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It's Tuesday! Everyone try not to die due to the awesomeness of tonight's episode! :D
Excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. I was just so excited about tonight. :D I was walking around my house this morning singing: It's Tuesday, Tuesday, gotta watch Glee on Tuesday. Everybody's looking forward to dying. It's Tuesday, Tuesday. Probably gonna squeal on Tuesday. Everybody's looking forward to some Klaine. (To the tune of "Friday" by Rebecca Black... although I will always prefer the Glee cast version. It's the only way I can stand listening to the song at all.)
Anyway, this chapter is sort of random, but that's how I like my boys so no complaints from me.
Hope you enjoy the chapter! And don't forget to PM/review with what your favorite part is.
The boys settled themselves on the floor in front of the TV. They set up rosters so that everyone could have a chance to play. Finn, Puck, Wes, and David were going first.
Blaine leaned his back against Finn's bed, watching as Finn and Puck owned David and Wes in the game. The two Warblers were good, but Finn and Puck were better. Blaine laughed as David swore when Puck had killed him, once again, with another headshot.
"So, Blaine, how was New York?" Artie asked while he wheeled over beside Blaine and handed him a soda. Blaine took it and thanked him.
"It was great. Did a lot of tourist-y stuff. Kurt loved every minute of it."
"How did you propose?"
Blaine was a bit taken aback. He hadn't really expected the question so soon and he wasn't sure how to tell about it. Was he allowed to tell everyone? Maybe he should ask Kurt first… but Rachel and Mercedes already knew. Which meant that Kurt was most likely telling all the girls right now. So why shouldn't Blaine enjoy telling his version of the story?
"I took him up to the top of the Empire State Building once the sun was setting."
"Really?" Sam had walked up while Artie was questioning Blaine. Blaine hadn't even noticed.
"Yeah. It went great."
"Wow," Sam clapped him on the back. "Nice job."
"Did he cry?" Finn asked, keeping his eyes on the screen as he snuck up behind Wes' character. He crowed triumphantly after successfully gaining another kill while Wes groaned.
"Yeah, but they were happy tears."
"That's good." Finn groaned as he was shot down by Wes. Wes grinned at him. "Wish I could've seen that. Kurt hates being vulnerable in front of people."
Blaine nodded. Remembering that Finn wouldn't be able to see said nod, he replied, "Yeah. He does."
The round was over. All the boys looked at the scores, half of them groaning and the other half high-fiving each other as the screen showed that Finn and Puck had won.
"Yes!" Puck shouted, pumping a fist in the air. He turned to David and Wes, smirking. "We OWN'D you two."
David and Wes scowled. "Whatever."
Mike, who had been pretty quiet up 'til then, said out of the blue, "Is it time to interrogate him yet?"
Blaine looked on, puzzled as the New Directions boys formed a huddle on the opposite of the room. Wes and David came to his side, whistling lowly.
"You're gonna get it now, dude," Wes observed.
"Oh yeah," David agreed. "If you say the wrong thing to Kurty, you're dead."
Blaine began to panic. Shit. They're going to come at me with the death threats now. Don't worry, Blaine. Just remain calm. Don't sweat, don't twitch. Just look them in the eye and answer honestly.
"You two aren't helping any," Blaine hissed. Wes and David merely chuckled.
"Alright, Blaine." Finn and the others stood before Blaine, towering over him. He stood up quickly, but it didn't really make much of a difference. The majority of the others still surpassed his height.
"Look, dude, we know Kurt loves you and you love him. But there's some things that need to be said."
"Puck's right. So this is how this is going to go, Blaine Warbler." Artie pointed out the order in which the boys stood. "Finn's first, as step-brother of course. Puck's second, as Finn's best friend and most regretful of how he used to treat Kurt. Then we have Sam, Mike, Wes and David, and then I'll finish up."
Blaine blinked. They really had this all planned out, didn't they? They really cared about Kurt and Blaine was glad that Kurt had so many people supporting him. But wait a second…
"Wes and David?" Blaine turned to his two best friends, who stood sheepishly in their places in the previously formed line.
