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Kurt sighed as he walked through Blaine's almost-empty house. He ran upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door.
"Come in." Blaine said from inside.
Kurt walked through the doorframe and smiled at his boyfriend playing on his phone. "Hey. Whatcha doing?"
"Deleting all of my so-called Dalton friends from my contacts on my phone, and defriending them on Facebook." Blaine said simply.
Kurt sat down in the armchair next to Blaine's bed. "They haven't called to apologize, yet?"
"Nope." Blaine sighed heavily and threw his phone back on his bed. "All I wanted was to invite the Warblers to West Side Story. That's all I wanted. Instead, I get an ill-fated trip to a gay bar, betrayed New Directions by blabbing about our Regionals setlist, and I end up missing Michael Week because of a tainted slushy!"
"It wasn't your fault." Kurt reached over to squeeze his boyfriend's hand gently. His surgery was successful, however, he needed to take it really easy for two weeks, which included limited visitors. "You didn't know what would happen."
Blaine swallowed, and his eyes burned, but not because of the surgery. "I'm sorry, Kurt. You warned me about him. I...I just...liked the attention he gave me. Maybe I hung around him was because he kept showering me with compliments- albeit slightly inappropriate compliments- and...maybe I just needed that. You're about the only person who sees me for who I am and just accepts me unconditionally."
Kurt's heart went out for Blaine. His parents don't agree with his lifestyle, and his brother was never around. It must be tough not to have a support system. He smiled and pulled out a large, white card made from construction paper.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that." Kurt gave Blaine the card. "It's a get well card. Everyone in New Directions signed it."
Blaine's chest swelled with emotion. "Well...at least I have some friends."
Kurt chuckled. "You do."
"How did this happen?" Blaine asked, getting choked up. "How did the Warblers go from being perfect gentlemen to out-of-control...slushy throwers?"
"'Slushy-throwers' isn't very dapper..." Kurt said teasingly.
"Yeah, well, neither is throwing around slushies at people." Blaine grumbled. He folded his arms.
"Honestly...I think Sebastian may have corrupted them." Kurt shrugged. "I mean...the Council has been a long standing tradition since Dalton was founded. Now he's their Captian?"
"Dalton also has a no-bullying policy." Blaine mentioned.
"Yeah, well, rules are meant to be broken, apparently." Kurt rolled his eyes. He paused for a minute reflecting on the situation. "I feel like you're always saving me."
Blaine smiled lovingly. "I'd take a bullet for you if I have to."
Kurt blushed and got choked up. He sniffed and cleared his throat. "I would, too." Kurt leaned over and gently kissed Blaine on the lips.
"I'm sorry I was so passive." Blaine said, sniffing. "I should have been more firm and just stayed clear of him."
"Well, it could have been worse." Kurt nodded. "You know, he told me that New Directions is a joke, and that you are too good for me, and by the end of the year, he'll have you, and I'll have a Lima Bean apron and a gay face."
Blaine stared at his boyfriend in shock. "What? When did he say that?"
"Last month before Sectionals." Kurt replied, shrugging. He noticed his boyfriend's face turning from shock to horror to anger. "Blaine, it's fine. I'm not gonna let that bother me. I know I'm going to have you and a Tony award, and he'll be the one in a Lima Bean apron."
Blaine sighed, shook his head, and folded his arms. "I can't believe this. Did he even show any remorse for what he did to me, and almost did to you?"
"Not according to Santana." Kurt shook his head. "She said someone spoke up at the mention of your surgery and asked if you were going to be okay. Sebastian stopped him, though."
Blaine nodded slowly. Anger and hatred for Sebastian was boiling up inside him. "Okay. You know what? That tears it." He swung his legs over the bed, clumsily stood up, and headed for the door.
Kurt's eyes widened. He leapt up to stop him. "Blaine, honey, you should be in bed."
"Oh, I'll be in bed, right after I put Sebastard in a coma and a full body cast!" Blaine snapped and grabbed the door handle. Something popped into his head, and he let go. "No, you know what? Never mind. I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of him knowing he got to me. I'll let him live in fear of being beaten up by me- or better yet, my protective older brother!" He put both hands on Kurt's shoulders and sighed. "Thanks for the talk, baby. You're the best boyfriend ever." He kissed Kurt and flopped back onto his bed.
Kurt gave a huge sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to stumble through Dalton and end up fainting, giving Sebastian more reason for him to give them a hard time.
"...Does he even know you have a brother?"
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