Author's Note: …Yeah, I'm really sorry. I never intend to take this long to update again…I had writer's block, and then life got in the way. So, sorry.

I also feel like I need to apologise for how hyper I was last chapter, it happens sometimes, but I swear I wasn't drunk or on drugs or something. I'm just not that type of person.

Now, the ideas I asked for, thank you to: TheGleekyCauldron, Galacticexplorer12, ohsokookykatie, .Black, Rachel (anon), acciojubjubbird, alovestorytoldincupsofcoffee , Nurse Kate, 08trekker, and esinger for all their suggestions. Also thanks to everyone else that reviewed and read this so far.

I don't actually know what ideas I did use, 'cause I got confused, but to those of you that requested a make out, maybe if you review again you'll get it next chapter ;)

This was originally going to be longer but I couldn't make you lot wait anymore. Thanks for sticking with me; you have every right to be annoyed. Just remember, it's writer's block that you should be angry with, not me :) I hope you enjoy the story anyway.

Chapter 25- Strange

"Because that's going to help." Puck rolled his eyes at Finn's latest idea; it involved some paperclips, a large stone and a duck. It was better simply not to ask.

"It could do. You don't know." Finn defended weakly.

"That's a stupid idea." Brittany muttered, and if Brittany thought it was stupid, something had to be wrong.

"Well what do you think, then? If you're so clever." Finn huffed, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like a moody little kid, it was actually quite adorable but everyone decided just to ignore his expression.

"I think that Kurt and Blaine would have incredibly steamy sex, and I'd wanna watch it." Santana stated matter-of-factly. Of course, Finn hadn't been asking for those types of thoughts, and he scowled at the thought of his brother doing that.

"Oooh, me too. Can I watch too?" Brittany asked excitedly.

"Will you stop with that already?" Kurt sighed. "This is supposed to be about the handcuffs."

"Let me have a look at them." Puck offered. Kurt and Blaine held out their wrists and Puck inspected the chain and cuffs.

"Yeah, I was right. You know, these are actually really good quality handcuffs. It doesn't matter how much a person's gonna struggle, they'd never manage to twist free." Suddenly Puck stared off into the distance and a glazed look crossed his eyes. "Yeah, I gotta get myself some handcuffs."

"Gee, thanks Noah, you made me feel so much better." Kurt rolled his eyes. Would anyone have an idea to get the handcuffs off?

"I don't see what the problem is anyway. Let's face it, you're both hot, why don't you just start making the most of that and have some fun under the sheets?" Santana winked suggestively.

Kurt sighed. There wasn't even any point in saying something in reply, no one was listening anyway. Why were all of his friends mentally insane or irritating?

"Please stop." Finn begged. "I really don't want to be thinking about my brother doing that."

"I do." All the guys turned to glare at Rachel.

"Rachel, with respect; go get a life." Puck told her calmly. "Now people, focus please. My boy here is after our help, and we're not helping."

"But the handcuffs-" Brittany protested.

"Are not needed any more." Puck cut her off. "They're joined at the hip anyway. So if none of you are going to help then leave, alright? Kurt doesn't need any more trouble in his life. Are we clear?"

Puck was awesome. He actually called Kurt by his first name for once and he really understood. It was apparent that he'd grown up a lot since the time he was a jerk that threw Kurt in dumpsters.

"Urgh, fine." Santana groaned. "You're no fun anymore." She stood up and sauntered around to the back of Kurt and Blaine's chair. She then proceeded to grab their handcuff chain and pull up on it with such a force that Klaine were almost lifted out of their seats.

"What are you doing?"

"Look Porcelain, do you want to get out of this thing or not?" She looked up from where she was inspecting the chain to glare at him.

"Of course I do, but-"

"Then shut up and let me get to work." Santana let go of the chain with one hand and reached into her hair to pull out a razor blade.

"Woah." Finn cried out in alarm. "What is with you girls and blades? Killing Kurt won't help… well, maybe a little if you kill Blaine but-"

"I swear to the God I don't believe in, Finn if you don't stop threatening my boyfriend I'll show your mom you internet history, tell her where you really were last week and make sure she finds out about the collection of magazines and tapes you have in the bottom of your wardrobe."

