A/N: This one is dedicated to 1gleefan. You'll know why when you read it.

David strides quickly ahead, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick trailing in his wake trying to keep their minds from overflowing with bad thoughts. David isn't usually so tense. Careful with his words maybe, but rarely short as he's been since his announcement. Blaine falls slightly behind, his mind whirring. What if Burt hadn't believed Jeff and Nick, did some digging, found Blaine's home address somehow (the auto shop paperwork!), and was now present to give his two cents (or maybe two barrels) on how Blaine had moved in so quickly on his only son? What if Burt was the possessive type of dad that let no one approach their child, let alone some stranger?

He couldn't keep himself from his irrational worries despite every story Kurt had told over the last few days about Burt being a teddy bear once you got to know him. Burt seemed nice enough from what Jeff and Nick had related from their time with him, but they were on a completely different level than Blaine. They weren't interested in dating Burt Hummel's son.

Whoa, slow down. Now I'm getting way ahead of myself. Who knows if Kurt is even in a place where he wants a relationship?

Before he can pursue that line of thought any further, he walks straight into Nick's back. Rubbing his forehead and grunting at the sudden impact, Blaine leans to the right to see what the hold up is. What meets his eyes is two teenagers he's never seen before keeping Wes within their intense gazes.

He's not going to lie, he's already a little intimidated just by their looks. The guy, dressed all in black with chains hanging from his pockets and a confident smirk on his face, leans comfortably against the wall while the girl, her figure striking in a form-fitting jumpsuit and formidable stilletto heels and wearing an equally confident smirk, stands before Wes. Blaine can't tell who's in charge between the two of them, but his inner voice tells him neither one should be willingly messed with. Then the boy's gaze leaves Wes and lands on the new arrivals to the room, his eyes sweeping the small group before finally settling on Blaine.

"Look who finally decided to show up to his own party," he comments, idly chewing on a toothpick set in the right side of his mouth. He motions with his foot to get his friend's attention.

She too looks at Blaine and her smirk intensifies into a smile, which is somehow even more intimidating than the smirk she wore before. Her eyes gleam with mischief and Blaine wonders who they are and just what the hell he's gotten himself into.

"Hello, Hobbit. You look smaller in person, which I didn't think was possible."

"Who are you?" Ignoring the anxiety fluttering within him, Blaine keeps his voice steady and unaffected.

"Us?" The guy straightens up, revealing another inch or two to his height. "We're your worst nightmare."

"Or," the girl adds from her position in front of Wes, "the best allies you could ever ask for."

Blaine ignores the cryptic answers and tries another approach. "How did you know where I live?"

"I have sources," one shrugs.

"As do I," the other chimes in.

Blaine sighs. This is going nowhere. Might as well see what their intentions are. "Okay... What do you want from me?"

"That's the fun part, actually. We're here to deliver a message."

"I'm Puck and my girl here is Santana. We're close friends of Kurt's. We've heard about you," the boy says, finally giving Blaine the answers he's been wanting since the moment he spotted them. He walks closer, his eyes boring into Blaine's with every step. Blaine feels an involuntary shiver run down the back of his neck. "I'll keep this short and simple: You mess with our boy, and you'll be messing with us. And we don't tolerate being messed with. Do we, Tana?"

"Hell to the no. I have razorblades in my hair for a reason."

Puck nods satisfactorily. He then returns all his attention to Blaine, leaving the room in silence for a few seconds before finally speaking again. "You got the message now, Blaine?"

Blaine finds the strength within himself to give the affirmative in a level voice. On the inside he feels like his intestines are on fire.

"Good. We'll be taking our leave now. This party sucks."

"Remember Gel Head, you hurt Kurt and we hurt you."

"But we'd much prefer to not reach that point. We could all be friends, you know."

Blaine nods, unsure how to handle their sudden change in tone.

Puck slaps him jovially on the back, his face breaking into a genuine smile, and Santana laughs. In that moment Blaine sees a glimpse of what Kurt must see in them. Kindness, loyalty, an abnormal sense of humor. He thinks maybe, if he and Kurt take what they have to the next level, he could be friends with these two, if only they'd let him.

"Later, Garglers."

"They're named after birds, Puck. Sheesh, even I know that."

"Whatever."

With the sound of the door closing behind them cutting off any further sounds of their conversation, the Warblers come alive, the spell of the intruders broken at last.

"What was that?!"

"Is Kurt some gangster or something?"

"Is he secretly famous and those two were his bodyguards?"

"I don't know man, they weren't really that buff."

"Maybe not, but I know I was a little scared."

"Should we call the police and report them for trespassing?"

"Blaine is crazy for putting himself into this, if you ask me."

"Enough!" Blaine shouts over the hubbub. "We're not calling the police, Kurt isn't some secretly famous gangster, and luckily for you Wyatt, no one asked you."

"This is absurd!"

"Shut up, Thad."

"Guys, you all need to calm down. We met Kurt's dad," Jeff interjects, motioning between himself and Nick, "and I can guarantee you that Kurt isn't a gangster."

"Yeah, he's an everyday kind of guy," Nick adds. "And if Blaine is so in love with Kurt already that he's not even scared of those two people that just left, I think it's safe to say we should support him and not bash some guy none of us has even met."

The others nod and voice their apologies for jumping to such ridiculous conclusions. It reminds Blaine of the few times the principal had entered the choir room and given them a stern talking to after a Warblers' prank gone horribly wrong.

"Now that we have that settled," says a voice from the corner of the room. Wes steps fully into the throng of Warblers, David as ever standing at his side. "We should discuss our options for Regionals this year."

A collective groan fills the air but this time no one voices any opposition to the idea. This time, they could use some singing and tedious choreography to distract their minds from what just happened.

The group of boys sits where they stand, effectively covering every inch of the hardwood floor. Blaine pays the barest minimum of attention to what gets discussed around him, his mind set on something more important. A certain someone named Kurt Hummel.

A/N: So, was anyone surprised? Everyone who reviewed thought one of the Hummels would be showing up, but nope. Pucktana does their research when their boy is involved. It'll be explained more next chapter, when Kurt finds out what they had the audacity to do. Should be fun. :)