Hiyas! Yeps, me be CA-RAZY!

Help me...?

Anyway, I hope this isn't too disjointed. I wrote it in so many parts! Plus, please ignore the random doodles in the middle. I hasten to add that it wasn't me... *ahem* Coatsy *ahem*

This chapter didn't go at all as I wanted it to, but I think it ended up okay. Even if I did make my darling Hen cry... if Blaine seems at all out of character, it's because he is. I injected a bit of myself into Blaine when he was comforting Henry. Can I help it that I love him?

*awkward silence*

I have to thank you all for what you've done to my views this week! I uploaded Don't Stop last week and it already has 543 views as well as 7 favourites. Just... WOW! T&C has also rocketed from 4,146 to 4,533. I love you alll so, so much. I go crazy at even one view, so to get reviews, alerts, favourites, and the sher number of views is just... mindboggling. Thank you.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Story so far...

After the ND reunion, Tears & Cookies return to Columbus. Kurt has a nightmare about Blaine cheating on him and Blaine has an epiphany about his future with Kurt...

-*T&C*-

Blaine skipped down the Dalton hallway, saying "hi" excitedly to every person walking past him giving him a strange look. He was still bouncing when he entered the staff room.

"You alright, Anderson?"

Blaine turned to see Greg Jones, the headmaster, a grin still firmly plastered to his features. "Sorry, I'm just happy."

The man laughed. "So I can see! I'll have some of what you're on; it's better than coffee."

As Greg walked over to the kettle which had recently boiled, Blaine swayed, saying in a singsong voice, "just looooove, sir. High on loooove..."

Mr Jones frowned, still smiling. "Oh?"

Blaine stopped moving for long enough to sit down at a table with his boss. "I was thinking on the way here and..." he paused dramatically and looked around. Seeing that nobody was paying attention, he coughed and turned serious, deciding that this really wasn't the place to act like a, well, a lovesick puppy. "And I'm going to propose to Kurt."

Greg choked on his drink and raised his eyebrows. "Oh!"

Blaine looked concerned. "You don't think it's a good idea? You think it's too soon? Oh God, you think he's going to say no!" Blaine collapsed on the table, his face pressed between his outstretched arms. He felt a comforting hand on his.

"Hey, I never said that, any of that. I was just surprised that you've finally grown a pair." Blaine looked up sharply, glaring at the older man. "Oy, you're perfect together and you've only just realised this? Hell, I've only met the boy twice and even I love him."

"He's mine!" Blaine winced as he realised how loudly he'd spoken.

The headmaster laughed. "I know, Blaine. And I'm straight. Kurt is an amazing man, and all I'm saying is that you've made the right decision to slap a ring on his slender fingers." Blaine riled up again, only to be patted soothingly on the shoulder. "Your words not mine, I believe?" Blaine blushed. "Anyway, you tell me you've sorted out our weekend staffing problem?"

hllooooo random interval! :D

Darren is a sex god :D

The bell rang and Mr Jones swore, running out of the staff room and into various students. Blaine laughed at the man with whom he'd just been discussing details of the ring with. He had suggested that Blaine go to the jewellers as soon as possible to find something perfect and had offered himself as cover for if Kurt wondered why he was back later than usual. Blaine had also been told that the music teacher, Phil Reeves, was ill, and Blaine had been asked if he wanted to cover his lessons for today. Of course, the answer had been yes.

Now, as Blaine stood from the table and waved a quick hello to everyone who he hadn't had a chance to see yet, he was thinking about what he'd teach. Sure, Mr Reeves would have left lesson plans, but why not mix things up a bit? He didn't want to be the boring teacher who did what they were meant to; enough time with Wes, Mr I-act-like-I-am-doing-what-I'm-meant-to-be-doing-but-actually-I'm-plotting-ways-to-run-this-school, had taught him that. And how that very same Mr Montgomery had the headteacher spot at a school in Dayton.

He passed down the corridor, stepping out into the warm summer air again and strolling over to the Aviary (Greg's idea of a bit of fun after the Warbler room had been built), poking his head around the door. He saw small figure of a boy hunched over the piano, arms on the keys and face buried. Blaine had meant to come in for a few minutes to play something to calm his excitement down but...

