A/N:

So when I said I wouldn't leave you in suspense? I lied. But it wasn't my fault! Fucking year 12. I hate it.

Oh, and also I would just like to give a quick thank you to my lovely friend Ash, who has been whoring my story out on Tumblr. I really appreciate it!

Anyway, sorry for the wait; and here is chapter four. Enjoy :)

The drive home was silent and awkward. Kurt found himself wishing that he could just magically teleport out of the car but no. Hayley drove while occasionally glancing at Kurt and tapping her hands on the steering wheel in time to the awful heavy metal music that was playing quietly.

"So, how do you know Blaine?" She said finally.

"We go to school together. We're just friends," Kurt added quickly.

"Oh. Sorry, it's just so hard for me to keep up these days because, you know, he has so many friends."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing," She said. Liar.

"How do you know Blaine?" He asked.

"My parents moved next door to his parents before Ev, Blaine and I were even born. But here we are, seventeen years later and our families are still as close as anything."

"Oh." Kurt was practically suffocating due to the amount of awkwardness in the air.

"Great concert by the way," He said finally. He had to say something or he would have jumped face first out of Hayley's car.

"Thanks."

"No really. You guys are good, even though I'm not into heavy metal, and Blaine and I only came for one song." Hayley glanced at him, before turning her attention back to the road. Oh shit, was she supposed to know that they only saw one song? Great. Yet another reason for this girl to hate me. Actually, I shouldn't even be sucking up to her, Kurt thought.

"Yeah, the only way I can get Blaine to come to my concerts is if I tell him that he only has to stay for the final song." Thank god, Kurt thought. He was getting worried there.

"It's really amazing how popular you guys are," Kurt said. Ok, maybe he was sucking up a little bit.

"I know, right? It's so weird. I never thought people would like us. And it's not just our covers that they love; they actually like our original songs as well. It's just so surreal to see people in the audience singing along to songs that I wrote with Blaine and the rest of the guys in my basement!" She actually turned to Kurt and smiled at him as she talked about her band, and how wonderful her fans have been and how exciting everything is, but Kurt was only paying attention to one thing.

"Wait, Blaine writes songs?" He asked.

"Yeah," she answered, throwing him a knowing glance.

"Like what?"

"Acoustic stuff mostly. Sometimes Jace, Cam, Ty and Ash will help him with the music, but Blaine plays like, every instrument ever created, so he'll usually just do it himself. His songs are great because he just writes about his life and what he sees. Nothing is fake about his music, which is really great to see."

"I never knew that…"

"He doesn't tell many people. He and I used to go to Café's to perform. We haven't done that since I left for LA though. I really miss it."

"Well, whenever you go, make sure you let me know. You have an amazing voice." They had reached Dalton at this point. Hayley studied Kurt when she stopped the car.

"Kurt, you're not making this very easy for me," She said finally.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not supposed to like you, but you're ruining it."

"Wait, what?"

"Never mind."

"I'm confused. Do you hate me, or do you like me?" Hayley rolled her eyes. And, ladies and gentlemen, Bitch!Hayley was back.

"Stay away from Blaine, and then maybe we can get along." Make that Superbitch!Hayley.

"Excuse me?"

"What, did I stutter?" Oh no she didn't. "Come on, let's just get inside. Knowing Blaine, he's probably freaking out right now. God, that dude worries too much."

"I'm not helping you into the school until you tell me what your problem is!" Hayley smiled. Fucking patronising bitch.

"There's a perfectly good window that connects to the dorm hall over there, and I used to be a cheerleader. So in other words, I don't need your help. Meet you inside Kurt," She said, smiling at him sweetly before hurrying off into the darkness. Kurt was lost for words. If that girl didn't have bipolar disorder, then Kurt was a turtle. He sighed and made his way into Dalton (no windows required here), because Hayley was right. Blaine was probably freaking out right now.

And freaking out he was. Blaine was in his and Wes's dorm, pacing, and occasionally glancing at his alarm clock.

"Ok, dude, calm down. Your making me worried," Wes said, looking up from is video game after Blaine's twelfth lap.

