Mike dug his own schedule out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Same, but I've got Music instead of Spanish. Uh, why are they fumigating? It's not a flesh-eating virus, is it?" he asked uncertainly, looking up at the ornate buildings that were Dalton Academy.

He waited while Kurt and Blaine did their little couple things and smirked at them, but started to follow along beside them after they gathered their stuff up and began to make their way back up to the school. He couldn't help but keep glancing at Kurt and Blaine curiously as they walked. It was nice to see after the ordeal of the prom. Mike remembered feeling like his ass had dropped out of him when Finn had come to tell them Blaine had been hit in the school carpark and he was taken to the ER. It was horrible. But Dalton was a safehaven, and Kurt actually looked at ease here with his other half. Nope, Mike didn't regret his decision at all. "So, how do we get into the Warblers? Do we have to shave our eyebrows and dress up like a giant canary for a week? Is there, like, initiation or something?"