A/N: Originally, this wasn't going to be continued... but now it is a two-shot (so the title doesn't completely make sense anymore; and I changed the characters slightly). I'm not all too sure about this, though. You can say I was a bit uninspired to write the last part :P But, hopefully you'll like it anyway :) Just to make sure - I'm not planning on writing another chapter for this. I've tried before to write make-up scenes between Kurt and Blaine after this entire thing, but it just feels awkward. So just imagine it the way you want it to be :)

Kurt was very suspicious when Finn was gone from the house all Saturday – he'd said he was at Puck's, to have some or other video games marathon with the other Glee guys, but something about the way he'd said it made Kurt doubt the truth of this claim. He didn't have much time to think about it, though – even before noon, Mercedes was standing on his doorstep, clearly wanting to spend the day with him. She didn't want to go anywhere, though; she just wanted to stay in and talk and watch movies. She had also take his cell phone, telling him off for not paying attention to what she was saying or what was going on at the screen.

In the next couple of hours, five other New Directions girls showed up at his house – he was glad Rachel didn't appear to be coming – and all of a sudden, the living room was very crowded. Luckily, he enjoyed spending time with the girls.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder if something was going on.

o-o-o-o-o

The next day was, if possible, even odder. When he'd asked the girls what they were doing on Sunday, they'd all made various excuses as to why they weren't going to be around. The previous day's video games marathon, in the meantime, had, apparently, been moved to the Hummel-Hudson household, which left Kurt in a house with the guys from his old Glee club. He knew that he and Finn should probably make the most of it now that their parents were gone for a weekend, but he didn't know why he should hang around the house all day, as the boys were adamant that he didn't leave the house.

Also, Mercedes had, knowingly or unknowingly, forgotten to return his cell phone to him the day before, so he couldn't even text or call anyone.

It was all very strange.

o-o-o-o-o

If possible, Blaine's weekend was even stranger than Kurt's. He'd expected two days of peace and quiet, lots of opportunities to do his homework, and even more opportunities to figure out how to get Kurt to talk to him again.

Apparently, that was too much to ask for.

Shortly before noon on Saturday – Blaine was in the library at that moment – a slightly frazzled David came speed walking towards his table, Wes close behind him.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked them, frowning a bit. It was unusual to see the two council members so out of it.

The two took the seats opposite Blaine and exchanged glances. "We just ran into one of the security guards," David told him. "Apparently, there are some guys outside who want to talk to you."

Blaine's frown deepened. "Some guys who want to talk to me? Why's that?"

The other two boys shrugged. "No idea," Wes replied. "The guard didn't mention that."

A slight shudder ran across Blaine's spine and he thought briefly about the possibility of his former tormentors being here now. But that wasn't likely, was it? They'd chased him out, they'd gotten what they wanted – there was no need to follow him here. But – what other group of guys would be here for him on a Saturday morning?

"Are you okay?" David asked worriedly. Blaine nodded worriedly, and David continued, "Should we go downstairs with you? To make sure you're alright."

Blaine sent him a tight smile. He usually didn't want to appear weak, or in need of help, or vulnerable. In fact, the only person at Dalton who'd ever seen him like that, if only just a little, was Kurt, but Kurt wasn't here, was never here during weekends, would not be back until two days later, and was currently not even speaking with Blaine.

"Sure," he responded in the end. "Thanks, guys."

He gathered his stuff, placed it all carefully in his bag, and got up. Stiffly, he walked in between Wes and David as they made their way downstairs. After exchanging a few words with the guard, it was decided that the boys were allowed in for now – but if they gave Blaine any kind of trouble, they would be thrown out immediately.

The doors weren't even halfway open when a loud voice said, "Finally!" Unconsciously, Blaine took a few steps back.

The group of boys that entered were, fortunately, not Blaine's former classmates and bullies. He didn't know if he should be relieved or not, as he had no idea how to feel about the presence of the five New Directions guys here at Dalton.

"Uh, hi," he greeted them nervously, taking another step back.

Soon, it became clear that the boys were not here to chitchat. Mike crossed his arms over his chest threateningly, while Puck balled his hands into fists. Finn and Sam took a few steps forward, towering over Blaine like the giants they were. Artie just glared at him – for now.

"I'm sorry," Wes spoke up, sounding confused, "but who are you, why are you here, and why are you all eyeing Blaine like you want to kill him?"

Well, that was a comforting thought.

"We're not going to kill him," Mike replied quickly.

"God knows what Kurt would do to us if we did," Finn muttered.

"Wait, you're Kurt's friends?" David asked, alarmed.

