Summary: The very definition of a blindside is you never see it coming.

It was times like this that Blaine was thankful he had transferred back to Dalton. The first week back from break was for Seniors only. The week was officially titled University Preparation and Planning Week. The students refer to it as What the fuck are you doing with your life Week.

Dalton boys applied to colleges for early acceptance during their Junior year. Even though Blaine had been at McKinley, his parents hired a counselor to help with his applications (and didn't even say anything like If you were still at Dalton once). It had been necessary since the counselors at McKinley couldn't help him. He had to laugh as he remembered the look of total confusion on Miss Pillsbury's face when he had discussed the process with her.

The one thing that did concern him was Sebastian. With everything that had happened since Blaine's return, they had never gotten around to discussing college. When they finally realized that fact, they made the conscious decision to not talk about their plans. No matter how much they loved each other, they were not going to influence what the other did. If they wound up in the same area, that was great. If they didn't…well, they'd cross that bridge if they had to.

Since there were not actual classes happening, Blaine had been able to schedule a 2-hour appointment with Dr. Shepard. He had been happy to hear that Blaine had come clean with Sebastian. He also gave him something to think about for next time. How was he saving himself when he was busy trying to save everyone else? Blaine had to admit that was a good question.

He left his appointment and headed toward the truck when he got a 911 text from Sam. The roads weren't great, so instead of talking through his Bluetooth while driving, he went to the Starbucks across the street. It amazed him how much he missed the Lima Bean.

Once he had his coffee, he found a chair next to the fake fire place and made the call. "Hey Sam, what's with the 911? Please tell me it has nothing to do with your date tomorrow night with Nari."

"Ok, first of all you owe me like a hundred dating freak outs after what I had to put up with when you and Seb were getting together. Secondly, no, this is about Glee Club."

"What did Schuster do now?" Blaine sighed. He knew his former advisor would cause issues with his return. He had never taken the time to get to know the new members and he hadn't done much to gain their respect when he came back for Sectionals.

"He told us that since Finn couldn't be there full time because he was starting college, Kurt was going to be his assistant."

Of course, he did. Kurt was one of his three favorites. Santana, Quinn and Brittany may have called themselves the Unholy Trinity, but when it came to the New Directions it was actually Rachel, Finn and Kurt "I'd say you're kidding, but I believe it. What did you guys say? Oh god, Sugar probably freaked."

Blaine's comment made Sam laugh "She did. Hell, we all did. We walked out."

"Excuse me?"

"We walked out. Poor Roderick had been there only 20 minutes when he got to experience the New Directions crazy."

"Ok, I'm assuming that Schuster found a way to get everyone back."

"He did. He made me Captain."

"Congrats, but neither Artie or Tina threw a fit about you being named Captain? They are originals."

"Artie didn't care. He's too busy making his short film for his film school application and Tina's too busy being the New Rachel."

"I'm sorry, but I'm the New Rachel and since I left it should be Brittany."

"Yeah, you tell Tina that."

"You've got a point" Blaine conceded. Sometimes it was just easier to let Tina be Tina. She reminded him of Cooper in that way. "Now, I've got a question. Do you know why I got an invitation to the Schuster- Pillsbury wedding?"

"Miss Pillsbury wants everyone to get along again." Emma had talked to Sam about the possibility of inviting Blaine (and thus Sebastian), but he couldn't believe she went ahead and did it. She was usually the one that tried to avoid conflict.

"And so, I get to be the bad guy by not going? I'm not spending my first Valentine's Day with Bas at the wedding of someone I don't like, especially when Regionals are a week later."

"Although, you and Seb could get all cute and cuddly at the reception and totally piss Kurt off."

"That might be fun." Blaine thought about how pissed Kurt would be and it didn't scare him. With the information he had obtained from Hunter, he planned on having all of the shit with Kurt finished long before Valentine's Day. Dealing with the mysterious Travis was another story.

