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"So what made you decide to come down?"

The Warblers had taken the three girls to the dining hall, and though it was past hours they all still sat at the same table, talking and laughing together. Rachel sat on Blaine's lap, running her hands through his curls. Santana sat next to Wes, pulling at his earlobe gently with her teeth while Brittany was watching from across the table.

"Well," Santana said, pulling away from Wes. "Once Rachel said 'more boys than we could handle' I took that as a challenge. Brittany was with me anyway."

Blaine chuckled. "Oh is that what it was?"

Rachel shrugged, grinning. "I guess not even the heated animosity between she and I couldn't stop her from a boy in uniform."

The group laughed softly. Santana glanced over at Brittany who seemed a little down. She wasn't laughing with the rest of them and Santana couldn't figure out if she was tired or just couldn't keep up with the lame jokes.

"Britt, you okay?"

Brittany looked over to her, glancing at Wes before saying softly, "We should say hi to Kurt."

Blaine felt all the color drain from his face. He knew he'd forgotten something.

"I'm not so su-"

"What room is he in?"

"734, near the rehearsal room." One of the Warblers piped up and Blaine's heart started to beat quickly. Brittany nodded and got up, walking out of the room. Santana bit her lip, torn between staying here and leaving with the blond girl.

Rachel started to get up when Blaine gripped her wrist gently. "Wh-Where are you going?"

She turned, blinking. "To go see Kurt. I haven't talked to him since last weekend." She tilted her head, confused when Blaine smiled nervously and shook his head. "I'm not really sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

What was he supposed to say? What could convince this obviously blind girl that Kurt may or may not maim them both when he saw her there?

"I, uh…." He smiled softly. "I just don't think he's, uh….ready to see us together."

Rachel's eyes widened and she had sort of a mad twinkle in her eyes. A soft pink blush rose to her cheeks and Blaine could feel the warmth in her hands.

"Together?"

Oh no.


Kurt wiped his eyes, sighing and glancing at the clock in the corner of his laptop screen. It was ten at night, who would possibly be knocking at his door this late? Then again the school was full of teenage boys whose manners went out the window at precisely 3 p.m when the last class ended.

He walked over, stretching his arms a bit before opening the door. In even the deepest parts of his mind was he even remotely expecting to see Brittany S. Pierce standing at his doorway at Dalton in Westerville at ten o'clock at night wearing a black dress and heels.

"…" He reached up and rubbed his temple, looking to the floor a moment. "Brittany, I really do think of you as a friend. Please know that I am very sincere when I say this. I think you're a very nice girl and I appreciate the help that you have provided to me in the past. Sometimes I think it's very unfair that people categorize you as dumb just because you happen to be blond and the blank slate that is your face shows no promise whatsoever in receiving an answer with any hint of anything relating to intelligent."

Brittany blinked, tilting her head to the side slightly and watching him. Her mouth was slightly agape by now. "Wait…what?"

"Brittany, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. I came with Santana."

"…Santana."

She nodded.

"…what is Santana doing here?"

"She came with Rachel."

"…Rachel."

She nodded.

He didn't really need to go on then, did he? If that's what Brittany was wearing then he could only imagine what Rachel Berry's version of 'sexy dress' looked like. He sighed softly.

"Where is Ms. Berry? Screeching from the sidewalk and throwing pebbles at windows?"

Brittany just looked more confused. "No, she's with those parakeets."

"…you mean the Warblers?"

"Is that a bird?"

He rolled his eyes, opening the door wider. "Come in."

She walked in and looked around the room. "This is really nice!"

"I think so t-"

"Watch it."

Kurt was prevented from closing the door by a rather strong hand and he wasn't that surprised to hear the voice of one Santana Lopez. He opened the door to see her in a dress similar to Brittany's with a scowl on her face.

So much for turning in early.

He opened the door and let her in, sticking his head out and looking around in the hallway before closing the door and locking it. He was sure that having visitors after hours was against some kind of rule.

"What can I do for you ladies?"

"Berry just serenaded your boy." Santana joined Brittany on Kurt's bed, smirking over at him. "Doesn't that just make your blood boil?"

Kurt shrugged. "He's a big boy. He can make his own decisions."

"But doesn't it piss you off? I mean she did drag us all the way over here just to serenade him."

Pavarotti started to chirp in his cage and Kurt sighed softly. "You're going to disturb his sleeping pattern if you keep talking so loud."

"Okay mama hen."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What do you propose I do Santana? I can't very well force Blaine to like me and at this point I don't care if he likes me or not. I'm sick of him jerking me around and yet I still don't want to keep going it alone."

He felt pathetic. Why was he pouring out his heart to the likes of Santana? Maybe because behind that smirk Kurt could see some idea fathoming in that evil brain of hers.

