Wow. Puck and Mike in the Warblers? It seemed... weird. Totally weird. And Kurt was sure he needed to pinch himself to make sure this was really happening. "Are you guys just here during the week? Some students are from out of state, so they're here all the time, but Blaine and me go home on weekends. He's right though. I was always made to feel welcome here. Everyone is very helpful and very friendly."

He pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's temple and rubbed his shoulder affectionately. Blaine was diluting the whole issue. He had been in pain all week from that damn punch to the face, and he hadn't been sleeping well from nightmares flashing back to his earlier attack. He was good today, though. The Warblers had covered for him and Kurt slept in Blaine's room with him, and after some making out, they crashed out about eight pm and got a really good sleep wrapped up in Blaine's single bed together. "Yes, yes. I'll have to sacrifice my fabulous outfits for the blazer, but I'm sure I can deign myself to cope for now," he joked. He didn't regret the choice to toss McKinley once and for all. That school was probably decades off acceptance and zero tolerance. He was over it. Blaine was worth coming back.