"Alright doll, what's the plan now that the BILF is unavailable until after the male demonstration of athletic superiority or whatever the point of a football game is," Kurt said as he relaxed on Rachel's bed. It was close to nine in the evening, Rachel having just gotten out of rehearsals.

Rachel never seemed to look happy after rehearsals, something that was unusual, at least to Kurt. In high school, being in rehearsals for the musical or for glee club was Rachel's favorite part of the day. She loved singing and dancing more than anything else, so for her to walk into her dorm looking miserable after six hours rehearsing for a musical where she was the lead, something had to be really bad.

"What's wrong mama?" Kurt asked as Rachel slipped off her sneakers, pulling the hair tie out of her hair, letting her dark waves fall over her shoulders. She set her bag on the ground by her desk, pulling her computer out and set in on her exceptionally neat desk. Kurt had no idea how she managed to keep things that neat after weeks and weeks of school, but Rachel had always been a freak when it came to that kind of stuff.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" Rachel asked, crawling onto her bed next to Kurt. It was just the two of them alone in the room for now. Quinn had texted Rachel while she was still in rehearsal to tell her she was going out to dinner with Joe and a few of his friends and would be back later. She had no idea where Sam was, though she guessed he was busy if he wasn't here with Kurt. They were just as inseparable as she and Quinn were.

"You look all miserable, and you usually look like you just got fucked after getting out of a grueling rehearsal. What gives?"

"First, how would you know what I look like after I just had sex if I'm still a virgin?" she laughed, grabbing one of her pillows and hit him in the head lightly. "Secondly, I just had a rough time at rehearsal today getting the dance moves down. And thirdly, don't you have something better to be doing instead of waiting in my room for me to get back on a Friday night?" she asked.

"Blaine is working otherwise I'd be attempting to convince him that we should make out. As a matter of fact, I could be at O'Hara's doing that while he works, though I figured it's not a good idea to get his ass fired. So here I am, waiting for my diva best friend to entertain me now that her boyfriend is unavailable for 24 hours."

"Why does the entertainment responsibility fall on me?" she groaned, burying her face into her pillow. "I've always supplied the entertainment for as long as we've known each other. For once you should plan something for us to do and not expect me to have all the ideas."

"Diva, you and I both know that I am beautiful but indecisive as fuck when it comes to thinking of plans. You're much better at that planning shit than I am. My only idea would be to hang at O'Hara's again and try to trick Blaine into making out with me during his break, but I get the feeling you're going to shoot that right down."

"Damn right. I'd like at least a few days break from that place now that I'm officially performing there," she laughed before sitting up. "Look, I feel gross so I need to shower. Noah said he was going to Skype me for a bit before he went to bed tonight, so if you hear him calling me on the laptop, just message him and tell him I'll be right back. Do not answer it," she warned, collecting her robe and flip flops.

"Oh no, he calls and I'm answering. This is supposed to be our night. No boyfriends allowed. I'll tell him to get lost and hang up."

"Do that and I'll shred your signed photo of Lady Gaga without a second thought," Rachel threatened, giving Kurt a dark look before grabbing her shower caddy and headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Kurt, alone in Rachel's room once more, flipped on her television, searching for something to watch. Kurt and Rachel actually watched very few TV shows, always having been so busy with after-school activities. In addition, they liked being out and doing things instead of sitting in front of a screen and watching shows mindlessly. Of course, that didn't mean Kurt didn't enjoy partaking in the occasional Law and Order: SVU marathon on USA. He found an episode of Sex and the City on and decided to watch that. The adventures of Carrie Bradshaw and friends was always a favorite pastime of Kurt's.

He'd just settled onto Rachel's bed when he heard a ringing coming from her computer. With a sigh, he got up from the bed and walked over to her desk, looking at the screen of her computer.

Calling...Noah Puckerman.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he looked at her screen. Rachel was home less than ten minutes and her neanderthal boyfriend was already calling to check up on her. Surprise surprise. Kurt didn't have anything against Puck. In fact, he actually happened to like the guy. The one complaint he had against him was that he was much too into Rachel for the short time they'd been dating. From sun up to sun down, any time he and Rachel weren't together, he was texting her or calling her. Or, as was the case tonight, skyping her.

Rachel had told him to type him a message and tell him she'd call him back, but when was the next time he was going to get a chance to talk to Rachel's boyfriend without her in the room? He guessed never.

Taking a seat in her desk chair, Kurt clicked the answer button on the screen. There was a little bit of audio as Puck started talking as the picture appeared on the screen. He still couldn't see that it was Kurt sitting at the other end instead of his girlfriend, making the whole thing so much better.

