"How long has he been like that?" Sebastian asked, looking at his boyfriend sprawled across his bed, arm covering his eyes.

"Like that, a little over an hour" Beat told him. "He came back from therapy, took a shower, put on a pair of sweats and then this. I was giving him time but…"

"You're right. The fact that he let his hair dry without product was definitely a red flag."

"You know, I can hear you."

"Oh, he lives" Sebastian teased only to receive a middle finger in response.

Beat walked over and grabbed his bag "Ok, that's my cue to leave. I have to finish the outline for my Poly Sci Project anyway. Bud, if you need me…"

"I know. Thanks, Drum." After he was gone, Blaine removed his arm from his face "You stink."

"Well, I love you too, B. And it's not my fault your best Dalton friend sent my best anywhere friend to drag me from lacrosse practice." When Sebastian heard Blaine groan, he realized his patented charming sarcasm would not work this time. "Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"If I took a shower, would you talk about it?"

"Maybe."

"Tell you what, I'll go take a shower and you give either Sam or Sugar a call. Both of them are good at making you laugh. I'd say FaceTime, but if you call they won't see your hair." Once again, he received a hand-gesture in response, but then Blaine used that hand to pick up his phone.

Sebastian knew what the problem was. Blaine had been off-center since he realized his slip-up of using Tommy's name in the song at Regionals. Thankfully, Beat had jumped in immediately and claimed to be Tommy. Those not in the know bought the story and laughed at how Beat's real name was revealed. Those that knew Beat was covering for something were willing to let it go for now.

By the time he finished showering and let himself into Blaine's room, the mood there had done a complete 180.

"Hey Sam, Bas is here. I know we said radio silence until Saturday but you have to keep me updated…I knew I'd have to tell him eventually…I will not…Ok, fine…And thanks again for listening to me. I'm glad someone appreciates my love of show choir blogs…Yeah, I laughed my ass off too...Ok…Ok...Of course, I'm obsessing. It's what I do…I love you too, Sammy. Bye."

Sebastian closed the door then sat across from Blaine on his bed "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you and Sam were having a not so secret affair."

"No, but I could see having a massive unrequited crush on him if I was still stuck at McKinley. By the way, have you heard anything about my exile?"

"Are you asking if Thad and Nick leaked the rumor that you were sent there as a consequence for talking about Fight Club? Because if you are, I can assure you that everyone has heard it. They all knew you wouldn't have left Dalton voluntarily."

"But, I did. Bas, I'm not trying to rewrite history. I'm trying to make sure everyone shuts their mouths about Fight Club when they're giving depositions this week. They've got to believe if that could happen to me, whatever we plan for them would totally obliterate their lives."

"Obliterate, huh? So, earlier was about Fight Club and the depositions, not Tommy?"

"Yes and no. I still can't believe I said his name. I talked with Doc again and we agree it probably happened because he was in the forefront of my mind due to everything surrounding the case last week." Blaine reached across for Sebastian's hand "Thank you for not pushing. Speaking of not pushing, I said I wouldn't ask, but…"

"B, it's alright. I liked the therapist Trent's mom found for me, which is a little weird because she reminded me a lot of that psychotic cheerleading coach at McKinley."

"Sue? Why, did she call you Barry Allen too? Oh, she's now the psychotic principal at McKinley and, get this, the first thing she did was suspend Schuster."

"Seriously?"

Earlier at McKinley

Finn saw Sugar give him a thumbs-up and then go and grab pen and paper. His idea had worked. With that accomplished, he was ready to leave for the day but was stopped "What did you need, Ryder?"

"If you're going to the principal's office I want to go with you."

"Why would I go there?"

"When you were over with Sugar, Mr. Schue took Sam for "speaking to him like that". You didn't see them leave?"

"Shit! Go get Jake."

"Why?"

"Because if I've learned anything it's…if you're headed into battle, take a Puckerman."

While they went and got Jake, Will and Sam reached the principal's office but didn't find what they expected. Sue was sitting behind the desk and there was someone with her "Superintendent Harris? What's going on?"

"Oh, Mr. Schuster, good to see you. To answer your question, the School Board found out some, um, disturbing information concerning Principal Figgins. For at least the remainder of the school year Coach Sylvester will be acting principal. If you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of back at my office."

