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Part 3:

"Thanks for meeting me, guys."

"No problem." Mercedes leaned forward a little, and Finn shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Now tell me why the hell I couldn't let Kurt know I was meeting you today."

Blaine sighed and took a sip of his Coke.

"Kurt told me he's going back to McKinley." he began. "I told the Warblers yesterday...and they want to say good-bye to him."

Finn's eyes widened and Mercedes leaned back in the booth, smiling slightly.

"Really." she said. "I'm shocked, I thought they'd be unhappy to lose his voice."

Blaine sighed.

"He thought so too, but we don't have much to lose to be honest - especially after you guys beat us at Regionals." he replied.

"What about you?" She pressed. "You're together. Weren't - Aren't you upset he's leaving Dalton?"

He sighed exasperatedly.

"Of course I'm upset. I care about him a lot - you both know that." Finn nodded and Mercedes pursed her lips. "I just want him to be happy and safe."

"That's awesome, dude," said Finn, "'cause if you hurt him, I'll both help Burt hide your body."

Mercedes snorted slightly.

"And I will help Mr. Hummel kill you. That's a promise, Small Fry."

Blaine snorted.

"'Small Fry'? Like I haven't heard that one before." he fiddled idly with the straw in his glass. "I would never hurt him. You two of all people know that."

"To be fair, we don't," said Mercedes wisely. "I've only hung out with you a total of three times, counting this one - and one of those times you were drunk out of your mind."

"Gee thanks for reminding me," said Blaine sarcastically. "and to be fair, you were pretty hammered yourself."

"Yeah, but I wasn't the one who hurt Kurt by making out with Rachel."

Blaine was stunned.

"You know about that?"

"I was there remember?" she snapped. "I may have been drunk, but I'm pretty sure I remember you sucking her face off. 'Your face...tastes awesome.' Ring any bells?"

Blaine glared at her.

"Look Blaine, just to be clear - you hurt him and your ass is ours." interjected Finn, ending the conversation.

Blaine nodded.

"Alright spill," ordered Mercedes. "What is it the Warblers want?"

"The plan was to come to McKinley and sing." began Blaine. "but I told them I want to time it with his transfer becoming official."

"He told me that he'd be back around noon on Wednesday." said Mercedes. "We can get him to meet us in the courtyard."

"That'd work," said Blaine.

Finn frowned.

"You guys are a capella right?"

Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, we are." he replied.

"So...you don't need our band or anything? I'm pretty sure we could get them to set up..." he looked at Mercedes, who shrugged.

Blaine looked thoughtful.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea...kind of blending both McKinley and Dalton together." he checked his watch. "Crap, I'm running late - I asked him if he wanted to get coffee, said I'd pick him up around six-thirty."

"Go ahead." said Mercedes, smiling at him.

"I'll text you tomorrow." said Finn. "So you guys know when it's cool to, you know, sing."

Blaine grinned.

"Awesome. See you guys tomorrow."

"How'd it go?"

Blaine shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. He'd made it to the Hummel-Hudson house in pretty good time, only five minutes late for his date with Kurt. "Well you were wrong about thinking the Warblers would hate you." he replied as he pulled into the Lima Bean. "They're going to miss you."

Kurt stared down at his hands, which were balled into fists in his lap.

"I didn't think..." he said softly.

Blaine put his car in park and cut the engine.

"You didn't think they would, did you?" he said.

Kurt shook his head. Blaine turned and touched his arm.

"Believe it or not, you became a part of the Warbler family while you were at Dalton." he said gently. "They understand why you're going back."

Kurt sighed.

"I feel like a jerk for not telling them myself." he said honestly. "If I wasn't trying to get everything in order for McKinley, I'd ask if we could head over there, so I could say good-bye properly..."

Blaine arched an eyebrow.

"Kurt, even if we did, it's after hours - the school's locked up and the Warblers are all at home."

"I know," the counter-tenor snapped. "I didn't mean today, Blaine, I mean...some time this week."

"I'm sure they'd like that." Blaine tried to smile. He was trying to push the Warblers out of his mind for the time being, hoping it would calm his nerves about singing tomorrow.