"How did you know about that?"

"That's not the only thing I know about. Hey Puck, have you seen Finn's video game with the pink cover and-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Don't tell him that!" But Puck's eyes lit up.

"You saw that too? I thought I was the only one with that blackmail material on him. Yeah with the sparkly-"

"SHUT UP!" Finn screamed in a pitch he didn't previously know he was capable off. Kurt and Puck sniggered. "It's not even mine, okay?"

"Is that why I have video evidence of you celebrating at getting the high score?" Kurt laughed.

"As much as I enjoy watching Finnocence squirm there's a genius at work here and you're distracting me." Santana pointed out matter-of-factly.

She moved closer to Kurt's cuff and started messing with the keyhole while Puck and Finn started talking about football, clearly bored by the attempt. Brittany was also talking to a confused Rachel by now so it worked out quite well.

"You know what, Hummel? I'm not surprised you decided to go to gay school; you managed to do quite well for yourself. Where's my straight copy?" Santana eyed up Blaine appreciatively.

"Do your inappropriate comments have an off switch, Satan?" Kurt said sweetly.

"See this is why it's no fun talking to you. Life is so much more fun when everything is dirty!" Santana rolled her eyes and then started messing with the cuff around Blaine's wrist.

"Of course it is." Kurt muttered sarcastically.

"You know, if I were you I'd watch what I was saying right now, just one little slip of my hand and your boyfriend has a slit wrist." Then she paused and looked at Blaine again, still with an intimidating smile on her face. "It'd be a bit of a waste though."

"You know I'm right here, don't you? I can hear everything you're saying." Blaine said slowly.

"Of course I do, if you weren't meant to hear it I wouldn't have said it out loud. Why, are you scared of the thought of me slitting your wrist?" She raised a challenging eyebrow.

"No," Blaine said honestly. "It'd just be a very confusing story to tell at my funeral. And I always figured that Wes would be the death of me."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Kurt laughed.

"Who's Wes?" Wow, how could you even begin to describe Wesley Montgomery?

"The head of the Warbler council. He can be like a male version of Rachel at times but usually he's just insane and aims to make life difficult for me. Including making it awkward for Kurt and me, he's the one that came up with the handcuff idea." It seemed as reasonable an explanation of Wes as any.

"Honestly, you lost me at the word Warbler. You got any straight ones that are hot?"

"Santana, I-"

"Crap, there are more of them." Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Rachel, Finn and Puck all turned over to the direction of Jeff, who had been speaking. Brittany turned the wrong way at first and looked expectantly at a piano waiting for it to talk until she remembered that they couldn't do that and quickly corrected herself and looked over to the boy too.

Jeff was still standing in the doorway looking a little like a deer caught in headlights. He was in Dalton uniform with one earphone still in place and the other slung around the back of his neck.

"Um…hi?" Jeff continued when no one said anything to him.

"Hello!" Rachel said brightly. She missed having sane people to talk to.

"You're not gonna use the knife this time, right?" The blonde asked cautiously. Rachel shook her head.

"Hello." Santana purred. Jeff just looked uncomfortable.

"…So I was just coming to get a textbook I might have left in here. Has anyone seen one somewhere?" More blank stares were his only answer. "Oh, right, so… I should probably go…"

"Good idea babe, where are we going?" Santana flirted shamelessly. For a reason that she didn't understand she thought that preps were incredibly attractive. Either that or it just so happened that these preps were incredibly attractive.

"Santana, you do realise that Jeff is-?" Rachel started to talk, despite knowing that there was a great probability that no one was even going to listen to her.

"Hot?" Santana offered, throwing a wink in his direction.

"Um, thanks but I'm-"

"Hey Jeff, I just found your textbook! What are you-? Oh, hi guys." Nick walked down the corridor and suddenly appeared in the doorway next to his best friend.

"As I was saying-" Santana continued, unfazed.

