A/N: Once again, sorry for the long time before the update, I've been pretty sick and now there's probably going to be another slow update again because I'm going to Poland to visit Auschwitz which, by the way will be MINUS 18 DEGREES! Apparently that's cold enough to stop my camera from working... My history teacher told me I was going to die. Yeah thanks' for that miss.

WARNING: Language I guess, and you have to have watched the MJ episode to like, understand and stuff.

"Wow dude, how much glue do you have?" Finn observed as soon as he got home.

Finn had found Kurt in the sitting room sat crossed legged on the floor, an array of paper, string, beads and pens laid out in front of him along with quite a number of glue sticks.

"Huh?" Kurt looked up, gold glitter streaked across his face and pieces of paper trapped in his hair.

"The glue, Kurt, where'd it all come from?" Finn inquired as he dropped down on the couch behind Kurt.

Kurt picked up a pen and began scribbling animatedly on the paper. "I commandeered it from Art. That means borrowed by the way."

"Well as long as you didn't steal any chairs then that's fine; the school is in short supply as it is." Finn picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on.

"Yeah, any less chairs and we'd have to make a stand. Get it?" Kurt looked at Finn, grinning. At Finn's blank look, Kurt sighed. "Blaine would have gotten it."

"Why don't you tell Blaine it then?" Finn flicked through the channels as Kurt huffed loudly.

Kurt pouted, picking up a glue stick and angrily attacking the paper in front of him then flicking glitter at the page. "Because, Finn, that would be breaking my own rules."

Finn peered over Kurt's shoulder and laughed. "Well, by the looks of things you better hope Blaine caves. Is that, what, you're science homework?"

Kurt stared at his very creative plant cell, cursing when he realised he'd managed to spell out Blaine in glitter underneath the image he'd taken hours to create.

"That is it!" Kurt cried, jumping up and dusting his hands off.

"You going to phone Blaine?" Finn asked, without looking up from the TV.

"Nope, I'm making myself some potato smiley faces. They arrived in the post this morning from Nowacki so I thought I'd put some in the oven. Want any? He sent about ten bags." Kurt offered. "He said it's for the days I need a pick me up to help me smile even though he realises you can get them anywhere really. The faces, not the pick me ups."

"Erm sure, why not." Finn frowned with confusion, but hey, it was food right?

"Good, because we can have them with the tomato Ketchup that's in the fridge. Speaking of which, fancy a drink of tomato juice?"

"It's just going to be watered down tomato ketchup isn't it?"

"..."

"Well?"

"... Nooo."

"Then no thank you, it'll probably taste gross."

"Damn it, I liked it better when you were clueless."

"Please Kurt; you catch on after the third attempt."

Blaine wasn't going to let Kurt win. He wasn't. But he really missed him... no, he wouldn't crack he wouldn't. Yet here he was standing outside his father's study, shifting nervously as he got up the courage to knock.

There was no reply but Blaine went in anyway, closing the door behind him and turning to look at his dad.

Mr Anderson was staring at a computer screen, his glasses balanced on his nose and typing away until Blaine cleared his throat. Mr Anderson looked up, taken slightly aback when he saw his youngest son standing awkwardly in front of him.

"Blaine?" Mr Anderson quirked an eyebrow.

"Erm dad, I was erm, wondering if... err..." Blaine trailed off as his nerves caught up with him.

"Yes?"

"Would erm, you like to err, go and see a play with me or like a football match or something?"

Mr Anderson took off his glasses and studied Blaine for a while. Blaine refused to meet his gaze, finding the floor a great deal more interesting. What surprised him though was when his father started to laugh.

"Blaine, of course, in fact we could do both if you really wanted to." Mr Anderson agreed.

Blaine looked up for the first time, noticing his father was smiling made the corners of his own mouth twitch up slightly. He had not expected this at all.

"Well okay." Blaine grinned.

"Just find out when they're on and I'll arrange my schedule accordingly." Mr Anderson nodded, before putting his glasses back on and returning to his work.