They talked for about another half an hour and that part of the conversation did revolve around Sam's date with Nari. He was happy for Sam, but Wes was driving him crazy. He didn't take it well when he found out that Sam had dated Quinn, Santana, Mercedes AND Brittany.

After he hung up with Sam he saw that he had received two texts. The first was from Jeff. It was a continuation of the discussion/argument they had been having since New Year's Eve.

From Jeff: I still don't understand why you won't write the Warblers a song for Regionals

From Blaine: Because I already cost the Warblers a Regionals

From Jeff: Last year when you went to McKinley?

From Blaine: The year before

From Jeff: ?

From Blaine: Candles

From Jeff: Candles did not cost us Regionals (although it was cringeworthy). ND won because they did original songs

From Jeff: Just please not another love song for Sebastian

From Blaine: Good bye, Jeff

From Jeff: This isn't over

From Blaine: Didn't think it was

The other text was from his Dad stating the package they had been waiting on had arrived. He had planned on heading back to Dalton, but there was no way that was happening now.

"Dad!" Blaine called out upon his arrival home.

"What? No love for me?" his mom asked as she came out from the kitchen with something in her hands.

"The camera, Mom?"

"Have you met me? Come on. He's in the garage."

When Blaine reached the garage, he noticed that his father was as excited as he was. He walked over and the two of them pulled back the cover, his mother taking pictures the entire time.

It was his car. The 1966 Mustang Fastback that they had finished when Blaine was in Detroit during the Holidays. It was the car that he originally thought his dad wanted to rebuild with him to make him straight. The car Blaine had asked to finish as a kind of a peace offering. The car that in the end wound up being the bonding experience his dad had wanted it to be.

"Dad, it's perfect. I'm so glad we let the professionals paint it" Blaine said as he lightly ran his hand over the cherry-red finish.

"Me too, son."

Blaine's mom wasn't even going to try to pretend she wasn't crying. She cried at everything. Her husband and boys were used to it. "Ok, picture time!" she announced and then took at least two dozen pictures of her husband and son in various poses around the car. When she finished, Blaine took out his phone and snapped some pictures of his own that he immediately sent to his friends. It took about 30 seconds for his phone to start pinging.

"I take it your friends like the car?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"To put it mildly. They all want rides."

"Blaine, I really don't think it's a good idea to drive a 50 year-old convertible in the middle of winter. No matter how expertly we restored it." Mr. Anderson may have told Blaine that, but he was already planning ways to sneak a drive sometime soon "Now, are you staying for dinner?"

"Uh, duh. Can we make pizza?"

"Uh, duh" his parents replied in unison, causing them all to laugh.

While they had dinner, they discussed what Blaine's counselor told him and he read the texts he got from his friends. Their favorite was Santana's who managed to use the moniker Richboy 8 times in a 25 word text. They were having such a good time that Blaine hadn't realized how late it had gotten. He had to get back to Dalton, but first he needed something from his room.

His mom had told him that she put a box he received in the mail on his dresser. It was what he had hoped…the tape Santana had recorded of Kurt at the Lima Bean. As much as he wanted to listen to it, he chose to wait. He was having too good of a day to ruin it with the sound of Kurt's voice. He put it in his bag along with the tape from his trip to see Hunter and a set of keys he had forgotten. After sharing hugs with his parents, he was out the door. As if he had timed it that way, when he pulled into the Dalton parking lot a call came through his Bluetooth. From the ring tone, he knew who it was.

"Hey Sexy."

"Sexy?"

"Yes Bas, Sexy. Do you need me to go into detail?"

"No, I'm waiting for the Lacrosse meeting to start and Thad probably wouldn't appreciate listening to my half of that conversation."

"No, Thad wouldn't" Blaine could hear Thad say from the seat next to Sebastian.

Blaine didn't want to laugh as he wanted to get his tone right. That specific tone. As soon as that meeting was over, he had plans for his boyfriend "Fine, then just listen to me. You are staying in my room tonight. And yes, I got the keys for the handcuffs. Do you understand?"

