A/N Thanks for all the follows, favourites and reviews. I know a lot of you want the boys to be back together and happy. Don't worry, it will happen soon enough.

I don't own Glee.

Chapter Nine

Sam was ready. He had the plan all laid out in his head. It was going to be epic. Sue would not knew what hit her. He had text Brittany to meet up with him and he was waiting in their favourite hang out spot. The astronomy room.

"Hey Sam, what's up?" Brittany swept into the room, kissing him deeply on the mouth. After a few minutes they had separated from the kiss, with Brittany sitting herself in his lap. "Is this to do with my favourite dolphin? He's been looking sad since he came back. Doesn't he want to be here?"

"Blaine's just helping us out. He had a fight with Kurt, that's why he's a little sad Britt." Sam explained simply, thinking it better not to talk about Blaine's very complicated situation right now. He wasn't sure Britt would understand it all. He guessed that she would think it lovely that Blaine loved Sam and that they should all be happy together. Of course, the real world didn't work that way and Blaine only loved him as a brother. But Britt just loved everyone, so she wouldn't get it. "Anyway we were wondering if you could possibly get some of the cheerios to come join glee."

"Sure. Then we can be a big, happy family like coach Sue wants us to be." Britt bounced up and down on his lap excitedly and Sam laughed back nervously. He really didn't want to be in a family with one Sue Sylvester.

"Great, that's great. Thanks Britt." He kissed her again, which resulted in a huge make out session that Blaine walked in on, interrupting them by coughing loudly. Brittany hopped off Sam's lap and ran to Blaine, enveloping him in a warm hug.

"Don't be sad Blaine. Please. I'll ask Kurt to be nicer to you from now on." She whispered into the golden eyed boy. Sam tried not to laugh as Blaine made a pained expression and patted her on the back uncomfortably, thanking the girl for her thoughtful words. "You're welcome. Well, see you later." She skipped out and Blaine, looking dazed shook his head from side to side.

"Sometimes I wonder about her..." Blaine stated aloud.

"Wonder about what?" Sam asked curious to know what Blaine was referring to.

"Whether it's all an act and she really is the genius Santana claims her to be." The shorter boy mused out loud. Sam, of course knew the truth. Brittany was a genius. Blaine was right.

"You better be quick about this because I don't intend to stand here all day Artie." Kitty told the boy, crossing her arms and sighing, looking bored.

"I will. Thank for this Kitty." He smiled up at her, flirting badly. She rolled her eyes, but Artie saw the smile play on her lips.

"Just don't get busted. I don't really want my ass on the line." She drawled and waited by the side of Sue's office, putting her foot on the wall. Artie wheeled himself into the office as stealthily as he could. Ryder was busy with Jake distracting the coach so that Artie could place his bug. He rolled up to the coaches desk and very carefully taped the bug under her desk before wheeling out hastily and nodding his head to Kitty so she knew she could split. Now all they needed to do was wait.

Brittany had been successful in her quest to gain more cheerios for the glee club. All those that had been in the Trouble Tones last year and hadn't graduated where all more then happy to join the club, which begged the question in Blaine's mind. Why hadn't they joined before? What was it that Brittany said to them to get them all to join? They now had five new members on their team and Jake, Artie and Ryder appeared to be very happy about these new chances in circumstance. All Blaine could do was bite his bottom lip as he watched them all flirt badly with the new girls and the old girls fumed, glaring at them all darkly. That even included Marley, which was the most surprising thing of all. He wouldn't want to be in Jakes shoes right now, that was all he had to say.

Lunchtime came and the glee club, along with a lot of others ate outside in the quad. Blaine had joined them, not really having much else to do and was liking catching up with his old friends like Tina. When they heard sounds of a plane they all looked up into the sky. Sam's jaw dropped at the same time as Blaine when they read what was on the planes tail.

"Blaine likes Sam on top."

"Ok, what did you guys do to piss Sue off?" Tina looked over to them.

"Apart from recruit five cheerios into glee, nothing yet..." Blaine sipped on his slushie, looking everywhere then at the girl. Tina raised her brows.

"Blaine, whatever you are going to do, make sure you don't get burned by Sue. She's not someone you can play games with." Tina warned him.

"I know Tey. I know."

"So you're saying that we have footage of Sue telling Becky her whole plan of bringing the glee club down." Sam asked Artie in awe and the other boy nodded vigorously.

"The question is, what do we do with the tape?" Artie turned to Blaine and all the boys looked to him expectantly.

"Umm... I guess take it to Figgins? Or we could try and blackmail Sue, but I'm not sure that that is a good idea." Blaine shrugged not really knowing what to do now that they had gotten proof. Mr Shue was still too busy fighting with Finn to help.

