Kurt awoke to the sound of Rachel chattering to Blaine in the kitchen.

"I'm sure if it all goes as planned I'll be busy for awhile, but I'll probably be making lots more money and just be able to fly you and Kurt out to L.A. You'll probably get a special guest pass on the lot and I'll be able to introduce you to all sorts of famous celebrities," she was saying.

Looking over to the rumpled covers on the side of his bed he saw that Blaine had crawled into bed next to him last night. He was glad, though he wouldn't say so. If Blaine had slept on the couch there'd be no way to hide it from Rachel. It made him feel less like a jerk, and meant it was less likely Rachel would have a lot of prying questions after seeing him there. I have the right to be mad at him. I have the right to be mad at him. He repeated this mantra in his head. He didn't know why the idea of justifying himself to Rachel over this bothered him. Usually when he and Blaine fought he secretly looked forward to Rachel getting the gossip on the hopes that she might take his side. Maybe it's because this time it's about the socialite I adored thinking I'm a no-talent hack and Blaine found a way to sink the knife into that wound just a little deeper… He sighed and got out of bed.

Blaine was at the counter, making what appeared to be quite the breakfast from the number of pots and pans all over the counter. He was patiently listening to Rachel prattle on about Mary Halloran's genius when he saw Kurt.

"Oh Kurt you're up. I have breakfast in bed for you. Well it was for you, and still is- but then Rachel thought it'd be good to have food on hand for everybody for the reading, too so… " Blaine said, smiling expectantly in Kurt's direction.

I'm still mad at you, mister. "Not hungry," Kurt grunted, heading to the bathroom.

"I can't wait for everybody to get here—can you believe someone who's won a MacArthur Genius Grant has written a whole pilot all about ME!" Rachel enthused, chewing on the last of her breakfast and completely oblivious to Kurt's grumpiness and Blaine's falling face. "Oh my God, look at the time!" she shrieked suddenly. "I've got to run down the street to get the copies made before everyone gets here. Don't forget the breakfast dishes okay? You're the best!" she added, kissing Blaine on the cheek and rushed off to get her things.

Blaine looked around at the food he'd prepared. He'd hoped that Kurt would have melted a little at the promise of breakfast in bed. It had softened him when they'd been fighting in the past. Guess it was naïve to think this would be that easy. He pulled a serving tray out of the cabinet, and then realized that not only had Rachel talked him into cooking twice as much food, he was pretty sure he now was going to have twice as many dishes to wash after this was all done now.

Rachel was grabbing her purse when he decided to ask.

"Hey Rach? Um. Can I ask a favor?"
"Hmm? I'm on my way out, I really don't have time to—"

"No it'll just take a minute. I uh, just, if Kurt mentions anything later... uh, I'm kind of in hot water with him, so… put in a good word for me if you can?"

Rachel gave Blaine a look. "Did you blow your classical monologue in class yesterday? I told you that now that I'm not at NYADA I bet he was going to get even stricter about homework with you. He's got this misplaced idea about getting an education being the end all be all and-"

"No it's nothing like that. It's about the showcase."

"You have a fight about what solos he gets or something?"

Blaine sighed. "He's not getting any solos in the showcase. I um, kinda lied about June wanting him in it at all."

"Holy sh—"

"Shhhh."

"Why would you—!"

"I don't know. It just happened. I didn't want to hurt his feelings and-"

"He hasn't punished you yet?"

"He said he's too mad right now."
"Jeez. He's going to tan your hide like—"

Blaine flushed. "Yeah. I know. Try not to gloat too much that it's not you this time."

"He hasn't shut up about that showcase for the past two weeks. He made a big thing at Monday night dinner about how many comp tickets you all needed—"

"I know. I remember." Blaine was getting a little irritated.

Rachel shook her head. "This is the worst thing you've done in awhile," she commented.

Blaine looked away. "He'll forgive me eventually, right?"

Rachel shrugged noncommittally. "I can't believe you lied about the whole thing. He went on and on brainstorming about song selection the other night…"

"Yeah. I know. The point was… he's really upset. And kind of has a right to be. He's not talking to me about it right now, and maybe I'll have my backside in a sling this afternoon, but if he talks to you about it just… pretend you don't know but put in a good word if you can? I'm just thinking, I can use all the help I can get here. Maybe he'd go a little easier on me if you told him you understood I was just trying to protect his feelings?"

"Sure. If he asks I'll try, but honestly… you know how he is about lying."

"Yeah," Blaine conceded grimly.

"That sucks. Hope it works out." Rachel said, not sounding at all like she thought it would.

Blaine looked at his hands, wishing he could go back in time and fix it all.

"Anyway, I've got to go. You know you should probably clean up the counter and everything really well if he's mad at you—don't want to make it worse. Everybody's going to be here in a half hour!" Rachel said brightly as she fluttered out the door.

Blaine rolled his eyes. He should have known better that Rachel wouldn't be so great in the sympathy department on her big morning, he supposed. He turned, taking in the mess of food and kitchenware all around the counter. He stepped over to the sink to start cleaning up, when the bathroom door opened.

"She's right, you know." Kurt gruffed.

"Hmm?" Blaine looked over at Kurt as he wet a washcloth.

"About cleaning up the counter. If you leave a mess I'm definitely going to be even more irritated with you than I already am."

Blaine turned off the faucet, swallowing. He didn't look at Kurt, but he could feel his eyes burrowing in the back of his head. "Y-you were listening."

"The walls here are paper-thin, you know that," Kurt replied.

Blaine turned nervously. "I—I wasn't, um…"

"Telling Rachel all about my latest embarrassment?" Kurt spat. "Trying to get her on your side and convince me to dial down your discipline?"

"Kurt. No. I mean, maybe a little, but I was just—I thought maybe if she talked to you—" Blaine sputtered. "I know you're having a hard time forgiving me on this one, is all-"

"Yeah. Can't imagine why that would be." Kurt shook his head and stormed back to the bedroom.

"I—I'm sorry! I shouldn't have—" Blaine started, but stopped as Kurt pulled the privacy partition to a close. Ugh.