A/N: Why hello there! How you doin'?

Okay. Here is a fair warning to my fabulous readers.

WARNING: While Erin was writing this chapter, quite a few Harry Potter commercials were heard in the background.

Just letting y'all know :P

It's an UPDATE! Let's all do the update dance!

Actually I'm kidding….unless you want to do the update dance….

Okay…now I'm just being random…. THE SOY BEANS ARE DOING THINGS TO MY BRAIN!

Okay. I'll stop and get on with the story.

Disclaimer: When I rule the world I'll plant flowers and own Glee. But right now I don't rule the world. Therefore I don't own Glee.


"I like apples." Kurt said to Mercedes as he followed her and Finn to the waiting room.

"That's great." Mercedes sighed.

"But Frank likes oranges! Oranges!" Kurt yells, "What if our taste in fruit make our relationship crumble?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes.

Finn looked confused, as he usually did. "Dude, I'm confused." See? I told you he was confused. Did I call that or what?

"Finn," Kurt sighed, "This is too mature for you to understand."

Finn sighed. Even Tussin Overdosed!Kurt's words were as hurtful as normal!Kurt's.

As they walked into the waiting room, their friends were each doing something different.

Quinn was muttering something about Prom Queen.

Puck and Artie were having an arm-wrestling match. Surprisingly, Artie was winning.

Sam had apparently found some Star Wars action figures and was having the time of his life.

Tina was staring at Artie while Mike was explaining something about a specific dance move.

Brittany was looking through an issue of Cat Fancy. Santana was sitting next to her. She looked all hot and bothered.

And Rachel….well she was staring with her mouth open (She was drooling too) at some beautiful hunk of man with amazing hair like that delicious, swirly frosting on a cupcake. You know, the kind you get at a bakery?

"It's they guy with the cupcake hair that threw eggs at Rachel!" Kurt whispered.

"Holy crap spread onto toast with a butter knife." Finn muttered under his breath.

Kurt started to approach Jesse St. Awesome hair.

"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked Kurt.

"Giving that guy a piece of my mind!" Kurt clutched Frank tightly and came over to Jesse.

Jesse turned his head to Kurt, "Can I help you?"

"I have something to say!" Kurt waved his finger.

"Hey…" Jesse remembered, "You're that kid in New Directions."

"Yeah…now I have something to say-" He is cutoff by Jesse.

"Is Rachel here?"

"Yeah, Right over there. But-"

Jesse began to walk over to Rachel.

Kurt then whispered to Frank, "He just mad my list."

"It's the baby chicken house thrower." Brittany whispered to Rachel, who was still drooling.


Blaine was thinking about something as he walked down the sidewalk.

He wasn't thinking about Courage or The Pips or How awesome Kurt would look in a tank-top. This time he was thinking about something different.

He was thinking about this Frank character. Brittany said he was SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT! In all capitals. ALL CAPITALS!

"Okay Anderson, just get a hold of yourself!" Blaine thought.

Was this Frank guy as dapper as Blaine. Maybe even…dare I say it….MORE DAPPER?

Nah! Nobody is as dapper as Blaine Anderson!

He is Blaine Freakin' Warbler! A totally awesome, charismatic, dapper young fellow. An amazing singer and a true Gryffindor at heart.

But what if Frank was a Slytherin? A suave, silky, smooth Slytherin? Well, Blaine just couldn't compete with that!

Blaine was frustrated! What if this Frank tried to steal Kurt away?

Le Gasp! What if he was telling Kurt to have Courage?

Where was the furniture to dance on at a time like this?

Blaine took out his phone and looked through his contacts. Maybe he should call Mercedes. He clicked her name and clicked call.

He waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Mercedes!" Blaine exclaimed.

"What is it, Blaine?"

"Where's the doctor's office?"

"753 Oak Street."

"Thanks!" Blaine hangs up on her.

Blaine must win his man back! Or he'll never get to see him in a tank-top!

Blaine began to search his pockets.

"Wand….wand…where's my wand?" He whispers.

No wand.

He smacked his forehead. Apparently, Blaine left his wand back at Dalton.

I guess he can't apparate to save his man. He'll have to walk…like all the normal people do….

Le Sigh.


Meanwhile at the Dalton Academy of Awesomeness a.k.a. HOGWARTS

"Why are we looking through Blaine's stuff?" Nick asks Jeff, innocently.

"Because he stole my Butterfinger." Jeff answered as he continued to dig through a pile of their Dapper friend's possessions.

"Can't you just buy another candy bar?"

Jeff got a bit defensive, "Hey! Nobody lays a finger on my Butterfinger! Okay?"

"Got it." Nick finds something on the ground. "What's this?" In his hand is a stick.

"I think that's Blaine's wand."

"Why would he leave his wand in his dorm?"

Jeff shrugs. "Lemme see…"

"No! I found it!"

Nick and Jeff began to fight over Blaine's wand.

"It's mine!"

"No, it's mine!"

All of a sudden…..SNAP! The stick snaps in half.

"Holy crap spread on whole wheat toast with a butter knife." The two say in unison.

Jeff throws it at Nick, "It's yours!"


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