AN- Terribly sorry I didn't update yesterday guys. Life got SUPA hectic for the moment. But never fear, I've returned! This chapter started out so bad. Like, really bad. Like, I had to go back and rewrite it, that bad. But, I like how it turned out and I hope you do too!

My deepest apologies for not including BICO in my Christmas chapter. It is one of my favorite duets and I think the entire scene is just so adorable but I had no room for it in my story. Also, it's cuter to watch than to describe, you know?

P.S. We are three reviews away from 300. I love you all in the least creepiest way possible.

Kurt and Blaine watch the football game, the last one before the playoffs.

"Do you miss it?" Kurt asks as the boys huddle together on the field.

Blaine shrugs. "Not really. It was fun, but I like glee more."

"I still feel bad you quit because of me."

"Hey," Blaine looks at him. "I will not play on the same team as that Neanderthal. It's not your fault. It's his."

Kurt smiles softly at him. They hear groans and look up quickly to see the other team has scored.

"What happened?"

"I think we lost," Blaine groans. "Good thing we didn't need this game to get to the play offs."

Kurt doesn't hate life at Dalton.

Really, he doesn't. He's just still not used to the way things go here. Like, his homework? Way harder than it was at McKinley. And the Warblers run things so much different than New Directions.

He's in a Warblers meeting now. Wes, David and Thad sit at the table up front, going over suitable song selections for their next school performance.

Kurt raises his hand.

"Yes, Warbler Kurt?" Wes asks.

Kurt stands. "I would like to propose for our next number, we wear costumes. It's a bit boring and restraining wearing these uniforms every time we perform. We need some…pizazz!"

He's greeted with blank stares. He sits back down. Wes clears his throat.

"Alright, so we will be doing a Pink medley."

Kurt feels his phone go off in his pocket and decides to forgo practice to see who's calling. He excuses himself and slips out into the hall, taking out his phone. It's not a call, but a text, from Blaine.

So the football team is joining glee now? No thanks. Got any room at Dalton for one more? –B

Though he knows he's kidding, Kurt's heart leaps at the idea of someone here knowing him, getting his ideas and understanding his jokes. And, of course, the mental image of Blaine in the uniform totally helps.

Sorry, Anderson, you wouldn't last a day here –K

Oh, really? Why so? –B

Because, only a few people are fabulous enough to pull off the uniform look. Sadly, that is not you –K

"Kurt?"

He glances up and finds himself face-to-face with Eric. He slips the phone in his pocket and smiles.

"Hey."

"Everything alright? You ran out kind of fast."

"My phone went off, wanted to make sure it wasn't an emergency."

"And was it?"

"No," Kurt admits sheepishly. "Unless you count the drama at my old school as one."

Eric grins. "No, I don't. Why did you really leave, Kurt?"

Kurt sighs. "It's so hard, you know? I'm not used to the rules and regulations. This place isn't me. They don't even accept my ideas! I should probably just stop suggesting anything. And don't even get me started on the schoolwork load."

Eric stares. "Oh. I thought it was me."

Kurt blinks. "What?"

"When I asked you out? Before the holidays. I thought I was making things awkward..."

"Oh, no. Not at all."

"The offer still stands you know. I'd love to take you out, Kurt."

"Eric," Kurt sighs. "You're a really nice guy. I mean, you're the only person here I consider a friend."

"But?"

"But…I'm not ready for anything. I'm still running from my old problems. And-"

"There's someone else, isn't there? That curly headed kid. Figures."

Kurt hides a smile. "I'm sorry, Eric."

"I got it. But, the second you get over that mop of hair, give me a call."

Kurt doesn't hide his smile this time.

"Back to your problems: you're getting too negative of a read at this place. Tell you what, let's have a study session. You, me, a few of the Warblers. You need to get to know Wes beyond the table, he is such a hardass when that gavel is in his hand."

Kurt chuckles.

"It'll be fun."

"Homework will be fun?" Kurt asks dryly.

Eric grins at him. "Fun with us. Duh."

Turns out? Kurt actually does have fun.

