Sue Sylvester had her cameras and spies everywhere. Well, not everywhere, because she certainly didn't want to see William Schuester putting on his hair products or Justin Bieber doing anything except cutting his own toes off while clipping his nails (she had a camera set with very specific triggers to start recording if that happened), but she had Dalton Academy thoroughly covered. The first two canaries, Domingo and Carreras, had failed to agree with her putting transmitters on their beaks, which explained why Kurt was assigned Pavarotti. And he had agreed only because she exploited his addiction to millet sprays.

She hung up from her latest call and wrote a few notes in her diary. "I have taken steps to ensure that Frodo and Porcelain do not damage themselves, each other, or my plans for world domination. I also put Nair in Will Schuester's favorite kind of shampoo at the drug store he frequents. It's been a satisfactory day."

Three days later.

She was disappointed that Will never came to the school with either no hair or an obvious wig, but then, the traffic jams around the drug store near his house as a long line of newly bald people demanded satisfaction did cause him inconvenience, so it's not as though she wasted the Nair.

Meanwhile, at Dalton...

Kurt was starting to worry. Blaine had entirely stopped flirting with him over the last three days and kept giving him CDs and MP3s of 18th and some 19th century vocal music. Wes, David, and the rest of the Warblers talked to him in suddenly more gentle and sympathetic voices and never, ever, talked about their various girlfriends when he was around. They were so fast to change the subject from anything to do with love or sex that sometimes, when he walked into the room, each single one of them started babbling about a different topic. From a vocal rhythm standpoint, it was kind of interesting to listen to. Then there was the time when Wes was telling the rest of the Warblers about accidentally walking in on the music teacher singing Barry Manilow and holding rolled up paper like a microphone, and finished, "I thought he was going to cut off my-" when David shoved him so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

After practice, Wes went to Kurt and apologized.

Kurt frowned in confusion. "Wes, it's not like I've not heard the expression before."

"Blaine was right when he said you've got courage," Wes said, side-hugged him, and walked off.

That was more than enough for Kurt. He went to Blaine's room and opened the door. "Will you finally tell me what's going on?"

Blaine looked at him with the same regretful, sympathetic look he'd been wearing for the last three days. "About what?"

"Why everybody in the Warblers is treating me like I've got some kind of terminal disease and don't know it. About why you have been treating me suddenly like my father and Finn have been threatening you with shotguns, which I know they haven't because I called them and asked." Kurt gulped back tears of frustration.

Blaine got up and pressed Kurt into a warm, comforting hug. "I didn't know, Kurt, when I started flirting with you. And I thought that you...enjoyed it because you flirted back. But your old cheerleading coach told me and I didn't want to keep teasing you."

"Told you what?"

"About your..."

"About my what?" If he'd sung that last note, Kurt would have shattered glass for miles around.

"Your being a...sorry, I don't know what name you prefer for it...your being a castrato. I should have guessed, your power and range and-"

"Blaine. I. Am. Not. A. Castrato."

If Kurt or Blaine had been concentrating on Pavarotti, they'd have heard a voice hissing from his beak, "Why didn't you distract them, you stupid shrunken chicken?"

"You're not? But she said specifically..." Not that Kurt needed more proof that he was in love, but he found Blaine sexy even when he was absolutely dumbfounded and blinking like Finn would if he'd been asked to explain astrophysics to Steven Hawking.

"Blaine, I have no idea why, but Sue Sylvester was lying when she told you I was a castrato." Kurt took a few steps back and smirked. "Want me to show you?"

Blaine excited and happy was pretty sexy, too.