"I propose that we stop talking and use our mouths for something else. You know what I'm good at, Hummel, and we both know that my kind of revenge is the only kind that works. I get noticed while your little speeches about acceptance are about as interesting as when Berry gives them."

Kurt clenched his hands into tight fists, making his knuckles white. "Don't you dare compare me to that backstabber." He said softly. No matter how many times he told himself that he didn't care, he would. Especially when it came to Blaine. He had given the Warbler his trust only to pull the rug out from under him. Was it so bad to want to be with the only boy who gave him the confidence to be himself?

Santana didn't smirk at him. Her face was almost…calm. Serene, and for a moment Kurt wondered why she couldn't look like that all of the time. She would be much less scary and maybe even attractive if the venom of hell didn't spew out of her mouth every time she uttered a syllable.

Kurt folded his arms and leaned against his desk, watching her. He didn't know what was possessing him to even allow her into his room, let alone for her to talk him into some sort of twisted revenge. Perhaps he was just sick of sitting back and allowing things to happen. If he took the reins then maybe things would work out in his favor for once.

"Are you proposing that we pretend to date?"

Santana's face scrunched into a scowl. "Hell no. I'm no one's beard, Hummel." She looked over to Brittany, who had been listening to them as she laid on her back on the bed. Seeing Santana look at her, she blinked.

Kurt chuckled. "Brittany?"

"Why not?" Santana looked over to Kurt. "You dated before."

Brittany's eyes widened and she sat up, looking over to Kurt. "Are we dating again?"

Kurt watched her, sighing softly. "It seems that way."

The blond girl quickly got off the bed and threw her arms around Kurt, hugging him tightly. Kurt's eyes widened in surprise, glancing to Santana before looking to Brittany. "Are you okay with that?"

She nodded quickly and he smiled. "Can I have my arms back?"

Brittany let him go slowly and he pulled her into a hug. "Thank you Brittany." He mumbled softly. "This means a lot."

Brittany smiled up at him. "Does this mean I can hold your soft hands again?"

"Hold away."

She reached down and held his hand, their fingers intertwining. Kurt smiled softly at her and she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

Their sweet moment was interrupted by a groan, and both looked over.

She glanced up from her phone. "Sorry, Berry's texting me. Britt we gotta go."

Brittany smiled up at Kurt, who grinned. "I'll walk you both out to meet her."

Santana slid off of the bed and moved over to link her arm around Kurt's free one while Brittany held his other tightly. They walked out of the room together and found Rachel with the rest of the Warblers already in the hallway near the rehearsal room.

"Brittany, laugh." Santana whispered, and Brittany threw her head back and let out a sweet, soft laugh that gained the attention of the crowd around the door. Kurt smiled at Brittany and it looked as if he were whispering something to her judging by how near his lips were to her ear.

Blaine was taken aback. Well…they were friends weren't they?

For a moment he forgot that his arms were around Rachel until Kurt looked over at them together. He felt his heart leap out of his chest. What if Kurt got the wrong idea? He tried pulling away but Rachel kept her hands on his hands, smiling over. "Hi Kurt!"

Kurt smiled softly. "Hello Rachel. I just found these two wandering around. We were catching up when Santana got your text. Leaving so soon?"

Rachel nodded. "But we'll be back soon!"

Kurt looked down to Brittany, smiling softly. "Well isn't that a relief?"

Santana looked on smugly as Kurt kissed her and it looked as if the Warblers would all faint. First Blaine and now Kurt?

"K...Kurt, what are you doing?" One of the Warblers asked.

Kurt glanced over, smiling. "Well Brittany and I dated briefly last year and tonight we have rekindled that love through discussion and the mutual feeling of missing each other despite the differences that tore us apart the first time."

"…you mean that you like guys?" Another Warbler asked.

Kurt chuckled. "Gentlemen, I'm merely exploring my options and broadening my horizons. After all, Blaine showered me that a label cannot confine love with his relationship with Rachel."

Everyone turned and stared at Blaine, who felt faint suddenly. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to diffuse the situation. Rachel beat him to the punch.

"Oh that's great! We can double date now!"

Blaine leaned against her as he felt his knees buckle and Kurt smiled. "Fantastic. How about we all meet at Breadstix tomorrow evening after practice?" He looked to Blaine with soft eyes. "We can carpool and just sleep over at my house."

Blaine wanted to stop it. Was he dreaming? This wasn't happening. Last week he was going through school blissfully unaware of how wrong things could go. This was madness.

Kurt and Brittany kissed and Santana wrote down her number on Wes's palm. Rachel turned around and kissed Blaine's lips. "See you tomorrow!" She didn't notice how still his spine had become or that he didn't move in to kiss her back. No one noticed his silence as the girls walked off and the Warblers chuckled to each other about what a wild night it had been. No one noticed him rooted in the same spot as they all dispersed to their own rooms.

"Blaine?"

He looked up and saw Kurt standing there.

Kurt noticed.