"That was a disaster!" Kurt hurried out of the restaurant into the lamplit parking lot, tugging Blaine behind him.
"I think we can safely chalk that up as one of our worst dining experiences ever," Blaine agreed, finally letting out his laughter. He hadn't wanted to crack up in front of the waiter, but he and Kurt had been exchanging criticisms all night and that last look Kurt gave him as the waiter handed them their check…he was afraid he would wet his pants once he could finally burst out laughing. And that would be bad, considering they were his Dalton pants. And he wouldn't be able to get them dry cleaned until Tuesday night, because that's when the dry cleaning people came to do pick-ups at Dalton. And he knew he would have to get them dry cleaned because of what happened to Wes that one unfortunate time he was locked out of the residence hall all night. But he didn't pee in his pants, and he was here with Kurt, and they could laugh about the whole thing now. Except for one small factor.
"I'm starving," Kurt complained as they reached his car.
"Tell me about it."
"I just don't get what their angle was with the microscopic portion size. What were they trying to do? Get us all to fit into clothes at the Baby Gap?"
Blaine knitted his eyebrows at his boyfriend's obscure analogy. Where did he come up with these things?
He and Kurt got into the car, Kurt opening his door for him first (of course, since this was Kurt's date). He had to admit, he never had a boy hold a door for him before tonight. Well, a purposeful door-hold, not the kind where the person you're talking to happens to reach the door first. Like a real, meaningful, after-you, door-hold. Even when he went to school dances with other guys- heck, for the spring dance of his during freshman year, the other dude had been the one to ask him out. But somehow it always ended up that Blaine would play the traditional "male" role. He would open the door, he would drive, he would pay. Maybe it was because he simply looked the part, or maybe it was just his reflex, but either way, he was going to let Kurt do this more often because he never knew how great it felt to be taken care of. As Kurt shut his door for him, he though how lucky he was to be a boy so that he could completely enjoy this sensation without feeling guilty for being anti-feminist, or whatever it was called.
"What are you concentrating so hard on?" Kurt had gotten in on the driver's side.
"Just…how incredible you are." He smiled and took Kurt's hand.
"Well, that's really sweet of you, but you'd better start thinking about what we're going to do now. Its eleven o'clock pm, we're starving, and we're a million miles away from Dalton." He tapped the GPS, waking it up. "In fact, we don't really know where we are!"
Blaine just smiled. For some reason, Kurt's reality check didn't seem to phase him. Because no matter what happened, Kurt was his prince, and that seemed to make everything okay, even the cheesiness of the idea.
But Kurt's face suddenly fell. "Wait."
"What's the matter?"
"I know why you're doing this."
"Doing what?" Blaine was alarmed- what had he been doing to upset Kurt?
"Sitting there acting so relaxed like everything is completely fine! It's because this was supposed to be my turn to take you out, so this should be completely my mistake to fix. You're right. This is the only time you'll hear me say this, but I'm throwing the competition." His voice became more and more high pitched, and it started to waver. "I need your help…I have no idea what to do, Blaine!"
"Wha- no! That's not what I was thinking at all!" He took Kurt's other hand and turned him gently so he could look into his eyes. "Do you want to know honestly what I was thinking?"
Kurt nodded.
"I was thinking about how completely romantic this evening was for me. I don't care about how the GPS screwed up getting us here, about the crappy service, about how long we had to wait. I just love being with you and having you do all the silly, cheesy things for me like hold the door and help me with my jacket. Nobody's ever done that for me." Kurt's face began to soften. "But that doesn't mean that I'm just going sit here while you figure out how to get us out of this mess. Okay?"
Kurt finally smiled and instead of answering, he reached up and twined his fingers into Blaine's hair, tilted his head back, and kissed him gently.
"Okay. Now should we come up with a plan or waste more time?" Kurt asked sarcastically, after he released him.
"Umm…waste more time, I think," Blaine replied, a little dazed.
Kurt chucked and turned the keys in the ignition. "When we get back," he promised.
~oOo~
It felt like forever ago since they had left Dalton. When he and Kurt walked down to breakfast in the morning, they were met with Wes and David's orders to report to the choir room immediately.
All of the Warblers were gathered there, some still in their Dalton pajamas.
"What's going on, guys?" Blaine asked.
