nick.

Nick knew that Blaine leaving Dalton was in the past and he couldn’t undo anything, even if he really wanted to. Nope, not at all. He felt for Blaine, he was unable to do anything and it was all up to the New Directions and they have done the work. He shook his head, looking down. “No, not really. All I really know is that he was jealous of what you and Kurt had, and that is why he wanted it to happen to him and not you. Still doesn’t make it right. But the only thing he told us was that it was JUST a slushie before hand.” Nick told his friend, remembering the day. It all went so quickly and then continued. “We all just found out what he put in, it was rock salt… gosh Blaine if I had ANY idea it would happen I would have stopped it in a heart beat. There is no doubt about it. I am so sorry this happened to you. Let me tell you something, he will get what is coming. Dalton’s zero tolerance policy might finally have a use.” He said, grabbing his friends hand. “How do you feel though really? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, sorry.” He said looking down at the floor. He did’t know why he couldn’t talk to Blaine in this state. This is not how things should be. “I am glad to see you too Blaine. You have no idea. Things will get better soon. Warblers honor.”

“I thought my relationship wasn’t an issue anymore.”  That was wrong.  Blaine knew that “cloud” lingered in the background of their conversations that often borderlined on inappropriate.  Ones he denied to Kurt were anything close.  To the point that he felt guilty for lying.  But he didn’t think the underlying tension would come to a head like this. Above all? Sebastian was his friend. A betrayal of stealing a setlist and announcing it to his friends where he got the information was an extreme in Blaine’s book.  One he had yet to confront Sebastian on but after he got over the hurt?  He fully planned on doing.  Until–things spiralled even worse and here we are.  An extreme that went beyond–beyond.  Everything was broken.  Blaine was left sitting in the hospital overnight wondering how he could have saw it coming and stopped it.  Instead of feeding into it like he felt he did.  This was all so screwed up.  “It hurts–yeah.  They kept me here because–under eighteen and just taking safety measures.  I’ll go home in the morning til I come see a specialist and they determine the extent of the damage and what has to be done.”  Don’t even get him started on how petrified he was when he thought about what might happen if it was too much. No amount of reassurance from the E.R. doctor could put that worry to rest. “Nick? Before any of you say anything?  I want to talk to Sebastian first.  Listen.  I haven’t named him as being the one who did it.  I got in trouble but..I know what he goes through at home. If his Dad found out? Can you tell the guys to let me talk to him?  Just–don’t say anything yet. If it comes to that–we can.  I promise.  Please promise me too, okay?”