"That we are," Puck replied, looking like he was sizing up Wes and David. Blaine figured that they were not the people Puck would be afraid of – the presence of the security guard, however, would hopefully be enough to stop Puck from doing anything. Blaine felt somewhat safer.

"And I'm his stepbrother," Finn added in a serious tone.

"We don't like other people messing with our boy," Puck said, not taking his eyes off of Blaine now.

"A lot of good that has done him," Wes retorted. "You obviously let people mess with him or he wouldn't be at Dalton, now would he?"

Blaine didn't know why Wes was doing this – he, for one, didn't feel like riling up these guys even more than he apparently already had. He couldn't help but agree a little, though.

"We stood up to Karofsky for him, so we're going to stand up to you as well," Artie told him in a serious tone. Blaine was actually surprised to hear this – he'd thought no one noticed the bullying – but he couldn't help but notice that Finn looked a little uneasy when Artie said this.

"When did that happen?" Blaine cursed himself for not thinking that one through – when exactly had he lost his filter?

"About a week before he transferred," Mike responded.

"Which is far too late if you ask me." Apparently, David had a death wish too. "If you really were his friends, you should've done something much earlier."

Finn shuffled uncomfortably. "Kurt doesn't exactly tell us what's going on in his life," he muttered.

"Because you didn't pay him an awful lot of attention," Wes told him. "At some point, you must've made him feel so alone that he'd rather tell a complete stranger about what was going on than his friends and teammates at the time."

"What could Blaine have possibly done that's worse than that?" David wondered out loud, and Blaine barely suppressed a groan. He'd been more than happy while he hadn't been the subject of the conversation. The boys all exchanged looks, and Blaine didn't completely trust that.

"I think he knows perfectly well what he's done," Puck said after a pause. "And it was a shitty thing to do." Blaine did know indeed. Kurt had told him, after all, right after Blaine had agreed to go out with Rachel. He looked up to Blaine; he didn't want him to run back into the closet. Blaine had been hoping they could talk about it after he'd confirmed that he was, in fact, really gay, but Kurt had left the coffee shop while he'd been using the restroom.

"I know," he confirmed. "But no one gave me the opportunity to make up with him and talk about the matter."

"You'd better do that soon," Finn warned, and the other boys nodded.

"Or we may decide to beat you up anyway," Puck continued, and Artie wheeled his chair a little closer to Blaine.

"I'll break your toes and you won't be able to do any weird dances on stage anymore," he warned. Or jump on the furniture, Blaine added mentally.

"I'll… keep it in mind?" he replied. He knew that these guys were just looking out for Kurt, and he was glad they did – because there was no way Blaine could do that all by himself; not while he needed someone to look after him too sometimes – but he wished that they could be a little less intimidating when they did so. And to think, they probably didn't even know exactly what had been said during their fight.

"You'd better," Puck scoffed, cracking his knuckles one last time.

After some more threats and some more grumbling, the boys left, talking about some or other new video game that had just come out. Wes and David looked at Blaine questioningly, but he didn't feel like explaining the whole situation to them. Of course, they knew that he and Kurt were fighting – every Warbler had noticed that when they hadn't sat down next to one another during the first meeting after the fight – but neither boy had bothered to tell anyone at Dalton why the fight had occurred and what had caused it.

o-o-o-o-o

When the next day, the guard himself came to get Blaine, he feared the worst. This feeling was only intensified when he was told that there was a group of girls waiting for him now. It didn't take him long to figure out who these girls would be.

For some reason, the security people didn't appear to think girls were much of a threat, as they retreated into their office – leaving Blaine to face the wrath (he couldn't think of another reason why the girls would be at Dalton) of Kurt's female friends all by himself.

He briefly considered running back to his room, locking his door and staying there all day, but if he did that, Kurt would definitely hear about that. Then Kurt would know for sure that Blaine didn't really follow his own advice, and he'd be even more disappointed in him. Blaine couldn't have that; he valued their friendship far too much for that.

Taking a deep breath (and possibly sending up a quick prayer), Blaine braced himself for the onslaught as he opened the front doors. The six girls standing outside took one look at him before marching in. Blaine suddenly appreciated the boys' method a bit more – at least they hadn't intruded his personal space.

The girls didn't seem to be as organised as the boys, which surprised him. They just screamed and shouted at him as if their lives depended on it, but Blaine couldn't quite make out what exactly they were telling him. He strongly suspected that it must generally be the same thing as what the boys had also told him. The girls, however, punctuated everything they said by punching his arm or whatever body part they could reach. Blaine would be black and blue if he survived this day.

After many insults and threats from the girls, Blaine was, once more, left standing in the main hall of his school, wondering when exactly his life had become this weird.

A/N: So... what do you think? Let me know, please leave a review! :)