Rachel sauntered in the room, completely unaware of the condition that Kurt was in. When she reached the bed, she took the broken boy into a bone-crushing hug that caused him to yelp in pain. "Oh my god, Kurt! I'm so sorry, what happened?"

"My dad decided to attack me again. I'm fine now, just in a little pain, but that wasn't the reason that you came here was it?" Kurt meant business now, the dramatic teen had interrupted something great, something he wanted to get back to quickly.

"Right, um, well the last time I saw you, which was far too long ago by the way," she added, "I told you that McKinley was starting a glee club and I was won-"

"Rachel, I am not going back there," He told her. It may have sounded harsh, but did she really think that he would go back to that hellhole?

Apparently yes,

"Kurt, we need you. The only people that can actually sing are me, of course, and Mercedes. Your voice will bring us over the top, and we have to win sectionals. Maybe Blaine can join, too. I've never heard you sing but maybe you can sing well."

"Rachel, I'm flattered. But I don't think that Kurt and I are going to come back just to be in your glee club. We were both ridiculed there, and now that we are both out, I don't think that will go over well with Karofsky," Blaine spoke in all honesty. I was like he was reading Kurt's mind and fine tuning it so it didn't sound selfish.

"Please, guys. I have never lost a competition in my life! I can't break that streak now!" the desperation in her voice was astounding, but Kurt new better.

"Listen, if I know you as well as I think I do, then you and your glee club will take it all the way to nationals. If you do win, which you will, I am sure that Blaine and I will consider coming back," Kurt said with a smile. Rachel left after that, wearing a small grin.

"You really meant that?" asked Blaine

"Please, the Warblers have you, awesome dance moves, and the best set list ever. They don't stand a chance," He laughed as he kissed the top of Blaine's head while taking in the smell of vanilla and granny smith apples.

Sectionals week.

The week they had all dreaded and waited for eagerly. Dreaded because this meant that they would be up to ungodly hours of the night rehearsing - and waiting for because this was the week that led up to sectionals, where they perform not only for the judges, but for themselves as well.

Monday, the beginning, the only day of the week they are somewhat sane.

"Okay, so we have three songs and six days to work on them. Which one do you think is the one we have the most trouble on?" asked Wes after violently banging his gavel on the table.

"I don't care that we have mastered the song already, but I just want to hear Kurt and Blaine singing candles again." Blurted Nick while the rest of the Warblers harmonized on a great big "yea!"

Not bothering to get in formation because, as Nick already said, they had mastered it. Kurt's angelic voice rang out over the Warblers

The power lines went out

And I am all alone

But I don't really care at all

Not answering my phone

Kurt stared into blaines ever-changing eyes not wanting this moment to end as he waiting for his boyfriend to sing

All the games you played, the promises you made

Couldn't finish what you started only darkness still remains

His voice sounded as sweet as honey and as rich as molasses. He was so lucky to have such a strong and amazing boyfriend.

'Crunch week' had gone by quickly, but was not wasted. By the end of the six days, they were doing the numbers in their sleep… literally. Many a time had Kurt been awoken by the sound out Blaine prancing around their room singing one of the songs under his breath.

The very last day they had planned to do a huge sleep over with all the Warblers in their rehearsal room. No teachers, and only one rule: what happens at the warbler sleep over stays at the warbler sleep over. And of course everybody was going to follow the rule, right?