puck didn't know."

"So basically pretty much all of New Directions now knows that I may or may not have slept with another guy over the summer. Great." Blaine sighed, walking up to the locker that he had determined was his earlier and opening it to put away a couple of his books because his bag was getting heavy.

"Basically, yes. And yes, everyone who knows is pissed off at you."

"I suppose I deserve that," Blaine replied, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want any trouble… I just want to make it through senior year alive."

"Then I would suggest you stay away from Finn Hudson for a while. Apparently he heard about what happened between you and Kurt from Satan, not Kurt. And he's even more pissed than anyone else."

"Thanks for the warning… I'll keep that in mind."

"You might want to keep that in mind right now… he's headed this way. Good luck, Prep School."

Blaine turned around just in time to see Finn walking up to him. He winced as he felt the other boy's hands pushing him back against the wall of lockers. Blaine couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as he slid down to the ground.

"What the fuck, man! Why the hell would you do that to Kurt?" Blaine couldn't form an answer; it felt like his scar had ripped open again. Tears were already starting to sting his eyes.

"Hudson! Principal's office, now!" Blaine felt someone kneeling down next to him, an arm around his shoulder.

"Are you nuts, Finn? I said I was mad at him, not that I wanted you to hurt him!"

"He hurt you!"

"That doesn't justify you pushing him into a locker!" Blaine finally glanced up, more than a little surprised to see Kurt sitting there next to him. The anger Blaine had seen in Kurt's eyes earlier that day was gone, replaced by a look of concern. "Are you okay?" Blaine reached down and gently pressed a hand against the lower part of his abdomen. It stung, but he was thankful that it didn't look like he'd actually started bleeding.

"No blood… still hurts, though."

"Why would there be blood?"

"Appendicitis… a couple of weeks ago…"

"And you came to school today? Are you mental?" Blaine winced at the slightly screechy tone of Kurt's voice. It was at least a sound of concern.

"Maybe slightly."