GLEE MOVIE!

My sister and I just got back from it. I can't even put it into words. Just... Warblers... Kurt... River Deep Mountain High... Valerie... Not enough Klaine skit... Chris Colfer twirling a microphone... So. Much. Awesome. I. Can't. Even. Of course there were a lot of things I could see where there should have been improvements or certain people/moments featured more ** but overall, totally worth it =D

I'm also absolutely painting my 3D glasses pink and keeping them ;)

I so wanted to do a future fic for this one, but it's Saturday which means family time. It's also my last weekend where I'll be conscious during the day time so I thought I'd better make the most of it. Plus… movie, you know ;) this ended up going much longer than anticipated anyway.

Day 10: A calendar, an iPod, An unwanted phone call and tiredness

"I now call this emergency Warbler meeting to order."

Wes rapped his gavel and Kurt leaned forward quizzically. This was his first emergency Warbler meeting and he was curious what exactly warranted an emergency with this group of people. After all, New Directions called emergency meetings pretty much every week over trivial things, but the Warblers seemed a lot less… unflappable.

"It's about Blaine," David said, shuffling a few pieces of paper on the desk in front of him. Kurt looked around, suddenly realizing that Blaine wasn't there. What kind of emergency could involve Blaine… oh no, has something happened to him? Kurt's blood ran cold as he waited for the words to come from David that he'd been in a car crash, some of his old bullies had gotten him, he was sick… "We're calling an intervention."

Intervention? There was a murmur around the room, then Nick raised his hand. "With all due respect, the last time we called an intervention, it didn't go too well."

"What happened the last time?" Kurt couldn't help but ask.

Wes sighed. "Joseph pulled out of the Warblers, apparently he felt threatened when we all showed up at his door and told him his girlfriend was detrimental to his health, schoolwork and Warbling. Which is why we're doing things differently this time."

Kurt raised his hand, standing as he did so. "What exactly is wrong with Blaine that we need to call an intervention for? He seems fine to me." Jeff sniggered and Kurt shot the blonde a glare as he sat down. Of course the boy knew that Kurt was somewhat crushing on Blaine, but the rest of the group didn't need to know and Kurt wanted to keep it that way.

"I'm glad you asked," Thad spoke up. "For those who don't know, I'm Blaine's roommate. And for those of you who have been living under a rock, Blaine is a very accommodating person. He is always willing to help others and does pretty much whatever he's asked to do. And that, my friends, is his downfall."

Kurt frowned in confusion. He wasn't the only one. "But… why?" Ethan asked. "I mean, he does charity work. That's a good thing. I thought as long as he showed up to Warbler rehearsals and kept up with his schoolwork, it was fine to do other extracurriculars?"

"It is, but not when it affects his health." David slipped a photo out from the stack of papers and held it up as Thad continued speaking. "This is Blaine's wall calendar. If you can't read it, don't worry; I can't either when it's in front of me."

Kurt squinted at the photo, trying to make out the words. Every single little box was filled, most with two or three different things that were overlapping. "How does he live like that?" Cameron called out incredulously. "Mine has like, two things on it!"

"That's the problem," Thad said, gesturing for David to hand around the photo. "He's so busy during the day that he has to study at night. I'd say Blaine has averaged around three hours of sleep every night for the past two weeks and it's finally taking its toll." Kurt winced at the thought, he himself needed eight hours every night to be functional. How has Blaine been acting normal for so long? And how have I not noticed?

Kurt pushed away his guilt as Thad continued. "He's sleeping right now, thank goodness, otherwise I was going to either knock him out with the gavel or buy some strong sleeping pills." Kurt didn't miss the way Wes's hold tightened on his gavel almost protectively. "Something has to be done, but like Wes said, we can't all confront him. We just need one person." And then, inexplicably, Thad's eyes moved to Kurt. "Someone who gets along with Blaine well, spends a lot of time with him… someone who relates to him."

The rest of the Warblers turned to Kurt who stared around in amazement. "Me? Am I really closer to him than the rest of you?"

"You are," Wes said, smiling. Kurt couldn't understand why that made him so happy considering Blaine had always called Wes and David his best friends. "We have a few ideas of what you could do, but I think we might leave the ball in your court. And the reason we called everyone else here is so they can offer assistance if necessary, as well as trying to ease the load on Blaine without making it obvious. Andrew, Luke, take some of his Floor Monitor shifts if you can. If you have classes with him, make sure he goes to lunch. Basically just bide time until Kurt can do whatever he's going to do."