"Figgins it is I suppose." Artie confirmed, not able to think of a better way to go about it. They all got up, making their way to the principals office. Once inside Blaine and Sam sat down, the others surrounding them. It looked like they had been volunteered to speak for them all.

"So what is it that you all want? Mr Anderson although I like you why might I ask are you here?" Figgins looked at them expectantly.

"Well, we're here because Sue's been terrorising the glee club. She's trying to disband them for good and we have the proof that she's going to do this." Blaine explained holding up the tape with Sue's explaining her plan to Becky.

"That's all very well Mr Anderson but what do you want me to do about it?"

"Er, be the principal. Teachers can't just go around killing clubs like this just on their own whims. Can't you be proactive for once in your career." Blaine huffed. He had always been polite to Figgins in the past. He was the principal after all. Well he wasn't Blaine principal any longer and Blaine was sick of his inability to act or discipline his own staff.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that. Coach Sue has done nothing wrong." Figgins slowly told them all, looking at each of them in turn, his gaze lingering on Blaine the longest.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam threw his hands up in frustration at Figgins.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything." He shrugged at them and Blaine scoffed derisively before getting up and storming out, the other boys following him closely behind. Sam ran to catch his brother up and grabbed his shoulder to turn a very angry looking Blaine around on the spot.

"What are we gonna do now?" Sam asked breathless. For such a small guy Blaine sure could walk fast.

Throwing his hands up, his lips tapered into a thin line he could only think of one option left. It was something he didn't want to use unless absolutely necessary. It looked like he was going to have to use it now. "Leave it to me Sam. You guys all go to glee practice. I'll sort this out." With that Blaine twisted around and stalked of in the direction of Sue Sylvester's office.

"I wandered when you would get here young Burt Reynolds." Sue sat waiting expectantly in her office chair, her fingers threaded through one another waiting for Blaine to do whatever it was he was going to do. "You think I don't know that you all placed a bug in my room? Please, you will always be at least three steps behind me Blaine Devon Anderson. You know why? Because you aren't devious enough."

"Aren't I? If I were to say to you that I know something that could ruin someone's life that was dear to you, what would you say?" He smirked down at her, crossing his arms. He hoped she would bite because he had nothing else left other than this. They always say information is power, well hopefully that was true.

Taking off her reading glasses and throwing them onto the desk she looked up at the young man in her office intently, searching for something in his face. "I can't say that that comment doesn't intrigue me somewhat, but I'd severely doubt that you have anything of the sort."

"If you leave the glee club alone from now on I'll tell you what you want to know."

Smiling Sue stood up to walk closer to Blaine, perching herself on the edge of the desk. "Hmm, tempting. But you see little hobbit I don't quite believe you."

"It's about Becky. The information I have could save her from doing something really stupid, but if you're not interested..." He shrugged and made as though he were going to leave the office when he heard her hesitant voice call out.

"Becky?" Looking murderously at him she stared at him for a long time till she slumped her shoulders and relented. Blaine was glad because his tough guy act, yeah, hard to keep up when all of Sue's wrath is bearing down on you. "Fine, you have a deal. I'll leave that bunch of obese, talentless kids alone for your probably useless information."

"Shake on it." He stuck his hand out to the cheer leading coach who firmly gripping his hand and shook it unwaveringly. Nodding his head he smiled tentatively at her.

"Now what exactly do you have to tell me about our perky little Becky Jackson."

"Well..." Blaine began to tell her everything he knew. Hopefully this would mean that he could prevent an event that was about to take place very shortly.

Blaine was sitting in the choir room, watching everyone celebrate their victory over Sue. The girls apart from Brittany and Kitty had all quit the cheerios and the boys were ecstatic about the fact that they would never have to join. They all seem so young and carefree. When was the last time I felt that way? Blaine had not felt that way in a long time. In fact he didn't think he had truly felt so free since the first time he had been with Kurt. Probably in the beginning of Kurt's senior year. It had been years since then for Blaine. More mature emotionally than he was physically. As he sat there he felt old beyond his years. Is this what growing up feels like? Because if so then it sucks...

"Dude, you gonna celebrate too? We couldn't have done this without you. Blaine?" Sam jogged up and sat himself down beside Blaine. The dark haired boy looked across to his friend and gave him a wry smile.

"I don't really feel much like celebrating. Sorry Sam." He looked down at his hands, his heart still raw and aching. He missed Kurt like plants trapped inside a darkened room missed the sun. it felt wrong to be without him, foreign. He had loved Kurt for so long, twice as long as Kurt had him. Everything was out of balance, off kilter. He needed Kurt so much but the question was, did Kurt need him?