At that moment, Wes and David burst into the room. "Alright, who are we missing?" Wes demanded.
"Everybody think. Look around for the person who stands to the right of you. Look for the person who stands on your left. If they're not here, tell me, and then text them. We don't want to have to do numbers."
The boys groaned at David's mention of numbers. He was right. No one wanted to count off by numbers- it usually took four times as long as normal attendance did.
When they were satisfied that they had rounded up as many Warblers as possible, David made the announcement.
"Gentlemen, we have an emergency performance this evening." Kurt and Blaine exchanged horrified looks. "We'll be departing directly at the end of the lunch period, and I better see each and every one of you in the parking lot at two thirty sharp."
"Wait, what?" one of the boys looked up from his cell phone.
"Nick, what part of that announcement did you not understand?" Wes demanded.
"Umm…I…kind of didn't hear it. Would you mind repeating it?" he asked hopefully.
"Jeff, please explain to Nick what he was too busy to listen to," Wes demanded. "I'm sorry, David, please continue."
"Not a problem, Wes." He flashed a smile full of perfectly white teeth. Blaine swore that these two could run a talk show. "As I was saying, this is too short notice to hire a bus, so we're going to take cars."
A collective shout erupted, but Wes whipped out his gavel and pounded the silence back into the room.
"We already have a list of who has a car on campus and who can drive more than one person."
Blaine and Kurt turned to each other again. This could be good. Kurt had gotten his license only a while ago, which meant he could only take one non-family member. Which, with any luck, would be Blaine.
Wes and David had apparently already assigned cars, and they handed out a list to each Warbler, complete with the contact information of the drivers.
"Relax, guys. You're driving down together," Wes clapped Kurt on the back.
"Sweet!" Blaine shouted, before he and the rest of the Warblers were silenced by the gavel.
"Alright. We're driving to Dayton to sing at a state function," David explained. "Don't ask me why they aren't holding it in our state capital, which just so happens to be about fifteen miles from here."
"The University of Ohio's choir cancelled last night due to travel delays. They were singing in Washington D.C. and their flight was postponed, so we've been asked to fill in for them," Wes continued.
Kurt gave Blaine an approving glance. Blaine shoved him- Kurt made fun of him for being the only lead singer way too much.
"No offense, but can we go eat now?" a boy in the back asked.
"Does anyone second Joe's motion to adjourn this meeting of the Warblers and go eat breakfast?"
Maybe Wes and David should run a courtroom instead of a talk show, Blaine decided.
Thirty six Warblers stood up and began to stampede the doors.
"Two thirty, parking lot, by the Dalton sign, in uniform!" Wes bellowed as the boys left.
Of course, Kurt had been devastated.
"Blaine, this is awful timing. I had such a nice evening planned for us!"
He asked if Kurt wanted to postpone it, but they realized that the upcoming week was exams, and next weekend was regionals.
"It would make the most sense to have fun now, while we can," Kurt decided.
"Well, we still have a few hours before we have to leave…I don't know, would we have time to-"
"No, I think we should make a new plan. Honestly, what I had in mind could be done any day, and would probably work best as a break from homework or something. Probably when the weather is nicer, too."
Kurt looked a little dejected, and it kind of broke Blaine's heart to make him cancel his romantic picnic- or whatever it was he had planned.
"Actually, this could be a blessing in disguise." Kurt was already tapping away at his cell phone. "There's this place I've always wanted to try…yup! It's right near where we're performing. Perfect!"
Kurt wouldn't tell him anything about where they were going, as usual, and they spent the rest of the day working on homework. Well, mostly Kurt just helped Blaine edit his character study of Jane Eyre, which needed a lot of help. ("I hate to invalidate your entire essay, Blaine, but I really don't think you can argue that Mr. Rochester was gay.") And being a year older than him, Kurt could help Blaine with physics, which he'd taken the previous year. ("Blaine, in the world of science, opposite charges always attract and like charges always repel.")
Finally, they met the others in the parking lot and departed on the hour and a half drive to Dayton. The performance itself went smoothly, but they couldn't treat it as a dry run for regionals, as they had hoped. It was a pretty serious ceremony, so they sang the national anthem in eight part harmony and an arrangement of America the Beautiful they had been working on, featuring Blaine on lead vocals.
