Chapter 45

Pins and Needles

Author's note – So not the longest chapter today, but there is a little bit of new directions interaction going on and there will be more in later chapters.

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The ride back to Dalton was loud and excited, everyone was talking at a hundred miles an hour and some were making very expressive hand gestures. Blaine was driving and Kurt was riding shot gun, they saw the McKinley kids cars following along behind them.

Kurt laughed, it had felt fantastic while his blood had been pumping and he'd felt all those admiring gazes, he couldn't have asked for it to go any better, he couldn't believe how empowered he'd felt as well as how relieved he'd felt to be there with Blaine, he knew that no matter what his boyfriend would protect him to the best of his abilities and it was a very nice thing in his mind.

They pulled up at Dalton and one of the other cars stopped to allow the McKinley kids in with the help of the security guard. Blaine however pulled up to Thompson, parking expertly and laughing as the other boys in the car cheered and clambered out, almost falling over themselves to get out and Kurt went round and let Kaleo out of the back grabbing his leash and leading the dog in as he linked elbows with Blaine.

"So, how did that feel? You nearly gave me a heart attack when they threw you up like that." Blaine said with a smile.

"Well I've been thrown higher, joys of weighing less than half the girls on the squad. But it was fun, I could see everyone on the upper level who was watching and I tell you, to be suddenly eye to eye with people who were looking down on you before is always a rush, it's better than when people are in stands though, what about you then Mr Soloist?" Kurt asked with a smile himself.

"It's always fun to belt out the works of Ms Perry, so I had a great time and it went down well, just wish I'd recorded the whole thing, because I'm not sure how you managed to do all those stunt's in jeans that tight." Blaine said putting a hand over Kurt's back pocket, not convinced he could get his hand in it since the denim looked like it was painted on, not that he was complaining mind, there was a reason he had been walking slightly behind Kurt for most of the day after all.

"Oh yes Perry and Gaga, our argument will never end, but at least we got to do both." Kurt said as they entered the building, Blaine holding the door open and letting Kurt and Kaleo in first as he saw some cars pulling into the parking lot.

"Come on; let's go get comfy, I have an urge to cuddle with you on a couch upstairs." Blaine said waggling his eye brows and Kurt chortled happily.

"I'm all for cuddling; it's been a busy few days trying to get everything up to standard." Kurt said, it was true, Hawks had been somewhere between torture and full out hell, they had worked themselves to near exhaustion for days trying to incorporate the Warblers and their limited dancing skills into their own troupe of professional gymnasts, although Kurt refused to call himself that even though he was one and could even get his leg behind his head now, something he'd been trying to do for a while because it meant he'd surpassed his old level of flexibility before the attack.

"I was exhausted just watching you, I mean, whose idea was it to do Pixie Lott?" Blaine asked, the Hawks had chosen their own song and had gone with a very recent release.

"It was the coaches actually, we did well with the last one and she thought it would be easier to choreograph to, she was so wrong, but hey, we're all in one piece and now we can rest." Kurt said as Blaine first slumped down onto the sofa and Kurt lay back against him, cuddling into his chest and Kaleo lay at their feet, keeping an eye out.

It wasn't long till the McKinley kids they knew, plus someone who had to be Rory came in.

"Damn boys, you know how to work it." Santana announced loudly as she flopped down on a sofa with Justin and Ryan.

"Well we like to keep everyone on their toes, you must be Rory." Kurt said extending a hand to the boy and smiling brightly at him in a friendly manner.

"Yes, nice to meet you." He said and Kurt had to hold back a coo at his accent.

"Nice to have a fellow countryman around." Ryan said from across the room his own accent thickening slightly and the teens chuckled at it.

"Well if you adopt anyone Welsh, bring 'em in it'll be nice to try and talk another language with you lot around." Kynan said, he was leaning on the back of the couch directly behind Ryan, the two boys had been getting closer lately and Kurt knew it wasn't just him who had noticed it, something was happening there.

"Yeah, it's nice to hear another accent." Addison piped up, none of them knew exactly where he was from but he was from somewhere in the UK and could put on at least 4 different accents, Kurt suspected he'd moved around a lot and had adapted to all accents.

"Well there are plenty of accents around here so it's not like you're a minority, Kurt and Blaine are more in the minority because they are actually from this state." Tyler said.

