So tempted to write a Wholock!Klaine fic once I've finished this, with Kurt as The Doctor and Blaine as Sherlock... ahah:D

Can we make Klainelock a real thing though? PLEASE.

Why me?" Kurt's teeth were still showing, as he grinned in Blaine's direction. "You're so flippant and apathetic around everyone else- what's the difference with me?"

"You're different. Everyone else who has met me needed something from me. My dad needed me to reassure his religion. My brother needs me to reassure himself that he's the normal one. The boys from Dalton needed my intelligence..." Blaine clenched his teeth, breathing out slowly. "You're nothing like them. Everyone treats me like I'm some sort of alien- either they make me into a pariah, or a freak, or they glorify me like some sort of hero. You... You treat me like I'm human- because that's all I am. Human. Well... I'm a pretty extraordinary human if I say so myself... But so are you."

"I'm not extraordinary."

"Well you are to me."

"It's your birthday tomorrow." Kurt stated all of a sudden.

"Don't remind me." Blaine laughed gently.

"Oh come on and stop being bitter! We've got people coming over, just for a bit of dinner. It's not as if we're going to dangle you out the window screaming 'It's Blaine's birthday!' loud enough for the whole of Ohio to hear."

"So who's all coming?"

"Cooper, Nick, Jeff, possibly Sebastian and Mercedes might come depending on how Sam is. Oh and Puck and Rachel said they might pop in for a bit if they can."

"Any news on how he's been?"

"He's just not been... himself since his dad's death. I get that he's Mercedes' husband, but I don't see how she manages to cope. He's like... a little kid, from what she's said on the phone. Anyway, you better head to bed and sleep off whatever Santana drugged you with."

"But I'm not tired."

"Then take one of my DVDs and go and watch it in your room. I still need to wrap your presents for tomorrow."

"Alright." Blaine glanced at the DVD cabinet, before reaching lazily for the closest box to him. "I'll just take this."

"Doctor Who? Really? Surely a whole show based around the impossible act of time travel would bother you?"

"Actually, I don't mind it. Caught five minutes of this show once. The guy wears a bowtie, and thinks bowties are cool... Therefore, he's pretty damn cool."

...

"Happy Birthday to you!" Jeff and Nick were stood at Kurt and Blaine's door, clutching messily wrapped presents in their arms as they sung, before Jeff began to speak. "Sebastian and some of the other Dalton guys are coming in a bit. Oh, and Cooper will be late. His fiance found out about the one night stand in Michigan, so he's... occupied."

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted from the door. "Niff are here!"

"Heard from Kurt you were drugged up yesterday. You alright?" Nick smiled as the two of them stepped into the house.

"I'm... grand." he smiled over in Kurt's direction. "Kurt? Is Mercedes coming?"

"Yeah, and Sam's coming too. It's one of his good days!"

"Oh hello freak." Rachel and Puck appeared at the door just before Blaine was about to close it. "And freak's friends!"

"Happy birthday." Puck smiled, tapping Rachel on the shoulder and telling her to behave herself.

...

Blaine assumed that Sebastian wasn't coming when he realised that everyone else-even Cooper- had already arrived. An hour later than expected, the loud knock at the door had come as a surprise. There stood Sebastian at their door, looking slightly out of place wearing jeans and a shirt instead of his Dalton blazer. Behind him stood Trent and Thad, who-due to their insuperior height- looked like his minions.

...

"How's Sam?" Kurt whispered to Mercedes as he took a sip of wine.

"He's doing alright I guess." she breathed out slowly. "Better than usual."

"What's actually being happening?"

"We're not actually sure. His doctor has been saying it's some sort of psychotic breakdown or an anxiety problem... but sometimes Sam just looks at me, and it's as if he doesn't even know who I am."

...

"Blaine." Sebastian spoke in a hushed tone just after Blaine had opened most of his presents. "Could I speak to you for a second... In private?

"Of course." Blaine sat his drink down onto the coffee table, heading through to the hall. "So what is it you want?"

The little box in Sebastian's hand sat there, staring at him. It was perfectly wrapped, the bright red wrapping paper encasing what was inside it with an usual air of elegance. Blaine took a deep breath in as a strong scent of perfume filled his nostrils. He noticed the darker red mark on the paper, in the shape of a pair of lips. Santana.

"It's not from me." Sebastian smirked. "But I think you've already caught onto that."

"How did you get this?" Blaine held up the box in his right hand.

"Santana's a 'friend' of mine. She asked me to give this to you."

Blaine slowly unwrapped the paper, seperating the lid from the box to reveal the camera phone in a bed of shiny red silk.

"Is everything okay?" Cooper peered his head in, a lit cigarette perched in the hand he was holding the door with.

"Coop." Blaine fixated his eyes on the phone. "Could you please put that bloomin' cigarette out?"

"My lungs are my lungs Blaine. I'll infect them if I want to infect them."

"I'm more worried about my lungs thanks."

"Whose phone is that?"

Blaine stayed silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on the shiny touch screen.

"Santana Lopez will be found tonight." he stated. "Dead."