"Kurt, remind me why I'm covered in glitter?"

Kurt Hummel giggled and arranged some tinsel around Blaine's neck. "Because I like glitter."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably and tried not to inhale any of the pink feather boa that was on his head. "It itches."

"Stay still. I need to get you looking perfect."

"So I'm not perfect already?"

"I didn't say that." Kurt's tongue was sticking out, looking the cutest Blaine had ever seen him.

"You implied it."

"Oh, shut up. You're worse than Finn."

"Good move Kurt, likening me to Frakenteen, your ex."

"He's not my ex. Nothing happened."

Blaine's hand reached up to brush the boa out of his eyes, but Kurt slapped it away. "Don't move."

"For god's sake! Kurt, what are the rest of the guys going to think when they see me looking like a Christmas drag queen."

Kurt stood up. "Firstly, Mr Anderson, they are not, the rest of the guys, they are the Warblers, and if you don't like it then you can clear off!"

Kurt's mobile rang before Blaine could find a sarcastic comeback.

Kurt grabbed it from the floor and wiped some glitter off before answering it. "Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking."

"Quinny! Oh my goodness, we haven't spoken in ages. And you don't need to say your surname, how many Quinn's are there?"

Blaine tapped Kurt's leg. "Who's Quinn?"

Kurt put a finger on his lips. "So, do you want to meet up for coffee? Yeah…Mmm, there's a coffee place nearby."

Blaine rocked back and forth. What was taking so long? How long did it take to arrange a coffee date?

"You want to invite who? Oh, no, I am not talking to him. Nuh uh." Kurt's eyes had widened and he looked as if she had told him to wear plaid and listen to John Mellencamp.

"Really? An apologise? I might…So you two are friends? Yep…Ok, see you tomorrow! Bye sweetie." He ended the call and dropped the phone onto the table.

"So, who's the lucky girl?"

"Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader, ex of Finn and girlfriend of Sam. And she's bringing Karofsky."

"Why am I wearing this?"

Quinn sat on the tacky little seats at the mall and looked at Karofsky with raised eyebrows. "Because I want you to make a good impression."

"It's only Kurt." Dave tugged at the stiff collar.

"Kurt Hummel, the boy who oozes fashion, the boy who had the guts to wear a skirt to school, the boy you mauled the mouth of in a smelly locker room."

"Quinn, why do I hang around with you?"

"Oh and did I remind you, I'm paying for your outfit?"

Dave turned back to the mirror. "I don't know."

Quinn stood up and held up a shirt beside him. "What do you think, blue or white?"

Dave looked at Quinn. "Why can't I wear my letterman jacket?"

Quinn spoke into his ear. "Chubby boy who sweats too much, remember?"

Dave shuddered. "Whatever you say to make him like me."

"Blue then." Quinn thrust the blue shirt at him.

"Hey, K-Man!"

Dave's ears turned red. "Crap, it's Azimo."

The other boy sauntered up to them and checked out Karofsky with obvious surprise. "What the hell you wearing man?"

"Um…It was her idea." Dave pointed at Quinn who wiggled her fingers.

"How did you get a hot mama like Fabray?" Azimo asked, looking at Quinn.

"Shit happened. Now Karofsky, go change back into your own clothes." Quinn handed him back his clothes, and Dave hurried back into the changing room.

"So are you two going out?" Azimo sat down next to Quinn.

She glared at him. "I'm going out with Sam Evans."

"You were going out with Finn when you did the deed with Puck."

"Oh piss off!" Quinn checked her watch. Only five hours left till utter chaos.