"Yeah, Wes and I are in this too."
"We may not know Kurt as well as the rest of the guys, but we've come to love him as one of us nonetheless."
Blaine nodded. Finn pointed to a nearby chair and Blaine took a seat in it. He took in a deep breath and then said, "Alright. I'm ready."
Finn strode forward until he was right in front of Blaine. "Okay, look. I may not have been the best person to Kurt in the beginning. I was ignorant and stupid just like all the other football players. But Kurt changed me; he made me a better person. He gave me a father, a brother, and a happy mom all in one go and I will always be grateful to him. So, if you ever consider hurting him in any way, prepare to face my wrath. And Burt's shotgun." Finn nodded to himself, obviously pleased with the speech he had given.
Puck stepped up and took Finn's previous position. "Look prep school, I know I haven't been the best to Kurt. Hell, out of all of us, I was probably the worst. But Kurt's my boy now. And no one messes with my boy. I may have to be more careful, now that Beth's back in my life and I can't afford to go to Juvie. But if it comes down to it, Kurt comes before all of that. If he comes crying to us with a broken heart, I'll make sure you have some broken body parts to match. Got that?" Blaine nodded fearfully and Puck sat down, satisfied that Blaine got the message. "Good."
Sam took the podium next. "Other than you Warblers, I'm the one who knows Kurt the least. But in the short time that I've known him, I've learned that he's an amazing person. He has a killer voice, a great personality, more fashion style than Beyonce herself, and more kindness than Mother Teresa." Sam looked around self-consciously. "What? Mercedes is always talking about Beyonce!" he defended. "That's not the point." He turned back to Blaine, his previous serious expression back in place. "He helped me when my family was down. And now he is my family. So you hurt him, I hurt you. Understood?" Blaine nodded. "Glad to hear it. I wish the both of you happy lives from here on out."
Mike stepped up next. "I'm with Sam. Kurt's an amazing person. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I have to say that we failed him before. When the whole Karofsky thing happened, none of us were there as much as we should have been. We all regret that. You were there for him when none of us were, and we wholeheartedly thank you for that. Kurt wouldn't be the same if he hadn't met you. But you also need to realize that being with Kurt isn't going to be easy. Just because you're leaving Ohio, that doesn't mean all your problems are going to disappear. So if anything happens to Kurt, know that we'll all be on you in a second." Mike moved to take a spot next to Sam on the floor, waiting for Artie so that they could play the next round.
Wes and David moved into place. After a shared look, Wes began. "Look, Blaine, we know what you've been through. We know you would never hurt Kurt intentionally."
"But you have a tendency to be oblivious. Like Valentine's Day." Blaine winced at David mention the fateful Gap Attack. What was I thinking then?
"Exactly." Wes continued. "Then there was the time you told Kurt his sex faces looked like he had gas pains."
"And there was the time you had Burt give him the sex talk."
"THAT WAS YOU?" Finn bellowed from his seat beside Puck while the remaining boys either laughed or gasped.
"And we still have no idea how you couldn't tell that rambling endlessly about Kurt and how beautiful his voice is and how perfect his laugh is and how great he looks didn't give you the slightest clue that you fell in love with him from the first time you laid eyes on him." To their credit, Wes and David continued their speech throughout Finn's outburst.
"You two are horrible," Blaine grumbled.
"But," Wes interjected.
"You're also really good for Kurt. You're the one he opens up to when something's wrong. You're the one who comforts him, makes him laugh, and makes him feel special." David remarked.
"You love him for exactly who he is, sarcasm and diva-ness and all."
"We know you'll take care of him, Blaine."
"But just promise us one thing."
"Yeah?" Blaine had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"When you screw up, come to us before you try to fix it."
Blaine smiled. He had great friends. "I promise."
"Good." The duo sat down and watched as Artie wheeled forward to take their place.
