AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Losing You" by Busted
Kurt stood in the doorway of the room where the Warblers practiced five minutes before practice was suppose to start watching the activity within. It was business as usual for everyone. The normal groups had formed and Kurt let his gaze linger on each one - from those getting started on homework to Thad, David, and Wes in their usual seats behind the table. The three members of the Warblers council were engaged in their own conversation. From the laughter and smiles on their faces, Kurt doubted it was Warbler business they were talking about as the three council members always took that seriously.
Though he had only known this group for a short time, Kurt knew that he was going to miss all of them. The Warblers, despite those awkward moments that first week he had joined them, had welcomed him with open arms. They had taken the time to get to know him, and while their views and interests might not coincide with his, they had still accepted him. Made him feel like a part of the group. He felt as if his voice was heard even if the Warblers chose not to go with the ideas he put forth - unlike with the New Directions where his ideas were often dismissed with a joke. Still, despite the acceptance he wouldn't call them friends. The Warblers were nice guys, and he enjoyed spending time with them, but he knew he could never voice his inner thoughts to them - not like he could with Rachel, Mercedes and even Finn now to some degree. The Warblers hadn't started a fight with a jock to try to protect him. Hadn't stood by him while his father was in the hospital despite him pushing them away - though he was sure if he had known them then Wes and the others would have.
Despite how welcoming the Warblers, and all of Dalton had been, Kurt's heart still longed for McKinley. He wasn't cut out for the rules, dress code, and traditions that were such a big part of Dalton. He needed more freedom. He needed the New Directions. Most of all though, he needed Blaine and his boyfriend had been nothing but supportive of this decision. Going back to McKinley didn't mean losing Blaine, just not seeing him as much. It was a trade off he was going to have to live with.
Kurt felt a hand clasp his shoulder. Glancing to his side he saw Blaine standing there.
"You ready to break the news to them?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded, feeling anything but ready.
"You're not alone," Blaine told him, reading in Kurt's face what the other teen wasn't saying. "If you get stuck, I'll be ready to jump in and explain things," he assured his boyfriend. Letting his hand slip from Kurt's shoulder Blaine interlaced his fingers with Kurt's and together they entered the room.