Dalton:witnessed

Final chapter

Kurt sighed. "Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't have any juicy stories."

"White boy, you better watch yourself." Mercedes warned. "Between us girls, we have a pretty expansive repertoire."

Kurt smirked slyly. "Yes, I do know. But some stuff has gone down tonight that I would never have thought possible..." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand the slightest bit tighter.

"So really, I'm sure I can handle anything you throw at me."

"Is that a challenge?" Santana sat up in her chair.

"Why yes, Satan. It is."

Santana smirked. "Well, I can't wait for this."

"So you're saying that Kurt has done things that are blackmail-worthy?" Blaine said, raising his eyebrows. Kurt smacked him on the shoulder with a little yelp.

"Why do you seem so interested in that?" Kurt hissed.

"Hey," Blaine defended, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just... always thought you were so innocent, you know?" Blaine blushed.

Now it was Kurt's turn to raise an eyebrow. Santana snorted and Mercedes laughed straight out. Kurt shot her a warning glare. "Are you turning on me too, Cedes?" Kurt asked, feigning hurt.

She just shrugged dismissively. David burst in, "Oh, do tell. We just must know the true Kurt Hummel."

"He wasn't anything special until sophomore year." Santana said.

Kurt laughed harshly. "Thanks, Santana, for totally relegating my entire childhood."

"Relegating?" Brittany asked softly. "Kurtie, I don't know what that means."

Kurt smiled softly. "It means to make something worth less, boo."

"Oh, okay!" Brittany said, before confusion swept over her features once more. "But how can it be worth less than it already is?"

Instead of being offended, Kurt just looked baffled. "Pardon?"

"I thought childhood was priceless."

"So," Wes started after the laughter had faded, "What made Kurt suddenly stand out in sophomore year?"

"Yeah, I'm not here. Just keep talking about me." Kurt muttered under his breath. Blaine chuckled, squeezing his hand.

"When he tried out for Glee club." Rachel piped up. "That last note!" She gushed.

"Oh, nostalgia!" Quinn sighed. "Kurt was so cute back then!"

Tina giggled. "Everyone was different." She mused. "I had a stutter, Quinn was a bitch, Mercedes had an afro, Rachel... well, she's pretty much the same."

Shouts of indignation filled the room. "I fixed my hair!" Mercedes defended.

David giggled and pulled her closer. "I think it looks lovely."

"What did you sing?" Blaine questioned quietly as Kurt settled himself against his chest.

"Mister Cellophane." Kurt answered, looking up with a small smile. "They're right." He whispered. "So much has changed."

"For the better, I would hope."

Kurt only pressed a chaste kiss to his lips in reply.

"What was my next big stand-out moment, ladies?" Kurt asked teasingly.

"A lot of your stand-outs weren't singing." Quinn pointed out. "A lot of it was things you said or did."

"Such as?"