"What were you thinking?" Wes hissed. "Blaine will be here in five minutes so you better get talking. And believe me, it better take the whole five minutes too. Eye surgery, David."

"That wasn't meant to happen to him!" David exclaimed. "I thought it was a slushie."

"So it was okay to slushie Kurt?" Wes asked, blinking at David as if he was stupid. "Come on. You know how happy he makes Blaine and you know how much he needs that. And if that had hit Kurt—if Kurt had needed surgery—Blaine would never talk to you again. You know how he is about Kurt. I still half expect him to turn and walk out when he sees you here."

"I didn't know there was—whatever in it. I didn't know that." David said. "They never told me that. Thad and I got there late after Sebastian had already started the meeting."

"You don't start a meeting without all Warblers in attendance unless it's been excused by all three councilmen!" Wes slammed his hand on the table. "I worked for four years to make that club what it was. You had a real chance of winning this year—even without Blaine! What did you three idiots do to my Warblers? How could you let this happen? Was it because I didn't let you use the gavel enough?"

"You're so obsessed with that damn gavel. And I'm sorry. I really didn't know that it was tampered with. Blaine is one of my best friends. I wouldn't do that. I didn't think Blaine would jump in front of it like that. And Sebastian said he was only aiming to ruin Kurt's jacke—."

"No excuse! You never should have let this happen. The Warblers offered a place of safety to both Kurt and Blaine. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler. You've let this gay faced—I don't care what he says; he's got a gay face just as much as Kurt does—but you've let this gay faced creep waltz in, harass two of your friends, run what I've built for into the ground, and you let Blaine end up in the hospital… And then you walked away."

"Firstly, I went with them to try to find out what in the hell he put in that slushie so they could tell the doctor." David snapped. "Secondly, when they wouldn't tell me, I went back. I stayed until they took him to the hospital. Thirdly, I resigned from the Warblers. Okay? I didn't know that was going to happen and I feel horrible about it. Don't make me feel worse, okay? Blaine already hates me; do you want to stop being my friend too?"

"Blaine doesn't hate you."

David turned in his seat to see Blaine, hands in his pockets and looking down. "Blaine—I am so—"

"It's okay. Well, it's not okay… but I heard what you said and I believe you didn't know." Blaine said slowly. "You didn't have to quit the Warblers."

"I'm not the only one who did. Thad quit as soon as he found out you needed surgery." David said. "And I did have to quit. I couldn't be there after what they did."

"Everyone else knew what was in it." Blaine said, looking up. "Sebastian told me. They wanted to ruin Kurt's clothes. They knew what they were doing. They didn't know I would jump in front of it and get hurt, but they knew exactly what was in it. They knew there was a risk. Even if it had only gotten on Kurt's arms, he still would have had to have gone to a doctor."

"But you still never should have agreed to even a normal slushie." Wes added. "You know what Kurt ran from when he came to Dalton. I can't believe you let this happen, David."

"Right. So you better buy my coffee every single time we hang out together for the rest of my life." Blaine said, sliding into a seat between his two friends. "Because it's going to take a lot of coffee and sweet talking to make this go away."

"I'll go get you one now." David stood and walked off.

"How long are you going to make him buy you coffee?" Wes asked, laughing a bit.

"Months. Maybe a year. My eye still hurts and the surgery was a week ago." Blaine said very seriously. "Besides, it's nice to be the one in control for once."

"Oh?" Wes arched his eyebrow as Kurt came into the coffee shop, looking around and then heading over.

"You know Kurt. I can't even control the radio station." Blaine snorted as Kurt came up behind him. "Imagine how controlling you think he would have been throughout this ordeal and multiply that by, like, forty."

"Hey, cutie." Kurt grinned and ruffled Blaine's hair.

Blaine jumped , head whipping around. "Hi, Kurt! How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to know I'm controlling." Kurt teased, sliding into the seat next to Blaine's that David hadn't been sitting at.

"You've really spent the last week at Kurt's house?" Wes asked curiously. "And your dad hasn't cared?"

"My parents are out of town again and Burt didn't want me alone in our huge house after my surgery." Blaine shrugged.

"Hey, David." Kurt said very cordially as David came back with Blaine's coffee.

"Hey, Kurt, look—."

"It's fine." Kurt raised his hand. "Blaine's alright now. That's all that matters."

Both Blaine and Wes looked at him, surprised.

"What? I told you two I could be nice." Kurt shrugged.