Blaine and Trent sat at the largest table in Dalton Academy's library, across from McKinley High's famed cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester. The blonde woman clutched her Thermos, narrowing her eyes at the two boys.
"I don't usually leave the maid alone to give my trophies their daily polishing" she said. "But bullying is a serious issue at McKinley."
Blaine sighed. "It is that, Miss Sylvester. I've got my heart set on helping poor Kurt, but I can't do it without the guidance of a seasoned educator such as yourself." Sue nodded, one corner of her mouth curling upward. Blaine continued. "It's all over town- Mr. Hummel's had a heart attack, and left his only son with a known bully."
The coach raised her eyebrows. "Burt Hummel is a conscientous father, boys. I'd trust he knows what's best for Kurt."
"I don't doubt it" Blaine replied smoothly. "But perhaps in his condition, he'd feel better if Kurt stayed with us. At Dalton."
"We've got plenty of room" Trent added. "And we'd be sure to arrange for a car to take him to McKinley.."
"Well..." Sue considered. "I don't suppose I can argue with ya. Eyebrows, Fuzzy Navel" she addressed the boys. "Let's go down to Lima General and talk to Mr. Hummel."
The three of them burst through the doors of the cardiology floor. Sue strode confidently up to the front desk. "We're here to see a Mr. Burt Hummel" she told the receptionist.
The gray-haired woman frowned. "Are you family?" she questioned.
"Friends" Blaine supplied. "I'm a good friend of Mr. Hummel's son, and we're just here to discuss his living arrangements."
"I'm sorry." The receptionist frowned at the computer behind her desk. "Mr. Hummel only has a son listed. A Kurt Hummel. I'm afraid I can't let you in."
"This is an outrage!" Sue exclaimed. "Kurt is staying in a potentially unsafe environment!"
"Sorry. There's nothing I can do. We could try getting in touch with Mr. Hummel's son- he could bring you in to his father's room."
Blaine sighed. "I guess that'll have to do" he said. "Trent, stay. Don't move from here until we get Kurt, okay?"
"But, I-" Trent stammered. At Blaine's puppy-dog gaze, he turned his eyes down. "'Kay, blaine. You can count on me."
"Brilliant. Thank you" Blaine said to the woman behind the desk.
"Let's go, Slick" Sue said. "Later, Meatball."