Unfortunately, whoever planned the event definitely didn't have the choir in mind. Sure, it was great for the audience if it opened and closed with a performance, but that meant that the singers had to sit through an entire three hours of people giving and receiving awards.
By the time the whole thing was over and they were pulling out of the parking lot, it was eight thirty pm.
"Before you ask me if we have time, yes we do," Kurt declared.
Blaine shook his head in mock offense. "I haven't even disagreed with you yet, and you still get all defensive on me!"
Kurt chose to ignore him. "I'm just going to put the location into the GPS, give me a minute."
Things started going wrong just about then. It turned out that the address on the restaurant's website was incorrect. They drove for twenty minutes and ended up at a run-down hotel.
"Kurt…are you sure this is it?" Blaine asked, when Kurt was about to pull into the driveway.
"Well, that's what it says. The restaurant is supposed to be part of the hotel."
As much as he hated to disagree with Kurt, they were most definitely not in the right place, and it probably wouldn't be very safe to get out of the car here.
"Well…why don't we just give them a call. Maybe the restaurant moved."
After a quick phone call, it was determined that Blaine was right. Kurt re-programmed the GPS, and Blaine gave the hotel kind of a wistful look as they pulled out.
"What's the matter?"
"You know, if you want, we could totally just ditch the restaurant and stay here tonight…"
Kurt must not have seen Blaine's mischevious look, because he froze with his hands on the steering wheel and almost ran into the highway divider.
"Oh my god!" Blaine screamed as Kurt swerved. "Sorry. I'm joking."
"You better be. Because when that time comes, I expect five-star." It was Kurt's turn to smirk.
The restaurant turned out to be a refurbished, cute little cottage, but it turned out to be another twenty minutes from the hotel, and in the opposite direction from Dalton. For being so small and out of the way, Blaine was surprised at how crowded it was.
"Do you think we should text Wes or David and tell them to sign us out for longer?" Kurt asked worriedly. They had all signed themselves out for the trip, but Kurt and Blaine had given themselves an extra two hours. At this point though, that probably wouldn't cut it, and the secretaries would get on their case if they showed up significantly later than their estimated arrival.
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. Did you sign us out in pencil?"
"Always."
"Alright, then they should be able to figure something out." Blaine sent a quick text to Wes, explaining the situation. Technically, students weren't supposed to sign each other out, but Blaine had faith in Wes.
~oOo~
"Okay, hold up. What are our options for food?" Blaine asked, as his stomach rumbled. He knew Kurt was going to kill him for even suggesting it, but he typed "McDonalds" into the search bar on the GPS.
"Oh no you don't."
"C'mon, Kurt. You've gotta be starving too."
"Exactly. Which is why I'm not going to McDonalds because there's nothing to eat there that won't subtract years from our lives."
Blaine sighed. This wasn't going to be easy, but what other options did they have? They were in the middle of nowhere, and another quick search showed that this was pretty much their best option.
He took a deep breath. Trial number one. "I'm sure one night of partially hydrogenated vegetable oils isn't going to kill you, Kurt."
He received a glare in return.
"They have really good ice cream sundaes."
Another glare.
"I bet they have those Happy Meals with the princess toys! You would love one of those."
Kurt turned and flashed him the most beautiful smile. "Sold."
Blaine pumped his fist into the air. "Let's go!"
Kurt pulled out of the parking lot, and they began the twenty minute drive to McDonalds.
"Okay, it says to turn left on 75 in about three miles," Blaine instructed.
"Great story, but I can drive and read the GPS at the same time."
Blaine had to look over at Kurt to make sure he was joking and not actually irritated. "But you have a whole extra year of experience- you can't keep comparing us." He turned and faced the window in mock indignation.
"Not fair."
"What's not fair."
"Now I can't see you."
"That's a good thing, because your eyes are supposed to be on the road…wait a minute."
"What?"
"I think I just figured out how I can level up this playing field," he said slowly. He turned to face Kurt again, but this time he leaned over and brushed his hand along Kurt's cheekbone.
"Okayyyy, that will do."
Ignoring Kurt, he placed his lips lightly on the other boy's cheek.
"Blaine, I'm serious. If you don't want me to crash the car, you're going to have to knock it off. I'm not being sarcastic here."
Blaine realized what he was doing when the car started to veer towards the wrong lane. He straightened up.
"Fine, fine. I won't do it again."
