DISCLAIMER- I don't own Glee. And all the characters belong to Ryan Murphy... But. Kurt owns my heart. AND Sam. ^_^

May Contain Spoilers.

Running his soft fingers through his luxurious brown hair, Kurt smiled to himself while listening to Mercedes gossip. Even though the fashionable pair had seen each other every week in the holiday, they both needed to catch up with each other, mostly chatting about clothes and music. The soprano hummed quietly to himself, as his eyes flickered to the front, noticing a certain Rachel Berry march into the Choir Room, a wide grin on her face and the quarterback on her arm.

"Quiet Everybody! As you all probably know, Finn and I have been dating all summer, and while on these dates of romance and lust, Finn has had an idea. To be honest, I'm not sure about it, but I guess that the group shall decide together."

Kurt rolled his eyes, swinging his leg over the other, crossing his arms over his stomach. He quickly fixed his bangs and glanced at Finn, who was shuffling a little. The jock stepped forward, Rachel following his every move and Finn looked up at Mr Schuester who was leaning against the shiny black piano.

"Well, if we're gonna beat Vocal Adrenaline, we're gonna need more people. People with talent, charc...chera..?"

Finn stuttered, trying to think of the word, gazing into space, confused. Rachel stood on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear, a smile brightening up Finn's face.

"Ah, yeah. Talent, character," Finn spoke the word proudly. "And passion for music. I think we should hold some auditions to get some other people involved. With them, maybe we can beat V.A."

Rachel nodded, frowning a little, but after getting a thumbs up from the curly-haired teacher, she sat down, Finn following close behind, planting himself next to her.

"That's be a great idea guys. I'll put up a few posters and sign-up sheets around the school. Finn, Rachel, you two do the same. It'd be great advertising." Mr Schue smiled and looked at the class.

Kurt gave Mercedes a grin of approval, and the two of them high-fived gently. The bell rang for lunch, and Mr Schue stood in the doorway.

"I'll see you guys in an hour!"

Their teacher quickly left, and Kurt stood up, straightening out his shirt and linking arms with Mercedes.

"This, my dear, will be fabulous! I can see it already. A few more back-ups highlighting the intensity of our voices, and this time next year, we will all be gazing at the Regionals trophy, gleaming in our trophy cabinet. 'New Directions' encrusted in the golden plaque below."

Mercedes giggled and agreed, her dark, curled hair bouncing on her shoulders. The best friends strutted towards the lunch hall, both receiving cherry slushies as they entered, both of their faces dripping wet with cold, icy slush. Kurt wiped his eyes and watched Karofsky and Azimio walk away smirking, a disgusted look on his un-blemished face.