Ziva opened the door and smiled. "Oh Rachel," she gasped. "You look beautiful." She grabbed her niece into a hug, then held her at arms length. "At yafa!"

Rachel giggled. "Thank you Dodah."

Ziva let her go and say, "Come in, come in. Blaine is going a little stir crazy trying to choose the perfect bowtie, and I'm fairly certain that Sam is close to committing murder because of it."

Rachel walked in and shut the door behind her. "Maybe I should go help." She went to Blaine's room and said her hellos to the boys.

"You look great Rachel," Sam stated with a wink.

"Yeah Rach. You look amazing," Blaine exclaimed. He picked Rachel up and spun her around the room. They were laughing as he placed her feet back on the floor. "I think I have a tie that matches your dress," he told her as he looked through his drawer. He pulled one out and put it on. Turning to Rachel and Sam he asked, "How do I look?"

"You look very handsome Blaine," Rachel said with a smile.

"Yeah dude. And I know that we're going to the dance in a bug group, but maybe Kurt will ask you to dance," Sam said with a wink.

"I don't like Kurt in that way though. I mean yeah, if he asks me to dance I won't say no. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but I also don't want to lead him on. Or does that sound like a horrible idea?"

"I don't know Blaine, from everything you've told me about Kurt, I think that he could read too much into you agreeing to dance with him. That could only feed his crush on you," Rachel said.

When Blaine frowned Sam shook his head. "It's a good idea."

Blaine smiled at him. "Thanks Sam. We should sneak out now to avoid my mom taking a ton of pictures us."

"Aren't Dod and Dodah chaperoning the dance," Rachel inquired.

Blaine groaned, nodding to his cousin in response.

Sam clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "He's bee trying to forget about it. I keep telling him that everything will be fine, but he doesn't think so."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "It's cause I don't think it will be." He grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Please can we get out of here before she tries t go all paparazzi on us?" He pouted at the blond. "Please?"

"Okay fine."


At the dance, Blaine introduced Rachel to Kurt, Artie, Quinn, Mike, Finn, Tina, Santana, and Brittany. After an hour of getting to know her, the girls dragged Rachel to the dance floor. Blaine watched his friends and cousin dancing around the gymnasium.

"Having fun," Kurt asked Blaine.

"Oh yeah," he responded. "This dance is great. I could do without my parents chaperoning it though." He looked over at the refreshments table and saw them chatting away.

"I think it's cool that they're chaperoning," Kurt sighed. "I wish my parents were more involved like that. It must be nice."

Blaine shrugged. "Are you having fun Kurt?"

"Yeah. It's so fun sitting here talking and drinking punch. Best school dance ever," he said wryly.

"You guys should go dance," Sam interjected. "It could be fun."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Want to dance," he asked timidly.

"Uh sure… Why not." He followed Kurt to the dance floor. When Kurt held his hand out to Blaine, he looked at it hesitantly. "I don't think that's a good idea," he blurted.

Kurt had a confused look on his face when he asked, "What?"

"Um," he looked at Kurt's outstretched hand. "Nothing. It's nothing." Blaine took hold of Kurt's hand and let himself be led. He tried to keep as much distance as he could from Kurt, but his efforts were wasted as Kurt kept closing the distance between them.

"I'm not going to bite you," Kurt stated.

"I know," Blaine responded.

"Then why do you keep moving away from me?"

Blaine sighed. He figured that there was no way to say it without sounding like a jerk, so he told Kurt, "It's because I know that you have a crush on me. You've never hidden that fact. We're friends, and I want to continue being your friend, because you're a great guy. But I'm sorry Kurt, I just don't like you in that way. I'm just trying not to make it seem like there's a chance that you and I will end up being together."

Kurt cleared his throat. "Oh." He let go of Blaine's hand and took a step back. "Right. I'm just gonna go find Tina or something," he said before walking away dejectedly.

That was smooth Blaine, he thought. He walked back tot he table his friends were occupying, and sat down. "So, what'd I miss," Blaine asked.

"Artie was thinking about asking Santana to dance," Finn informed him. "I don't think it's a good idea, considering that you caused her to break her arm last year. She's not exactly the forgiving type."

"I apologized profusely for that incident. She seems like she's forgiven me. I really like her, so whether or not you guys think it's a good idea, I'm asking her." Artie began wheeling away from their table then added, "Besides, you killed Lord Tubbington, and Brittany's still dating you."

"Whatever," Finn yelled after him.


When the DJ announced the last dance, most of their group left for the dance floor. As Sam watched Quinn put her head on Mike's shoulder, Kurt spin Tina, Finn dip Brittany, and even Artie spin Santana, he looked over at Blaine saying, 'We should go dance."

Blaine's heart rate picked up. Not trusting his voice, he just shook his head.

"Dude, why not?" When all Blaine dis was stare at him, he kept talking. "It will be fun. Come on."

"I think that everyone would be more comfortable with you dancing with Rachel instead."

"Rachel is an awesome dancer and all, but I don't want to dance with her anymore." He grimaced and looked at Rachel before saying, "No offense Rach."

"None taken Sam."

"Come on Blaine. I've danced with everyone except you."

"I know that our friends are fine with me being gay, but the rest of the school isn't. You dancing to a slow song with me would only make people stare, or worse, they could start bullying you. I don't want you to go through that."

"I'm not worried about what they might do to me if I dance with you Blaine. I don't want you to worry about it wither. Their thoughts and opinions are not important to me. So let's just dance."

Blaine sighed. Knowing that he wouldn't have any choice but to go along with his friend, he gave in. "Fine. But if it looks like it's going to cause problems, we come back tot he table or flee the gym. Deal?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want man," Sam responded. He grabbed Blaine and dragged him towards the dance floor.