Wes is a lot more chill when he's not leading a meeting and David is pretty hysterical, cracking jokes about their teachers and even Wes' relationship with his gavel (that Wes swears he doesn't have)something Kurt would never have known considering how quiet he is during the meetings. They sit in one of the common rooms, books spread out all over the place, blazers thrown over couches and ties unloosened. It's a little more freeing, Kurt thinks.

"So, why did you transfer here, Kurt?" Wes asks.

Kurt freezes. "I was having some…problems. At my old school."

"What kind of problems?" David asks.

Kurt shakes his head. "Just, nothing, don't even worry about it. Did any of you have Mr. Macalpine for History last semester? I have no idea what to do with this essay."

"Yeah," Eric scoots closer, leaning over Kurt to look in his book. Kurt flushes as Eric reaches his arm out and points to a paragraph, his proximity something Kurt is still not used to. "Just use information from that with the second prompt. That whole section, actually."

"Thanks," Kurt squeaks.

He glances at Eric and notices Eric is still staring at him. He feels his face turn an even deeper shade of red and jumps nearly a foot when his phone goes off.

Eric, thankfully, sits back as Kurt pulls out the device and looks at it.

This week is sucking major ass . Meet up for coffee later? Pwease –B

Kurt can't hide a smile at Blaine's pouting.

Fine. You can tell me all about your sucky day. I'll even treat. –K

Yays! You're the best :-D –B

"That your boyfriend?"

Kurt looks up. "What?"

"Oh," David suddenly looks panicked. "I mean, or girlfriend. I'm so sorry, I just assumed, I mean you like Lady Gaga and your voice and oh my God, I am so sorry."

"David. Don't worry, I am gay. I was just surprised because I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh really?" Wes asks, and he glances at Eric. "That's interesting."

"Shut up," Eric mutters as Kurt flushes. "You're just jealous because the closest thing you've had to love is your gavel."

"Shut up, Eric!"

Kurt laughs and ducks as Wes throws a pillow towards Eric and laughs even louder when Eric throws it back.

The Warblers could be crazy. Who knew?

"This sounds like such a disaster," Kurt says.

Blaine nods over his cup of coffee. "Quinn, Santana and Brittany quit so they could stay with the Cheerios. Finn and Sam are starting fights in the hallway. And, I have to spend every minute reminding myself not to hit Karofsky."

Kurt chuckles. "Are the football players really bad?"

"Surprisingly, no. I think they might even be having fun. They just performed 'She's Not There' by the Zombies and they did an awesome job."

"Well, of course," Kurt snips. "You guys are singing Thriller at halftime. That's tons of fun."

"Kurt, your jealousy is showing," Blaine teases.

"I have every right to be. You can bet I'll be in the audience, cheering you on. My dad and Carole are coming with, for sure."

"Yeah? Cool, I'll sit with you guys while I wait for halftime. I told Michael about it, but he was playing video games at the time, so who knows how much information he retained."

Kurt laughs. "What about Jeremiah?"

Blaine sighs. "I invited him. He has to work."

Kurt cocks his head to the side. "Everything okay there?"

Blaine shrugs. "I'm not sure. I never see him anymore, and when I do see him, we usually end up making snippy comments at each other over…things."

"What kind of things?"

"Nothing."

Kurt's eyes narrow. "It's not me, is it? You never tell me what your fights are about and that leads me to assume they're about me."

Blaine sighs. "Jer isn't comfortable with our friendship because of how I had a crush on you last year."

"That's stupid," Kurt doesn't meet his eyes. "He's gotta know you're totally into him."

"Forget it. Like I said before, stupid things," Blaine shakes his head and puts on a smile. "So, how's school?"

Kurt lets him change the subject. "It's school. The work load is harder but everyone is really nice."

"And how's Erin?" Blaine asks nonchalantly.

"You mean Eric? He's fine. We have a couple of classes together and he's gotten me more involved with some of the Warblers. We had a study session; him, me and a couple of the council members, Wes and David. They're funny. I like them."

"Cool. I'm glad you're making other friends."

"Yeah. I told them about the game. I invited them to come by."

"Are they?"

"Wes and David can't."

"And Eric?" Blaine asks even though he really doesn't want to.

"He said he'd try but most likely couldn't." Kurt shrugs.