The boy gave a loud sniffle and started crying fresh tears, humming something gently under his breath. It wasn't that Blaine had been planning on just leaving him alone, but now he knew there was no way he could leave.

"Henry?"

The boy sat up sharply, almost giving himself whiplash. His face was smeared with tears which were still emerging from his glistening green eyes. His mouth hung open in shock and grief. Blaine's heart began to break as he made his way over to the snivelling fifteen year old. "W-why are you here?"

Henry seemed to realise how weird a question it was as soon as he'd asked it, but instead of a comical questioning face that the teacher would normally give him, he only felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong, Hen?"

More tears slipped freely down the boy's face. Blaine reached out a hand to brush them away, then resting it in the younger singer's loose black hair. He smiled, prompting a response. "It's Dan."

Blaine's face fell and he frowned. "What's happened?"

"H-he's been ignoring me. I d-don't even get to s-see him before lessons anymore when he used to w-walk me to them and he always says he's busy. I th-think he might be avoiding me." The sobs continued, only stronger, and Blaine drew the tearful child into his arms. "I d-don't know what I can do, sir. I f-feel like I'm l-losing him."

Blaine pulled him even closer, thumb rubbing lovingly down Henry's back. He cared a lot about this boy and hated seeing him hurt. But he couldn't be angry at Daniel; he knew just how much that blue-eyed boy adored his boyfriend. But nonetheless, he couldn't help but be concerned for their relationship. "Do you want me to have a word?"

Henry pulled away sharply. "No! No, you c-can't do that! I don't like this b-but it's better than him being prompted to b-break up with me."

"Hey, hush. He's not going to do that. I know just how much he loves you." Henry shook his head slightly and bit his lip. "Don't you dare doubt it; you'd have to be blind to not see it. You mean the world to him, okay?"

Henry was clearly still not happy, but he nodded all the same. Blaine pulled him in for another quick hug.

"So what were you doing in here? I didn't know you could play," he said, motioning to the piano.

Henry blushed. "I can't. But I've been t-trying to learn. Dan loves instruments and I thought he'd like it if I learned to p-play."

"Are you teaching yourself?"

Henry shook his head. "J-Jesse is teaching me. Lunchtimes and before school."

"And now?" Henry looked confused so the teacher elaborated. "Is he teaching you now or has he got a lesson?"

"No, he's got Art."

"And you have a free?"

Henry bit his lip and shook his head slowly. "No. I have English."

"But, Hen, the bell went five minutes ago. You can't just skip lessons!" Blaine was shocked; usually this boy hated to miss anything academic. He turned up to all of his lessons, and usually early, too.

"I know. But I can't go now; I've been crying and if I miss it completely then they'll know I'm here. This way I can pretend I'm ill or something." Henry seemed to have worked everything out.

Blaine pulled the boy into a third hug, holding him close. He drew back and continued to brush the tears out of the youngster's eyes. "How about this? You wash your face and get yourself cleaned up and then I take you to your lesson and apologise for keeping you for sorting out sheetmusic for so long because I didn't notice the time slipping by and I'm sorry but it's all my fault. And in return, I'll teach you a couple of songs on the old ivory?"

Henry hesitated. "You'd lie? For m-me?"

Blaine snorted. "Of course I would! You're like a son to me. Besides, I don't think my boyfriend would be too happy if I told him his favourite Warbler got a detention for not turning up to his lesson. Now come on. Let's wash those tears away."

Five minutes later, with Henry safely dispatched in his classroom ("Sorry, I didn't hear the bell go. No, it's all my fault. He was so marvellous to offer to do that work for me. I am so sorry that I made him arrive late but he's a good student; he'll catch up in no time"), Blaine walked back to the Aviary. His desk in the corner was littered with papers and he decided to have a quick clean up before he started working on his lesson plans for third and fourth period.