"Oh, Kurt," Puck said, both sounding and looking surprised. "I didn't know you and Rachel were hanging out tonight."

"Well, it's more me lying in her room and watching TV while she takes a shower and tries to imagine you on that day when you took your shirt off around her. And what I just said stays a secret or diva will claw my eyes out."

"Oh, so Rachel imagines me shirtless while she's in the shower. Tell me best friend, what other secrets doesn't my girlfriend want me knowing?" Puck laughed.

"Gross. I don't want to event think about what you're doing right now. God only knows what you think about while you're in the shower. My guess is that it involves a mostly or fully naked Rachel pressed up against a naked you."

"Kurt, you keep talking like that and you're going to turn me on," Puck laughed, Kurt watching as the football player leaned back in his desk chair. "I'm not a complete perv, as much as your lovely best friend likes to claim I am. Those thoughts are reserved for when I spend time with Jill."

"Jill?" Kurt asked. "Please don't tell me you're already cheating on my bff. I'd hate to have to tell her I told her so."

"First, nice to know you think so highly of me that I'd cheat on the greatest girl I've ever met. Secondly, I'm sure you spend time with Jill too. Hold up your right hand and look at it." Kurt did as he was told, staring at the back of his hand for a moment before his eyes grew wide and he made a face. Puck laughed loudly. "So I mean I guess I technically cheated on her, though I get the feeling as long as I don't explicitly tell Rachel about it, she'll be okay with it."

"I always wondered why I had an aversion to football players. Now I know why. You're a bunch of vulgar jocks," Kurt said, shaking his head as the door opened and Rachel walked in, her pink robe on and her slippers on her feet. She was carrying her shower tote which held her flip flops. Her dark hair was handing over her shoulders, still soaking wet from her shower.

"Kurt!" she shrieked, looking ready to explode. "I told you not to answer if he called!" She dropped her shower tote on the floor and lunged at him, shoving him away from the computer, taking a seat there instead. Kurt was laughing loudly as Rachel attempted to make herself look as though she hadn't just stepped out of the shower. "Hi baby. How was practice?"

Kurt made a gagging noise in the background as Rachel insisted on going through the entire day with Puck, talking about every little thing she did with him. It finally took Kurt throwing her pillow at her head for her to bid him goodnight and shut down her computer.

"You know, you could be a little more considerate when I'm attempting to talk to my boyfriend. I didn't get to see him all day, and I won't get to spend any time alone with him until maybe a few minutes tomorrow during his party."

"Aw, poor you," Kurt taunted, rolling his eyes as Rachel stripped right in front of him and changed into her pajamas, pulling out her hair dryer as she blow dried her hair. "At least you have a boyfriend while I'm perpetually stuck in the awkward 'friends-but-want-to-be-more' zone with Blaine."

"I don't see why you don't just tell him you'd like to fuck and just get it out there. Worst thing is he turns you down and you move on. The boy likes you Kurt, as much as he doesn't want to admit he has a hard on for barely legal jail bait," Rachel said over the roar of her hair dryer. "Continuing to stalk him isn't going to help anything, even if you think it is. It's just going to make him think you're a creep, which you are," she teased.

"Says the girl who's dating the campus' biggest manwhore. Why should I be taking boy advice from you?"

"Because I'm the only one of us who ha had a boyfriend which makes me an expert. And Quinn hasn't had one, so it's up to me."

"I could try the latina bartender who works with Blaine," he said sarcastically.

"She's more likely to tell you to fuck off while jamming her foot up your ass for hitting on her. That girl is scary. Like, really really scary. Apparently she's friendly with Noah, though I don't see how. No girls like him, yet the scary feminist does."

"Women are crazy, diva. Why do you think I go after the men?"

"Because you're smart, obviously," she laughed, climbing into bed beside him. "I don't know when Quinn's going to be back. She said she was getting food with Joe then heading to a party with him and a few of his friends. Want to take advantage of her absence and watch Rent?"

Kurt laughed, rolling onto his stomach. "When have I ever said no to a night full of movie musicals?" he teased, hopping up to put the movie in before climbing back into bed, snuggling with Rachel.

Rachel woke up the next morning with Kurt still in her bed, the two of them finally having fallen asleep in the middle of Moulin Rouge, their third movie of the night. Quinn had walked in slightly before that, dragging a very drunk Joe with her. He was going on about how beautiful Quinn was and how he was going to marry her that night, but Quinn had just rolled her eyes, throwing a blanket and a pillow on the floor for him.

He'd passed out a few minutes later.

Quinn was already up, her eyes looking down at a snoring Joe who was sprawled across their floor. Kurt was still asleep beside Rachel. She looked over at her roommate, smiling a little before whispering, trying not to wake up the two slumbering men in their room.

