A/N: Here you go! Okay, so I've never seen any of Rent (except maybe twenty minutes of the movie once), and so all I know about Rent is from what other people have written in other fanfics...so bear with me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Rent, or anything that I may mention...such a shame.

Chapter 9—Rent

The next morning I awoke to two faces hovering about a foot away from mine, staring at me creepily.

"What the hell?" I yelled, jerking away. Unfortunately, I only succeeded in tangling myself further in my sheets.

Wes and David (because who else would it be, really?) straightened up, and grinned at each other. "Well, that worked." David commented.

"Of course it did!" Wes replied, grinning at me as I glared at the two of them.

"May I reiterate my question from before?" I asked in mock-formality, angry that they had woken me up. I had been having a good dream. Not that I remembered what it was about, I just knew it had been good.

"What was that?" Wes tried to remember.

"What the hell!?" I yelled at them.

David laughed. "Well, there's a funny thing called school..."

I glanced at my clock. It was 6 in the freaking morning. "Not for another 2 hours!"

David looked at my clock. "Huh, you're right. Why did we wake him up, Wessie?" he asked.

"Because we wanted to know how his date with Kurt went last night." Wes reminded him.

"Oh, yeah, that!" David enthused, then turned back to me. "So, Blainers, how did your date with Kurt go last night?"

I shook my head, now thoroughly exasperated and resigned to being awake. "It wasn't a date. He introduced me to his best friend Mercedes."

"His best friend's a car?" David asked, scrunching up his face in confusion.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "No, her name is Mercedes." I explained.

"Oh." David looked appeased while Wes looked contemplative.

"What?" I asked, hating it when he didn't say what was on his mind (especially this early in the morning—why did my friends have to be so annoying?).

"Nothing." Wes said, "Just, meeting his friends, that's a big step."

"How so? He's met you and David."

Wes shrugged it off, and changed the topic. "So, what was this Mercedes like? Was she nice? Did she like you?"

I thought about Mercedes—what I'd seen of her, and what I'd heard about her from Kurt. "Yeah, she's really nice. I think she'd be a good friend. And we got along."

David raised an eyebrow. "Just got along?"

I shrugged. "She seemed kind of out of it for a little while. I think she's upset she has to share Kurt with someone else for once."

Wes and David nodded, knowing the feeling.

"Now," I started, throwing my blanket aside, "can you two please go away so I can change and get ready?"

"I think Blainer's here is mad at us." David stage-whispered into Wes' ear. Was it just me, or did Wes slightly shiver at this? I must have imagined it, as Wes answered,

"Well, we did wake him up a little earlier."

David pouted, then brightened. "Think of it as a gift, Blaine! Now you have more time to gel your hair!"

Before I could throw something at him (preferably a large, heavy object), they scampered off, giggling together. Ah, those two.

Once again, my day went by more slowly than usual. I couldn't wait to see Kurt tonight for Rent. As usual, my friends teased me, calling it a date and all that crap. Thankfully, I knew better, and so did Kurt.

"Hey, Kurt, I'm heading out now." I called him at about 3:30.

"Got it! I'll see you in a couple of hours! Do you wanna meet at the Lima Bean?" he requested.

"That sounds perfect!" I answered.

"Great. Well, I'll let you concentrate on driving. I'll meet you there at around 5:30."

"See you then." I replied, then Kurt hung up. The rest of my drive was occupied with loudly singing along with my coveted Katy Perry CD.

At 5:20, I pulled into the Lima Bean. Looking around, I didn't see Kurt's car. There was almost no line, so I ordered our usual coffee's (medium drip and grande non-fat mocha for Kurt), along with a cookie for us to split, and got a table.

About five minutes later, Kurt showed up. I saw him enter the room, and look around. He was very tense, but when he spotted me, he seemed to relax, and quickly hurried over to my table.

"Hi!" I greeted him.

"Hi." he said back, sitting down.

I gestured at the two cups and the cookie. "I got here early and there was no line, so I took the liberty of getting us coffee."