Blaine sits back and sips his coffee to hide his relieved smile. He didn't want some preppy school boy coming to his football game. Passing his judgment on everything and trying to impress Kurt. His best friend deserved someone who wasn't a snob.

(so what if he doesn't really know Eric? He's probably a total snob.)

The door to the coffee shop opens and Kurt looks up out of habit, blinking as he recognizes the patrons walking inside.

"Rachel? Mercedes?"

Hearing their names, the girls look over. They both smile and wave, scooting around tables and people to make it to the boys.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Mercedes asks.

"Just having coffee and catching up," Blaine says. "Care to join us?"

"Sure. We need to inform you of the latest drama at McKinley," Rachel says eagerly, sinking down into the seat next to Blaine.

"The football team quit," Mercedes explains. "They got slushied by the hockey jerks. Now the team is screwed, and they can't play."

"How many are left on the team?" Kurt asks.

"Well, just the glee guys," Rachel says. "And one of them is in a wheelchair. They're going to have to forfeit."

"Actually," Blaine speaks up. "There's what, five guys? You only need four more guys. High school regulations actually let you play a couple guys short if you want to. I can always join back up."

"Oh!" Rachel exclaims. "And so can the girls. I mean, they don't really need us to play, right? They just need us on the field. So, when the ball goes, we can just lay down while you guys do all the work!"

Blaine smiles. "I think we just saved the day."

Kurt takes a sip of coffee. "Oh yeah. I am not missing this game."

Kurt goes to the game with Burt and Carole. They sit amongst the other football fans, and Kurt takes a deep breath, looking around.

"You okay, honey?" Carole asks.

"Yeah. Just, taking it all in. Feels weird to be back here."

She squeezes his shoulder.

"Kurt!"

The boy in question looks up and smiles as he notices a familiar mop of hair walking his way.

"Michael? What are you doing here?"

The youngest Anderson sits down next to him and grins. "Blaine mentioned something about a halftime show, and then playing. Dad and I decided to come down and show our support."

Kurt looks past Michael and sees William sit down next to him. "Hello, Kurt."

"Hi, Mr. Anderson," Kurt turns to his parents. "This is my dad, Burt and my stepmom, Carole. Guys, this is Blaine's dad and his little brother."

Michael smiles charmingly and Burt and William shake hands. Carole beams at everyone but glances at Kurt like 'i-know-you-talked-bad-about-his-family-is-his-dad-okay?' Kurt nods back, like 'yeah-his-dad-is-cool-you-can-be-nice'

"So, where's Blaine?" Michael asks, glancing at the field.

"In the locker room getting ready," Kurt sighs. "They get to do Thriller. I'm jealous."

"That should be fun. Where are the cheerleaders?"

"On their way to Regionals."

Michael turns to Kurt, a look of horror on his face. "No-no cheerleaders?"

Kurt pats his shoulder sympathetically.

The game starts and Kurt cheers extra hard as the girls and Blaine cross the field. True to their word, the girls are on the ground the second the ball goes in motion. Except Lauren. And Kurt cheers loudly as Blaine runs down the field once more.

"Why did he quit, again?" Michael asks.

"One of the guys on the team was harassing me," Kurt explains quietly. "He didn't get expelled, and Blaine quit in protest. So, it's my fault."

"Oh, wow, yeah that makes a lot of sense. Of course he'd quit for you. Goddamn, Rachel looks hot in her uniform."

"What do you mean, 'of course he'd quit for me'?"

"Just that you're his best friend. If Blaine ever stopped playing football, it was definitely for a good reason. You're a really good reason, Kurt."

This makes Kurt flush slightly. He's distracted when Tina is taken down and doesn't get back up. The crowed falls into silence and Kurt grabs Michael's arm out of worry.

Thankfully, she gets back up. Kurt releases a sigh of relief.

The halftime show is nothing short of spectacular.

Everyone looks extremely creepy in their Zombie make-up, and their choreography is amazing. Somehow, they managed to convince Quinn, Santana and Brittany to ditch the Cheerios and come back and then Kurt spies the entire football team and, wow.

He didn't think coming together would look this cool.

Blaine, of course, kicks ass at the dancing and singing, but Kurt is probably really biased. He doesn't feel as awesome, though, when Karofsky suddenly dances onto the field.