The photo was handed over to Kurt who examined it closely before deciding he needed to look at the real thing. Wes dismissed the meeting and Kurt immediately made his way to the Council desk. "Thad, I'm going to need access to your room."

"I thought so. Now?" Kurt nodded and Thad stood, shuffling the photos together and leading Kurt out of the room. "Sorry to throw this at you all of a sudden," he said as they walked, "but it's only really become an issue lately. He got pretty sick last year because he refused to take a day off and we can't afford a repeat of that."

Kurt frowned. "What, the Warblers can't afford to lose their soloist?"

"No, as his friends, we can't stand to see him that way." Thad sighed. "Kurt, I know how we come off sometimes, but we really do care about each other as a group. We know what Blaine went through at his old school and we do our best to protect him, not just from others but from himself. And we don't have details but we know you've been through something at your school and we do our best to help you out, even if we don't show it. You should have seen Wes cracking down on people slamming locker doors in your first few weeks."

Wow… Kurt felt unexpected tears of gratitude prickle at the corners of his eyes. "Thanks, Thad. I - I didn't know."

"We didn't want to make it obvious or seem like we were mollycoddling you. But we have your back and we've especially got Blaine's." Thad's smile turned devilish. "And when you two get together, it'll be a lot easier to protect you both."

Kurt blinked. "I - what? We… Blaine doesn't like me like that…"

Thad just smirked. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say." They stopped outside the door and Thad inserted his key, turning it slowly as to not make any noise. "Do you want me to come in with you?" he murmured softly.

"Probably a good idea. If he wakes up, we can say you were giving me some notes for class or something."

Thad raised an eyebrow. "Plans on the fly. We definitely picked the right guy for the job."

Kurt resisted the urge to laugh as Thad slowly opened the door, but that was wiped away when he saw Blaine. The boy was still fast asleep, iPod in his ears, and Kurt took a moment to survey him. He looks exhausted… how did I not see it?

"It's not your fault you didn't notice," Thad whispered. "Nobody did. I thought he was doing fine until he passed out last night."

Kurt turned furious and panicked eyes on the boy. "Why didn't you mention that before," he hissed, keeping one eye on the sleeping boy in case he woke up. "Did he hit his head? What if he has a concussion, you shouldn't be letting him sleep if he's concussed!"

"Kurt, relax." Thad took his arm gently. "He came into the room pale as anything, I noticed straight away, got to him in time to catch him and he was only out for a few minutes. He didn't hit his head and I made him sleep it off afterwards. Don't worry, I've been taking care of him the best I can."

Kurt nodded, feeling his anger abate. "Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just… I don't like seeing him like this."

"Neither do I. Which is why we need to intervene." Thad crossed the room to where their wall calendars were hanging side-by-side. "Here, this one is Blaine's."

Even if Thad hadn't told him, Kurt would have been able to figure it out. Thad's calendar was neat and, while there was at least one event every day, it wasn't overcrowded. The one next to it, however, had no room left to write on. The margins were filled with arrows pointing to dates, different colors overlapped each other and to put it simply, it was a mess. Quite like Blaine's life, it seemed. And he still managed to make time for coffee with me, Kurt realized, his fingers tracing over the small entry at the bottom of last Wednesday: Coffee with Kurt.

Something about seeing his name up there gave Kurt an idea. They were just about at the end of the month, so Kurt flipped the page to see the a few days filled up but significantly emptier days all up. On the second, Kurt noticed there was only Warbler practice and a study group. "Thad," Kurt whispered, beckoning the boy over. "This Warbler practice, is it for anything important?"

"Not unless anything comes up in the next four days, no. Why?"

Kurt took a deep breath, steeling himself for the words he knew nobody had dared to tell a Council member before. "You need to cancel it."

Thad stared at him for a few seconds. "You want me to go and tell Wes to cancel a meeting?"

"Do you want Blaine to get sick again?" Thad shook his head. "Then get Wes on the phone and get that meeting cancelled now." Thad gave him one more dubious look before slipping out into the hallway. Now that he was gone, Kurt turned to take another look at Blaine, smiling fondly as he heard Teenage Dream coming faintly out of his headphones. Kurt knew Blaine wasn't as strong as he always appeared but he had never been able to find a way to break down the walls or point out a flaw, and now he had his chance. Richard was in Blaine's study group, Kurt would just tell him that Blaine wouldn't be attending. As long as Wes would allow one of his precious meetings to be cancelled, Kurt could make this work.