First, he filed away the information for Nationals (location, New York; times, arrive for 9; competition, Lullaby League and Purple Hibiscus were the main two). He uncovered his list of all the contact details for his boys, starting with Daniel Abbots and finishing with Luke Winterborne and put them in a file before slotting this onto a shelf. He found a pile of timetables. Ah, yes; he had asked for a copy of everybody's timetables incase he needed to contact them during the day. He had a quick glance through them and saw that quite a few of them had music third period: Amos, Jesse, Anthony, Tyler and Wayne. He also had a few for period four: Simon, Daniel, Bill and Ben. Great, the twins would be a joy! He just hoped they were less... active... when it came to schoolwork than during rehersals. Blaine loved their crazy, but it could get too much very quickly.

Blaine picked up his phone from where he had left it on one of the clear spots on the desk and thumbed through his contact list. He reached 'L' and scrolled up a bit to settle upon the name he held higher than any other. Glancing at the clock, he decided it'd probably be safe to ring as he wouldn't be travelling; hopefully he would have just got in. He pressed 'Call'.

"Hello, you!" The voice on the other end of the line sounded very happy to hear him.

"Hi darling, just wanted to check how you were?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Actually, I, er, wanted to apologise for this morning?" Blaine could almost see his boyfriend bite his lip anxiously.

"Hey, you have nothing to apolgise for. I'm just glad I could have been there for you. Are you sure you're fine now?"

A laugh. "Yes, I'm fine. You worry to much."

"Nope, I just love you."

"And I love you. Aren't you meant to be busy arranging music or something?"

"Nope, I've got to cover a lesson later but checking you're okay is higher on my priority list. Although I can take a hint. You're busy, I'll talk to you later."

"Thank you. Yes, we've had this huge order come in and it's all wrong. Everyone is in a panic as they wanted to start a red theme in the shop and everything that has come in is either green or beige. But it's fine; it didn't have to be red."

Blaine loved that, while this sort of thing happening a couple of years ago would have stressed Kurt out for weeks afterwards, he as now so cool about it, as if he fed off issues like these. "Well I'm sure you'll get it sorted. I'll see you later. I love you."

"Love you too, B. Bye!"

"Au revoir!" Blaine's attempt at French was lost on Kurt as Blaine heard static in his ear. He returned the phone to his desk and made to file the timetables away when he had a thought. He found the one he was looking for and pulled it out from the pile. Perfect; he had a free. Blaine looked at the time again. He should really be sorting out those lesson plans. But this was more important. He stood, opened the door of the Aviary, and headed towards the library.

To most people, all those books would have seemed imposing, daunting. But not to Blaine. He had spent a lot of his younger life in libraries even bigger than this one to hide from bullies, be them people his own age or his father. Even in elementary school he'd still known who he was. But kids, even at that age, could be cruel, and the word 'gay' seemed to almost say 'if you beat me up everyone will think you're really cool'. So, he had spent a lot of his time in libraries. Now, everyone seemed to avoid them unless they were studying. Luckily, Blaine knew the person he was searching for happened to find solace in-between the rows of shelves too, and would always spend his frees surrounded by Dickens and Steinbeck.

Blaine spotted the blond boy surrounded by novels such as these and by tall piles of exercise books. He approached and saw that the boy was wearing earphones, head nodding slightly in time to music. Blaine pulled out the seat next to the boy and sat down. Still, he didn't look up. Blaine coughed lightly but still received no response.

"Daniel?"

The boy jumped slightly and looked up. He saw who it was and smiled, pausing his iPod and pulling the buds out of his ears.

"Hi sir. Blaine," he corrected himself. "What are you doing here?"

Blaine remembered what Henry had said earlier about not wanting him to talk to him. Then he remembered how upset he was. "It's Henry."

Immediately, concern drowned Daniel's face. "What's wrong? Is he okay? Oh God, is he hurt?"

"No, he's fine. Physically." Dan was still agitated. "I saw him earlier. He was in the Aviary. And he... he was in a bad way."

"What's wrong?" Daniel was almost shouting and he was receiving warning looks from the man running the sign-out desk. But he didn't care. "What happened to my Hen?"

"First off, he asked me not to say anything to you. So please don't go repeating this?"

"He's my boyfriend, I need to know!"

"Excuse me sirs, but could you please stop talking or leave? This is a library, not a common room."