Kurt and Finn ignored the door bell, being too engrossed in Black Ops and eating their smiley faces. Kurt was beating Finn into the dirt so bad. The door bell went again and again until Kurt got annoyed and flung his controllers down.

"I'm coming, for god's sake, insistent much?" Kurt cried, ripping the door open to reveal Blaine.

"I blame you for this." Blaine said, indicating the red mark on his forehead.

All anger in Kurt's face drained away leaving him with concern. "Oh my God, Blaine, your father... he didn't hit you did he?" Kurt dragged Blaine into the house, tipping his head back and kissing the red mark.

Blaine laughed, pushing Kurt away. "What? No! I was distracted and walked into a lamp post."

The look on Kurt's face then could turn milk sour. "And you interrupted my game for this? Thanks a lot Blaine now Finn's probably beating me seeing as I forgot to pause it."

"You don't like playing with Finn anyway, and I thought you'd be proud of me." Blaine shrugged his coat off, hanging it on the hook in the hallway.

"Who'd be proud of someone dumb enough to walk into lamp posts? I seriously doubt the fight club danger about you, honestly." Kurt crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"No proud of me because I talked to my dad." Blaine explained.

Kurt's face instantly lit up as he pulled Blaine over to the couch. "You have to tell me all about it."

"It wasn't a very long conversation but we've agreed to go and see a play and watch a football match together." Blaine shrugged, plonking himself down next to Kurt.

Kurt beamed, bumping his shoulder with Blaine. "See, who was right, go on tell me."

"You were." Blaine sighed.

"Damn right I was."

Blaine just rolled his eyes. Honestly, Kurt wasn't supposed to agree with him, that was not how relationships should work.

"Where's Finn?" Blaine suddenly looked around. He was pretty sure Kurt had mentioned playing a game with Finn yet the tyrannosaur was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't know... Finn!" Kurt stood up, shouting. "How the hell can someone like Finn wander off without me realising? He's not exactly inconspicuous is he?" Kurt had his hands on his hips; in full mother, telling off my son, mode.

There was a thumping sound before Finn appeared again at the bottom of the stairs, a cell phone in hand and a rather confused look.

"It's Santana; she says we need to get down to McKinley as fast as possible." Finn huffed. "Of course, she didn't say it exactly like that. There was a lot of angry Spanish, and then she insulted me before telling me."

"Look Finn, we don't need a long explanation." Kurt held up a hand to stop him from elaborating into even more detail. "Why do need to get to McKinley?"

"I don't know, but apparently it's important." There was some angrier Spanish coming from Finn's phone before he sheepishly hung up. "Very important."

"What's going on?" Kurt asked as he, Blaine and Finn ran into the choir room.

Santana was just frowning at the whiteboard. They all turned and stared:

See ya public school losers! Hey Blaine, date still on, pick you up at seven.

"Date?" Was the first thing Kurt got from that message, turning to Blaine, his arms crossed and arching an unimpressed eyebrow.

"It's not a date." Blaine reassured Kurt.

"That's not the problem here gay one and gay two, that walking sex riot has been playing us the whole time." Santana snapped.

"How many times do you think I can say I told you so in one day? Care to answer that Blaine?" Kurt said bitterly.

"This is not the time to be smug Kurt, this is serious." Finn stopped Kurt before he could go any further. "So Sebastian has gone back to Dalton?"

"So it may seem." Blaine sighed. "He did keep saying he missed it, and the only reason he came here was to persuade me to come back to Dalton. They still can't believe I left to go to a public school."

Santana openly showed her distaste. "Oh, sorry we're not all preppy, born with a silver spoon up our arses, spoilt rich kids." She snapped.

"I'm not saying that like public school is a bad thing, I came here for a reason and I've never once regretted it. I have to say, the lack of 'code of conduct' you Glee guys have makes me feel a lot freer than being in the Warblers. But likewise the Warblers have things that I like too you know?" Blaine shuffled his feet about.

