A/N: So guys! I wasn't intending to extend this at all, but I've had quiet a few requests to do so, so I'm giving it a go. If you've got any ideas as to where you want this to go, or stuff I can shove in, let me know. I'm going to try and make sure they round off still at the moment, in case I don't carry it on further. But thank you so much for all the feedback, it's really appreciated! :)
Blaine's return to McKinley on the following day was more than tedious. Having spoken to his parents, who seemed pretty ecstatic about the possibility of him moving back to Dalton, their reactions were on repeat in his head the entire time. He'd pulled on his turtle-neck jumper, which had a reserved place at the back of the closet that he really wished he hadn't taken it out of. The only problem was, it was the only thing he owned that would cover the purple mark on his neck that had bloomed and darkened overnight. Besides, the only person that could get away with wearing a scarf for an entire day was Kurt. Whenever Blaine's mind was drawn back to his ex-boyfriend (which was quite often, considering how many little things he seemed to be finding around his room), a slight inkling of guilt trickled through the cracks of his composure. They were broken up, sure, but he blamed himself, and now kissing Sebastian was just piling things on.
Clutching his satchel, because he still didn't trust any of the jocks at McKinley, Blaine turned into the choir room, which was already filled with the usual suspects. He'd only had a lesson with Tina, who'd given him a raised eyebrow at the itchy looking grey jumper, and Sam, who never registered these things. But settling into a front row chair, and hearing a scrabble from behind which resulted in the previously gothic Asian sliding into the chair beside him. They'd not been able to talk in their English class, and she sure didn't intend to pass the opportunity given before Finn showed up. "What's with the furball jumper?" Tina asked curiously as Blaine slipped his bag off of his shoulder and onto the floor between him and Artie. "It's not a usual Anderson piece." Blaine suddenly felt nervous, worried about what the rest of his club mates would say whether found out. Was singing with the Warblers betraying them? Surely this whole predicament was just him betraying the Warblers all along...
"Oh," Blaine spoke, realising he'd never formulated an excuse, "I'm, uh, a bit behind on washing," he lied, not exactly happy with his excuse.
Tina quirked an eyebrow, and crossed her legs, looking forward after a few seconds of analysing him from the side. "Nothing to do with that hickey, then?" She whispered, causing Blaine's eyes to snap to her in horror. "You might want to pull your jumper up," Tina grinned, at him, before looking forward to the board.
"Wow, I didn't know you could give hickeys over Skype," Brittany said dreamily, as her Blaine and Tina walked across the car park, "Maybe if I'd known how to do that, Santana and I wouldn't be on a break." The beetroot colour that Blaine's cheeks burned was unmistakeable, and Tina glanced at him, chewing her lip. She'd not said another word on the matter since pointing it out to him just before glee club had started, other than to point it out to Brittany (for some reason), and it was beginning to worry him. After all, Blaine knew that she'd been good friends with Kurt for a while. "Wow, you guys should like, enter a silence competition or something," Britt said, spinning around and walking backwards to look at them. She smacked her lips, chewing gum and looking at them quizzically; "I'd say that you'd totally win, but I've been practising meditation with Lord Tubbington, and he's basically a pro." Looking awfully proud of herself, she raised a hand to wave at them, before turning the corner and leaving Tina and Blaine by his car. There wasn't even time for them to fill awkward silence, Tina cut in so quickly. "So who is it?" she asked inquisitively, her gaze fixed on him expectantly. Blaine's eyes dropped, and he shifted, not sure what to say. The silence was deafening, and Tina sighed deeply, poking his arm, "Come on, Blaine. I won't tell him." It took Blaine a few seconds to register what she was asking, and decide against telling her. Tina was basically the biggest gossiper around at the moment, besides Kitty, who really got under Blaine's skin for some reason. He shook his head, and turned away from her, starting back towards McKinley again, "I need to talk to Finn."
"Wait... wait, what? You... sang with the warblers?"
"It just sorta' happened," Blaine countered, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous as he looked over the piano at his friend. It was strange, having Finn there as a superior now, taking Glee club. The worst thing was the little twitch in the back of his mind that told him there was no way he could coach them to victory, that made Blaine feel a little guilty. The look on Finn's face said it all, and Blaine couldn't stop blurting out more, feeling the need to justify himself. "But, they embraced me like I was a long lost brother." The much taller boy seemed to have zoned out at the point, a look of worry colouring his face a shade paler. "I-it was like in X-Men 2, when Pyro left the X-Men to join Magneto's brotherhood?" Blaine said, his voice more questioning than firm. He didn't believe that it was an accurate description at all. After all, the Warblers weren't the bad guys here, and Blaine belonged with them. He'd been there before, so why shouldn't he return? The comparison seemed to have dragged Finn back to reality a little, though. "It- It just felt right, like, maybe... I belong with the Warblers." The maybe felt stale on his tongue as he softened the blow he was confronting Finn with.
His mind was already made up.
As Blaine made his way to his locker, his phone buzzed. He sighed, and stopped beside it, moving the cardboard box he'd got from the art department under his arm to read it. C'mon Blaine, you've gotta tell me. - Tina only ever seemed to text him when she had ulterior motives. Blaine was moving back to Dalton, so why shouldn't he tell her. There were a few moments of hesitation as Blaine's fingers skimmed the buttons before he tapped out his message and hit send. Sebastian. Tina's response was almost instantaneous, and Blaine nearly dropped his phone as it began to buzz and blare Katy Perry.
"What?" came and aggressive voice down the phone. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tina's new 'point and shoot words' mechanism had kicked into effect. "Out of all the people, Smythe?" she said incredulously, seeming a little disgusted, if Blaine was honest. "He's our competition still, Blaine, I don't know if you forgot. He's probably just trying to get you to tell him stuff like you did with MJ last year. And we all know how that went!" Blaine was wincing, having hoped for a better reaction than this, but he supposed it was partly justified. That was when the next question came. "When did you even see him anyway?" Tina demanded, the image of her folding her arms across her chest, and that expectant look she'd perfected appearing in his mind. The thing with Tina was that she was trying desperately to earn the lead spot that she probably deserved, and apparently, that came with Rachel-style control freak symptoms.
With no idea what to say, and the lying abilities of a three year old, Blaine sighed. "I went to Dalton yesterday," he said quietly, "and... I sang with them."
Tina had been outraged. He dared to try and be the lead of their glee club, yet he was 'cavorting' around with another, so much so that he had a hickey from their former lead and Captain. By the time he'd got home, Blaine was miserable and guilt-ridden despite the circumstances, and just a glance at his phone showed that she'd told everyone. He had 4 messages that he didn't want to read, and there were a couple of notifications from posts on his wall. The worst thing though, was the message from Kurt, which Blaine couldn't help but click reluctantly. Why? That was all Kurt had said. One word. One word that seemed to bounce around Blaine's head tortuously for the next few hours. It wasn't exactly a word he could escape, and it certainly wasn't one he had an answer to. Sebastian had kissed him, and he'd kissed back. They were broken up, but the two of them certainly weren't over each other, and now it felt painfully obvious that that was so.
Lying on his bed, Blaine let his eyes wander to the box of belongings that had previously been in his locker at McKinley, and he chewed his lip. He wasn't going to regret this. He was sure of it. He was going to get over Kurt.