Blaine looked up guiltily. "Sorry, George. We'll go. Daniel?"

The boy was already at the door, having packed his books away in record fast time. Blaine apologised to the librarian again and followed the blond out.

"What happened?" Daniel asked again, the door of the library barely having time to swing shut behind his teacher.

"Shall we head over to my room? More private than in a corridor, yes?"

Daniel looked conflicted. He raised his head to stare at the ceiling of said corridor, rocking from one foot to the other. He licked his lips and played with his hands. Finally, he nodded, tears brimming in his blue eyes. Blaine wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders and he led the boy away. He opened the door to the outside and then the one to the Aviary. He sat Dan down on the one sofa and took a seat next to him.

"S-so...?"

"He says you've been avoiding him." Blaine needed to be blunt.

"I- I..." The tears that had been threatening to fall now slipped freely down Daniel's cheeks. Blaine took Dan's hands from his lap and rested them in his own, squeezing them gently and passing on the confidence to continue. "It's just he's so perfect, you know? The way his hair falls over his eyes, how his smile could make a condemned man happy, how he cares about everything no matter how big or small." Here, Daniel paused with a smile. "The way how he sometimes looks at me like I'm the only person in the world. And that's why I've been avoiding him."

"I'm afraid I don't understand?" It was a question rather a statement.

"He's dependent on me. If I wasn't here for him I don't know what he'd do. And so I've been forcing him to try and mix with other people, but with me still close enough that I can step in if needs be. I'm not always going to be there for him and I... I want him to know that."

"So are you leaving him?"

Dan looked appalled. "Good God, no! I love him. I'd never do that. He means everything to me and I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't there and... I'm just as bad, aren't I?"

Blaine nodded sadly and the boy collapsed, crying, into his chest.

"I j-just don't w-want us to become d-dependent on each other. We need to be our own people without each other. These last couple of months have been the best of my life. Since we've found each other I've been so happy. So unbelievably happy. He had been my everything. And me his." Daniel pulled away. "This is really fucked up."

Blaine nodded sadly. "I know how you feel."

Confused blue eyes looked into Blaine's. "You do?"

"Yeah. Kurt and I got together when we were young. We were best friends and then boyfriends. Some people argue that this is the best way to start a relationship, and it kind of is, until there's a fallout."

"You fell out?"

"Oh, a stupid thing. He had applied for NYADA and it felt like it was all he talked about. I felt that he couldn't wait to be away from me. So instead of doing the sensible thing and talking to him about it, I started cutting him out of things, just a little bit, so that I'd be ready for when he went. We had become so dependent on each other that I didn't even have any friends who weren't his. I tried hanging out with other people. That was a painful week." Daniel's eyes fell in sympathy. "But then we talked. We sorted it all out. And we got stronger. His relationships with his friends had weakened a bit because of me and transferring schools and so he started spending more time with them and encouraged me to go out and find other friends too."

"And did you."

Blaine's eyes twinkled slightly with a mixture of sadness and love. "I tried. But I'm not like him; I can't make friendships at the drop of a hat. I'd like to think that I'm friends with all of you-"

"Of course you are!"

Blaine smiled again. "And of course I get on with the other staff. But Kurt is still my best friend. He always will be." Now it was Dan's turn to smile at the sweetness and depth of Blaine's love for Kurt. "But you need to talk to him. Tell him what you're thinking. Just hiding from him doesn't work."

"I know. But he's just so shy... I think he would only try to make friends if he knew it was the only option."

"Henry is stronger than you think. Have more faith in him." Blaine patted the boy's back encouragingly.

"I will. And... thank you. For this. For everything."

The signature 'Blaine smile' lit up the teacher's face. "You're welcome."

The bell rang, piercing the air. Daniel jumped up and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to see him. I'm going to walk him from English. Thanks again. I'll see you later. Thank you!" And with that he was gone.

