Blaine tossed and turned a bit that night. He never quite slept the same when he didn't share a bed with Kurt, and thoughts of guilt over his dishonesty still bothered him. He wished he had just gone to that stupid abs class on Saturday. He could confess, but Kurt would likely ask why it took him all this time and he didn't have a good answer for that. He bet Rachel never felt this guilty over minor fibs like he did. Sometimes he wished he could be more like her. Let it go. He thought about how he and Kurt would be going to class again come Saturday. He imagined Amy calling out his absence from last week in front of Kurt and the rest of the students— and of Kurt dressing him down about it in front of everybody. Even if that did happen—which is ridiculous—Kurt wouldn't do that. Ugh. Why do I think like this?

On the morning subway ride Blaine half-convinced himself to confess anyway, but then thought better of it. In the end, he made a compromise with himself. If it comes up again, I'll tell the truth. I won't bring it up myself, or go out of my way to invite trouble, but I'm not going to lie about it anymore. This somehow eased his mind and he was able to think about other things by the time he got to school.

"Hey!" Kurt greeted, sitting in the hallway outside the Combat class classroom. He was reading some Pinter play for his Sophomore Dramatic Literature class. "Did you see? Amy's back."

"A-Amy? What?" Blaine was caught off guard to hear her name when he had just semi-successfully pushed her out of his mind.
"You know. Amy. She had an early tap class and we ran into each other. Talked to her a bit before you got here."

"You did?"
"Yeah turns out she didn't have the flu or anything. Death in the family apparently."

"Oh. Well. I guess that's good news for Rachel that you won't be bringing any germs home."

Kurt nodded. "Poor thing was so stressed out about having missed two days of classes. I told her you have the best notes from Acting for the Camera and we'd be happy to catch her up on stuff over lunch today."

"Oh. Of- of course. Sure."

Kurt looked at Blaine funny. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just—coffee hasn't kicked in yet, I guess."

Kurt nodded and went back to reading. For a moment Blaine almost blurted out everything, but he swallowed it back. Stop making a big deal of nothing. She's got 30 people in that class and had a family emergency—she's not even going to remember if you were there or not. He headed into class.

When lunch time rolled around Blaine was actually in a far better mood. For once, he was injury-free after combat and had even gotten some faint praise for improving in one of the fight sequences they'd been working on. But he had worked up quite a sweat and was eager to get lunch. Kurt had told Amy to meet them at the sandwich shop across the street from class, so Blaine followed Kurt there just quietly hoping no talk of last weekend would come up. We'll just talk about school and it'll all be fine.

"Hey, Kurt! And- it's Blaine, right?"

Heh. I've been obsessing over her and she barely even remembers my name. She's definitely not paying enough attention to know if I was in class this weekend or not. I'm ridiculous. "Yeah. It's Blaine."

"I'm sorry, I know we've been in class together for awhile—I'm just terrible with names and I don't know a lot of freshmen."

"No worries. I get it. Kurt told me you had a death in the family, I'm so sorry."

Amy nodded. "Yeah, my grandfather's funeral was yesterday. Took a midnight bus from Pittsburgh to get back to school on time today. It's been crazy."

"Wow, you must be exhausted."

"I am, but I'm not risking getting cut for poor attendance."

Blaine's eyes widened. "NYADA would understand if—"

"Maybe, but Camen Thibideaux already hates me half the time, I can't take a chance."

Kurt put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "In fairness, I'm pretty sure Carmen hates everybody half the time."

Amy smiled. They ordered their sandwiches and sat down. "Thanks for sharing your notes," Amy said as Blaine handed them over. "I was freaking out there'd be a pop quiz on camera angles or something today."

"Relax, everything's going to be fine," Blaine assured.

"Yeah, we owe you for doing such a good job whipping us into shape on Saturdays anyway," Kurt joked.

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'll have to keep you two for a reference in case I get fired. The NYADA gym hates me right now."

"Wait. Why?" Blaine asked.