Thad poked his head back in the door and nodded to Kurt. Grinning, Kurt grabbed a permanent marker from Blaine's desk and flipped back to the following month. In big block letters he wrote KURT across the square and crossed out Blaine's other commitments. "Don't let him schedule anything for that date," he whispered to Thad who was looking at the square with a knowing smile.

"What are you going to do?"

Kurt looked at Blaine one more time who was beginning to get restless, probably about to wake. "I have a plan," he whispered before slipping past Thad and leaving the room.

It wasn't until the first of the month that Blaine started looking at him strange, but since the plan was going into effect the next day, Kurt didn't care. He simply treated Blaine the same as he always had and ignored the suspicious looks coming his way. On Thursdays they didn't have any classes together and there was no Warbler rehearsal that afternoon - plus, Blaine had three commitments that afternoon so Kurt knew he wouldn't be seeing him.

As Friday dawned, Kurt was up bright and early. He knew Blaine got up at 7 every morning and got ready so he needed to be earlier. He and Thad had already made arrangements, so when Kurt arrived at 7:05, dressed in casual clothes, to find Blaine staring at his empty wardrobe, he wasn't surprised.

"Something wrong?" he asked nonchalantly, hanging off the doorframe.

Blaine spun to face him, looking slightly panicked. "Kurt, something's happened to all of my unif-" He paused, taking in the look on Kurt's face. "You did this."

"I did," Kurt agreed. "Now I know Thad's currently hiding out in the bathroom so let's let him out and then I'll explain what's going to happen." Thad opened the door, giving them both a sheepish look and grabbed his bag, disappearing out of the room. "Alright, here's the deal. The Warblers called an intervention about you."

"They what?"

Kurt held up his hands as Blaine looked ready to explode. "Hey, they were perfectly entitled to. They called it because of this." Digging in his bag, he pulled out the page that Blaine had ripped off his calendar from the previous month - Thad had grabbed it for him. "See this? This is called overworked. You're tired all the time because you take on too many things."

"I'm fi-"

"Blaine, you passed out the other day. That's not fine. When were you going to tell me about that, by the way?" Blaine bit his lip which Kurt took as his answer. "You're my friend, Blaine. You always told me to come to you if I was struggling, so why don't you come to me?"

Blaine sighed. "I've always been able to handle it. I sign up for a lot of things, yes, but I enjoy doing them. Sometimes it gets a bit much and I get a bit worn out, but I'm seventeen, Kurt. I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can," Kurt said calmly. "You just choose not to. So someone had to step in and do it for you." Standing, he walked over to the wall calendar where his name was written and tapped it. "That would be me. You've got an hour to get dressed and ready to go, casual attire. Bring those hideous pink sunglasses of yours." With that, he turned and left the room, leaving a slightly stunned Blaine sitting on the bed.

Thad was, of course, waiting down the hall. "Are you taking him off campus? Because you do know you have classes, right?"

Kurt smirked. "Taken care of. Blaine Anderson has been called in sick - and really, I think the staff are more grateful than anything because they've noticed too. And Kurt Hummel has gone home for family reasons and will be back on Monday."

"Blaine's I understand, but you would have had to have a family member call in for you."

Kurt nodded. "Finn, my step-brother. He and Blaine are actually pretty good friends and when I explained the situation, he was happy to cover for me." Thad looked suitably impressed and Kurt resisted the urge to preen - he was a good planner, after all. "So we'll just wait until classes are in and then disappear."

"Where to?" Wes's voice from behind him made Kurt jump and he spun quickly, preparing for a lecture. But to his surprise, Wes was smiling. "I don't approve of people skipping class without a good reason, Kurt. But this isa good reason. So where are you taking him?"

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to rip shreds out of me," he admitted sheepishly to the laughter of the other two. "And I've got a place in mind. Just somewhere that he'll have a chance to relax."

Wes and Thad swapped a glance. "You're good for him, you know that?" Wes said softly. "Maybe you should consider acting on those feelings you have."

"I don't have feelings for Blaine," Kurt said on reflex. Wes simply rolled his eyes in response and usually Kurt would keep arguing the point, but for some reason he was sick of keeping the lie up. "Okay, fine, I do. But he doesn't."