"Quinnie," Rachel whispered. The blonde looked up, smiling over at her roommate. "What happened last night? I thought you were only going to stay at that party for a little bit."

"Well, Joe got pretty drunk and I wasn't just going to leave him alone. And he couldn't tell me where his apartment or dorm or whatever was, so I drove us here. I figured you wouldn't mind since my brother is here more often than I am since he broke down and got you to go steady with him," she teased.

Rachel stuck her tongue out at her roommate, laughing quietly. "I don't mind. I'm just impressed you forced him to sleep on the floor instead of letting him climb into bed with you."

"Bitch please. I'm not letting my hymen get broken that easily. I like Joe, but I'm not sleeping with someone who isn't my boyfriend. Joe hasn't asked my out yet, so these legs are staying closed around him."

"Seriously? He still hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend? You guys have been hanging out for like, a few weeks or whatever. And I thought you made out with him."

"I have. Multiple times. Joe is teaching me the art of french kissing. He's quite good at it, you know. Those Hawaiians know their shit." She looked down at him again, letting her hand drop off the bed so it was resting on his arm. "I really like him, Rachel. I do. But..." She trailed off, looking over at her roommate once more.

"You still are digging the goofball best friend of your brother," Rachel surmised.

"Yes. Him. I can't get him out of my head, no matter how sweet Joe is. I want to just forget about Finn, but I can't. He's like when a really annoying song gets stuck in your head. It just keeps nagging and nagging at you. That's what he is to me. I don't know what to do about it. I need advice diva."

"Why are you asking me? I don't have experience in this area."

"Yes, but you have experience with me. I mean, you're dating my brother and then there was Jesse-"

"Shh!" Rachel hissed, making sure Kurt was still sleeping before replying to Quinn. "That may be true, but I've never been in your situation. My only advice would be listen to your heart. That's what I did with your brother, and it was worth it. I've never been happier."

"Well, right now my heart is being tugged in two different directions. One the one hand, there's douchey Finn who I've been in love with my whole life yet doesn't seem to realize I'm a woman. On the other hand there's angel Joe who refuses to ask me to be his girlfriend. I don't know who to pick."

"I wish I could tell you what to do, but I can't. All I can say is wait it out and hope your heart makes the decision for you. It'll all be okay, Q. I promise. In the end, things will turn out okay. You're only eighteen. You don't have to tie yourself down yet."

"You did," she pointed out.

"Only so your brother wouldn't have a heart attack every time I breathed in the same direction as another guy," she laughed.

"I call maid of honor at your wedding," Quinn said.

"No can do," Kurt said sleepily, sitting up. "I've had that position locked since I was thirteen. No way you're weaseling it away from me, Fabray."

"Since when have you been awake?" Rachel asked.

"Since I heard the blonde trying to steal my job at your wedding. No way she's getting that. You promised, Rach."

"Oh my god, Noah and I have barely been dating. Why are you arguing about your roles at our wedding?"

"Because it's so obvious you two are going to get married some day. It may not be for awhile, but it'll happen. I have a sense about these things," Quinn claimed. "And I couldn't think of a better girl for my tramp brother o end up with. You make him bearable to be around, something I never thought would happen," she laughed.

"Glad to be of service," Rachel said sarcastically as she climbed out of bed. "Tell the surfer there's an extra ticket for the game if he wants it. I made sure your brother got one for him too. Kurt and I are grabbing breakfast, so just make sure I don't catch you two making out when I get back here," Rachel warned, pulling a protesting Kurt out of the room with her, both of them still in their pajamas.

Quinn laid back in bed, glancing down at Joe once more. She was actually a tad surprised about the things that had been coming out of his mouth last night. Sure there was the sweet stuff, but there were also not so sweet things. Like how he wanted to get her into his bed and rock her world. Or how he was dying to taste her. Things like that made Quinn more nervous and even less eager to lose her virginity.

She was scared to be perfectly honest. She didn't want to be 25 and still a virgin, but she was terrified of having sex. She knew it was going to hurt and that she'd be different afterwards, bu it was more than that. She heard stories about how sex changed a relationship. What if she had sex with Joe and he decided that was all he wanted from her? She didn't know if she could handle that type of rejection.

Joe rolled over on the floor, hitting his head against the leg of her bed. "Fuck," he cursed, his right hand flying to his head as his eyes opened. He took in his surroundings, looking very confused. "Pardon my french, but where the fuck am I?" he asked, looking up at Quinn.

"The floor of my dorm. You couldn't even tell me your own name last night, let alone where you lived. I let you crash on my floor instead of making you sleep in your car," she teased, giving him a hand to help him to his feet. He laid back on her bed, his head on her stomach.