Blaine smiled as he watched him run over the grass to the main building, dodging the odd body. He caught sight of the boy's boyfriend walking out of the main doors, head down. Dan was obviously a bit too late. Daniel spotted his boyfriend and ran towards him. Henry's head raised, his face lighting up when he saw Dan sprinting through crowds of boys to get to him. Blaine smiled as he saw the pair embracing, seeing the older boy's lips moving quickly, guessing that he was apologising, and Henry shaking his head with a huge smile on his lips. The younger boy chanced a glance at the Aviary and caught the teacher standing, watching, at the window. Blaine was awarded with a similarly large smile.

The pair walked away, Dan with an arm wrapped tightly around Hen's waist. Blaine turned back to the room with a sigh. Dalton had always been good for anti-bullying, but it was even better now. Instead of the occasional derogatory glare that he and Kurt would get, the young couple were being greeted with smiling faces, all happy for them. Anyway, it was already second period and Blaine still hadn't worked on the lesson plans. Another sigh. Maybe he'd just text Kurt first...

"Can you be quiet please?"

Blaine took a look around the classroom. He recognised most of these boys from Glee rehearsals. He spotted Amos sitting near the back of the room with Jesse. Jesse's blue-grey eyes sparkled in laughter at a joke that the Israeli/American boy had said. Clearly the dark-haired Amos was in one of his hyperactive moods. Anthony was also sat at the back of the room, and was shouting jokes out to which everyone was laughing at. Blaine also saw the dark-skinned Wayne sitting next to a boy he didn't recognise, a row in front of best-friend Tyler, who was sat on his own and looking dreamily out of the window, green eyes reflecting as the light hit them. As his blond hair fell across them he flicked his head, pale fingers reaching up to nervously tuck some hair behind his ear. Another roar of laughter stormed the room as Anthony produced a banjo from underneath his desk and started to play it.

"Quiet!"

Silence descended immediately. Twenty pairs of eyes looked his way as Blaine walked from the door which he'd just closed to in front of the desk, which he as now leaning against. "Now, as most of you can probably tell, I'm not Mr Reeves."

"Really Blaine?" Anthony's comment made the class erupt into giggles again.

"Thank you, Mr Berr. And banjo here, please?"

"It's mine, Blaine."

"I know, Anthony, but this is a lesson. You can have it back afterwards. And in this room I am Mr Anderson."

"Yes sir. Sorry." The 6'3" boy stood and brought his guitar to the man at the front of the class who put it behind his desk.

"Now. I was trying to work on something earlier to make this lesson a bit more fun but unfortunately other work came up and so I'm going to have to stick to the lesson plan that Mr Reeves left me. So... Mr Shields? A stringed instrument: go!"

"Banjo," Wayne called back, eliciting a laugh from the class which even Blaine had to smile at.

"Well done. Er, Mr Scott, another?"

"A violin," replied Tyler, still not taking his eyes off the window.

"Good." Blaine decided to let comments about the seating pass; he'd question him later. "Mr Douglass, can you tell me the name of a cellist?"

"Ermm... Brent Kutzle? Cellist and bass guitarist for OneRepublic." Jesse knew his music, which wasn't surprising as he wanted to enter the music industry later in life.

"Yes, fantastic. Mr... is it Mitchell?"

A small boy on the front row nodded. "Jasper, sir. I would audition for your Warblers but my mum says I can only have so many extra-curricular activities."

"No, Jasper, that's fine. I just couldn't get to your name. Could you tell me how many strings there are on a bass guitar?"

"Umm, six?"

Blaine shook his head. "Try again?"

"Eight?"

"Wrong way."

"Three?" Jasper looked panicked now.

"Almost."

"Four?"

"Yes. Four. You guys are all sixteen or seventeen, right?"

"All seventeen, Mr Anderson," Amos offered. "We all have our birthdays fairly early in the year."

"Right. Okay. Well, I'm afraid to tell you that that was just the starter activity. I've been left a test to give to you. It'll take the rest of the lesson." A group groan was sent up and Blaine raised his hands. "Hey, sorry! Not my decision. If I had it my way you'd all be rocking out on four-stringed bass guitars and leaping on tables to sing. But no, Mr Mizrachi. I'm an adult now and I'm meant to be the sensible one."

Wayne snorted. "Sir, when have you ever been that?"

