Hey! So this is the next chapter!Aagain there are some Dalton characters because I love them. I threw in some Wevid as well, because that's one of my favorite ships. Anyway sorry there aren't really any songs in this chapter, but I think there will two in the next one. Please please read and review! PLease PLease please! O.k. anyway on with the story!

disclaimer: If I owned Glee, it would only be about the Warblers. Also I am obviously not talented enough to be CP Coulter, so the Dalton boys are not mine.

The next morning was awful. Kurt's head pounded, his insides boiled, and no matter how much he brushed his teeth, the smell wouldn't go away. Puck's party had been a huge mistake on his part, but since he and Blaine had officially broken up it seemed as though he deserved a little fun. He made Finn the designated driver and went wild. Like really, he could remember practically nothing from last night. The last thing he could clearly see was Puck's basement. They were playing truth or dare, everyone was laughing, and then…nothing. He groaned then ran to the bathroom to throw up again. Burt and Carole had already left for work, leaving Kurt to stumble around miserably. After brushing his teeth for what felt like the 400th time, Kurt felt ready to go.

He had eaten only toast so as not to upset his stomach, and drunk an obscene amount of water to purify his system. Sunglass clad, he opened the front door. The bright light of the outside world hit him, and he almost tripped down the front steps. He squinted as much as he could to block out the light that the sunglasses didn't seem to block at all. Barely able to see a thing, he made his way to the SUV. Once inside he felt better. Between the sunglasses and the tinted front window he felt o.k. even if it did look like nighttime outside when in fact it was 8:15 in the morning. Kurt put the keys in the ignition, but kept the radio off for once on his way to school, which was something that had never happened before. Usually Kurt listened to his happiest and most upbeat playlists in the morning, to help him get in a good mood for school, although they were usually ruined the moment he walked in the door. At least until Blaine transferred at the beginning of the year. Kurt stopped his thoughts right there.

Thinking about Blaine wouldn't do anyone any good. Now that they were even Kurt would just wait for Blaine to make the first move. He wasn't sure where he wanted them to go from their point. Kurt pulled into the Mckinley parking lot. It was crowded with people on their way to class, and Kurt noticed that he got a couple weird looks. He ignored these, used to being treated differently. He didn't look at anyone, put his head down, and hurried to class. The sounds of students were making him feel like his head for exploding over and over again and the sanctity of an empty class room sounded amazing. He went straight to his first period after his locker, and took his usual seat next to Tina. They were both a few minutes early and the class room only held a few other students.

"I think I'm going to die." muttered Tina, her head resting on her desk.

"Tell me about it. I couldn't even see this morning the sun was blinding me so badly." Kurt agreed copying her pose. Puck walked in stumbling sluggishly. He looked surprisingly sprite though, in comparison to his friends.

"Hey guys." He said, in what was probably a normal voice, but to Kurt and Tina it sounded like he was screaming through a megaphone. They both clasped their hands over their ears, and glared at him. Well Tina glared, Kurt was still wearing sunglasses.

"Why are you o.k.? You drank more than both of us combined." Tina said exasperated.

"I have built up a high alcohol tolerance over the years, so now I can drink until I pass out and not get a hangover." Kurt and Tina shared a skeptical look, but didn't argue. Speaking required too much effort. "Man Kurt though. I didn't realize you were such a partier!"

"Sshhhhh." Puck's voice sounded like a canon firing inside his head. "What are you talking about? I didn't even drink that much." Puck smiled at this, looking Kurt, and his obvious hangover, up and down.

"Do you really not remember?" Kurt's heart sped up at that, dreading what could have happened while he was so heavily dissipated by strong liquor. "First you went crazy happy drunk, like trying to kiss everyone, especially Brittany." Kurt looked horrified, but Puck continued "Then you got kind of depressed, stole a bottle of Vodka, and sat in a corner for a while. Then you came back, and you were like an evil ex from hell."

"What does that mean?" asked Kurt, memories coming back to him as Puck described the party.

"Well obviously Blaine wasn't there, because he was in Westerville all day. You kept calling him though. Really it went on for like an hour. First you would call and be all mean, then you would text to apologize, decide that wasn't enough, call again. Get angry again. It went on and on." Kurt looked horrified

"One. Why didn't anyone take my phone away? Two. Did he ever answer?" Kurt's voice cracked embarrassingly at the end.