"Oh, were you flirting with my boyfriend?" Nick asked suddenly. He didn't sound defensive or angry; in fact he seemed more amused. He couldn't exactly blame her for flirting with Jeff.

"Why are all the hot ones gay?" Santana sighed. "I knew this was a gay school."

"It isn't, you just so happened to meet the four Warblers that definitely are." Blaine clarified.

"So what are you guys doing?" Nick asked questioningly. Everyone replied at once.

"Learning way too much about my brother's sex life."

"Imagining Kurt and Blaine having sex."

"Sticking up for my boy."

"Being creeped out by my boyfriend's friends."

"Finding out just how badly I need new friends."

"Spending time with my dolphin."

"I can be doing anything you want me to be doing, Hun. I've never done it with a gay guy."

Of course of all the comments it was the last part of Santana's that could be heard when everyone else had finished talking.

"No thanks." Nick and Jeff said quickly in unison.

"I made out with Kurt." Brittany inputted. Kurt blushed furiously while Nick and Jeff both raised an eyebrow and looked over to him. Blaine shot him a quick look that said 'Tell me later.'

There was a short silence as no one actually knew what to say until they were interrupted by very loud yelling from down the corridor.

"For the last time, dude, I didn't do that!"

"Well how else are you going to explain it then, David? I imagined the whole thing?" Oh, they'd almost forgotten that David has been left stuck between an unconscious Thad and Cameron. What were they arguing about then?

"No I- you rolled onto my hand!"…Oh.

"Really, David, really?"

"Thad, David wasn't touching you up."

"Thank you Cameron. See, Thad, at least he-"

"Yeah, I mean, why would David touch you up when I was right there?" Cameron continued.

"…Wait, what? I'm not gay."

"So you think you're hotter than me now? Did you hit your head?"

"I think it's you that's deluded, Thad. I don't think that I'm hotter than you, I know that I am. And that's saying something, because I don't know much." Cameron had reached the doorway by now and Nick and Jeff had moved further into the room so that the three boys could enter.

"Do you even know what deluded means?" Thad scoffed. "Hey, Kurt, Blaine, who's hotter here? Me or him?" Although he had noticed Klaine Thad had somehow failed to notice the room's other occupants.

"I refuse to answer." Blaine said automatically. "You used to ask me this kind of thing all the time, frankly it's creepy. And you'd use it against me if I ever said that one of you was hot."

"Then Kurt?" Thad turned over to him.

"What you think just because I'm gay I'm gonna answer that?" Kurt asked. "Besides, my boyfriend is sitting right next to me."

"Since when?" Thad did a double take.

"Oh, right, you were unconscious when the others found out. Yeah, we're boyfriends now." Blaine replied.

"Oh, okay." Thad just shrugged it off. "Good for you, I guess."

"You're definitely hotter." Santana stated. Thad whipped his head round and suddenly saw how many people were in the room. From his point of view there were three unknown girls, two unknown guys, two gay couples and the two Warblers he had entered the room with. That was 12 people including him.

"…Thanks." Cameron looked disappointed.

"I think you seem really cute." Brittany said pointedly, tilting her head to the side and giving him the widest smile she could possibly do.

"You're pretty cute too." Cameron admitted thoughtfully with a faint blush colouring his cheeks.

"Do you wanna hang out? I need advice on how to get my cat to stop smoking."

"You have a cat? Wow I always wanted to get a cat. Yeah, I'll show you around some of the school."

"I'm sure Lord Tubbington would love to meet you. We should be friends." Brittany said excitedly.

"Yay!" Yes, Cameron, a fully grown teenage guy actually just 'yay'ed. The two walked out of the room holding hands –they were both very friendly people- and so blossomed a beautiful friendship.

The remaining ten people stood around a little awkwardly until Puck launched himself out of his seat, clapped his hands together shortly and called out.

"So, handcuffs? What are we gonna do now?"

Quick but important question: Would you rather me make a situation as awkward and hilarious (but mentally scarring for the characters) as possible or just leave it as a relatively awkward one? I'm pretty sure I know the answer but this way you've been warned.