Kurt just shook his head, it seemed not even Sebastian could do wrong by Blaine, either that or Blaine was way too soft. "It's all right Blaine; I didn't like him here anyway."

"That's a shocker." Santana rolled her eyes.

"I guess that's that then." Blaine shrugged.

"Yeah, that's that." Kurt let his voice trail off as his attention returned to the board. Was it really?

After the suggestion for MJ week, everyone was so excited and really getting into the spirit of it all. That was until the slushy incident. Kurt really hated Sebastian, really hated him. Well what's done is done and he can think of other ways to get back at Sebastian later.

"You know, now Rachel and Finn have left, I can now do this." Kurt got out of his chair and jumped up onto Blaine's side of the bed, clambering over his legs and twirling round so that he now sat on Blaine's other side.

Blaine just laughed at him. "Was that really necessary? You could have walked round you know?"

Kurt just sulked. "It was more fun doing it this way." He then looked at Blaine, his face falling to concern. "It was meant for me you know."

Blaine just shrugged. "I know."

"It should have been me, not you. I was the target and the entire Warblers were in on it. They must really hate me for making you transfer huh?"

"Kurt, they don't hate you. They might not have known who the intended target was." Blaine laid a hand on Kurt's knee, squeezing gently.

"Sorry, I'm making this about me." Kurt turned so that he was looking at Blaine fully, taking his hand in his. "I love you so much, even if you're currently patchy the pirate."

"Aw, well it's not every day I get to take a slushy for someone important is it?" Blaine reached up to stroke his thumb lightly across Kurt's cheek. "And patchy the pirate? Really?"

"What? It's like, poetic license, or something." Kurt insisted.

"No, it's unoriginal and been done to death." Blaine said with a smug grin.

Kurt just leant forward, planting a delicate kiss to Blaine's lips, careful of his eye and smiling as he pulled away. He then reached up and played with the top of Blaine's hair. "Changing the subject now but, do you want to know what I don't get?"

"What's that?"

"You've been in bed for all this time right?"

"Err, yeah."

"In your pyjamas."

"Yes."

"No visitors, you've had time to have showers etc etc."

"Kurt, where is this going?"

"Why do you still have gel in your hair? You aren't going anywhere, you haven't been to school either obviously, I'm the only one who sees you and what's the point in putting effort in when you're wearing pyjamas, so why the gel?"

There was a long pause before Blaine replied.

"I... don't know..."

"Oh dear Blaine, has this become like, a comfort thing or something?" Kurt leant his head on Blaine's shoulder and inhaled. "Or maybe it's just habitual. Hey, after your surgery do you think we can book you into rehab? Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson and I'm addicted to hair gel. I go through half a tub an hour and now I'm broke."

Blaine tugged Kurt's hair playfully. "That's not very nice, I'm injured you know."

"Obviously not injured enough for you to stop using hair gel." Kurt scoffed, trying to untangle Blaine's hair from its hardened prison.

"It's a weakness." Blaine whined.

Kurt pulled away and stared unblinkingly at Blaine. "I thought I was your weakness?" He smirked.

"I have never once said you were my weakness." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

Kurt just smiled, moving so he was kneeling in front of Blaine before leaning forward slightly so his nose brushed Blaine's. "Oh really?" he whispered.

Blaine swallowed. "Kurt..."

"Hold that thought, I promised the guys we'd talk to them on Skype." Kurt went to grab his laptop, leaning over Blaine's legs to get it. "They heard about your injury so wanted to know if you were okay."

"The guys?" Blaine frowned as Kurt flicked his laptop open and logged in. Almost instantly the screen erupted with the faces of Nowacki, Nathan, Aaron and Justin all shouting "Waaaazzzzz uuuuup?"

Blaine's eyes widened along with his smile as he tugged Kurt's laptop closer. "Hey guys! How are things over there?"

"Bloody freezing! Predicted snow on Saturday, supposed to start at 5pm and continue until Sunday morning." Justin grimaced.

"Ouch." Kurt nodded his sympathy.

"Why it didn't want to snow when I had an essay due in I don't know." Nowacki added.