Kurt pouted a bit. "But you payed for the tickets..."

"How bout this? If we get any snacks there, I'll let you pay for them." I compromised.

Kurt thought about it for a second, then smiled again. "Deal!" he agreed happily.

"How's Mercedes?" I asked courteously.

Kurt shrugged. "She's doing fine. Still obsessed with the tots, but she said she'd talk to this guy I tried to set her up with."

"That's good." I took a sip of my coffee, then took a plunge. "So, does she know about..." I didn't have to specify what I was talking about.

Kurt shook his head regretfully. "No, none of them do. They all have their own important problems to think about." his voice took on a bitter tone.

"Hey." I slid my hand over the table to hold onto Kurt's. His breath caught. "It's okay. Kids have a hard time thinking of others."

Kurt grimaced, but didn't comment.

"So, is it the same?" I asked.

Shivering, Kurt replied, "Mostly. I still get slushied daily, and slammed into lockers. The only difference is Karofsky. He still does those things too, but he keeps...winking, and smiling creepily at me."

I squeezed his hand gently. "It'll get better." I promised.

Kurt seemed to see through this easily. "When?" he asked simply. When I couldn't reply, he gave a heavy sigh, and took a sip.

"I know, one day it'll be fine. But right now, it just sucks." he said straightly.

As I nodded sympathetically, Kurt sighed again, and straightened. "Anyway, no more depressing topics. We're going to see Rent!"

I nodded happily, glad he had changed the subject.

We spent the next hour at the Lima Bean chatting about the new edition of Vogue, and Kurt gushed and raved about a scarf he had seen in it that he really wanted.

Afterwards, we headed to the the Play House, and got there about 20 minutes early.

"So do you want any snacks?" Kurt asked me.

"Sure!" I laughed cheerfully.

We headed out to a concessions stand that was outside the theater. "So, what do you want?" he asked me.

I surveyed what they offered. "Um, how about a diet Coke, some Junior Mints, and we can split a small popcorn?" I suggested.

Kurt nodded, and stepped forward to order for the both of us.

"Water?" I questioned him as we re-entered the theater, now with snacks in our hands.

Kurt looked at me as if I was insane. "Why not? Soda's have so much sugar, it just goes straight to your hips."

I had to stifle a laugh at the thought of Kurt having to watch what he ate or drank (he was so skinny).

"What?" Kurt asked.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about." I assured him as we settled into our seats.

Kurt smiled slightly, and abandoned the topic as the lights began to dim.

Three hours later, we stood up. We both had tear tracks down our face and slightly-sore throats from singing along to every song. Luckily, there hadn't been too many people surrounding us, but the ones who had been had given us dirty looks throughout the whole of the first half. By the second half of the show, they seemed to have resigned themselves to it, and enjoyed our dramatics.

"So, how'd you like it?" I asked Kurt as we headed to my car.

This turned out to have been the right question to ask Kurt, as he then gushed about the production all the way back to the Lima Bean (where we had left his car earlier). All I had to do was nod my head occasionally to keep him talking. I found Kurt's nattering to be very restful, and I was content to let him talk. When we reached the Bean, Kurt clambered out of the passenger seat.

"Thanks again for taking me!" he smiled shyly.

I grinned. "My pleasure! Really, I'm glad I've found someone who I can watch musicals with!"

Kurt grinned back. "Anytime! And really, I mean it!"

"We should have a musical marathon." I suggested.

Kurt perked up at this. "Yes, we definitely should! Are you open tomorrow night?" he asked.

I ran through my schedule in my head. Saturday night—nothing. "Yes, I actually am. And that sounds great."

"Where do you want to have it?" he asked.

"How about at Dalton?" I suggested. "Maybe some of the Warblers will join in, and you can meet some more of them."

Kurt seemed agreeable (albeit slightly nervous) to this, so, after assuring Kurt I owned all the musicals we'd need, we made plans for Kurt to arrive at Dalton at about 3 tomorrow, and Kurt drove home.