"But Harley is never late and we left after her and she's never late so why isn't she here and Kurt was in her car so why is she late and where did they go and what if something happened and Kurt was in her car so what if something happened they might have crashed or she may have killed him I don't know but where are they just- aah!" He said, without breathing. He fell onto his bed, covering his face. He didn't move.

"Um… Wes? I think Blaine's dead," David said, poking Blaine in the face.

"Doesn't surprise me. Does that kid even know how to breathe?"

"No, I'm serious dude, I think he died."

"Who died?" Hayley asked, climbing in gracefully from the window. Kurt walked in through the door a few seconds after. David looked at their expressions. Hayley was smirking and Kurt looked downright furious. He was about to say something, but Blaine had jumped up suddenly and threw his arms around Hayley.

"Would you look at that, he wasn't dead after all!" Wes exclaimed, not taking his eyes off the television.

"Where were you!" Blaine asked, still hugging Hayley.

"We came straight here. We were just a little late because I was on the phone before we left, and when we got here, Kurt and I had a… Well… A nice little chat in the car. But you didn't have to be so worried."

"You know why I have to be worried about you," Blaine said, before letting her go and giving Kurt an even bigger hug. And it was in that moment that Kurt almost died himself.

"I don't know what she said, but don't listen to her," Blaine whispered, sending shivers down Kurt's spine.

"Will you love-birds stop hugging? There are other people in this room, you know," Wes said. Blaine rolled his eyes, and let Kurt go, winking at him. Kurt almost died again. God, if he's like this when they just hug, then he would be afraid to think about what he's going to be like when they kiss. He watched Blaine sit next to Hayley, who was texting. He sighed. If they ever kiss.

"So, I now feel obliged to welcome our newest WAD-Crew member, and I think we should explain the rules or some shit," David said.

"WAD-Crew?" Kurt asked.

"Weekend at Dalton Crew. Wes made it up," Blaine explained.

"Basically, what's said in this room stays in this room. Got it?" Hayley said. Kurt nodded.

"Good. Now Wesley, let's break out the Mario Kart, and start this evening off right!"

"Mario Kart, really?"

"It's actually the best game ever invented. Now, which character do you want to be Kurt? I'd say you were more of a Princess Peach type of person, but feel free to pick," Wes said, tossing him a Wii remote.

"Actually, I'm alright. I'm not much of a Mario Kart person."

"Then you sir, are an incredibly deprived and strange child. Blaine? You in?" David asked, waving the Wii remote around.

"No thanks."

"Alright, well, while we play this game you two better not be doing anything inappropriate. And if you are, condoms are in my top drawer," Wes said, and Blaine threw a pillow at his head before grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him to his bed. Kurt sat on the edge of Wes's bed, facing Blaine.

"Oh, by the way, Blaine!" Hayley called. "Go on Skype. Your brother wants to talk to you."

"Harley, you didn't."

"I didn't do anything! He just wants to talk. That's all."

"Yeah, bullshit." Seriously? The swearing! "Alright, Kurt. I think it's high time you met my brother."

"Should I be worried?" Kurt asked as Blaine laid on his stomach and opened his laptop.

"Well… He looks exactly like me, but acts exactly like Harley, so yes. Yes you should."

"Is he as bipolar as Hayley?" Blaine laughed.

"No. Harley isn't bipolar, just protective," He said for like, the hundredth time. Kurt still didn't know why Hayley needed to protect Blaine, but he just couldn't be bothered asking. "And Everett? Well, let's just say that you can't put a label on his craziness."

"He sounds delightful."

"He really is," Blaine said, typing something random on his laptop. There was silence for a moment, before Blaine smiled.

"Hey loser. You wanted to talk to me?" Blaine said before waving Kurt over.

He walked over and laid down next to Blaine, staring in wonder at the guy looking back at him. "Kurt, that's Everett. Ev, this is Kurt."

Everett looked identical to Blaine. As in, if they were standing next to each other, Kurt wouldn't be able to tell you which one was which.

"Well little brother, he seems to be a lot better than the last one," Everett said, smirking at him.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Ugh, again I am so sorry for the wait! Let's hope chapter five will be up a lot quicker this time.

Anyway, you know the drill. Review if you wish (but it would be awfully nice if you did), and I'm sorry for the slight cliff hanger. All will be explained in good time, I promise!

Thanks for reading,

- Lily xx