"Because the snow Gods that be want you out of my house and not living with me until your 50, ergo, you need to pass college." Nathan pointed out.

"Speaking of living, are you guys in bed?" Nowacki frowned. "Not doing anything inappropriate I hope."

"Nowacki, I'm above the covers." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Yeah Nowacki!" Nathan thumped him over the head. "That was very impolite."

"Let's get to the point at hand." Aaron interjected. "Blaine, how are you?"

"A little scared to tell you the truth... what if the operation goes wrong and I don't get my eyesight back?" Blaine looked down as Kurt took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"I'm guessing walk in circles for a while." Nowacki offered only to get hit by Nathan again.

"This is no laughing matter!" Nathan reprimanded. "And dude, don't worry about it, Dr Who made eye patches cool."

"Yeah, along with bowties, I see loads of people wearing them around." Nowacki said sarcastically.

"I thought you stole your style from somewhere!" Justin teased, trying to get Blaine's mood to lighten up.

"What happened anyway, Kurt didn't give us much detail." Aaron asked.

"I'm guessing Kurt's told you about his undying hatred of Sebastian." Blaine stated.

There was a collective nod from the boys on screen as they reminisced Kurt's favourite person he regularly talked about (swore about) when Blaine and him were in the UK.

"He basically threw a slushie in my face." Blaine shrugged.

He was received by four blank looks.

"Is the ice they use in your ice drinks like proper big icicles or something, because I'm pretty sure the ones we have here will just give you brain freeze at best or perhaps, make you bounce off the walls." Nathan said.

Kurt shook his head. "No, he put rock salt into it. The actual target was me..."

"What. A. Knob." Nathan growled.

"For once I agree with you." Aaron crossed his arms and frowned.

"That's it, come on Nathan, we're flying over to Ohio right now to pay this prick a visit. Londoner style." Nowacki stood up and cracked his knuckles.

"Sit down Nowacki, you're about as threatening as a one legged poodle." Justin yanked the guy back down.

"I'm from the dark side of London. Innit." Nowacki argued.

"Dude, your mum's an accountant and your dad's a solicitor; you did not grow up on the dark side of London." Aaron corrected.

"You guy's ain't the company you're worth." Nowacki sulked.

"Ain't ain't a word!" Nathan snapped.

"I just want to take that guy by his tie and..."

"Guys, please." Kurt laughed. "It doesn't matter, besides, I've already decided against violence."

"Now that's just being lazy." Nowacki complained.

"But still the right thing to do." Justin instantly agreed with Kurt. "Look, I've met these types of people before and the best thing to do is not let them have the satisfaction that they're getting to you."

"I'm just tired, you know? This seems to happen to me quite a lot and poor Blaine got into the middle of it. I guess I'd be nothing without him..."

"Awww." Blaine said, bringing Kurt into a hug.

"You guys are too sickeningly cute." Nowacki remarked.

"Yeah and you're useless, what is he good for?" Nathan said.

"Absolutely nothing!" Aaron and Justin chorused.

"Damn, I just got that song out of my head." Aaron glared at Nathan. "Thank's for that. I mean, they weren't even the right lyrics! It's war."

"Huh! Yeah. What is it good for?"

"ABSOLUTLEY NOTHIN!"

"SHUUUUT UUUUP!"

"Small Soldiers FTW!" Nathan grinned.

"I love that movie!" Kurt clapped his hands together.

"Does that have anything to do with the fact the guy in it is kinda good looking?" Aaron smirked.

"...Maaaybe." Kurt drew out. "Although Shia Labeouf is my favourite."

"Kurt! I thought I was the only one for you." Blaine said in mock disbelief.

"Please, you are no Shia." Kurt teased.

"Uh oh, do I sense a lover's quarrel?" Nowacki joked.

"It's Blaine's fault for not being Shia." Kurt huffed.

"Shia is like, the Prince of Douche." Blaine snorted crossing his arms. "And too old for you."

"I thought you were more like Jesse McCartney, who was also hot before he cut his hair off." Kurt noted.