"How fucked up was I?"

"Very. I'm surprised you were still walking by the time I got you here. It didn't take long for you to pass out," she laughed, tapping his nose gently.

"Great. What kind of vulgar shit was I spewing?" he asked.

"Plenty. Is that a habit of yours, saying nasty sexual things when your drunk?"

"Sadly yes. An ex of mine wrote some of them down. I apologize for anything I said to you. It was the booze talking, I promise. I don't really want to jam my cock into every hole you have."

"You didn't say that," Quinn laughed, poking him in the cheek before giving his forehead a kiss. "You said other things, but not that, I promise. I'm just glad your back to being poser Joe today," she teased. "You know, since you're not actually from California so have no right to lecture me about not being a true Californian."

"Oh hush," he laughed, reaching behind him and taking her hand. "You need to get over that. Besides, I would think a Hawaiian would be hotter than a silly California boy," he teased.

"Hmm, they might be. I'm not admitting to anything," she laughed, pushing him off her as she sat up. "Listen punk, you've been invited to UCLA's football game today by my lovely roommate, so say you'll come so I don't look like a horrible friend after she convinced my idiot brother to get you a ticket."

Joe laughed a little. "Well fine. If you insist, Miss Fabray," he teased. "How could I say no to you?"

Quinn smiled at him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "You can't," she joked.

Joe rolled his eyes at her, pulling her close to him. "I'll keep that in mind for the future."

Rachel and Quinn spent most of the morning getting ready for the game. It started at three, meaning they needed to get there by one to spend time at the tailgate Cooper had promised to have. He may not have been a student, but he lived for the football games.

Rachel was wearing a shirt with the number 23 on it-her requirement for losing the carnival game to Puck. She had jean shorts on and a pair of flip flops with some jewelry. She had left her hair down, doing a small braid around the crown of her head.

Quinn was in jean shorts and a UCLA shirt with flip flops. She'd pulled the top of her hair back with a clip and looked ready for the game.

Kurt and Sam had joined them, both sporting UCLA gear. "Are you two skanks ready?" Kurt teased.

Rachel stuck her tongue out at him. "Just get a picture, ass. I want to send one to Noah before he has to go out and play," she said, pulling Quinn close. Both girls blew kisses to the camera as Kurt snapped a picture of them before they headed to Rachel's car, choosing to drive instead of take the campus bus to the stadium.

It was an uneventful drive, Rachel blasting Maroon 5 the whole way while Kurt drove her car. Rachel texted Cooper to find out what lot they were in, and Kurt eventually found where he was parked. He pulled the car up alongside Cooper's truck, putting the car in park. Rachel opened the trunk and climbed out that way while Kurt climbed out of the front seat, gravitating towards where Blaine was standing.

Eventually, the small tailgate grew to a large group, most people Rachel had met so far at least stopping by for a bit. Will and Emma were there the whole time though didn't seem to stray far from each other. Mercedes and Shane stopped by for a few minutes, getting some food and beer before moving on to another tailgate. Rachel even saw Jesse stroll by, but he didn't stop by when he caught sight of her glare.

Eventually, Cooper started packing things up as it became time for them to head into the stadium. Rachel was riding on Sam's back while Joe and Quinn walked in hand-in-hand. Kurt stayed close to Blaine and Cooper followed behind them, chatting with Will while Emma listened to the two of them.

The group found their seats in the lowest section near the 50 yard line. Rachel sat between Sam and Kurt, dancing in her seat as music played in the stadium, the seats filling up as time grew closer and closer to kick off.

Finally, the game started and the players stormed onto the field. While Rachel cheered for every player, she almost deafened Kurt when Puck came out on the field. She'd never been a football fan, but she didn't seem to be able to take her eyes off the field, especially when her boyfriend was on.

It was mostly an uneventful game with UCLA winning over Nevada, but there was one part that made everyone around Rachel smile a little.

Puck had the ball and was running towards the end zone when a girl behind them made some extremely dirty comment concerning what she'd like Puck to do to her. Without missing a beat, Rachel turned around and spoke 8 words to the girl. "Hey Don't talk about my boyfriend that way." A moment later, she was cheering for Puck again and screaming as he scored another touchdown for UCLA.

It made Kurt smile and put an arm around his best friend, kissing the top of her head as they stayed for the whole game, cheering loudly for UCLA. With this win, Kurt couldn't wait to see what Puck's party held in store for them.

Clothes on my Polyvore account. Sorry for the delay. I should be getting chapters out more frequently now. Thanks for all the favorites/alerts/reviews. You guys all rock!