"It was too funny and we were way too drunk to think of taking your phone away." Puck said, shrugging like that should be obvious. "And yeah. He did pick up eventually." Kurt groaned and put his head, back on his desk, where it remained for the rest of the morning.

Last Night:

"Oh my fucking god! Whose phone is ringing?" yelled Wes from down the hall.

"Yeah really though, turn it off, or answer it!" agreed David, his voice coming from the same room. Evan and Ethan stepped out of their dorm, grinning wickedly, completely awake.

"You won't believe whose phone this is." One said mischievously

"Or who's calling." The other added, tone just as untrustworthy. David walked across the hall and grabbed the cell out of Ethan's (or was it Evan's) hand.

"Was goin on?" mumbled Reed sleepily from his doorway. His face and fingers were smeared with paint, evidence of a restless night. Shane being out of town was most likely the cause, but nobody mentioned it. The phone began buzzing again, and this time Wes recognized the ring tone.

You think I'm pretty without any make-up on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

"Wait! Is this Blaine's phone?" Wes asked, a little angrily, a little happily.

"Yes!" The twins said in unison, smiling as though Christmas had come early.

"and it's Kurt calling." David added, looking at the phone in his hands. "Anyone want to take this one?" They all looked at him like he was crazy.

"Are you kidding me! After the fight they had? I do not want to talk to a pissed off Kurt. Remember Tabitha?" said Wes backing away from the phone like it might explode.

"I'll do it." came a grave voice from behind the twins. It was Dwight, whom no one had noticed appear. His face was straight, though a little nervous, like a man about to die an honorable death. Reed patted his shoulder reassuringly, and then moved out of the way. David handed him the phone which was now blaring out: My heart stops, when you look at me, just one touch now baby I believe

Dwight flipped it open

"Hello?"

"Heyblaine!" came a giggling voice on the other line. There was music pumping in the background, and Kurt's voice was slurring words together.

"Turn it on speaker phone." David mouthed. Dwight did, then held the phone at arm's length, in the center of the gathered boys

"I juswanted tosay. I'm sssoooosorry. Like reallreallyreallysorry likeIknow wehavedifferense butlike, Icantbelieve *hiccup* webrokup!"

"Um yeah. Kurt that's really nice, but-"

"Nononono. Blainesssshhhhhhhh. Ijust wantyou toknow. Iloveyou. Iloveyou sosssooosososomuch! Isamazing!" screamed Kurt obviously proud of himself. There were more than a few snickers from the group of Dalton boys.

"Kurt. That's awesome. I love you to." Everyone looked at Reed. He just raised his eyebrows as if saying "We all want them back together. Why not help?"

"AAAWWWWWWWWW! Youdo? OMGAGA! Ihavetotelleveryone! Ineedmore alcoholforst though." Kurt hung up. All the Dalton boys stood looking at the phone.

"What the fuck was that?" said Dwight, finally breaking the silence.

"Obviously Kurt regrets breaking up with him Blaine. All we need to do now is get Blaine his phone back as fast as we can and tell him what happened." said Reed simply.

"O.k. how did we end up with his phone in the first place though?" Wes inquired, looking as the twins. They gave him a sheepish glance, then muttered something about pickpocketing him, when he leaned in to tell them his plan. Reed rolled his eyes, than went back into his room. Dwight shrugged, then did the same.

"Oh! He won't be happy if he finds out you guys stole his phone." said David, smiling evilly.

"Yes, but if he were to hear about that, something else might slip. About how you and Wes are sleeping in the same room."

"A room that currently only has one bed." The twins countered, then flashed him their huge grins. Wes blushed. David just looked at them and shrugged, then they both turned and went back to bed. The twins sniggered. David was always trying to get blackmail on them to keep them in check, but it never worked.

Blaine grinned as he walked through the front doors of McKinley. Overall he'd had a great weekend. He saw all of his old Dalton friends, and gotten the perfect revenge on Kurt. He came in late especially, just to make sure he saw it. Ah. He sighed. Sweet, sweet revenge. Nothing like it. He walked around all morning, still in his happy daze. Even realizing he couldn't find his phone in second period didn't put a damper on his mood.

So yeah pretty much... Again review! Also I hope David didn't come off as a douche. I just liked the idea of him trying to blackmail the twins and failing miserably.

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