"You know I've heard that somewhere before... Something to do with Harry Potter..." Aaron pondered. "Nope, can't think of it at this particular moment."

"So snow huh?" Blaine steered the conversation back to something more constructive.

"Yeah, and I bet we still have to go to college on Monday." Nowacki pouted.

"Dude, you should know by now that life sucks. Sod's law and all that." Nathan shrugged.

"But you do like the white stuff." Justin wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh totally, the white stuff is da bomb." Nowacki laughed.

"EWWW! Guy's was that an innuendo?" Kurt cried in complete horror.

"No, we were talking about snow, I don't know what sick mind you have." Nathan sniggered.

Kurt blushed profusely as Blaine chuckled. "Oh Kurt, you always fall for their tricks."

"Awaaaan, mummy's here!" A little girl shuffled into the room and Aaron turned to smile at her.

"Sorry, guy's we better go, my Mum is here to pick up my little sister. It was good talking to you though; I hope you feel better Blaine."

"And if that twat gives you any hell I'm coming over there and teaching him a lesson." Nowacki promised.

"Once again, one, legged and poodle." Justin reiterated.

"What 'evs. See ya, cap'n." Nathan saluted.

"Ha ha very funny." Blaine rolled his eyes before he and Kurt chorused a bye.

Kurt closed the laptop before turning to Blaine. "Soooo, feel any better?"

Blaine just laughed. "Somehow I wonder how those guys survive." Blaine shook his head. "But yeah, thanks."

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck, kissing softly at the skin there before yanking at the covers and bringing them up so that they covered Kurt along with himself.

"You know, I think the eye patch is really hot." Kurt hummed, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Totally." Kurt then leant up to connect with Blaine's mouth, pressing lightly before pulling away. "Love you."

"Love you to."

So you guys, the MJ episode, like OMG! But did you notice that the Warblers were all in on it which means they might have known Sebastian was targeting Kurt, which means they resent him for taking Blaine away :O But Blaine saved Kurt! Awww there goes mister protective boyfriend for you. Heard a rumour, *maybe spoiler* don't know yet probably won't happen, that Kurt slaps Sebastian in the Regionals episode for tampering with his coffee. I was like YES! Can't see him punching Seb though, Chris would, Kurt wouldn't. *shrugs* But he might not which saddens me sorry, actually VIOLENCE IS NOT OKAY. Yep, that's what I meant. *cough*

leahmo34: Unfortunately the guy I like probably only sees me as a friend, plus he's in love with the same girl for years so he doesn't really see anyone else if you get what I mean.

Azrael Blood: Don't worry, I'm going to fail my English class too so we can fail together. Who cares about struggle for identity in modern literature? Since when is Feminism the only struggle for identity (that's all our books seem to be about) honestly.

mylisa777: And Valentine's Day creeps ever closer. We have now renamed it 'Single awareness day' and spend most of our time glaring at the couples. Sigh.

KurtandBlaineGleek: I think Kurt with a crush on the Spanish teacher is kind of cute. Hey he'll be lonely and miserable without Blaine there so might as well give him something to do XD It's harmless, plus heard that Blaine might actually be in the Valentine's episode for all of two seconds lol. I also heard about this episode that Kurt has a go at Rachel and Finn about them being engaged and how he knows he doesn't want to marry Blaine just yet when Rachel brings it up. And oh god the fantasies of meeting famous people just depress me so I gave up XD

Satine de Sade: I'm planning the perfect way to put Sebastian in his place. Heh heh heh.

B2isbetterthanB1: For some reason I love bitchy Kurt, don't know why just do.

PrettyLittleScars: It's really tempting to have my OC's meet Sebastian...

Thanks for waiting guys, half term next week so everything should pick up from there. It snowed here and I couldn't go and have my party and Aaron has currently stolen my Glee DVD's and really needs to give them back because there's this massive hole on my shelf Also it was random Sebastian returning to Dalton but I thought it was relevant for everything to like, fit so...

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Love Bertie xx