Wow this chapter is insanely longer than the last one. Haha! Anyways, enjoy!

Lauren POV

"Don't leave Puckerman, I got to use the loo." Lauren stood up and walked across the restaurant. Puck's eyes followed her the whole way.

The door to the bathroom swung open when Lauren entered and found Quinn standing at the mirror, fixing her flawless make up.

"Hey Fabray," said Lauren.

"Lauren!" Quinn smiled. "You here with Puck?"

"You guessed it. You here with that blondie of yours?"

"Yes, I'm here with Sam." Quinn began to apply blush.

"Did you hear about Kurt?" Lauren asked.

""What about him?" Quinn shut her blush and slid it into her purse. She leaned one hip against the seat, intrigued.

"He and his boyfriend were getting it on in his room when Finn walked in."

"No way!" said Quinn.

"Uh-huh. Snogging on the couch." Lauren filled her in on the details.

"Whew, Kurt," Quinn giggled. "What happened to 'the sexy touch of fingertips?"

Lauren shrugged. "Blaine must be an animal, because I know Kurt didn't learn anything from living with Finn." Quinn smirked.

"Or maybe he's been hanging with Puckerman." Lauren raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Quinn smiled faintly. "That too. I'll see you in Glee, Lauren."

Quinn POV

Quinn sat down at the booth.

"What took you so long?" asked Sam.

"Oh, I ran into Lauren, she was telling me this interesting story about Kurt."

"Kurt, what about him?" He took a sip of water.

"Well, he and Blaine were getting on in his room-"

"Say no more, I'm good," Sam said, sputtering on his drink.

"I'm not." Santana was standing by their table. "Tell me, this sounds good."

"Tell her some place else, really. I don't want to know."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "It's not like they were doing it,Sam. Finn would be in a coma right now if they were."

"Still, I don't really liek gossiping," Sam said.

"Come on Quinn, walk with me for a minute," Santana urged.

"Order me ravioli, honey," said Quinn, kissing Sam as she stood to go.

Sam POV

Quinn left with Santana. They stood by the door talking and laughing.

Don't get me wrong,Sam thought. I don't have a problem with Kurt, but I don't really do the gossip thing after everything with Finn and Quinn.Sam glanced at Quinn and Santana. There was a look of pure mirth on Santana's face. He shook his head and turned back to the table.

"Wanky wanky!" Santana's voice rang out over the restaurant. Quinn was choking back laughter as she shushed her friend, and then waved goodbye before heading back to Sam.

"What can I get for you?" asked the waitress.

"Oh," said Sam, not having seen her arrive. "I'll have a chicken salad and some ravioli for my girlfriend." He pointed to Quinn, grinning.

Santana POV

"And then Finn walked in and freakedout," Santana finished. Her head lay on Brittany's lap as they watched Degrassi.Brittany's fingers played with Santana's hair.

"Where do you think he learned how to be so...non-Kurt like?" Santana smiled.

"I taught him everything he knows," replied Brittany in her soft, monotone voice.

"What?"

"Remember when Kurt tried being straight? I totally made out with him. That means I've kissed every guy in our school, and one girl." Santana turned her head to look at her girlfriend and smiled.

"But I'm the only one that counts, right?" she asked.

"Of course."

Brittany POV

"Text Artie, see if he knows," Santana said.

"Why me?" Brittany asked.

"'Cause I'm eating popcorn." Santana popped another handful in her mouth and licked her manicured fingers. Britt pulled out her phone.

Britt: Kurt and Blaine gettin' it on.

Artie: Whatcha say!

Britt: snogging on the couch ;)

Artie: Kurt? Getting it on?

Britt: Sitting on Blaine's lap like I used to do 2 u ;)

Artie: Don't say that in front of ur gf lol Britt.

Britt:Gtg, watching Degrassi

Artie: c u in Glee!

Artie POV

Artie put his phone down. He, Tina and Mike were having a Just Dance tournament. Artie could still play that, so he was pretty kick ass at it because he played it a lot. Mike was still destroying him and Tina though.

"Hey guys, get this!" He showed them Brittany's texts.

"Whoa, Artie, didn't need to know you and Britt did the whole lap dance thing." Tina giggled.

"This isn't about me!" argued Artie.

"Whoa, Kurt!" said Mike, going back to the game. "He's getting some action!"

"More like taking it for himself!" said Artie. They were all silent watching Mike dance for a minute, then Crazy in Lovecame on and they all collapsed laughing as they remembered the ridiculous Hair/CIL mash-up they did last year.