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Kurt and Mercedes walked into the Ballroom, which was tastefully decorated. Rachel must have stayed away from the decorating committee was Kurt's first thought, but then he chastised himself. She really was a great girl just a bit fashion backward. That's why he took her under his fashionable wing in New York.
Kurt looked around the room and saw many of his old friends and some he didn't know. He guessed they were either spouses or students that came after he left. He pulled Mercedes a little closer, drawing strength from his best friend of six years.
Mercedes just let herself be pulled in, offering whatever she could to support Kurt. She knew this was going to be hard for him, seeing people he hadn't seen since he and Blaine had broken up, not knowing whose side they had taken. She had taken neither side but had stood by her friends whenever and however they needed her, like true friends do. Naturally she let Blaine have a piece of her mind first, but then she calmed down and listened to him and then smoothed things over. Kurt was her 'Boo' after all.
As they walked, Kurt kept looking around but still couldn't find who he was looking for, Blaine. They stopped at a table filled with both New Directions and Warblers.
Finn was the first to jump up and grab him about the waist into a tight hug. "Finn, put me down this instant you big lug. You are going to wrinkle my suit." Kurt scoffed at his little 'big' brother, all while grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, you don't mean that, Kurt." Finn laughs, buts set him down anyway, straightening his jacket. "How are you? Did you get settled in okay?"
"Yes, just fine. It's a lovely room surprisingly." Kurt answered as others at the table got up and began to encircle him for hugs of hellos.
A trio of hellos sounded from behind him as David, Wes, and Thad all ensnared him in a 'blazered' group hug.
"Blazers, guys. I thought you would have outgrown them by now or at least burned them." Kurt joked.
"Blasphemy, Kurt. You know when we perform as Warblers we must perform in uniform." Wes said very seriously.
Kurt leant into David and whispered, "Please tell me he left the gavel at home?"
Both Thad and David burst out with laughter at this, "He did. It's bronzed and sitting on his mantle." David replied.
"Thank goodness." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.
The group kept talking for a while until a pop of noise was heard from a microphone at the stage and Sebastian's voice came through the speakers. "All Warblers to the stage for the first number of the evening. All Warblers to the stage."