Blaine slumped over the huge leather chair in Dalton's common room, the fireplace alight in front of him. "Wh-whoooo does heee th-think heee isssss?" he slurred at no one in particular, though the room was filled with Warblers. "Th-that boy has sc-screeewed with the wr-wrong Waaaaarblerrrr! No one s-says 'noooo' to Blaine Andersssssssson!"

"You're darn right!" Trent was at his side as always, curled up on the carpet with a mug of beer in his hand.

"Disssss-missssssed" Blaine whined. "Reeee-ject-ted. Pub-lic-lyyyyy hu-mill-eeee-ated." He sighed. "It's m-more than I can f-face."

"More beer?" Trent offered.

Blaine slid further down into the chair, his feet dangling over the arm rest. "What f-for? I'm dis- dis-graaaaaced!" He placed a hand over his eyes dramatically.

Trent looked up in surprise. "Who- you?" he exclaimed. "Never! Blaine, you've gotta get your groove back!"

Blaine lifted his hand and quirked an eyebrow at his friend. "Huhhhh?"

Trent sat up on his knees, placing his hands on the chair's armrest. "It..pains me to, to see you so...sad" he hesitated, looking into Blaine's eyes. "Everybody here, they want to be you, Blaine...even at your worst of times!" He gestured to the rest of the room.

Blaine turned his chair away from the fireplace. The Warblers all had their beer glasses raised in his direction, cheering.

"There's no one in Lima as admired as you" Trent continued to stroke Blaine's ego. "You're everyone's favourite guy. We're all awed and inspired by you..."

Blaine practically purred at the obvious ass-kissing. "I suppose I am a force to be reckoned with."

"You are" Trent replied, his round face glowing. Or maybe that was the fire. But he continued, "You're strong...fast...handsome...incredibly talented. There's no one like you, Blaine."

The rotund boy turned around and beckoned the other teens over. "Boys, our Blaine is feelin' let down. Let's cheer him up, huh?"

The Warblers nodded in agreement, noisily high-fiving each other and beginning to hum. Trent lead them in a slightly inebriated rendition of "Raise Your Glass". Blaine began tapping his feet, laughing heartily at their mediocre abilities, even getting up to dance. He draped his arms over the shoulders of Nick and Jeff, making them giggle as Andrew and Trent looked on with envy.

After a few more impromptu songs (including a poorly improvised "Blaine Put Your Records On") most of the Warblers retired to their rooms. Blaine, however, exhausted from the songs in which he had taken the lead role, fell back into his chair. Trent remained behind to ensure his friend was alright. "Blaine?" he squeaked out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Blaine let out another dramatic sigh. "T-Trent" he began, "I've been thinking..." Trent leaned in closer, complete trust and - was that hope?- in his eyes. "I've- I've gotta, gotta...I n-neeeeeeed a plaaaaaan, Trennnnnnnnt! I neeeed a plaaaaan to g-get K-Kuuuurrttt!"

"Well, we'll have to come up with one then, won't we?" Trent replied, getting up. "Lemme get us s'more beers."

Blaine sat up straight now, his hands tented before him. Yes, all he needed was a plan, a grand gesture. Something much better than a chance meeting at a coffee shop, better even than serenading the object of his affections outside his common little house. He only needed to find Kurt's weak spot, of course.

When Trent returned with two full beer glasses, Blaine raised his to his fellow Warbler. "Cheeeeeerrrss!" he shouted, and they clinked glasses enthusiastically.