A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC

What I Did for Love

Author's note:

Oh, look! A nice, short chapter.

I have been watching StarKidPotter. Again. Queue the avalanche of AVPM/S quotes.

*** I do not own Glee or StarKid. If I did, I would not have let Darren cut his hair. But now I'm glad he did, because it is much more 'Blaine'. (* Author is still of the opinion that he should lose the hair-jell, tho.)

CHAPTER 9: IN WHICH WES TALKS OUT OF TURN, PUCK GOES ON THE PROWL, AND BLAINE GETS ANOTHER PHONE CALL

Warning: detention, bunny-slippers, AVPM onslaught

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*DALTON*

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"Now before we all begin, I'm going to give you your very, very first pop quiz."

Wes and David were sitting in English class. Mr. Streedle was quizzing the class on literary devices; meanwhile, the two friends had taken a Hogwarts sorting quiz on Wes' IPhone and were having an argument over whether David would really be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.

"I wanna be in Gryffindor; they're totally awesome."

"But you're so patient and loyal!" Wes insisted.

David scowled "I'm not a Hufflepuff."

"David! Accept your inner Hufflepuff!" Wes cried.

Mr. Streedle glared at Wes over his glasses. "What the hell is a Hufflepuff?"

Silence. Mr. Streedle looked around to see a whole room of boys gaping at him in open-mouthed dismay. He frowned at Wes.

"Detention, Wesley."

"What?"

"For talking out of turn." The teacher surveyed the class and continued his quiz; "Now who can tell me what foreshadowing is?"

David nudged his friend "I don't find him very tolerant."

"Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders." noted Wes darkly.

"Oh go to Slytherin." grumbled David.

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For his detention that evening, Wes was made to inventory old textbooks in a small, dusty room beneath the back staircase. After an hour of this, he headed to the common room where the other three boys were studying.

Kurt had his French homework opened on the table, he was supposed to be writing a dialog, but instead he was sketching outfits and singing Coeur de Pirate songs under his breath. Across the table, Blaine was paused in the middle of his Math homework, pencil hanging out of his half-open mouth, as he watched Kurt's lips moving. David had borrowed Wes' bunny slippers and was making them chase each other around his chair. The thing is, the slippers were on his feet, so to the casual observer he appeared to be doing a very odd dance. The madness was interrupted when Wes entered the room.

David pounced the newcomer "Wes! Where have you been all my life?"

"In the cupboard, under some stairs." grumbled Wes. "It was so dusty in there; and those textbooks are like a thousand years old, they still refer to dementors as ringwraiths."

David tutted sympathetically.

"I kept getting paper-cuts" Wes whined, studying his fingers. "Am I... am I bleeding?" he held his hands out to David

"No."

Kurt looked up from his sketching. "Ah, the Trinity is complete."

"Trinity?"

"You three; you go everywhere together. I'm lucky to get Blaine alone."

Kurt stopped and blushed, realizing what he'd said. Blaine attempted not to notice, while Wes grinned evilly. David was distracted by making his slippers talk to each other and missed the exchange completely.

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*MICKINLEY*

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Puck walked down the halls, eyeing the other students as they passed. The male ones in particular; he needed to find some dude in McKinley to get with so he could get Santana back on his arm.

Man, this would be so much easier if Hummel were still around; it would be sinfully easy. He was the only gay dude around; he must have been desperate.

Puck frowned.

Still must be; none of those Gargler guys seemed gay- they were all giving me girl advice.

Puck spent his day scanning all the boys in school for a potential... boyfriend? Fling? Public kiss? Just something that would get attention.

Sam? Dude looks kinda gay... nah, he's totally in love with Quinn. Better treat her right.

Finn? Naw; too weird- he's my bro. Plus I've already kissed both his girlfriends. And Santana.

Puck cocked his head and thought for a moment about how weird it was that he had gotten with every girl Finn had.

Artie? No way am I bending over to mack on a dude.

Azimio? Yeah right. Maybe if I want to get locked in another porter-potty.

Puck frowned. This was more difficult than he'd thought, but he vowed to find a boy for his purposes never-the-less.

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*DALTON*

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Monday rolled around and found Kurt on his way to Blaine's room. The countertenor had finished all his homework early and had a new copy of Vogue he wanted to peruse with the other boy. Kurt knocked on the lead singer's door.

"Come in."

Kurt pushed the door open. Blaine sat on his bed, head bowed, cell phone in his hand. "Hey Blaine." He examined the other boy's posture "Are you OK?"

Blaine looked up when Kurt walked over. He cleared his throat "I just got off the phone with my mom," he said in a strange voice.

Kurt's stomach fluttered in concern. "And?"

Blaine gave Kurt a small smile "And... they figured out what's wrong with my sister. She needs a liver transplant, and she qualifies, so she'll get one. Soon. After the surgery and a lot of treatment... she should be just fine."

Kurt sighed in relief. "That's great news."

Blaine stared down at the floor "It's an expensive operation, Kurt."

"But", Kurt looked confused "Your family can afford that, can't they? I mean, they can afford to send you here, so..."

"Yeah," Blaine said slowly, "they can afford to send me here... they can afford the operation," Blaine met Kurt's eyes "but... they can't afford both."

A heavy silence filled the room and the boys looked at each other. Kurt suddenly felt like the room had no air. "Wait, you mean-"

"It's not even a question, Kurt. It's my sister's life." Blaine said numbly, staring back at the floor.

Kurt sank down on the bed beside Blaine, staring unseeingly at the wall.

No, this can't be happening; I need Blaine, he can't just go, he can't-

"My mom is looking at nearby public schools as we speak, no way are they sending me back to my old one."

Kurt tried to find his voice. "When-" he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Friday's my last day."

Hahaha! I know this fic has been full of angst!kittens hiding around every corner, and they have probably ripped your socks to shreds by now. *Queue Draco quotes* But keep calm; the next two chapters are totally awesome :)