As he left Finn, Ryder and Jake came in. "What's going on?"

"Evidently Principal Sylvester is in charge" Sam answered, but his tone told Finn that there was more to talk about later.

"The Yellow Lizard speaks the truth. I am in my rightful place yet again."

"Blonde Chameleon."

"Whatever. Now, William explain to me why you and your club of misfits are bothering me in my moment of triumph."

"My issue is with Sam. The rest of you can go."

In unison, the three late arrivals crossed their arms in defiance with Jake replying "Not happening."

"Well, this just got more interesting." Sue leaned back in her chair and pointed at Sam "What did you do?"

Sam decided with Sue the best thing would be to tell the truth…at least this time. "I told him he had lost his fucking mind and if he didn't stop living in the past I was going to ask you to coach us for Nationals."

"What makes you think you'll win Regionals since you've already lost to Blaine Warbler, Barry Allen and others not once, but twice?"

"Mr. Schue rigged the brackets so we didn't compete against the Warblers. Our competition is Gregorian chanters and a group from a school that rescues birds."

"I see. William, you're suspended. Gigantor, you take them on Saturday."

"What?!" At that moment, Will probably did lose his fucking mind.

"Lips, don't move. William, stay with Becky and the rest of you just go away." Becky (literally) shoved everyone except Sam out of the office and shut the door behind her. "Let me make two things clear, Mr. Evans. One, if you ever speak to any of my faculty like that again, you will be the one suspended. And two, you're display of leadership has officially made you my third favorite student behind Becky Jackson and Blaine Warbler."

"Blaine goes to Dalton."

"Semantics. You may leave, but in your inevitable call to Mr. Anderson, tell him I will grant his request."

"Breathing is a good thing, Bas. You might want to try it."

"I…I…can't!" I took several minutes, and a few dozen deep breaths, but Sebastian finally calmed down. "Ok, ok, that's amazing but what request is she granting?"

"Emma…"

"Emma?"

"She said to call her that since I'm no longer a McKinley student. I think she knew I didn't want to call her Mrs. Schuster. So, Emma was embarrassed last year when I wanted to send out applications for early admittance. She had never heard of anyone doing that and my parents had to hire someone to do her job."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. So, I talked to her about how Dalton takes care of college visits for Seniors and suggested maybe McKinley could do something similar, but not just for those going to college…"

"And you helped her write up a proposal so Sam could be excused when he's in New York for the photo shoot."

"I guess it was on the desk when Sue took over. Now, if I could solve my own problems that easily."

"Blaine…"

"No, I'm just overwhelmed with everything I've got going on. The depositions, the concert, the LA trip, Santana's photo shoot, finding out why the hell I have an audition at NYADA, those are all happening in the next three weeks. When am I supposed to get my Graduation Plan done? And what about getting ready for Nationals?"

Sebastian was going to respond, thinking Blaine had finished, but then he quietly added "And what about you?"

"What about me?" When Blaine didn't answer and just played with this cuff, Sebastian got up and moved to sit up against Blaine's headboard. Then he pulled his boyfriend into cuddle, which from the sound of his sigh was exactly what he needed. "What about me, B?"

"You have your deposition on Wednesday."

"And the rest of you are up tomorrow. I don't see the problem."

"Bas, we all know yours will be way worse than ours. I wanted to make things easier for you. That's why when we were at the Sugar Shack, I told you that I was going to make you my sexual plaything this week. To help with your stress." Blaine buried his head into Sebastian's side. He didn't know why after everything they had done together, this embarrassed him. Hell, he was the one that thought of it in the first place. He had made plans and had even gone to see Santa.

So, why hadn't Sebastian said anything? "Bas?"

"Blaine, as amazing as what you said sounds, I think we're going to have to cancel the debauchery."

"Bas…"

"Listen to me. You can't fit in your Graduation Plan, B. This isn't the New Directions where you can leave everything until the last minute and expect a good outcome." That comment earned him a kick to the shin. "Ok, I deserved that, but you know what I was trying to say."

"I know." Blaine sighed and cuddled in closer. "It sounds like you have a suggestion."

"I do. I think we should break up."