Blaine grinned and picked up the pile of papers to hand to the African boy. "Quiet you. Hand these out for me?"

The lesson passed without a problem and Blaine wished the boys luck as he watched them leave after the lesson. Anthony collected his banjo, and gave an impromptu performance of Hallelujah, before thanking his teacher and leaving too, calling the next class in as per Blaine's request.

The twins ran in, chasing each other. Blaine shook his head at the ginger sixteen year-olds who still acted like excitable toddlers. However fond he was of the pair, they were still often too much energy to handle, especially as there were two of them. They went to sit down together but Blaine called out to them. "Ben, no, you come and sit here please. Other side of the room to your brother."

The slightly more exciteable Greenwood twin looked up at the voice of his Warbler director. "Blaine! How are you on this fine day?" Blaine was suddenly crowded by th twins who were firing questions at him like "how was your weekend" and "where is Mr Reeves" and "never mind him, as we've got you, you'll give us a fun lesson, won't you". Laughing, Blaine waved them off, coughing pointedly as they tried to sit next to each other and Ben slinked off to where Blaine had ordered him to.

Blaine gave a quick wave to Simon as the brown-haired boy entered the classroom. He sat at a desk on the front row and got his books out, ready to learn. He looked a stark contrast to the twins who were now communicating across the room in their secret language. Well, they thought it was secret.

"No Bill, you can't leap up halfway through the lesson and claim you saw a spider in the hope that you can go to lunch early, and Ben you can't help the story by putting a plastic spider on Simon's desk." Blaine looked triumphant as the twins stared at him, open mouthed.

"B-but, Blaine!"

"It wasn't hard. You're forgetting, perhaps, that I've known you since you were fourteen and seen you practically every day since then. I've had a lot of practise in trying to understand you. Successful?"

The twins, instead of grumbling as he'd expected them to do, merely got out their books and sat in a similar position to Simon. In fact, identical. Simon, being at the front of the class, couldn't see them. As he shuffled in his seat, the two ginger-haired boys did the same. Simon started chewing on his pen. In perfect synchronisation, the twins copied.

"Stop!" Blaine laughed. Simon raised an eyebrow in confusion. Blaine tried to splutter a reply out. "The twins. They're... mimicking your every move." As Simon leant back and crossed his arms, Bill and Ben did the same. "Stop it, you two!" It was no use now to try and stop the laughter, but thankfully the boys did what they were told and stopped copying the blue-eyed boy.

"Sorry I'm late!" Daniel appeared at the door of the classroom.

Blaine smiled at him. "That's fine, Dan. We haven't started yet anyway. You sort everything out?"

Daniel grinned. "Yes. Thank you, sir." As the boy passed the desk to go and sit next to Simon, Blaine caught a glimpse of a slight bruise under Dan's ear. Blaine chuckled silently. Well, that was one way of sorting everything out!

"Honey, I'm home!" Blaine called out jokily as he opened the apartment door.

"And what time do you call this?" Kurt stalked out of the lounge and up to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"Mmm, that's a nice way to be greeted," Blaine teased. He received a light hit on his arm. "Hey! Alright, I had a meeting with Greg. Wanted to talk to me about this weekend. You're still up for it, right?"

"You bet I am!"

"Good." Blaine shrugged his jacket off and loosened his bow tie, placing it on his bag on the floor. "So how have you been today?"

"Yeah, good. I love a challenge. It would have been a lot easier though if I wasn't receiving calls and texts all morning." Kurt's glasz eyes sparkled.

"Well I missed you." Blaine lowered his head to nuzzle into his boyfriend's neck.

Kurt pulled away. "There's plenty of time for that later..." His voice was teasing. "But for now, what do you want to eat?"

"Oh, how romantic. There was I trying to get some love from the man I adore and all he can think about is his stomach!" Blaine followed the sound of Kurt's laugh into the kitchen. Images passed through his head of where he had really been for the last hour. The disappointment of not being able to find anything perfect was quickly overshadowed by seeing his gorgeous boyfriend flit around the kitchen, waiting for him.

"So are you going to pick something or what?"

"I love you."

Kurt stopped moving and grinned. "I love you too."

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