Wes looked at his phone. "Guys, we're scheduled for an impromptu performance at 3:00. Looks like we'll have to cancel, without Blaine available to sing lead." (Scheduling less than 24 hours in advance was the Warbler version of impromptu.)

Blaine, who had been snoozing on Kurt's lap, woke up and barked and David laughed, "I think he heard you."

When he barked again, bounced up to Jeff, barked a third time, and then bounced at him from a different direction, Kurt said, "Your turn to move the sofa. How can he get all of his toys under there in less than a minute?"

"Dedication," Jeff muttered, but when he turned to the sofa, Blaine barked and nudged him towards the center of the room.

"Dude, he thinks you're a sheep and he's herding you." Nick was way too amused and Jeff made a very clear gesture at him before deciding to humor Blaine. When he was standing in the middle of the room, Blaine started doing the same to David and then, to Jeff's full satisfaction, to Nick.

"Aww, he's so cute when he's being a sheepdog, huh, who's a curly-haired sheepdog?" Kurt got down to play with and pet Blaine, who jumped up and down, wriggling with delight at being petted, wagging his entire body, and then, with an air of "back to business," started to herd Flint. Flint proved more challenging since he was texting his girlfriend and Blaine barked at him several times. "Sorry, Blaine, we can play sheep flock in a minute, let me just-" he muttered distractedly.

Blaine settled back on his haunches for an instant, looking as though he was tapping his foot and looking at his watched, and then jumped from the floor to the seat of the nearest chair, from the seat to the back of the chair, and then launched himself right at Flint, grabbing his phone in his mouth, and then strutting to the center of the room where he dropped it. Flint scrambled after his phone, picked it up, and then groaned, "Blaine, you triggered autocorrect on my girlfriend!"

Kurt had to know. "What did it say?"

"I meant to say that it's so easy to impersonate our new French teacher, I can't stop." He groaned softly. "He changed it to impregnate." He started typing frantically and then sighed. "Close one."

Kurt had been distracted enough by this minidrama that he missed Blaine herding Wes, and then it hit him. "Gentlemen, he's getting us into position for 'Part of Me.' I think Blaine's intent that the show will go on."

Trent managed to stop laughing long enough to hum the pitches and Blaine scrambled to the front as the Warblers started to sing. While Blaine didn't try to sing, he danced even more exuberantly than usual and even tossed in a few backflips. David considered this a challenge and broke formation to come forward and do the same.

"I like it, I like it," Thad breathed. "Gotta do that during performance."

Wes broke formation as well to grab his gavel. "Right, we'll do that. For the vocal lines, partner with the person behind you and take one line together, starting stage right to left."

For some reason, the rest of the students had no problems at all identifying the curly-haired, exuberant, furniture-jumping lead performer of the Warblers as Blaine during the performance, and it was a happily tired and very-thoroughly petted and fed Blaine that Kurt tucked under his arm afterward to take to his dorm to finish studying before dinner.

Blaine Anderson did a lot of things during his Dalton tenure to interrupt Kurt's studies. Sudden duet requests, coming in bearing coffee and cookies, coming in baring only a towel and request for the spare key he had entrusted to Kurt, and so on, but there was one line he had never crossed until now.

Eyes dancing, his threat was all too clear. "Play with me or I start chewing the shoe."

The shoe being a Christian Louboutin that Kurt still couldn't believe he had found on eBay for $60, thanks to an unsuspecting lister , bad photographs, and several misspellings in the listing. It was only his well-honed Spidey Shopping Sense that made him realize what they were and swoop them away from that undeserving person who insulted them by listing them as Buy It Now for $60 to a home where they'd be cherished appropriately. It wasn't as much a purchase as a rescue mission, in Kurt's eyes.

"Blaine, one tooth on those and you are history!"

Blaine wagged, having successfully gotten Kurt's attention, and happily came over to him and rolled tummy-up. That tummy and those excited, happy, confident eyes and anticipatory wagging would have appeased almost anybody, and the little whine pushed Kurt out of The Wrath of Khan Ain't Nothing territory into Cooing and Cuddling Territory. After petting, Blaine brought one of his chew toys over for a round of fetch and they passed that way until dinnertime.

Before leaving the dorm room, though, Kurt put the Louboutins on the highest shelf and gave Blaine a warning glare that got only big innocent "I would never dream of chewing on a shoe" eyes and another wag.

Kurt was keeping more careful track of time than the Warblers had during his episode with the Zoology Curse. Of course, considering that Blaine had threatened his shoes, that didn't necessarily mean that he was going to make sure that Blaine was in his dorm room or some other private place with clothing handy. Plus, he had to go through the comments later about "haven't seen as much of you lately, Kurt," and, from the students in Art History, references to Dejeuner sur l'herbe, and so the temptation to take Blaine for a walk in the middle of town at transition time was there.

However, he didn't want to trigger a cycle of revenge with one of the better pranksters in the school, not to mention the thought of his dad getting wind of Blaine having an exhibitionist moment in the middle of town, so he took Blaine's clothing along when he took Blaine to class. He was glad that it was going to happen in history instead of Chemistry because the day before, one of the smells in the lab put Blaine in a humping state of mind and the teacher resented being upstaged by his own desk during a lecture, so he put a mournful Blaine in a carrier for that class. Blaine's air was so dejected that Kurt nearly got him a little tin cup to run against the mesh of the carrier.

Kurt thought of shoes, socks, underwear, shirt, pants, tie, blazer, and hair gel.

Kurt didn't think of Daylight Savings Time.

Blaine never really reminded anybody of the Hulk before in his life, but the resemblance was there, a little bit, as he burst out of the carrier. Except the Hulk seemed to be able to keep shorts on, while Blaine wasn't wearing anything but a collar and gooseflesh, and, a few moments later, a full-body blush.

He scrambled into his clothing, apologizing so hard he was tripping over his tongue and his pants legs, while Kurt admired the view and a few other students had to be stopped from their activities with a stern "Put those phones away!" from the teacher.

Kurt had learned a lot at McKinley. He'd learned about acceptance, team spirit, standing up for himself, and not giving in on matters of principle. He'd also, thanks to Puck and Lauren's influence, learned about how to get or erase security camera footage. If it was there, he was going to get it. If Blaine wanted it erased, well, Kurt had also learned about blackmail.