"Is it Kurt? I'm sorry I went off at him. You forgive me, right?" Sam bit his lip as he looked tentatively towards his friend and brother. They had both made this unwritten agreement that they would think of each other as real brothers from now on. After last night when Blaine had calmed down and Sam had been enraged enough to phone Kurt, Sam had gone to tell Blaine that he thought he had made things even worse. They had both had the most candid talk they had ever had between one another. Blaine had admitted to Sam that years ago he had fancied Sam and Sam admitted that he felt very protective of his 'bro'. They had there and then decided to call one another brothers, whatever anyone said or thought. 'Blam' was not going anywhere. It was a force that would weather all storms.

"Of course I do Sam. You were just being a good friend. And yes, it's Kurt. I know I shouldn't let this get me down so much, but I miss him like crazy. I want to go home." Blaine admitted. He didn't know when he started to think of New York as home but it definitely was now. Ohio would always be his home too, but New York was his new home and the one he wished to be a part of once again. He just didn't know if he was wanted there by everyone else. Everyone else being Kurt. "You go have fun Sam."

Looking at Blaine with obvious concern in his eyes he rose from his seat, squeezed his brothers shoulder and went back to the celebration. Neither Mr Shue or Finn were there since they were still feuding amongst themselves and Blaine found that he missed them being here in the choir room. I think I'll let that one play out on it's own...Blaine was tired. He didn't want to interfere any more than he already had. He felt as though he had already crossed a line that he didn't think he would be able to come back from in telling Sue about Becky. He wasn't going to interfere any more than he had to from now on. He felt he had already changed the events in his life enough. Well soon I won't have to worry about that because I won't know what is going to happen anyway. It filled him with a certain sense of dread that he would be completely in the dark about what was going to happen. As in the dark as everyone else. He had become so used to knowing the essential aspects of what was going to happen day to day that he was a little apprehensive at being completely clueless about what would happen in the future.

As he pondered his future his phone rang out and he snatched it from his right trouser pocket. Seeing that it was Santana calling he pressed to receive her.

"Blainey?" She called down the phone, sounding more then a little scared and miserable.

He knew something wasn't right but felt he needed to ask anyway to be polite. "Hey Tan. You alright?" He tried to make his voice sound as comforting as possible, he could hear the sniffles from her crying on the other end. It was really bad if the raven haired diva was crying. She hardly ever cried.

"Not really. When are you coming home?" Blaine cringed at that question. He wanted to go home so badly, but only if Kurt was calm and being rational would he even consider it a possibility.

"I don't know. Kurt won't listen to me at all. The balls in his court I guess." Blaine told her wearily. He was tired, fed up and wanted his life to be drama free. Well, at least mostly drama free. He was sick of drama.

"Well, they've chucked me out of the apartment." His eyebrows shot up at that. He hadn't been expecting that. Did they chuck her out last time? I don't remember Kurt telling me, but then he didn't tell me a lot of things...

"What! Why?"

"Because I went to see Brody at NYADA and sang 'Cold Hearted Snake' to him since I know what he is. You're right, he's a gigolo. Rachel and Kurt think that it was inappropriate of me to have done that. And after I went to the doctors with Rachel and everything. Oh, she's not pregnant by the way. Thank God. Could you have imagined what would have happened if she were? It's probably best not to." Blaine knew Santana was shuddering at that, because, well, he was too. The thought of Rachel junior was too much to bare. He furrowed his brow as he took in all that Santana had just told him. How could they throw her out onto the streets when she was trying to help her. What the hell was going on? Were he and Santana the only sane people left in New York? It seemed that way to him...

"So because you sang a song to Brody, who we have both repeatedly stated is shady, they kicked you out." Shaking his head, not quite believing it to be true he waited for Tan's inevitable response.

"Basically yes..."

Worry seeped into him as he wondered where his friend would sleep tonight. "So where are you staying?" He asked her with deep concern. He hoped she had enough money saved for a hotel tonight at the very least.

"In a crappy motel room right now." She sighed and hiccuped and he imagined her wiping away her tears with a tissue right now, smearing her mascara a little. He knew that they didn't really understand the girl the way he did, but she had been friends with them for years. How could they do this? Were they both so completely oblivious?

"Oh, Tan. I'm so sorry."

"Come home. I miss you." She pleaded with him, sounding thoroughly wretched. He barked a laugh at the thought of returning home right now. They would chuck him out as fast as you can say 'hello'. He was as unpopular with them as Santana appeared to be.

"Apparently it's not my home until I decide to choose Kurt over Sam." He informed her dryly, anger starting to take over. It was their home just as much as Kurt and Rachel, how come they were the ones holding all the cards? And, all the apartment...

"What? But you're not choosing anyone. Oh for... I'm gonna kick Kurt's scrawny ass back to Lima Heights Blaine. I swear." Blaine sighed loudly. He loved that Tan cared so much but hurting Kurt was not going to solve anything. Talking was the only answer and neither Rachel nor Kurt seemed to be listening at this present moment in time.

