Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: So this chapter's interesting to me… I thought it would be fun to see what the other Warblers would think when they found out about Blaine. I'm not exactly sure where this idea came from, but I sort of like it. And at least Blaine is sort of in this chapter…

Kurt couldn't help but be anxious as he waited for his last class of the day to end. He'd gotten a text message right at the end of lunch from Blaine saying that he'd gotten a new phone, but Kurt hadn't had a chance to respond to the older boy or anything thanks to having to sit through the remainder of the day's classes. Every time he'd almost gotten a minute to send Blaine a text, something else had come up to distract him because there were so many other things that had to be taken care of.

The bell rang signaling the end of class and Kurt sighed thankfully. He had thirty minutes before Warblers rehearsal began, meaning that if Blaine was awake they would have thirty minutes to text before he had to turn his phone off again. "Warblers at four instead of five," Nick commented, stopping by Kurt's desk on his way out of the classroom.

"Yeah, see you there," Kurt replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning it back on so that he would be able to text the older boy back finally. He could see Nick shaking his head and walking away with a slight smile on his face.

"Hey, tell Blaine we all miss him."

"How did you…?"

"You've been fiddling with your cell phone in your pocket all afternoon. I haven't seen you do that since the day they found him." Kurt shook his head and sighed.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Yes. Plus I overheard Wes and David talking about an interesting conversation that they apparently overheard at the hospital a few days ago. The one where you and Blaine finally got your heads out of your asses and admitted that you're kind of madly in love with each other."

"Oh Gaga… does everyone know?" Kurt asked.

"That the two of you are crazy about each other? Yes. That you're actually doing something about it? No. Now go text your loverboy already." Kurt couldn't help but smile at Nick's joking comment; at McKinley, only his fellow glee clubbers would have been so accepting. Here it didn't seem to matter – he'd never seen a single disgusted face when he'd done or said anything that would make it obvious he was gay. And there were absolutely no rude comments or gestures, no threats. It was such a stark contrast.

Kurt glanced down at his phone as it lit up, signaling that he'd received a text message while he had been in class.

Sorry… I forgot you had class. Text me when you get a chance.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at the apology. It was so ridiculous – Blaine didn't have anything to apologize for. Kurt knew that if he was in Blaine's position, there was no way he would remember what day it was, either.

Don't worry about it. I'm out of classes, and I have a little time before Warblers. Nick said to tell you we all miss you.

Kurt packed up his books, picking up his bag and starting out of the classroom. He decided to just go ahead to the Warblers' hall to finish the conversation, pretty sure that he would get a million messages to pass on to Blaine since he was the only one who had the boy's new telephone number.

There were already a few people in the room by the time Kurt got there, but he ignored them and retreated to one of the sofas in the back, pulling out his phone as he felt it vibrate again.

Which one is Nick again?

Kurt sighed. It seemed like every time he'd almost forgotten about Blaine's memory loss, something came up that made him realize that the older boy was still missing a lot. Kurt looked around the room, spotting Nick and taking a quick picture to send to Blaine to help the older boy's memory.

The dark haired one next to Wes is Nick. And the guy on the other side of David is Thad.

"You aren't supposed to take pictures of people without their knowledge, you know." Kurt looked up, smiling at the blond boy who had sat down across from him on another sofa.

"I was taking it for Blaine… he's having trouble putting names with faces." Kurt watched as Jeff nodded, the joking smirk on the other boy's face disappearing as he realized exactly what that meant.

"He doesn't remember anyone?"

"He's just trying to put the pieces back together. It's taking a while…" Kurt glanced down at his phone as it vibrated again.

Yeah… I think I remember them. How are things at Dalton?

Same old thing. Working on stuff for Regionals, but it's not the same without you.

Kurt looked down at what he'd typed, wondering if he should really send that to Blaine. He didn't want to upset the older boy – the guy had enough to deal with at the moment without having to think about the fact that he was missing out on preparing for Regionals. In the end, Kurt hit send because he didn't know what else he could say.

"You look like you're still pretty worried about him," Jeff commented.

"I can't help it… he still doesn't remember so much about what happened. And I'm not sure he completely understands what's going on…"

"This is Blaine we're talking about…" Jeff began.

"You haven't talked to him, Jeff. I'm not sure how much you know…" Kurt stopped himself and sighed. "Blaine's not coming back to the Warblers. At this point I'm not even sure he's going to be back at Dalton this school year." Kurt watched as Jeff processed what he was saying.

"At least we'll have him back next year… and it'll give him another year to compete with us if he's not going to finish the year." Kurt shook his head.

"Blaine's not going to be a Warbler, Jeff. He can't…"

"What are you talking about?" Kurt looked up, realizing that a few of the other Warblers had walked up behind him while he was talking to Jeff. He looked over at Wes and David, both of whom nodded and walked towards the group.

"Guys, Blaine most likely won't be able to come back to the Warblers," Wes said, crossing his arms. He was better at delivering bad news than Kurt was, and it was better that everyone heard it at once than having it come out bit by bit through gossip. "He lost almost all of his hearing… I don't understand it exactly, but they're talking like this is permanent. Even with hearing aids, he's still struggling…"

"So we've lost our lead singer. Permanently."

"It's not like he was going to be at Dalton forever," David replied, smiling slightly at Thad in response to the other boy's comment. "It's just a little sooner than expected."

"We don't have anyone who can fill Blaine's shoes… what are we going to do about lead?" Jeff asked. Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his hand again and pit down on his lower lip. He glanced at it briefly, reading the message from Blaine.

I'd rather be there. It feels like all I do is sleep and eat – stupid meds make me so tired.

"We have to work with what we've got. Even without Blaine we have a lot of talent – plenty to win Regionals. We can do this." David seemed a hell of a lot more confident that Kurt felt, but he had to believe that the older boy knew what he was talking about.

"I'd still feel better if Blaine was here – all of our plans were made counting on having him here…" Nick began.

"Well we don't have him for Regionals, no matter what happens otherwise. Which means we have to figure everything out without him anyway. We should get started, guys – we have a lot to do." Everyone else stood up at Wes's comment, realizing that he was right. They were going to have to work twice as hard as their competition if they wanted to have a chance at winning now.

Rehearsal's starting. But it'll get better. Miss you.