A/N: OMG. I had SO MUCH FUN writing THIS one! I hope you enjoy! ;)
Chapter 6- Girl's Night In
Kurt dropped his overnight bag with a huff next to his best friend, Rachel Berry's bedroom. Spending so much time at Dalton nowadays, he hardly had time for his own friends. Rachel invited Kurt over, along with Mercedes, for their monthly sleepover. He took a deep breath, and knocked gently on her door.
"Kurt, you know you can come in!" Came Rachel's voice from inside the bedroom.
He smiled, picked up his bag, and made his way in. "Hi, ladies! How's my girls?"
Mercedes's eyes lit up when he walked in, and she walked over to him to give him a big bear hug. "Boo! I've missed you!"
Kurt chuckled fondly, responding, "I missed you too, Mercedes..."
Rachel squealed over by her vanity, jumping up an down, with excitement. "You guys! We're all back together!" She wiped an imaginary tear away from her eye.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, and Kurt said, "Yes, yes we are! So what's first ladies! The Notebook? Facials?"
"Actually, Kurt, I wanted to ask you a question. Come sit. Mercedes, please grab the vegan dip and crackers." She replied, ushering a confused looking Kurt over to her bed.
They sat down, and she wiped her hands slowly on her satin pink pjs. "So tell me how is Dalton?"
"It's wonderful. I'm finally happy. Safe. But, I miss you guys..." He answered, with a frown. "How are the New Directions?"
Mercedes came back in with the food, which probably, Rachel would end up being the only one eating it. Mercedes joined them on the bed, and popped open a Coke can, taking a drink of the fizzy soda.
"Oh, Kurt, that's not what I want to talk to you about. So, what's so wonderful about Dalton?" She ignored the other question, waving her hand. She smirked when she asked about Dalton.
Kurt looked down, finding the seam of his pants suddenly interesting. "I-It's a g-great school...f-friendly people...the classes aren't TOO h-hard..." He mumbled, avoiding her eyes. He hasn't told either of them about his crush on one Blaine Anderson. Kurt blushed a deep red, fiddling with his skinnies.
"Kurt, who's the boy." Rachel deadpanned, knowing his best friend all too well.
Kurt scoffed and finally looked up to Rachel, folding his arms across his chest. "And WHAT makes you think there's a boy?" He denied.
"Rachel, shut up. Sheesh. He doesn't have to tell us...It's ok white boy." She smiled at him, and he met her gaze with a silent thank you! in his eyes.
"Fine. You're NO fun, Kurt. Ooo! I know! Let's prank call some people!" Rachel said, clapping her hands.
"That doesn't sound too bad...you wanna Kurt?" Mercedes said, wriggling her thin, black eyebrows at Kurt.
Kurt just shrugged. "Ok."
"Ok, where's your phone?" Rachel asked, getting comfortable and placing a pillow on her lap.
Kurt just stared at her. "M-Mine? Why can't we use YOURS, Rachel?" He asked suspiciously with his signature bitch glare. He KNEW she was up to something, he just didn't know what it was...
"Oh, mine's dead. I'm charging it. Plus, I'm waiting on a phone call from Finn. Sorry, Kurt." She answered, with a waved of her hand again.
Kurt's stomach felt a little bit uneasy...What is she up to? What's the worst that could happen? He thought with a deep sigh, then handed his phone over.
"Mercedes, give me a number, hurry." Rachel demanded.
"Ok...555-2745...?" She muttered, leaning up against Rachel's bedpost to get comfortable.
"Ssssh, I'm dialing guys!" She whispered, dialing that number, but still using *67.
The phone rang a couple times, and she put his phone on speaker.
"Hello?" A tired woman's voice came on.
Rachel gave a knowing look to Mercedes.
Mercedes spoke in a business tone, "Hello. Do you understand that you owe the IRS $20,000 from refusing to fill out last years taxes?"
The woman on the line gasped, sputtering out a "B-But, I thought m-my husband p-paid them? Damn it...I'm g-gonna kill him! WESLEY PAUL!" She suddenly screamed into the phone.
Mercedes burst out laughing, after Rachel hung up.
"That's how it's done." Rachel boasted, with a flip of her hair.
Mercedes gave her a "Really?" look, and Rachel looked from Kurt to her, then back to Kurt again.
"I did that, Rachel..." Mercedes said.
Kurt snickered quietly. Oh, how I've missed them both.
Rachel pressed her lips into a thin line, then asked Kurt, "Fine. Next. Kurt, give me a number." She held his phone, preparing to dial.
Kurt blurted out, "555-1932," without thinking.
Mercedes raised her eyes at Rachel, which was completely unnoticed by Kurt. Rachel shrugged, and dialed.
"Hello?" A familiar, deep, SEXY voice said on the other end.
Oh SHIT. I just blurted out Blaine's number. Kurt thought, horrified. Kurt's face turned beet red, and he squealed quietly, buring his face into a pillow.
"Hi. Who is this?" Rachel asked.
"Who is this? This is Blaine. You called me, remember?" Blaine said sarcastically.
Mercedes caught on, and she said, "Wait. Blaine? Do you go to Dalton?"
"Yeah, why?" He replied, confusion obvious in his voice.
Kurt silently mouthed to Rachel PLEASE PLEASE HANG UP! PLEASE!
Rachel smirked, knowing Kurt and this...Blaine were somehow friends. "Actually, Blaine, there's someone here who wants to talk to you...you may know him?"
Kurt frantically shook his head, his hands flailing everywhere, clearly desperate for Rachel Barbara Berry to just hang up the damn phone.
And, clearly, she wouldn't.
"Oh, well, who is it?" He asked, a shuffling noise on the other end. Probably getting comfortable.
"Kurt Hummel." Rachel said, grinning.
"Ah! Yes, I know Kurt. Sure! Put him on!" Blaine said excitedly.
Rachel took him off of speaker, handed his phone to him, and Kurt sqeaked out a "H-Hello?" He cleared his throat, and got up to talk to Blaine in private in the hallway.
Rachel and Mercedes high-fived each other once he was out of the room. They snickered quietly, and a couple minutes later, a flushed, dopey smiled Kurt Hummel walked in.
"And...?" Mercedes asked, clearly intriuged.
"H-He...he asked m-me out...for coffee..." Kurt stared at his phone, with a lovestruck smile.
Rachel, once again, hive-fived Mercedes and said, "Best. Sleepover. Ever."