A/N: Imagine this as a filler/preview for the chapter coming up on Sunday.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy.

Blaine sits on the white leather couch in his living room, studiously ignoring the chaos surrounding him. After a few years at Dalton he learned fairly quickly that Jeff and Nick loved to make trouble and that most of the Warblers were only too happy to join in. Instead he focuses on the bizarre text he had just received from his maybe boyfriend. He and Kurt could be considered boyfriends, right?

My dad said to tell you that 'you might want to keep your friends on a shorter leash.' Whatever that means.

Blaine stares at the words, letting them filter in and out of his mind in a hundred different ways. A shorter leash. On his friends. Might want to keep them on a shorter leash. Whatever that means.

Then suddenly it hits him like the most obvious thing in the world, because really it kind of is.

"NIFF!"

The cacophony of noises suddenly dies down. The other Warblers who had come over to Blaine's house for some fun ("And Regionals talk," Wes added sternly when they had all arrived at first, even though no such talk has commenced and no one expected it to), know that tone of voice and immediately head for the door leading to the backyard and the always accessible in-ground pool, shooting Jeff and Nick either sympathetic smiles or manic grins at the prospect of their getting chewed out by Blaine.

Jeff, for his part, tries to quietly sneak outside with the rest of the group and leave Nick to handle the brunt of it, but Nick will have none of that. The brunette grabs the blond by the elbow with a vice grip and drags him over to where Blaine now stands, silently seething with his cell phone clutched tightly in his right hand.

"Why didn't you let me go?" Jeff whines, rubbing his elbow when Nick has deemed him to no longer project the vibe of a flight risk and releases his iron grip.

"This was all your idea!" Nick whisper-shouts in retort.

"You were the one who got the address from his phone," Jeff argues.

"Which I never would have done if you hadn't suggested the idea of finding Kurt in the first place," Nick counters.

"Well I'm sorry if we both wanted to get to know more about him."

"Don't bring me into this more than you already have, Jeffy. This was your idea and now you have to face the consequences."

"I don't care whose idea it was," Blaine interjects menacingly. "What did you do?"

"We maybe, might have, went to the car garage," Jeff mumbles, his voice hushed and a sharp contrast from his normal boisterous volume.

"WHY?" Blaine hears his voice echo in the room and clears his throat, then brings his voice down to a more socially acceptable level with a frustrated sigh. "Why?"

"We wanted to meet Kurt."

"And you were being mean and wouldn't let us talk to him or anything."

"For a reason," Blaine points out tiredly.

"We would have behaved!"

"Yeah. There would have been nice stories told, and kind compliments given. Nothing less and nothing more."

"I don't believe you two for a second."

"Fine, don't believe us."

"But we really did want to meet Kurt."

Blaine runs his hand over his face, his shoulders losing their tension. "I guess I can understand that," he says, to the surprise of both Jeff and Nick. "He is pretty incredible, after all."

"Oh… my God, you're so in love with him you're going to let us off the hook!"

"Praise whatever being brought Kurt into Blaine's life."

"Amen to that brother."

"Guys, shut up." The duo standing across from Blaine rein in their unreserved joy at being let off the hook to look at their group's lead expectantly. "How does Kurt's dad fit into all of this?"

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that," Jeff responds, deceptively scratching the back of his neck while elbowing Nick in the back.

"Ow," Nick said aloud with an upset glance at Jeff. "What was that for?"

"I don't know what you mean," Jeff replies, looking significantly into Nick's eyes for a moment before returning his attention to a now suspicious Blaine.

"Oh," Nick breathes quietly, the unsaid message finally received successfully. "Yeah, we saw Kurt's dad. He kind of wormed some information out of us. Who we were, how we knew Kurt, basic stuff like that."

"You met Kurt's dad before me?" Blaine splutters incredulously. "Great. Now he has a bad impression of me."

"I take offense to that," Jeff instantly comments.

"As do I," Nick adds.

"And for the record, thanks to us, he has a great impression of you."

"My fellow Warbler makes a valid point. When we got there Burt thought you were maybe a bad influence, maybe one of those rich kids who does drugs on the side. But we set him straight."

"Yep. Told him all about your academic achievements, about how nice your hair looks, and how you're too much of a goody-goody to even look at drugs, let alone try any."

"If you think that's enough to get you off the shit list, you are sorely mistaken," Blaine threatens calmly.

Jeff whimpers, hiding behind Nick in an attempt to escape Blaine's imminent wrath. Nick rolls his eyes at the gesture, more than used to Jeff's cowardice by now. Sharing a room with the blond has desensitized him to his crazy antics for the most part.

"But," Blaine adds after a satisfying amount of seeing Jeff tremble and Nick try his best to not show any response, "I'll let you go. For now."

Jeff, the total drama king he is, immediately leaps out from behind the safety of Nick's body and prostates himself at Blaine's feet. "I am eternally in your debt."

"Damn straight you are," Blaine mutters in response.

Just as Blaine finally convinces Jeff to get off the floor and stand on his own two feet like a normal human being, David rushes into the room, his eyes wide and his face creased in a telltale fashion for those who know him well enough.

Blaine fully turns his attention to the council member. "David, what's wrong?"

The senior strides directly to Blaine, his steps fast and purposeful. His voice comes out terse and tense. "Someone is here asking for you. They found Wes first."

"What are you talking about? Who's here?"

"Just come on," the elder tosses over his shoulder, not even waiting for the other three boys to take a step. "You'll see."

A/N: I apologize if this seems a little rushed, but in all honesty it was. I hadn't done any writing at all these last couple of weeks (puppy-sitting, not feeling up to it, working at the shop, going to Cinco De Mayo this past weekend) but I was determined to get you all an update this week before my brother woke up and took over the computer but I just couldn't get anything down, which sucks, so here we are now. And I was doing so well keeping to the schedule too.