Thad sighed. "He wouldn't believe it when I told him either," he said to Wes who shook his head pityingly. "Hopefully they sort it out themselves. Have a good day, Kurt."

The two boys headed down the hall to breakfast, leaving Kurt feeling slightly shell shocked. Could they be right? Could Blaine like me? Well, he had half an hour to think about it, so Kurt sat down against the wall and began to think. All of the little signs he hadn't allowed himself to think too much about at the time were now slotting together to paint a bigger picture, one that he hadn't dared to dream of before. Blaine flirted with him a lot, the Warbler boys all said he was closer to Kurt than anybody else. And Kurt knew if anybody else had pulled a stunt like he had before, Blaine would blow them off and go to class. Instead, he was trusting Kurt and doing what he said.

And finally it just got to the point where Kurt couldn't avoid it. Blaine Anderson might like me.

Well, that certainly put a different spin on things. Kurt had planned for Blaine to just have the chance to relax, sleep, think about things that weren't school related and make the most of having a day off. But now Kurt began to wonder whether he couldn't bring up this particular topic and get Blaine's thoughts on it all. Because if he did feel the same way… well, Kurt wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to become Blaine's boyfriend any time soon. And what was more relaxing than finding out the person you like likes you back?

But he was getting ahead of himself now. There was still a 50/50 chance that Blaine didn't like him back, and that wasn't what the day was about after all. Today was completely about Blaine.

Pulling out his phone, Kurt opened his Pocket God app and resumed his battle. He had just about defeated the Ant God - after seven attempts - when the door opened, emitting Blaine who looked quite surprised at Kurt sitting on the floor. "Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"

"No, it's all good." Kurt pocketed his phone and jumped to his feet. "I think everybody should be in class by now, so let's go."

Kurt could already see the apprehension in Blaine's eyes. "Kurt, I don't want to cut class, my GPA -"

"Is perfect," Kurt interrupted. "You've been called in sick, so you kind of have no choice."

"Where are we going?"

Kurt allowed himself a smirk. "You'll see." Reaching over, he took Blaine's hand. "Come on," he said before winking. "I know a short cut."

And if that wasn't pushing the flirting line, Kurt was clearly doing his job wrong. It seemed to work on Blaine who actually blushed as they headed down the hall and Kurt smiled to himself. It didn't matter that his shortcut wasn't really a shortcut at all, in fact Kurt wasn't sure Blaine even remembered that they had walked down to the parking lot until Kurt unlocked his car. "Wait, how long are we going to be gone? There's Warbler rehearsal this afternoon and I have my study group."

"Didn't you see the calendar?" Kurt asked innocently. "All of those things have been cancelled."

He nearly had to drive off without Blaine who took almost a minute to recover from that statement and get in the car. "You… you got Wes to cancel Warbler rehearsal? What kind of deity are you?"

"The best kind, of course." Kurt pulled out of the car park and headed down a familiar road - at least to him, considering he had driven out this way yesterday afternoon just to make sure he had it right. Blaine was looking around, clearly confused as to where they were going, but he wouldn't have to wait long. Google Maps is a wonderful tool, Kurt thought to himself, remembering how he had stumbled across the place they were going quite by accident.

It was only a ten minute drive, which was the beauty of it, because Kurt had more than just a one day plan for this place. Blaine still looked lost when Kurt pulled up by a large grove of trees but obediently hopped out of the car, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes. Kurt shook his head and pushed them back up. "I want to see your eyes when we get there," he said, knowing his ambiguity was working. With that, he took Blaine's hand again and led him past the trees, turning his head just in time to catch the widening of Blaine's eyes when he saw it.

When Kurt had seen the screenshot of the place on Google Maps, he was convinced someone had put the wrong photo there. After all, how could a piece of paradise have ended up in Westerville and not been known about before now. Yet, there it was - a small body of water, a grassy bank, trees and absolutely nothing else. Exactly what Blaine needed right now and, judging by the look on his face, exactly what he wanted. "How…?"

"I'm amazing. But you already knew that." Kurt dropped his bag and collapsed on the grass, tucking his arms behind his head and smiling up at Blaine. "You know you want to."

It took less than a second for Blaine to follow suit, sighing happily as he put his sunglasses on. "I should feel guilty for skipping class… why don't I?"