The rest of the drive passed in a peaceful silence after Kurt distracted Blaine by allowing him to take control over the radio. Honestly, there was nothing really different about hanging out with Blaine three days ago than hanging out with him now. He'd been so worried before, wondering if their friendship would change, or if there would somehow be more barriers between them. But watching Blaine put his feet up on the dashboard and try to type out a text message with his nose reminded him that if anything was different, it was that they could be even more of themselves.
"Finally!" Blaine cheered when he saw the big yellow M rising up in the distance.
Minutes later, they were staring at the brightly lit menu, Blaine's face greedy while Kurt's was disgusted.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" The cashier looked ready to call it a night.
"Umm, can we take another couple of minutes to decide?" Kurt asked in the most polite tone he could muster.
"Sure."
"Kurt, you could get a southwest chicken salad. That looks pretty healthy."
"I don't trust their chicken."
"So get it without the chicken."
"What?"
Blaine shrugged. "That's what my sisters do. They're vegetarian and that's practically the only thing they can eat at this place." He lowered his voice. "But don't be surprised if it takes them awhile to catch on." He nodded his head in the direction of the staff.
"Okay, whatever you say. What are you getting?"
Blaine put on a smile that definitely didn't match the age implied by his blazer. "Chicken nuggets Happy Meal."
"You are unbelievable."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted the toy!"
Kurt smacked himself on the forehead. "You're right! What toys do they have?"
The boys went over to the toy case and Kurt squealed. "Blaine! They're from Tangled!"
"Okay, I think we're gonna need two Happy Meals," Blaine murmured to himself. He tugged Kurt away from the toys and back towards the register.
It had been forever since he'd ordered a kid's meal, Kurt marveled. Which would mean…wait a minute- "We're too old to order kids meals!"
His boyfriend shrugged. "We'll tell them we have two kids in the car."
Kurt began to laugh, but stopped when the full value of that statement caught up to him. He wasn't sure at first if Blaine realized what he'd said, but when he saw the look in his eyes he knew he understood. That it could be real, could be their future, in ten or fifteen years. Kurt had no idea whether he or Blaine had initiated it, but all he knew was that they were kissing passionately in the middle of a McDonalds.
"Gentlemen, may I take your orders?"
The boys broke apart immediately.
"I'm so sorry, sir," Blaine apologized.
The man waved him off. "Just go ahead and order."
"Alright, we'd like a southwest chicken salad...without the chicken," Kurt began. "And we need two Happy Meals, both chicken nuggets."
"Do you want to make that Tangled or Transformers?"
"Tangled," both boys said at the same time.
Blaine got out his credit card, but Kurt swiped it out of his hands. "This is still my date, whether this is a McDonald's or not."
"This worked out unbelievably well for a last-ditch effort," Kurt said with his mouth full of salad.
"I know. Wes and David are gonna be so jealous when we tell them where we went." Blaine was busy pulling his toy out of the plastic wrap. It was a Rapunzel doll about the size of his hand, with long hair and a little comb to brush it. Kurt's was a plastic figure of Rapunzel and the prince riding a white horse. Kurt knew that some kid in China probably made them, and he made a promise to himself to donate to a child-relief fund somewhere at some point.
"Remember when we were little and they used to call them boy toys and girl toys?" Kurt asked.
"That was awful. I remember when I was a kid…actually…" Blaine stopped. "This is a mildly depressing story."
Kurt looked at him with concern. Did Blaine not think he could handle hearing it? Didn't think he wanted to listen?
Blaine seemed to pick up on Kurt's confusion. "No, look, I mean we're eating Happy Meals next to a playland…this doesn't seem like the place to share horror stories from our pasts, right?"
"We'll save it for later, then." Kurt looked around at the playland wistfully. As much as he hated to admit it, he wished he were still short enough to be able to go inside. It would absolutely ruin his uniform, and it was probably infested with bacteria, but he still couldn't help getting flashbacks of sliding down the slide into his dad's arms, or having his dad toss him into the ball pit.
"No way," Blaine chuckled when he saw Kurt staring at the playland. "You want to go in there, don't you?"
"Well I'm actually over the height limit, so I have no choice but to watch from afar. You on the other hand might make the cut." He nudged Blaine playfully.