"Leave it Tan. Please. It's messy enough as it is."

The latina grumbled something in Spanish that Blaine did not pick up as she was saying to to softly and too fast for him to pick up. He knew quite a bit of Spanish and sometimes would talk to her in her native language but right now was not that time. He was too frustrated with what was going on. "Alright, but only because it's you." She stated sweetly, and very falsely too.

"Tan, I mean it, don't do anything. In the meantime I'll see what I can do for you, but I can't promise anything." He rubbed his face with his free hand. If he wasn't in the mood for the celebration before this call, he certainly wasn't now.

"Aww, thanks BB. Love ya."

"Love you too Tan." He told her affectionately as he pressed the call end button. Getting up he walked out into the corridor for a bit more privacy. Before he could think about things too much and chicken out he speed dialled Kurt's number.

"What do you want now?" The coldness of Kurt's tone cut deep into Blaine's heart and he took a breath, trying but failing to contain the anger that had been building up inside of him since this whole mess began.

"What the fuck have you done Kurt? Why have you chucked Santana out? She's trying to help you all. Are you really that blind to everything that's going on around you?" He hissed down the phone in a deep growl. He was done playing nice. Nice had not gotten him anywhere so far. Now it was time to fight back.

"Don't you dare get mad at me. I'm not the one cheating!" Blaine laughed out loud at that remark, his frustration reaching boiling point.

"Oh really? Because a little birdie told me that you're in love with Adam and that's why you're going off at me. Are you? Are you in love with Adam?" When silence loomed over the phone, Blaine only hearing the short breaths of Kurt on the other end of the line, his heart froze deep inside. "...Oh my God. You are... Shit..." Tears betrayed him as they started falling heavily down his cheeks. Wiping them away rapidly, so as not to let anyone see him he turned himself fully to the wall.

"No, I'm not. I swear." Kurt whined, sounding as though he were on the verge of sobbing himself.

"Then why were you so silent when I asked you straight out!" Blaine asked through gritted teeth. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer but felt he needed to.

"Because... because I'm really confused right now... I... I think I do have feelings for him but I don't want to. I love you, you have to believe me! I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you and that's all I've been doing! I'm so sorry!" Kurt's sobbing caused him to sob aloud in return. "I miss you so much Blaine. I miss you..."

"Do you?" Was all Blaine could choke out before he hung up the phone. He was stunned. He couldn't move a muscle as he laid his forehead against the wall and close his eyes so as not to cry any longer. Kurt had just broken his heart more than he ever thought that it could be broken, the pieces shattered, divided in a way the would take a great deal of time to be mended. Blaine didn't notice the hand on his shoulder until the familiar voice of Finn spoke beside him. He could have been standing there for hours, days even for all he knew. Time had seemed to cease to exist at the moment. All the remained was his shadow beside him.

"Hey man... What's wrong?" Finn asked gently, squeezing his shoulder before letting go. Blaine turned to face Kurt's brother, knowing his eyes would be rimmed red from the tears.

"Everything." Was all he could say. His voice sounded gravelly to him, as though unused for a long time.

"I have time if you want to talk about it. I know Kurt's my brother, but you're my friend too." The taller boy smiled down at Blaine and he made a watery smile in return to try and reassure him that he was better then he appeared. He cared for Finn very much but he wasn't the right person to talk about this with right now. He appreciate the offer however.

"Maybe you should help Santana. I need some time before I can talk about what just happened."

Finn's brows knotted together as he looked down at Blaine puzzled by his response. "Santana? What's going on?"

"You know that guy Rachel's been seeing? He's a gigolo. Santana has been trying to tell them but they've chucked her out of the apartment for doing so."

"What the hell?" Finn turned suddenly, stalking down the corridor purposefully, and all Blaine could do was watch his retreating form. He wished him luck internally. At least one of them should have some after all...

Finn sat on the edge of the bed looking madder than Santana had ever seen him. See had been tremendously grateful for Blaine to help her out with this. He may not have gotten her a spot back in the apartment yet, but he had come through for her in this respect. She only wished he would come home. "So you tried to tell Rachel that he was a gigolo but she refused to listen?" Finn asked of the latina and she half heartedly agreed with his statement.

"Well, I didn't really get that far, but definitely that he was a liar and that he's dodgy." She grimaced at him as his eyes grew darker.

"I'll kill him for using her like that!" When Finn shouted she reeled back a little. Boy was a mad Finn scary. She guessed it was cause of his sheer size. All she knew was that she did not want to be Brody right now.

"Calm down Godzilla. Look, let me do the talking first. You hide in the bathroom ok?" She patted his chest and pointed to where he should hide out of site.

"If you're sure..." He muttered traipsing to the bathroom and closing the door to wait with baited breath. Hopefully he wouldn't have long to wait...