"Going home for the weekend, Blaine?" inquired Kurt when they were in Dalton's student parking lot.

"Yeah, going to sleep in 'till twelve tomorrow." Blaine said tiredly. He had a hard week with all the drama surrounding finals and what songs to sing at Regionals. Little did the rest of the Warblers know that Blaine Anderson was not looking forward to going home. Going home meant that he would have to face homophobic father and disapproving mother and face the whole "homosexuality is sinful" and crap speech over and over again.

"See you on Monday, Kurt!" Blaine said to Kurt as he was given a tight hug in return.

Kurt whispered into his ear "See you on Monday, too. I'll miss you even if it's only for two days. Courage, Blaine." Blaine jumped, surprised. Did Kurt know?

Blaine finally got into his shiny, sleek, and silver Aston Martin Vanquish and sat there for a minute, trying to process what just happened. He finally called his brother to let him know that he would be coming home; Blaine missed his supportive younger brother Joey.

He drove the two hours from Dalton to Westerville without incident. Blaine contemplated what home would be like this time around with news that he would announce that Kurt was his boyfriend. His parents reacted violently when he first told them that he was gay and nothing would change that. They were stunned, wondering what to do. What happened next was shocking for Blaine, his father threw his dinner plate full of food at Blaine and told him never to bring it up ever again or he would kill him. Blaine never came back to the house again; instead staying at Dalton for weekends and breaks since Joey usually would come and visit Blaine at Dalton. But this time he wanted to collect some things from his room and tell the news to his family.

Blaine quietly opened the door to his house after parking the car in the driveway. He went up to his room to collect some of his stuff to put in the car. As he was coming back into the house he heard a deafening air horn. "Joey, I'm gonna kill you!" Blaine muttered angrily as a Nerf gun dart struck him in the middle of his forehead. He raced up to his room and found his beloved Deploy CS-6 and N-Strike Stampede ECS-50, strapped the Deploy and bullet bag to each of his legs and cautiously stepped down the stairs with his Stampede in his hands.

"Joey," Blaine taunted, "come out, come out wherever you are." Suddenly a bullet struck the wall behind him. He aimed the gun at the wall and hid behind another. Blaine then heard a swoosh, like someone running. A shadowy figure passed him in the corner of his eye; Blaine shot and was rewarded with an "Oof!" but wasn't his brother's voice?

Blaine chuckled, Joey's starting to learn, he thought. He quickly texted his neighbor, Mairead, with whom he had been friends with for years. Blaine quickly ran outside in the snow to rendezvous to with Mairead, his awesome friend and the most accurate shot he's seen.

Mairead smiled. "Hey, you're back! How's it been? I've missed my Nerf partner." She elbowed him in the ribs.

Blaine grinned and tried to headlock her, but she sprinted away. "I'll tell you all about it later, when a pesky little problem in my house is solved." He told her.

"Joey, again? I thought he knew that he can't escape me." She exclaimed as she was loading her modified Barricade gun with eighty bullets.

Blaine sighed. "He did, the little bugger brought in reinforcements. I'm thinking another friend from school who's actually a good shot this time around. From what I can tell from the bullet, he's probably using a Crossbow modified for whistler bullets." Mairead laughed and then stopped. She pointed at the window. Joey and his little friend were peeking from behind a curtain in the living room.

He groaned as Mairead slung her bullet bag across her back. "Okay, here's the plan…"

Mairead quietly snuck in the backyard porch door as Blaine loudly opened and slammed the front door. "Hey, Joey! Mom just called, she's coming home in five minutes!" He heard rustling from behind the fake palm tree near the door. Blaine shot three bullets, and to his dismay, it was Joey's remote control car. Dammit, he thought. Suddenly, five bullets were streaking towards him. He rolled out of the way and heard the back door opening, Mairead was coming in. She was a dead accurate shot no matter where she was and if she was moving or not. Dodging, however, was a whole different story. It was like she could anticipate the shots coming at her before they were even shot. Blaine always wondered what she like playing tennis whether she was like that as well.

"Gotcha! Take that you little bugger!" Blaine shouted as he shot a bullet over his shoulder.

"Uh, Blaine, that was me." Mairead said with a deadpan voice, and a bullet kinda in the middle of her forehead.

Blaine burst out laughing; he thought he would never see the day when he actually hit Mairead with some kind of projectile.

Suddenly, the two were bombarded with foam bullets from above. The duo shot only two bullets each, one into each of their attackers' eyes. Bingo, Blaine thought devilishly has he heard two people groan in pain.

The door opened out in came two people that Blaine thought would be home in another two hours. He stared in horror.