Checking my phone, I realized by this point it was almost 11. What was with me and staying really late in Lima lately? I called Nick. The phone rang for a minute, then was picked up.

"Hello? Who is this?" I heard a slightly breathless voice ask.

"Blaine." I replied.

"Nicky, who is it?" I heard Jeff's voice in the background ask plaintively.

Realizing I'd caught them in an awkward moment, I said, "I'll just go call Wes or David."

"Okay, Blaine. See you tomorrow." Nick answered.

Before he could hang up, I remembered the movie night tomorrow with Kurt. "Actually, can you meet me in Wes and David's dorm when I get back?" I requested.

Nick fake-grumbled, but agreed, only to have the phone taken out of his hands. "Hi Blaine, this is Jeff. We'll talk to you later." Jeff said into the phone, then hung up.

Chuckling, I dialed in Wes' number. It was picked up on the second ring. "Hey, where are you?" David asked.

As this happened frequently, I was unfazed. "Just leaving Lima now."

"Okay. We can cover for you." David told me.

"Thanks, man. Oh, and can me, Nick, and Jeff meet you and Wes in your dorm when I get back? Niff already knows." I asked.

"Sure, but why?" David asked curiously.

"Just a plan for tomorrow night." I replied.

I could feel David nod through the phone. "Got it. We'll see you then."

"See you then." I repeated, and hung up.

Sure enough, when I got back to Dalton, they were all there waiting for me. David and Wes were chatting quietly while Nick and Jeff were cuddling and kissing on Wes' bed. I loved my friends.

Seeing me, they broke apart, and Wes asked, "So, what is this about?"

"Yeah, and how was Rent?" Jeff wanted to know.

"Did you and Kurt kiss?" David added.

I rolled my eyes. "Rent was great, Kurt and I did not kiss because we're not dating."

"Could've fooled me." Wes muttered.

"Anyway, Kurt and I were planning on having a musical movie night tomorrow night, and I mentioned that maybe I could get some Warblers to come to introduce Kurt to them properly." I said.

"Awww," David cooed, "so sweet!"

I ignored him. "So, would you guys do it?"

"Yeah, definitely." Wes decided.

Niff nodded in acquiescence. "Great, is there anyone else we should invite?" I asked.

Wes thought about it for a second. "Naw, why don't we keep it private for now, and later on, we can introduce Kurt to the rest of the Warblers."

Nick agreed this. "So we're finally gonna get to truly meet the famous Kurt Hummel?" his boyfriend asked Nick, shifting so he was sitting in Nick's lap now.

"Uh-huh." Nick murmured into Jeff's hair.

"Yay!" Jeff cheered, turning his head so he could press a quick kiss on his boyfriend's neck.

"Guys, cool it with the PDA." Wes reminded them.

Jeff pouted, and Nick leaned forward to capture Jeff's lip in between his.

"What did I just say?" Wes said to the air.

They pulled apart, looking guilty. "We'll leave, then." Nick said, and they slinked off to their room.

David stared at their retreating backs. "You know, sometimes I think it was better before when they were both oblivious."

Wes snorted. "And have all that sexual tension in the air again? No way!"

Even David had to agree to that.

Chuckling to myself, I said goodnight to them, and headed back to my dorm. Trent wasn't there, but there was a note from him saying he'd gone to visit his sister for the weekend. Well, that would make my life easier.

I walked over to one of my shelfs, where I went through my musical collection. I had a ton of musicals, but I double-checking to make sure they were all there. I pulled out the ones we would most likely watch: the Sound of Music, Mulan, and the movie version of Rent. One can never have enough Rent.

An hour later, I was lying in my bed, too excited by the prospect of introducing Kurt properly to my friends to fall asleep.

A/N: So, I hope it was fine even though I didn't get too into the story and all of Rent...just to let you know, the next couple of chapters (Kurt at Dalton with Niff and Wevid, especially the next one) are some of my favorites! But I won't tease you! Maybe if I get enough reviews, I'll update again very very soon...food for thought! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this (slightly-filler) chapter. Please review and let me know your thoughts! I love you all!