Blaine's face lit up. "You mean you would actually go in with me? C'mon, I'm sure these people don't care! We're the only ones in this place."
Before Kurt had time to protest, Blaine had already taken his hand and was dragging him towards the edge of the ball pit.
"I'm not so sure about this…what about our uniforms!"
"Are you suggesting we go skinny dipping?" Blaine winked.
"That it IT Blaine Anderson! I have had it with you!" He reached out and shoved Blaine into the ball pit, jumping in right after him.
Blaine resurfaced and began to launch a counterattack. "There is NO WAY you're getting away with pushing me around like that." He began to bury Kurt with the multicolored, plastic balls.
~oOo~
David turned another page of his textbook. "You know, it's getting pretty late and Blaine hasn't come whining for access to his room yet."
"Don't question it," Wes responded. "Now that Klaine is legit, this room is all ours."
"No, I mean I don't think they're back yet."
Wes shrugged. "So text them. Honestly, I don't see why you're so worried. You've been so fidgety since we had to sign them out again with extra time. They're smart people, they'll make it back."
David shut his book and texted Kurt, who he knew would be more likely to respond.
Seconds later, he got a reply.
"See that? They're fine," was Wes' unhelpful comment when he heard David's phone go off.
David gasped when he saw the response.
David: Kurt, where are you guys? We're worried :/
Kurt: Playing in the ball pit! :P
"Oh my god Wes, I'm not sure I know how to handle this. Does this mean what I think it does?"
Wes rolled his eyes as he got up to look. "Proabably not, if it's the Kurt and Blaine we know-" He paused with his mouth open when he read Kurt's response. "Ok, yeah." He took a deep breath. "Not sure how to handle this one either."
David got up and began pacing around the room.
"We haven't even given Kurt The Talk," Wes groaned.
"Well I wanted to do it yesterday but you told me to give them one weekend of innocent intentions."
"So this is my fault? Now I'm the bad guy?"
"I made an entire powerpoint," David moaned.
"Have I ever told you that you take things too far sometimes?" Wes asked with concern. "I thought we agreed on no visuals."
"Yes, but powerpoints can also be effective for organizing text and –"
"Fine, whatever." Wes cut him off. "Look, we've got to do something. Text him back."
"Me?" David gaped at him. "What am I supposed to say?"
Wes shrugged. "You're the one with the powerpoint. Sounds like you have a lot to say."
"Okay, okay, I'll text him back."
"Something mature and calm, please," Wes warned.
"It's like he doesn't trust me," David muttered to himself.
~oOo~
"Cannonball!" Blaine yelled as he jumped into the pit, sending balls flying everywhere. He landed next to Kurt, who was excavating himself from the giant mound of balls he'd been buried in.
Blaine examined the front of his shirt.
"Our uniforms are going to be toast," Kurt declared when he finally got up.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm missing a button."
"Kurt was about to reprimand him, but his phone buzzed.
"Must be David again," he guessed. Or maybe Wes. Seriously, why were these two so concerned? They were taking their roles of peer mentors way to seriously, in his opinion – wait, what? He blinked and looked at David's message again.
"What is it?" Blaine stood up to look over Kurt's shoulder.
OMG KURT ARE YOU SERIOUS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING? PLEASE JUST COME BACK! Do you need us to come get you?
Blaine read the message and sighed. "Aaaand, this conclusively proves the fact that our friends are insane." He paused. But honestly Kurt, I would have been a little more specific in telling them were we are." He grinned.
Kurt shook his head. "I still have no idea – " he looked at his original text again and gasped.
"Because I said-"
"Yeah."
"So they think we're-"
"Yeah." Blaine nodded gravely. "Here, let me handle them." He took the phone and Kurt watched him type out a message.
This is Blaine. You guys need to mind your own business and stop harassing my boyfriend. We are perfectly fine, thank you.
He hit send before Kurt could protest.
"Don't worry, we'll tell them what we're really up to eventually. We're just gonna mess with them first."
~oOo~
Wes and David watched the screen of David's phone light up and Kurt's text appear.
"Oh my god, I don't think I can handle this, Wes." David took a deep breath after reading Blaine's message. "Kurt's like my child! And now he's gonna come home and his cute little innocent face will be all corrupted…do you think I should email him my powerpoint? What if – "
"David CHILL OUT!" Wes had his hands pressed to his temples and his eyes shut. "You are just turning this into way too big of a deal, okay? Most of the time I just play along with your dramatics, but this is going too far."