"Yes, si…Blaine."

"Good boy. Now pay attention to your coach and I'll see you in an hour." He got out of the truck and headed into the building. He had a lot of things to do before he saw Sebastian.

The last thing Blaine expected to see in his dorm room was someone standing next to his bed "Doug? What are you doing here? Under classmen don't start until Monday." His roommate had his head down, but when he lifted it Blaine instantly knew something was wrong "Doug what is it?" He ran into Blaine's arms and started to sob. Not knowing what else to do, Blaine walked them over and sat on the edge of bed, all the while trying to calm the young Warbler "Shhhh, it's ok. I promise whatever's wrong, I'll help you."

"You don't know that."

Blaine lifted his chin and made Doug look him in the eyes "Yes, I do."

It took a while but finally he said "I know who your leak is."

Blaine thought his heart was going to stop, but he kept his cool as Doug began to sob again. How did he even know about the Fight Club leak? However, right now that was not the most important question "Who?"

"My older brother Earl."

Blaine's mind started to race a thousand miles an hour, but all he could think of was that Hunter said the guy that told Wyatt and Toby about Fight Club had a younger brother at Dalton. Who would have guessed he had been right under his nose this whole time? He reached into his nightstand drawer, pulled out some tissues and handed them over "How do you know?"

Doug let go of Blaine to wipe his eyes and blew his nose "You guys aren't as discreet as you think you are. I heard plenty of conversations about a Fight Club leak. Then when you had me look up Wyatt and Toby and told me I couldn't say anything, I guessed they were involved."

"You knew Wyatt and Toby? Why didn't you tell me?"

"They've been friends with Earl since second grade. My parents sent Earl to Dalton specifically to get him away from them, but it didn't work especially since they are also his dealers. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I had to know for sure."

"And now you're sure?"

"Yes" Doug began to cry again, but not so hard that Blaine couldn't understand him "The three of them told me so over break. Blaine, they told me they would kill me if I told anyone and I'm pretty sure they meant it."

"What about your parents?"

"They won't listen. Earl's the golden-child even though he's a fucking screw-up."

Instead of lifting his chin, Blaine put both hands on Doug's cheeks "Look at me. Doug, look at me." When he finally did, Blaine said in a way that guaranteed his sincerity "I will NEVER let anything happen to you. Do you understand?"

"So, I don't get any consequences for not telling you what I knew sooner?"

"Oh my god, of course not. You were so brave in telling me. I'm sorry if you ever thought that would be an issue." That seemed to help calm the situation down "Now, I have a favor to ask. Do you have a picture of your brother?"

"Yes, my mom gave me a family picture for Christmas for me to put in my, our, room. You know, to give off the impression that we're some big, happy family." Doug went over, pulled the framed photo out of his bag and handed it to Blaine. After only looking at it for an instant, Blaine threw it across the room and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Blaine, Blaine, what's wrong? Please open the door!" The sound of vomiting had Doug realize that wouldn't happen, so he ran out into the hall yelling for help. Since there were very few students there, he was half-way to the Warbler Commons before he ran into anyone. Fortunately, it was Sebastian and Thad.

"What the hell?" Sebastian asked. All Doug had to say was "Blaine" and the three of them were running back to the dorms. Along the way Jeff, Nick, Trent and Beat saw the sight and joined them, but when they reached their destination Blaine was gone.

"He was here" Doug yelled as he verified Blaine was no longer in their bathroom. His agitation heightened the anxiety of the others.

"What happened?" Jeff asked.

"You and Trent stay here and find out" Sebastian told him "We didn't pass B so there's only one place he could be. The rest of you come with me."

Sebastian and the others ran down to the Out Building. If Blaine was as upset as Doug said, he would be hitting the heavy bag. When they reached their destination, Sebastian threw back the door and all of them gasped at what they saw.

"Somebody call a fucking ambulance!"