He takes a couple deep breaths and tells himself this is for the team, for glee and this is good. But a small part of him feels really betrayed that his old friends would dance so willingly with the boy who made his life miserable.

He shakes the feelings away as the show continues. He'll just enjoy the dance; he won't worry about anything else.

The football players are back on the team after halftime. They're still in their Zombie makeup. They manage a few plays and do some nice trickery (chanting 'brains' to freak out the other team) and they manage to win.

Everyone cheers. Kurt screams himself hoarse and Michael jumps up and down like a mad man next to him. Burt and William are clapping loudly, both shouting things like 'That's my boy!' or 'That's my son!' and it doesn't bother Kurt like it used to because Finn is family now.

After the game, Kurt waits with his dad, Carole, Michael and William for the team to come out of the locker room. Blaine does first, running towards them with the biggest smile on his face. He stops short when he sees his dad and brother.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

William smiles. "I came to support your last game. You did a great job, son."

Michael ruffles Blaine's hair. "Yeah, good job, big bro. Nice make-up too."

"Shut up," Blaine shoves him. Then he hugs his dad. "Thanks for showing up."

William pats his back soundly. "No sweat."

Blaine pulls away and smiles at the Hummels.

"Hi, Burt. Mrs. Hummel."

"Hey, if he can be Burt, I get to be Carole," she teases.

Blaine chuckles. "Thanks to both of you for showing up."

"You played a good game kid," Burt tells him. "You have a real talent here."

Blaine shrugs. "My talent is music more than anything. This is just a hobby."

He glances at Kurt, who's stepped back to let his parents talk, and walks over to him. He doesn't notice Michael pulling Carole into a conversation, or his father and Kurt's dad talking about stats. He does notice when Kurt throws his arms around him.

"You were amazing. Both the game and the show. I'm so proud of you."

Blaine hugs back. "You could have done it better."

"Of course," Kurt teases.

"Hey," Blaine and Kurt pull apart in surprise. Jeremiah is staring at them, eyes narrowed. "What's going on here?"

"We're hugging," Blaine explains, confused.

Jeremiah scoffs and shakes his head. "Whatever, Blaine."

He turns and shoves his way through the crowd.

"What did I do?"

He looks at Kurt for confirmation but Kurt only shrugs.

"Maybe you should go after him."

Blaine nods. "Can you let me dad know where I went? In case he asks."

"Yeah. Sure thing."

Kurt watches Blaine chase after his boyfriend, completely and totally over his happiness from the football win.

"Jeremiah! Jer, stop!"

The blonde haired boy finally does, only because he made it to his car. He turns to Blaine, though, and regards him with a cold expression.

"Why are you so upset?" Blaine asks.

"Maybe because I came here to support my boyfriend and he can't even come find me after the game? Instead, he runs right into the arms of his 'best friend'."

"Goddamnit, Jer!" Blaine snaps. "How many times do I have to tell you: Yes, Kurt and I are just friends. I like you, I'm dating you. I want to be with you."

"Yeah, only because he rejected you!"

"No, because I actually like you. Silly me," Blaine sighs. "It seems all we do is fight lately."

Jeremiah looks away. "Yeah, well-"

"Don't say it's my fault. Or Kurt's fault. For the last time, Jer, I promise. There is nothing going on with me and Kurt. I didn't even know you were coming, otherwise you'd have been the first person I'd have hugged."

"But I wasn't," Jeremiah smarts bitterly. "And as long as Kurt's around, I won't be. I'm sick of being your second choice, Blaine."

"What are you saying?"

"It's over. We're done."

Blaine feels like he's been kicked in the stomach. He's not seeing Jeremiah now; he's seeing the GAP boy who first walked up to him and flirted. He's seeing their first date, coffee from Starbucks and their first kiss in Jeremiah's apartment after dinner. He's seeing the boy he is completely infatuated with, not this mean one who's tearing everything apart.

"Goodbye, Blaine."

And Blaine just watches as his now ex-boyfriend slips into his car and drives away, the high from winning football and the performance crashing down around him.

AN- Le gasp! Is it really over between Blaine and Jeremiah! But; what about WIGYA! Gap Attack! THE SOCKS? Stay tuned :-D