David looked up with a devastated expression. "What are you saying?"
"That you're making this way too stressful, and quite honestly, it's none of our business."
"Fine." He got up, crossed the room, and sat on the other bed. Neither of them said anything until a few minutes later, when David's phone buzzed.
"Alright David, I really don't want to open this by myself," Wes admitted. "Come back?"
David didn't look up at him. "Are you just playing along with my concern, or do you really want me back over there?"
Wes groaned. "I'm sorry I said that earlier. I didn't mean it, okay?"
David flashed him a smile. "Just checking." He bounded across the room and lept onto the bed next to Wes. "Let's open it!"
He tapped his phone and the boys were greeted with a photo of Kurt and Blaine lying side by side in a bed of multicolored plastic spheres.
Wes and David stared at the picture, then at each other.
"You pervert!" They shouted at the same time.
~oOo~
"It's late." Kurt looked at the dashboard clock and yawned.
"If someone hadn't made a wrong turn way back in Springfield," Blaine teased.
"If someone had clued me in that this whole thing was a bad decision…"
"I'm just kidding, Kurt. I had fun." Before Kurt could respond, he hit a button on the dashboard to turn on the radio.
Made a wrong turn, once or twice.
Kurt's jaw dropped. "No way!"
Dug my way out, blood and fire.
Bad decisions, that's alright.
"Welcome to our silly life," Blaine sang along. He reached over to take Kurt's hand before they both broke into song.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss No-way-it's-all-good…
Kurt didn't care that he was singing at a detrimental volume along to a song that was an insult to the name of music. Because this was their story.
Pretty, pretty, please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect.
Kurt staled a bit on the last line of the chorus, just to make sure this was the clean version of the song. Blaine, on the other hand, plowed right through with the expletive. His hand flew to his mouth when he saw Kurt's expression.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry."
"You're making it worse, just shut up and sing."
Like you're less than, less than perfect,
To me.
After a few more seconds, the radio cut out, but they both kept singing. Kurt let Blaine take the lead in the rap section and was surprised at how good he was.
When the song finished, Kurt had tears in his eyes. He thought back to the times at McKinley when it was really, really bad, when he was sure that we would never meet another gay guy, let alone one who actually liked him. And now, he wished he could go back to Glee Club and sing this song with Blaine, just to show them that it really was possible.
"Aww, Kurt." They were stopped at a traffic light, and it must have illuminated Kurt's face. Blaine brought a hand up to Kurt's cheek and wiped away his tears. "It's true, you know."
Kurt blinked. "What's true?"
"That you're perfect. For me, anyway."
"You too," Kurt whispered.
"I think you better pull over," Blaine said in a low voice.
No one was on the road, but Kurt signaled anyway. "Why?" he asked once he'd pulled over, even though he was already pretty sure of the answer.
Blaine responded by bringing his lips to Kurt's.
~oOo~
"Okay," Blaine whispered. "Think we should begin the final leg of the journey?"
"No."
He laughed. "I know what you mean…I'd be totally okay with spending all night here, but people would start to wonder what's going on." He paused. "If you're tired, I can drive."
Kurt snorted. "Don't kid yourself." He straightened up and rubbed his eyes. "But if you want to be helpful, just tell me when cars are coming, okay?"
"Yes, sir!"
They drove in silence for a while, then talked about school, the Warblers, Kurt's friends from New Directions. Gradually, Blaine's responses got more and more incoherent until his eyes fell closed and he slumped deeper into his seat.
Kurt laughed softly and began to hum a lullaby for his sleeping boyfriend.
After ten or so more minutes, he came up to the intersection of I-75 and Route 47. If he turned right onto 47 West, it would still be an hour and a half to Dalton, but if he kept going straight on I-75, they would be at his house in forty five minutes. It was a weekend, and the chances of anyone noticing were slim, after all…Burt and Carol were away, Finn had taken advantage of their absence to stay at Quinn's house (Thank God Tina and Mercedes were so efficient at collecting and spreading gossip). But Wes and David would blow the whole thing out of proportion, and all the Warblers would be talking about them…Kurt looked at Blaine again and sighed.
"Oh, screw it," he whispered, and kept going straight.