Blaine had collected himself, he picked up his cell and called Mercedes.
"Mercedes, its Blaine…"
"Blaine? How you holdin' up, boy?"
Blaine sighed shakily, "Not so well, but I need your help to change that. I'm going to serenade Kurt on Friday, and I need your help to make it happen."
"Blaine, I'm all for this, believe me, I was the one who tried to stop Kurt, but planning this in two days? Not possible."
"Yes it is. All you have to do is make sure Kurt is outside in the courtyard amphitheater by 11:50, and I'll do the rest.
"But it's supposed to rain all day Friday."
Blaine smirked to himself, "Exactly. Kurt's all about romance, so I figure if I sing an emotional song, the rain will add the effect, and if he takes me back then he gets kissed in the rain. His biggest fantasy. He needs to see how much he means to me."
Silence met him on the other end of the phone as Mercedes thought this over,
"Damn Dalton, you sure know how to woo somebody."
"No just Kurt." Blaine answered laughing, and then hung up the phone. Now to call Rachel…
"You want me to do what?"
Blaine winced at the girl's screeching, "Help me practice. Rachel, please?"
"Why should I help YOU, the enemy?"
Blaine sighed; he should have known she would put up a fight,
"Fine. I'll tell you, but you cannot tell Kurt understand? I enlisted the help of Mercedes, so talk to her all you want, just no one else!"
Blaine could practically hear the girl smile,
"Oh! So this is about Kurt! Do tell, Blainey!"
Blaine winced for the second time during their two minute conversation. He didn't mind Mercedes calling him by the name of his school, but Rachel calling him Blainey was too much.
"I'm serenading Kurt on Friday at lunch to try and get him back, and I need your help to get the pitch and melody just right."
"Come over now, and we'll start tonight. There is much to do if we are to have this ready on Friday!"
"Thanks a million, Rach! And remember, no one but Mercedes!"
"Yeah yeah. Just hurry up! I'm itching for a project!"
Blaine hung up and raced downstairs, grabbing his keys off his dresser on his way.
"Mom! I'm going to practice the song! I'll be back before midnight, promise!"
Only his mother's sweet voice didn't answer him, his father's gruff tone sounded from the kitchen instead,
"What song, Blaine? I thought your club lost your competition."
Blaine was surprised his father even knew the warblers had had a competition, let alone if they won or lost,
"They did. This is for someone special."
"Is this someone a boy?"
Blaine's eyes darkened in anger when he realized where this was going,
"No dad. I'm suddenly straight, and I'm serenading a girl. Yes! It's a boy! It will always be a boy!"
His father glared down at his son,
"I won't tolerate you disrespecting me, your father, and you will not date this boy."
Blaine shook his head, surprisingly calm in the situation,
"The day you decided not to accept my sexuality was the day you lost the privilege of being my father. I'm going to date this boy. I have been for the past 5 months".
With that he bolted out the door before his father could get a word in. Nikki slowly walked into the kitchen with a packet of divorce papers and her wedding band,
"You not only lost a son that day, but a wife too. I get the house and Blaine, other than that, take your pick at any of our stuff. I don't care about any of it."
Blaine arrived at Rachel's house 15 minutes later to find Mercedes already there.
"Hello ladies. You guys want to know my song choice?"
Rachel nearly pounced on him in anticipation, "Yes yes yes! Hurry up and tell us! I'm dying!"
Blaine shook his in disbelief. He didn't know how anyone could be so hyper, "He's All That by Cascada."
Mercedes smiled widely,
"Good choice. Now let's hear it, this has to be perfect. I'm not letting you sing some half-ass barely practiced version to my boy."
So the group practiced into the evening until midnight when Blaine had to go home. He returned to his mother waiting for him with ice cream.Blaine couldn't believe he was finally free of his father. As much as it probably killed his mom, he knew this would be better for them in the long run. No tyrant to tear them down.