"Everything with my grandfather happened so fast, I didn't have time to get someone to cover when I left Friday night. They had to cancel a bunch of my weekend classes. Thank GOD Gwen from my ballet class was willing to cover a couple classes Monday and my friend Jake took my Tuesday classes. Gwen's not exactly an aerobics instructor though so I'm not sure how much of a disaster those classes were—and my boss was already freaking out about people asking for their money back on the weekend. It's a mess."

There was a pause. "W-well it's nice you're friends were able to help out. And you had a good reason, that has to count for something." Blaine said, quietly freaking out. Keep talking, think of something- maybe he won't even think of it. "If you have any questions about those notes, j-just ask," he added, trying to think of a way to change the subject.

"So you… couldn't teach any of your classes this weekend?" Kurt asked quietly.

Amy looked up from the notes. Blaine froze.

"No," she said. "Took the 7:00 to Pennsylvania Friday night. My grandfather passed like 2 hours after I got there."

Kurt nodded, offering reassurances and then explaining some of the notes and assignments Amy had missed without missing a beat. Blaine made busy with his sandwich, watching out of the corner of his eye. He's got to be furious with me. Fuck, why didn't I say something before? When he finished his food he tried to distract himself by looking through the agenda where he kept track of all of his homework.

After a bit Amy looked at her watch. "Shit. It's already almost a quarter to one. I have to run and change before class. Thanks again guys, I owe you."

"Of course, and let us know if there's anything more you need," Kurt said. Blaine waved, trying to stay cool. He watched Amy leave as Kurt took a long drink of his iced tea.

"W-well we probably need to start heading back too I guess," he started.

Kurt turned and stared at him. Blaine looked at the floor.

"We do. I thought you might… have something to say first though."

Blaine swallowed. "About… this weekend?" he ventured.

"Yes," came Kurt's short reply.

"I um… kinda… didn't make it to class on Saturday."

"I gathered that. You- just blew it off?"

Blaine nodded miserably. "I w-was thinking of telling you before—"

"And why didn't you?" Kurt asked rather icily.

Blaine squirmed. "I guess I… figured you'd… be upset."

"That you defied me and then lied about it for three days? Can't imagine why you'd think that," Kurt spat, standing up and tossing his napkins and sandwich wrapper into he garbage.

Blaine felt small. "L-look. I'm sorry."

Kurt nodded. "Sure you are. You just got caught."

"N-no I mean. I was sorry before too. Like I've been feeling really guilty."

"Yet somehow not guilty enough to tell me the truth?"

Blaine stared back at his hands.

Kurt sat back down and leaned in towards Blaine, speaking quietly so the patrons around couldn't hear.

"You were right about one thing. We need to get going soon or we're going to be late. I don't know what to say except that- I don't know what you were thinking, but assuming you don't have some kind of really good explanation—it's pretty clear to me at least that you deserve to be disciplined for this."

"Yes sir," Blaine whispered quietly.

Kurt sighed. "But somehow you've won the jackpot because after classes tonight I've got to work at the diner. And between the diner and Vogue I'm tied up until Saturday."

Blaine relaxed a little to hear this. Normally he'd be disappointed to hear that Kurt was booked until the weekend, but this was a relief. Kurt was likely to find a way to punish him either way, but if he was really mad about this, maybe holding off until the weekend would give Kurt time to calm down. Maybe he'd think about it for a couple days and decide to be lenient since it all came about after he'd been sort of a jerk himself?

Kurt, seeing Blaine relax, put his hand on his shoulder. "You defied me when I gave you a direct order. While I was sick, no less! And then you lied about it—several times. For days!"

Blaine struggled to look his fiancé in the eye. "I- I did. I'm sorry."

"You will be disciplined. Make no mistake. It may have to wait a couple days but I'm not letting this go."

"I – I understand sir." Blaine said miserably.

"Come on. We're going to be late for class," Kurt said, dismissively.

Blaine hung his head, but obediently grabbed his things and followed Kurt out of the sandwich shop.