"Blaine, out of all of us, I'd say I'm most sympathetic to you. I saw how you and Kurt work together. When we did West Side Story, Kurt would've killed for the part of Tony. And you, even though we all knew you'd get it without even trying out, you told Kurt that he could do it. You supported him. Hell, you even auditioned for smaller roles to make him happy. When he ran for president, you were right there. Even when he was low in the polls, you were there to keep his spirits up. And those are just two examples." Artie sighed wistfully, remembering how awesome it was to be the musical's director. Those were some good memories. "What I'm saying is, you and Kurt have a special connection. Nothing short of disaster can break that. So treat our boy good, and we won't have any problems."
Blaine stood, surveying the group of boys before him. They all had a protective gleam in their eyes, which Blaine was sure resembled how he looked at Kurt whenever hecklers were around. They may be moving forward with their lives, but all eight boys that were present in that room had one main thing that would always bring them together: caring about Kurt. Kurt had touched more lives than he'd ever imagine.
"I just want to say that I take all of your death threats to heart. I don't plan on ever hurting Kurt. As my two faithless have pointed out, I'm probably going to screw up eventually. But when that happens I plan to fix it right away. It means a lot to me to know that you all care about Kurt just as much as I do. I'm so glad to know that he has so many people who love and support him."
"Dude, don't get all mushy on us," Puck objected.
"Sorry. I'll wrap it up." Blaine took out his cell phone and looked at the picture of Kurt that had recently become his wallpaper. Kurt was smiling radiantly, standing in front of the same Broadway stage he and Rachel had snuck into at Nationals. His eyes were sparkling blue, like two pools of clear water that Blaine felt himself drowning in. This was his future; keeping Kurt this happy as much as possible was his goal. Blaine smiled. "I guess the point is that I love him and you guys have nothing to worry about."
The others nodded, expressing their approval. Sam, Artie, and Mike invited Blaine to play. He joined them. As they started strategizing, Finn said, "Seriously though. The sex talk thing was because of you?"
Meanwhile, Kurt and the girls were down in Kurt's bedroom seated on Kurt's bed. Santana and Brittany lay next to each other, pinkies entwined as per usual. Mercedes sat to Kurt's left and Rachel sat to his right. Tina sat on Mercedes' left and Quinn sat on Rachel's right. Kurt sighed contently as he looked around at all the girls. They had all been through so much together, as Mercedes had so eloquently pointed out on the phone earlier that day.
"Kurt."
"Yeah, 'Cedes?"
"We have question and we want answers."
Kurt immediately put up his guard. He had a feeling that this would happen. The girls had been quiet ever since they had entered his room, and they were only quiet when an interrogation was about to occur.
"Alright Porcelain," Santana said from her position next to Brittany, "We firstly want to know about whether or not you and the Hobbit did the nasty more than once on your week away."
Kurt blushed tellingly, giving Santana all the answer she needed. She grinned wickedly, clapping his back in congratulations. "Wanky."
"Kurt? Did you make dolphin babies? Because dolphin sex makes dolphin babies. Right?"
Kurt fought another blush and smiled at Brittany. He really did love the girl. She was so sweet and innocent, yet inadvertently naughty and straight to the point at the same time. "Yes, Britt we kissed and also," Kurt cleared his throat, glaring at Santana who chuckled at him, "…did other things. But no, we did not have dolphin babies."
Brittany's smile faded just a tad, but then brightened up as another thought entered her head. "Dolphins can't get pregnant then, but unicorns can. I can have a dolphin baby for you!"
Kurt nearly choked. "Britt, as much as I appreciate that, I don't think either Blaine or I are ready for a baby."
Brittany frowned. "But, they'd be so pretty." She protested.
"Hey Britt, let's leave Lady Face to make his own decisions about babies for now, okay?" Santana consoled. "He'll come around to like the idea eventually and I'm sure you will be the first person he asks."
Brittany's grin returned. "Really, Kurtie?"
Kurt smiled at the blonde. "Really, Britt."