"Because somewhere deep down you know you need this. Everybody needs a day off, Blaine." Kurt turned his head slightly as he rummaged in his bag for his own sunglasses. "You've been walking around like a zombie the past few days and we hate seeing it."

"We?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "The rest of the Warblers. They're the ones who put me up to this and I'm glad they did. You took care of me when I needed it, now it's my turn to take care of you." And with that, he pulled on his sunglasses and turned to look up at the sky, closing his eyes. He could sense Blaine watching him for a few moments before following suit and his earlier suspicions were all but confirmed. There's something there, I just know it.

It only took Blaine about ten minutes to fall asleep and Kurt knew he would follow suit if he wasn't careful. And while he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in the sun next to a gorgeous guy he was crushing on, Kurt had other plans. So he stood quietly and made his way back to the car, pulling out the picnic basket he had packed earlier and the blanket. He took his time setting up, not wanting to Blaine wake up in the process. But just as he had finished, the one factor that Kurt had forgotten about decided to come in to play - Blaine's phone began to ring.

As Blaine began to stir, Kurt was already fumbling in his bag, pulling out the phone. "Who's't?" Blaine mumbled, raising his sunglasses to rub at his eyes.

Kurt checked the caller ID, not recognizing the number. As long as it wasn't one of the Warbler boys, he really didn't care who it was. "Nobody of importance," Kurt said breezily, hitting Ignore. "And this is going off now."

"What? No, you can't do that. What if someone needs me?"

Blaine grabbed for the phone but Kurt switched it off and tossed it in his own bag. "That's what voicemail was invented for. The world will continue to turn if you don't answer your phone for a few hours, Blaine. This is your time, and if you need anything to convince you of that, then turn around." Kurt could see the argument on the tip of Blaine's tongue but it died as he turned to see the picnic laid out behind them. "You're welcome," he said, gesturing for Blaine to follow him.

"Kurt… why did you do all this?"

Kurt shook his head. "Eat first. We'll talk after."

Together they made quick work of the food. Blaine had been skipping quite a few lunches and dinners due to his busy schedule so Kurt was glad to see him eat a proper meal for once. Once they were finished, Kurt refused to let Blaine help, instead forcing him to go and sit back down by the water. He quickly packed everything back into his car then joined his friend, staring out across the water. There was a moment of silence, then Blaine finally spoke. "Why?"

Kurt hesitated for a second, wondering how much he could say without giving things away before making what would turn out to be the best decision of his life. "Because I care about you, Blaine, a lot. I don't like seeing you like this, tired and stressed and thinking that you have to do everything yourself, because you don't. You can let other people in to help you out, to be there for you, to make sure you aren't taking on too many things." He reached out to take Blaine's hand without a second thought; it felt too natural to not do it. "Let us in, let me in. I want to help you."

And Blaine would have to be blind and deaf to have missed it, Kurt knew. But he was done pretending he didn't have feelings - there was nothing wrong with him liking Blaine, it wasn't something he should be ashamed of or have to hide. And even if Blaine didn't feel the same, at least he would know he was cared about a lot.

Blaine hadn't moved since Kurt's declaration, still staring at him like he had just said the world was actually flat or something. "Blaine?"

"You care about me more than just a friend would."

It wasn't a question, but Kurt nodded anyway, slightly nervous. And then Blaine was closing the gap between them, kissing Kurt like he needed him. After a second of surprise came an overwhelming torrent of happiness and Kurt was kissing him back, his hands somehow already around Blaine's neck to pull him closer.

And, of course, Kurt's phone just chose to ring right at that very second.

"Oh, you are kidding me," Kurt moaned, pulling away from Blaine and moving over to his bag. But Blaine had somehow gotten there first, pulling the phone out and swiftly rejecting the call. "Did you even check the ID?"

"It was just Mercedes. She can leave a message."

As Blaine tossed the phone back in the bag, Kurt had to concede. "That's fair enough. Today is about you, after all."

"No," Blaine murmured, pulling Kurt back into his arms. "Today is about us."

And once again, Kurt couldn't bring himself to argue.

The Pocket God app is what I'm addicted to right now. If anybody else plays, I'm up to battling the Toilet God (charming, right?) and it's beating me rather thoroughly right now.

I also spent a lot of time looking at my own wall calendar when I was writing this. It's amazing - it was pretty much empty a week ago and now that I've got a job, it's filling up fast. Nothing on Blaine's of course! (that was more like my school diary last year!)