AN: I want Sebastian to die slowly and painfully.

On a lighter note, Kurt's a finalist! But come on, we all knew he would be ;)

Hope you enjoy 3

Chapter 10: Michael

"Thank you."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend who was currently cuddled in Kurt's arms. "What, exactly, are you thanking me for?" he asked, carding his fingers through Blaine's curls.

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's chest in response. "For convincing Rachel and Finn to come over and sing to me" he explained, as though it should've been obvious.

Kurt snorted. Blaine was so quick to believe that all good things that happened to him were some set up of Kurt's that it was kind of heartbreaking. "I didn't invite them, silly; they came on their own volition-they're your friends too."

Blaine shifted to his chin was on Kurt's chest to he could look at the older boy's face. His one visible eye was sparkling beautifully, but Kurt still felt a pang in his heart at the sight of the eye patch. But Blaine would be okay-he'd have surgery and then be perfectly fine, right? He had to be fine. If not Kurt may just have to go back on his word of honor and punch Sebastian… repeatedly... with knives… until the smug bastard was completely deaf, blind, and immobile with no hope of recovery.

"I love you." Blaine whispered, shifting up on Kurt's body so he could nuzzle into the pale boy's neck.

Kurt smiled, his heart stuttering in happiness. He squeezed the smaller male's waist gently and replied "I love you too, baby,"

Then they started talking about Kurt making the NYADA finalists, which led to talking about New York in general and Broadway, which fed into talks of their future together until they both fell asleep, Kurt's hold on Blaine never faltering.

XxXxX

"Maybe we should get out of the car now." Jeff suggested. He, Nick, and Trent had been sitting in a car and staring at the house in front of them for ten minutes, but none of them could gather the courage to actually walk inside.

They all nodded at the blonde's comment and finally walked into Blaine's house.

They had been friends with Blaine for his entire stay at Dalton, yet none of them had the honor of going to his house. They knew it was because Blaine had issues with his parents, though no one knew the specifics. 'Well, Kurt probably knows all the dirty details' Jeff thought.

They had reached Blaine's room, it seemed, all too soon after they had been instructed which one it was.

"Well," Trent said, the Warbler's nerves showing in his voice. "Let's go in."

Jeff didn't know about the others, but as soon as he saw Blaine curled against Kurt's chest, his curly head tucked under Kurt's chin as both of them slept quietly, his heart ached. Blaine looked so damn small, but he also smiled and had the most delighted expression Jeff had ever seen on anyone's face, even in his sleep. The both of them were fully clothed, yet somehow that just made it seem more intimate.

'Sebastian deserves to have his guts spooned out' Jeff decided silently, his eyes lingering over the black eye patch and the thick layer of bandages that poked out from under it.

"Kurt! Blaine!" Trent crowed, obviously having no problems waking the sleeping couple.

Normally Jeff and his bromantic partner Nick were the ones to disturb people, but the blonde couldn't bring himself to, and apparently neither could his darker haired companion.

Blaine didn't stir, though Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine's shoulders and mumbled incoherently.

"Maybe we should go" Nick offered quietly, and Jeff could tell by the look in his eyes that they were thinking the same thing-'Haven't I put them through enough?'

"BLAINE THOMAS ANDERSON!" Trent shouted, ignoring the other Warblers.

Blaine still didn't move, though Kurt's eyes snapped open and his arms wound around Blaine's upper back and waist protectively. It was like a reflex, and it both impressed and saddened Jeff. 'I hope Blaine gets a break someday'

Kurt blinked a few times, adjusting to being awake, before his eyes settled on the three teens and his eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed slightly. "What're you guys doing here?" Kurt demanded sharply, clutching Blaine to him as though the Warblers were planning on taking him away.

"We came to apologize to Blaine" Nick explained, attempting to turn his mouth into its normal goofy grin, but it didn't reach his eyes. "We didn't know Sebastian was going to put rock salt in the damn thing, but we still agreed on throwing a slushie."

Kurt studied them silently, and Jeff felt more nervous than when he auditioned for a Warblers solo. At least then he thought he might have a chance-now he felt more like he was on trial waiting to see if the jury found him guilty.

But even after the harsh scrutiny was over, Kurt said nothing. Instead, he shook Blaine, cooing something Jeff couldn't hear in his friend's ear.

Blaine groaned, burrowing further into Kurt while mumbling "Still sleepy, Kurty,"

Jeff grinned at the adorableness, determined to use it for later blackmail… if Blaine even accepted their apology, that is.

"I know baby, but you need to wake up." Kurt told him gently, shaking him again.

"Don't wanna" Blaine complained childishly, shifting so his arms were locked around the boy beneath him. Jeff's heart lifted again.

"Wake up darling" Jeff sing-songed, attempting to imitate Kurt's higher voice and sounding like a dying bird.

The sound made Blaine jerk awake, sitting up suddenly so he was no longer resting on Kurt's chest, but sitting beside him.

Blaine's eye widened when it landed on the three boys. Blaine opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Kurt explained "They came to apologize."

Blaine's mouth snapped shut and he nodded. Jeff took this as incentive to start talking. "Blaine, we're so sorry. We had no idea you'd actually get hurt."

"We shouldn't have agreed with Sebastian about throwing a slushie in the first place-even one without something extra added." Nick added.

Blaine studied them for a moment, and for the first time Jeff really wished Wes and David were here to help them figure out what to say-he wished the two had been here before this whole mess started. The two had graduated and were off doing bigger and better things, but Jeff knew if they were around Sebastian would never have gotten this stupid thing approved and gotten Blaine hurt.

"So, why did you all agree to throw a slushie in my face?" Blaine asked softly, dangerously.

"It was meant for Kurt" Trent explained, though for obvious reasons this just seemed to make Blaine even more upset.

"Oh, yeah, because assaulting my boyfriend would've been so much better-it would've been hysterical if Kurt had to go to the hospital because you idiots thought throwing a huge cup of ice at him was a good idea." Blaine drawled sarcastically, and despite the tense situation Jeff couldn't help but think that Kurt was rubbing off on him-in more ways than one.

"Sebastian said it would be a harmless prank! You know, shake you guys up before regionals. We had no idea he would do… this." The blonde clarified, but he could feel the guilt in his gut intensifying.

"He said we should throw it at Kurt because Kurt's a countertenor and that individuality could make New Directions win, so if we convinced him not to sing…" Nick added, shifting nervously under Blaine's hurt expression and Kurt's disbelieving stare.

"Get out." Blaine snapped.

"But-"

"Look," Blaine sighed, rubbing his temples. "You all seen genuinely sorry for what happened but I just-I need some time before I can forgive you."

"Come on Blaine, just-"

"Get. Out." Blaine hissed, cutting Trent off.

They left.