"Yay!" She threw herself across the bed and into Kurt's arms. Kurt nearly fell backward from the force, but thanks to his stints in the Cheerios and on the football team Kurt's ab muscles were strong enough to hold them. He laughed as he squeezed Brittany back. Eventually Santana managed to pry her off, the two of them leaning back into their previous position.
"Don't think for a second that this lets you off the hook, Streisand. I want the dirty details and I will get them eventually," Santana threatened. Kurt blushed, but nodded regardless. He knew how devious she could be when she really wanted something.
"Now then, it's my turn." Mercedes declared. "How's my top white boy?"
Kurt grinned at his oldest friend. "I'm great, Merce. I still can't believe he actually proposed but every time I remember what he said and the people on top of the tower… I can't help but smile and sigh like a lovesick teenager."
"You are a lovesick teenager," Quinn pointed out. She had taken to painting her nails a demure red while the others conversed. Kurt glared at her, but she only shrugged in response and went back to painting her nails.
"Have you decided on anything for your wedding yet?" Rachel inquired. Mercedes and Kurt groaned simultaneously. The others looked at them, bemused.
"No, Rachel," Kurt replied, ignoring the confused looks from the rest of the girls. "Blaine and I just landed earlier today. When would we have had time to discuss anything?"
"On the plane, in the car while you were driving here, the morning before you left," Rachel listed, counting off each occasion on her fingers.
"Easier said than done." Kurt began listing the obstacles to Rachel's suggestions, mockingly listing them off on his fingers as he went. "Blaine was sleeping since he doesn't enjoy flying that much; Blaine was driving and he doesn't drive well when distracted; and I was left packing all of Blaine's belongings that morning because he was too much of a procrastinator to do so himself."
Rachel huffed. "I was just trying to be helpful."
"I know, and I appreciate it." Rachel pouted nonetheless, so Kurt tried to soothe her in another way. An annoyed Rachel was not a fun Rachel, after all. "If it makes you feel any better, I've already decided that you'll be the one who helps me decide on the menu."
Rachel's expression transformed from offended to excited in less than a minute. "I know just the thing!"
"Save it for the tastings," Quinn interrupted before she could go on into another rant.
"What do I get to help with, Kurt?" Tina asked eagerly.
"You're helping with decorations." Tina smiled, nodding enthusiastically.
"What about me?" Brittany inquired, jumping from her seat next to Santana and into Kurt's lap.
"You and Satan are in charge of escorting people to their seats along with Puck and Mike." Brittany squealed, hugging Kurt tightly before she skipped back to Santana. Santana linked her pinky back with Brittany's and sent Kurt an approving smirk. He had figured she'd enjoy being an usher; she'd probably love to kick out any troublemakers. "And 'Cedes, I want you and Carole to help me decide on locations."
"Sounds awesome to me," Mercedes replied.
"What do I get to do?" Quinn questioned as she blew on her nails to get them to dry faster.
"You're going to help Finn with writing his toast. We both know he'd be terrible at that." Quinn nodded understandingly, but Rachel looked upset. She was glaring at Quinn when her attention was elsewhere. Kurt sighed. Rachel still hadn't gotten over Finn and Quinn's on-and-off relationship.
"You'll be too busy helping me with everything Rach, considering you and Merce are going to be my maids of honor," Kurt declared casually.
As if on cue, Rachel and Mercedes squealed loudly at the same time. Kurt found himself in the middle of a three-way hug, and soon the rest of the girls joined in, making it into a group hug. Kurt smiled, hugging those nearest to him. These were his girls and he wouldn't want it any other way.
A/N: Next up: a night at the Hudmel home with Puck, Finn, Kurt, and Blaine. I have a feeling it's going to be a long chapter. :D
P.S. I know I favored the boys' conversation more, but I figure the guys would make a bigger deal out of threatening Blaine than the girls would with Kurt, so.
I currently have the Someone Like You/Rumor Has It mash-up on repeat. Listened to it 7 times atm. Can't wait for tonight! :D