Quinn Fabray was quite possibly going to lose it.
How Sam and Kurt had managed to separate her from Blaine she didn't know; but the next thing she knew she was sitting on Sam's right side while Blaine sat on his left, between Sam and Kurt, sending her a 'please save me' look that broke her heart.
"Hey, Sam," She tried, "I think my costume's ripping up the back. Could you check?"
"Blaine, do you need my arm rest?" Sam asked, "I can move my arm for you. Or we could share it. You know, whatever."
"Sam, my costume's really ripping," Quinn said. It wasn't, but Sam couldn't know that until he looked at her.
Finn shuffled over and handed Kurt a large popcorn and a handful of change. Kurt thanked him, still in that ridiculous bright wig and red and gold leggings. He shifted and his skirt rode up his thighs. "Oh, no," Kurt said, "It looks like Finn brought me a large popcorn. I know I ordered a small, that boy never pays attention... Blaine? Extra buttered sound good to you?"
"Umm... yeah," Blaine said hesitantly. Kurt beamed at him, practically purring with self-satisfaction.
"Oh, wow," Sam said with an air of surprise that didn't fool Quinn for a minute. "It looks like this large Sprite is just too much for me." Blaine turned to Sam, looking a little lost, and Quinn watched as the smile slid off Kurt's face. "Hey, Blaine, you like Sprite, don't you?"
"Yeah..." Blaine's eyes were hitting terminal wideness.
"Sam, I'm completely naked," Quinn said loudly. Sam didn't even flinch. Puck, however, turned around to check. Perfect.
"I need to pee." Blaine suddenly shouted. Puck turned around again - why was Quinn not surprised? - and Blaine stumbled towards the door, leaving the two boys to smile angelically after him. Then, once he was gone, they turned on each other.
"Ginny Weasley?" Sam scoffed, "Everyone knows that Blaine's favorite pairing is Drarry."
"Blaine's favorite pairing was Drarry," Kurt said loftily, "Because he thought that JK Rowling was sure to put a surprise gay in the series, and he thought Draco and Harry were the most likely choices. But then the surprise gay turned out to be Dumbledore, and Blaine quickly shifted his affections to Harry and Ginny, his favorite cannon couple. Honestly, do you know him at all?"
"Better than you do," Sam said.
"Oh, really?" Kurt turned fully to the side, "What's his favorite movie beverage?"
"You think I got this because I drink sugar?" Sam shook the drink, "Favorite movie snack food?"
"Please," Kurt said, "Make it a challenge at least. The boy eats extra buttered popcorn like he uses hair gel. Worst fear?"
"Dying alone," Sam said promptly, "Favorite Disney princess?"
"Whichever one starred in the movie he saw last. Usually Ariel, because he likes to watch The Little Mermaid when he's bored. Team Edward or Team Jacob?"
"Team Therapy. He feels like Bella needs it for her self-esteem issues. Life's ambition?"
"To be a dad, and to visit every Disneyland in the world," Kurt said, "Favorite movie candy?"
"Redvines," Sam snapped back. Both boy's eyes widened, and they stood in unison, jostling each other in their bid to get out to the concessions. Blaine came down the aisle and froze, a large package of redvines in his hands. Only then did Sam and Kurt stop fighting to explain that they were just checking the aisle for spiders.
"We know how much you hate spiders," Kurt said.
"Yeah," Sam added, "Although your least favorite member of the bug kingdom is the grasshopper, because Hopper in A Bug's Life made you sleep with the lights on for a week."
"Yeah," Blaine said uncomfortably, "I know."
Both boys sat down, and Blaine sat miserably between them. Quinn tried to get Blaine's attention, not sure what she'd say but sure she'd have to say something because Kurt and Sam were fighting over him, and why didn't she see this sooner? But Blaine was staring forward, frozen, only relaxing when the beginning of the movie drew a happy gasp out of him.
Sam and Kurt relaxed as well, though Quinn watched as their hands rested, palms up, on the arm rests. The only time they moved was to follow Blaine's hand when he dipped into the box of popcorn, or his fingers wrapped around the cup of Sprite. It broke Quinn's heart to realize that Blaine would have come into contact with them more if he hadn't been trained by hard life experience not to touch boys too much. The posture of his hands clasped in his lap was natural to him, though it would have looked uncomfortable on anybody else.
Blaine stared at the screen with rapt eyes, gasping at all the dramatic moments, laughing louder than anyone when the awkward hug of Voldemort made it's rounds once again. And the end of the movie he jumped to his feet, forcing his palms against each other in his sweet, earnest way of clapping. Kurt and Sam rose to their feet next to him.
"That was awesome," Blaine sighed.
"Totally awesome," Kurt agreed. The boys both invited Blaine to 'hang out', but he declined.
"Sorry," Blaine said, "But I've already invited Quinn over to sleep over tonight." Quinn took her place by Blaine's side and glared at the two boys with a promise behind the glare; keep hounding him and I'll personally take you both down. She walked out of the theater arm in arm with Blaine, remembering the pouts on the boy's faces. She was left with the odd feeling that they were still in the theater exchanging Blaine trivia.
She enjoyed herself that night, cuddling up with Blaine on his couch and laughing over shared jokes. She waited until he drifted off, the excitement combined with the fading sugar and popcorn rush dragging him down. When Blaine was fully unconscious, snoring gently with that hand drawn scar still on his face, Quinn walked downstairs, where Mr. Anderson was watching old re-runs of Frasier.
"Oh, hey, Quinney," Mr. Anderson said, "How was the movie?"
"We have a problem."