The Warblers had decided to sing Somewhere Only We Know, by Keane. There was no choreography, like there had been at Regionals (and even that had been minor, nowhere near as elaborate as Aural Intensity or New Directions). They were simply working on the arrangement. He knew they had met today to rehearse, but he had opted out (thankfully Wes and David understood) to spend more time with Kurt.

He would catch up with them tomorrow before they left Dalton to go to McKinley.

Kurt frowned.

"What?"

Blaine flinched.

"Huh?" he said.

Kurt sighed and opened the passenger door.

"You were staring." he said.

Blaine smiled.

"Sorry." He opened the driver's side door and climbed out of the car. A moment later, he joined Kurt, lacing their fingers together as they walked into the coffee shop. "You ready to go back tomorrow?"

Kurt grinned.

"I can't wait."

Blaine was quiet for a moment.

"Do they know you're coming back?" he asked.

The counter-tenor shook his head.

"No, just Mercedes and Finn know." he looked over at his boyfriend as they joined the line forming at the cash register. "You know what Finn told me last night?"

"What?"

"He broke Rachel's nose last week."

Blaine's jaw dropped.

"What? I thought they broke up! Is she okay?"

Kurt laughed.

"Slow down, okay? She's fine - she wants to have plastic surgery."

Blaine frowned, and when they reached the front of the line, Kurt gave the cashier their order. As Blaine moved to pay, but Kurt shook his head, smiling a little, and fished his wallet out of his pocket.

"It's on me tonight." he said, smiling softly.

Blaine sighed.

"Has she considered the risks that go with that?"

Kurt shrugged.

"I guess New Directions tried talking her down - at least Finn and Puck tried. She hasn't changed her mind."

"Hmm." The two lapsed into silence as they retrieved their coffee and headed for a free table. "So, did you bring him warm milk?"

Kurt smacked his arm playfully.

"I told you before, it's delicious!"

Blaine smothered a snort, and then Kurt quickly changed the topic to the latest fashion trends.

"I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to go either."

"I'm going to miss you."

"It's not like you're going to Paris. We'll still see each other. We're more or less in the same spot we were before you transfered to Dalton."

"But before I transfered we were just friends." Kurt pointed out. "It's going to be different."

"But a good kind of different, right?" said Blaine, smiling at him.

Kurt smiled back, then leaned over and kissed his boyfriend's cheek.

"Yeah." he said softly.

Blaine sighed.

"C'mon." he said. "Let's go before your dad has half a mind to come charging out of here with a shotgun."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed the passenger's side door open.

"How many times do I have to tell you? He doesn't own a shotgun."

Blaine snorted and climbed out of the driver's side.

"Gun's the most lethal thing he's threatened me with - remember our first date after Regionals?"

Kurt laughed and walked over, sliping his hand into his boyfriend's as they walked up the driveway.

"Your face was priceless." he said. "It took my word, plus Finn's and Carole's to convince you that Burt Hummel does not carry a gun."

"Hey, I still have a right to fear him," stated Blaine, "I'm dating his son - you. Oh, and maybe you forgot, but the man is a mechanic and owns his own shop. He has many other lethal tools at his disposal."

They'd reached the front porch, and Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's hand. He turned to face the taller boy and found that Kurt was smiling tenderly, yet bemusedly at him.

"I'd make sure he wouldn't ever hurt you." he whispered.

Blaine's eyes softened, and he closed the gap between them, and pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips.

Kurt's arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer against Blaine, effectively deepening the kiss.

Blaine broke it off eventually, and lightly traced his fingers across Kurt's cheek.

"How about a movie tomorrow after school?" he asked quietly.

Kurt smiled.

"That sounds great."

The front door opened, and Blaine watched as Kurt's father stepped out onto the porch.

"Dad," said Kurt, "Blaine and I...were just saying good-bye."

"I saw," said Burt dryly, "You're lucky Carole convinced me not to ambush you two."

Kurt turned a bright shade of red. Blaine fought back nervous laughter.

"So...I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" he said to his boyfriend.

The counter-tenor sighed, shot his father an exasperated look, then looked back at his boyfriend.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Woah. This was originally a lot longer. Seriously. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this!

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