AN: Woohoo! update! i'm actually quite happy with this chapter, i'm getting back into the writing feel of things, im not all the way there yet but this chapter is telling good news! AND its longer than usual which i think will be happening with all the chapters to come! I'll shut up now so you can read. Enjoy!

The halls seemed so much quieter than they usually were, there was of course the odd student dotted around the corridors, smartly dressed in their uniforms even though it was a Friday evening, and as I passed them, I didn't feel any fear that they were judging me or thinking of the best way to attack me. Because Dalton wasn't like that, and the handsome warbler holding my hand as we strode down the halls had proved that to me.

Blaine was living proof that the world didn't completely hate me.

It had only been two days since the Revenge escapade with the warblers, and after a lot of talk, it had turned out that there may have been a brief misunderstanding of the situation.

Blaine's POV:

Two days earlier...

Sitting in the library I was feeling like the world was spinning just for me, Kurt had agreed to go out with me and not even the terrible weather that was starting outside the window could put a damper on my day.

Feeling a buzzing in my pocket, I slowly pulled my phone out, thinking it was Kurt to try and find out where we were going so that he could plan his outfit, but the caller ID was one that I was definitely not expecting to see.

"Jeremiah, what are you doing?" I asked slowly, serenading him at the GAP had been one of the worst things I had ever done, my head fell onto my knees as he replied.

"Oh just calling you, seeing if you wanted another coffee for old time's sake." He giggled. Giggled. It was one of the strangest situations that I had been in. Why ask out a guy you had just turned down a few days before?

"Okay, I guess. Where shall I meet you?" I said hesitantly, hoping wherever that where ever it was would be close, my date was only 3 hours away and I wasn't going to be late for the epitome of human perfection. My whole body jumped as the librarian shushed me from the end of the bookshelf; I had forgotten that I was actually sat in between two tall shelves, losing myself in To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Meet me in Dalton's coffee place, I'm already here." He laughed again and hung up. My whole body shivered and I sighed, rubbing my eyes while feeling like I hadn't slept in 30 years. Slowly I stood up and tried to think about what had just happened. Had I just agreed that to go on a date with Jeremiah? I silently laughed and shook the thought off. He just wanted to talk, and I guess some part of me needed the closure, I was definitely over him but maybe he could still be a good friend? We had hung out before and had good conversations.

I didn't pass anybody on the way there; it was as if everyone had universally agreed not to be out in the Dalton campus. My eyes felt strangely alert in anticipation for my date with Kurt later. I scanned my surroundings and noticed that the walls looked brighter, the paintings looked more vibrant, and I felt like all the past few days of stress were slowly ebbing away.

The bell above the door rang out loudly causing everyone to snap their heads in my direction. Normally no one would blink an eye at someone entering the abnormally large school coffee shop, but apparently today was the day when the abundance of students decided to. A lot of the warblers were dotted around the crowded place. They smiled in my direction without properly looking at me before returning to the hushed conversation. I shrugged off the strange situation of the whole thing when I noticed that Jeremiah sitting in a booth and smiling at me. As I sat down across from him he pushed a lukewarm coffee towards me, politely I took a sip and grimaced at the taste of the plain taste that stuck in my mouth. Clearly he didn't remember my coffee order.

"I hope you like it; I know that black coffee's your favourite." He smiled and I momentarily felt guilty about being annoyed at his forgetfulness, but he had tried. I had to give him that.

"Yeah, thanks. Is there a specific reason you wanted to meet me?" I asked patiently. The blond boy laughed and shook his head. What used to make me melt at my knees and swoon over the beach ready boy, now made me feel patronised, He was acting like I was five years old.

The door chimed again, signalling another person had entered. I almost turned to see who it was, like everyone had for me, but Jeremiah had opened his mouth again and my dapper politeness was telling me it would be rude to ignore him, despite the fact that I was starting to wish that I was somewhere, anywhere else.

"Oh Blaine, you're so adorable when your naive." He started, I had to correct myself, he was treating me like I was three. "While I didn't appreciate you singing to me at work, I now realise that I was actually really nice and sweet of you." My palms became uncomfortably sweaty as it finally dawned on me as to why he wanted me here. I looked around hoping, praying for someone to sweep in and save me from this situation but my luck had well and truly ran out when I realised that everyone else was engrossed in their own conversational bubbles.

"So I was wondering if maybe you would go on a date with me sometime, I mean I know this is already kind of a date-" I spluttered and almost spat my drink all over his blue t-shirt but instead swallowed the vile coffee and cough to cover up my shock.

"This- this is a date?" I questioned, my voice becoming unrealistically high at the end as I pointed at the table and then in between the two of us.

"Well of course it is, what else would it be?" Of course he wouldn't realise all that had happened in the past few days, my realisation, the death of any 'feelings' that I had once thought existed towards him, my adoration of Kurt, he knew none of it.

"Well I thought it was just us two meeting up, like when we were friends." I explained cautiously, all too paranoid that he would flip out, of course I only knew him to be the calm type, even when I got him fired he was still oddly calm. I admit he was aggravated, but if the roles had been reversed I wouldn't have been able to contain my anger at him.

Now he just looked downhearted. The guilt was starting to rise up through my body again and I almost reached out my hand to comfort the man. Almost.

"So I guess that I missed my shot right, I should've known that I guy like you would get swept off the market at a seconds notice." He tried to joke and I almost laughed with him, but something in the air had changed. I couldn't pinpoint when, but the crowded shop had suddenly become silent, asking for attention to be given. I looked around to notice the warblers had created a formation and were humming a beat. It was a song that I knew somewhere in the back of my head but couldn't remember the name of. Turning my head further to the right I could see Jeff just at the edge of the formation mouthing something to someone sat on the other side of the wooden half wall that I was sitting next to.

Kurt warily stood up and I could tell that he knew as much about this as I did, but there was a second where we made eye contact before his eyes glanced at Jeremiah before he strode to take the centre Warblers' position. His face was almost neutral but had the huge sense of attitude behind it that just screamed, 'challenge me, I dare you'. My heart stopped for a moment as I noticed how amazing and sexy Kurt looked standing there, but at the same time I was still puzzled, not only at the warblers impromptu performance that I was not a part of, but also the small look of sadness that permeated through Kurt's eyes when he looked at Jeremiah.

"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did."

Oh God no. All of a sudden the song sprang into my head and I knew what they were doing. Kurt and the warblers were song attacking me. My head snapped around to fully look at them and sure enough, they were all now looking right at me. I couldn't figure out why though, was Kurt mad at me? I didn't understand what I had done wrong until Jeremiah had tapped my shoulder.

"Do you guys always burst out into random songs?" Jeremiah, Of course they thought I was on a date with him. I couldn't blame them for their thoughts because it definitely looked that way. There was no point correcting them until the end of the song either because to be honest, even thought it was aimed at me for all the wrong reasons, they were rocking it.

Of course eventually the song came to an end and the whole audience of coffee drinkers were in an awe like state of the group as they were on their feet screaming for an encore. The rest of the warblers dispersed leaving only the four of us behind in a huge state of awkwardness.

Deciding to have some fun with the situation, I put on my best confused face and tried to act annoyed. Jeremiah thankfully left and I honestly didn't know if I was ever going to see him again, I honestly didn't know if I cared. All I wanted was standing right in front of me, practically shouting at me while still managing to look adorable.

It took a while to explain myself and then after a lot of odd comments about Taylor Swift from the three of us, I decided to gently hold Kurt's hand and whisk him off for an early date. The pictures down the hallway still had their vibrancy, but none of the British paintings could compare to the beauty of the boy walking beside me.