"So what are all the accents in here?" Tina asked, she'd sat down on Mike's lap and the pair looked very comfortable.

"Well going round the room, Addison is from somewhere in the UK, we don't know exactly where and he says it's too complicated, Tory is from Texas although he doesn't have much of an accent anymore, Jeff is from California, Nick is from Washington State, Justin's from Pennsylvania, Kynan's a Welsh boy, Ryan's from Ireland, I'm from New York State, Luke's from Vermont, Flint's from Illinois, Thad's from Maine, David's from Michigan, Wes is from Kansas and Kurt and Blaine are from here in Ohio, most of us now live in Ohio, or as the case may be, we live here even in summer." Tyler said and the boys nodded.

"We spend most of our time outside of school together, most of us go visit our families for a couple of weeks a year and then we come right back and it's like we never left. Except Kurt, he goes home every weekend and we tend to go and stay with him and his dad, it's great." David said.

"Yeah, my dad's about at the point where he says he has a son, a son-in-law and a few adoptees." Kurt joked, he was glad his dad and his friends got on so well, it made it all worthwhile.

"Yeah, we've kind of adopted him too, he's like our go to father figure, knows us better than our own parents do." Justin said, while he and his mum were close they didn't get chance to be together much.

"Well my dad is one of a kind, he's kind of over protective papa bear and he was even worse after my attack, but he just seems to adopt people, he does it at work too, some of the guys become like kids to him, he's sort of the confidant. Just makes me glad I share his genes." Kurt said with a smile nuzzling back into Blaine's chest.

The conversations went on and on, Rory integrating himself nicely into the group and the others talking about the flash mob, Santana even showed them the video she'd recorded, but she didn't know exactly what would happen when she showed it in glee the next day.

Will Schuester was a patient man, or he liked to think so, but never in his life had he been so fed up by a group of students and surprisingly it wasn't the majority that were giving him the bother, it was the minority, as he'd taken to calling them in his head.

Santana had asked if she could show the group something she had recorded the day before and Will had seen no issue with that as long as it was music related. What he hadn't expected though was to witness a warbler and hawk flash mob in the middle of a busy mall in Ohio.

Nor had he been expecting the cursing from the minority side of the room, Rachel had been spitting like an angry cat as Kurt Hummel had dominated most of the first song, which was dominated with tricky cheerleading stunts and well-practiced choreography.

The whole thing hadn't gotten any better as the video went on, with Quinn, Finn and finally Mercedes making their displeasure at watching the group that beat them on the video.

It had gotten so bad that Quinn had started yelling at Santana and not even just little things, it was full on verbal warfare in there and Will was at a loss of what to do. It hadn't been till Quinn had the guts to call Santana a 'filthy carpet muncher' that punches had started to fly and Santana had a good ri9ght hook if Quinn's broken nose was anything to go by. But the blonde hadn't just sat back and taken it, she'd been clawing and swiping at Santana and landed a couple of good hits of her own, eventually Finn and Sam had managed to restrain the girls and the majority had left, telling Will that they may be back or that they may decide that glee is no longer worth putting up with people like that.

Especially after Finn had made a comment about his mom dating that 'sneaky gays' dad, or she had been on a date with him at least, she'd tried to talk to Finn and he had pretended to listen, but really he hadn't cared less, what was she going to do after all, he was her son, she wouldn't kick him out and even if she did he could go live with Rachel or something, he'd justified it to himself by saying maybe he could finally get to second base if they were together all the time.

Mercedes on the other hand had become the biggest diva known to man and was even worse than Rachel, she was constantly making demands of the group, as if she was the star and everyone owed her for breathing in the same general space as her.

Rachel, still with her electronic tag, had been screeching so loud about how 'unfair' and 'biased' everything was that even Will had wanted to gag her with a dirty sock, but being a teacher obviously he couldn't do that, he wished he could though.

He sat, contemplating for a long time after all the kids had gone home, sat in his office and tapping his pen against a blank page in his note book, trying to make a decision on whether or not he needed to talk to the fours parents and possibly for the first time in his life, he decided to man up and take someone else's advice, he picked up the phone and dialled a number.

Waiting as it rang, "hello Mrs Jones, yes my name is Will Schuester, I'm the glee director at McKinley, I need to speak to you about your daughter." He said.