Saturday: Days Until Prom: 14 (TWO WEEKS LEFT!)

"We're not going to make it, are we?" Kurt asked randomly as he and Blaine sat on his bed, flipping casually through a couple of vogues. Blaine glanced up at him, brow crinkled in confusion.

"Make what?" Blaine questioned.

"Prom. We have two weeks to get..." Kurt recalled the amount, "7,223 signatures."

"Hey, come on, we can do it!" Blaine attempted to cheer him up. "Just think, you, me, prom!" he leaned forward, pecking him lightly on the lips. "Everything will turn out okay Kurt. I promise." he stated softly. Kurt leaned closer, connecting their lips again. Blaine returned the kiss with equal passion, leading to...

"Wait!" Kurt shoved Blaine's hands away as they drifted slightly closer to his groin. "Not yet." he panted. Blaine nodded.

"Okay." he agreed, "We can wait to have sex." he had to say it, just to see Kurt's reaction. It was what he expected. Kurt winced, and clapped his hands over his ears.

"Don't say that." Kurt mumbled.

"Let's talk about this." Blaine insisted, "Kurt, you know that I'm willing to wait forever if I have to or maybe we'll never even do it. No matter what, you need to be comfortable talking about," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands out of his ears, "Sex." He said slowly and loudly, causing Kurt to squeak and turn bright red.

"My Dad already did this." Kurt attempted to get out of this anyway he could. "So, we don't have to."

"I know. I told him to." Blaine informed him. Kurt gaped at him.

"Why?" he blurted.

"Because you needed to know." Blaine stated, "But obviously you're still not comfortable, so we have to talk about it." He let go of Kurt's wrists, straightened his shirt and sat down, cross-legged on Kurt's bed. "Let's talk about sex." Blaine chirped. Kurt gulped, sitting down in front of his vanity.

"My Dad gave me pamplets for this." Kurt attempted to get out of it again, weakly this time, because he saw the resolve in Blaine's eyes.

"Did you read them?" Blaine asked, already instinctivly knowing the answer. Kurt toyed with his fingers before sighing.

"They're in my bedside drawer, under everything." He finally relented, and Blaine nodded, leaning back to retrieve them.

This was going to be a long day.

Mercedes wasn't sure why she actually listened to Azimio, but she did. At eight o'clock, she pulled up a little clothing shop. She glanced up. 'Adams' Clothing Boutique' was the name of the place. She walked up and the first thing she saw was that it closed at six.

"That's awesome." Mercedes sighed aloud. He had invited her to a place that closed two hours ago. Why?

"What's awesome?" Azimio appeared behind her out of thin air, smirking and jingling a pair of keys. He slipped pass her and unlocked the door.

"Why do you have keys to this place?" Mercedes asked before going inside. She wasn't going to risk breaking and entering.

"Adams' Clothing Boutique. My Mom owns it." he explained, "It's where I work." he rolled his eyes again when Mercedes attempted to stifle her giggles. "Hahaha, it's not like I actually design the stuff." he muttered, leading them both inside.

"Wow." Mercedes breathed. Azimio nodded.

"Around this time, Ma converts the store to prom central." he said. Tons of beautiful ballgown dresses filled the store with jewelry, shows, and any other accessory imaginable available.

"Can I look?" Mercedes asked. Azimio snorted.

"Nope, now that I brought you here, I'm going to lock you out." he stated sarcastically. Mercedes rolled her eyes, walking pass him. "I told Ma about you, and she said you can pick a dress you like." Mercedes spun around to face him.

"Really? What did you say about me?" Mercedes couldn't decide whether to be touched or suspicious.

"Just how you keep forgiving a jerk, like Rashad. She felt bad and told me I could give you a dress." Azimio smirked. Mercedes smacked him on the arm, before turning back to the dresses.

...Two and A Half Hours Later...

"Seriously, they all look amazing." Azimio whined, wondering again why he had thought this was a good idea. It was 10:30 at night and she was still looking around. The shop wasn't that big!

"Okay, okay, okay, fine. Last dress." Mercedes waddled back in to the dressing room (waddled because this lemon yellow dress was rather tight) and grabbed the last dress.

"Last dress before Azimio kills himself." Azimio muttered, which luckily she didn't hear. He waited a few moments, tracing patterns with his foot in the carpet below. Huh. He never noticed it before, but the carpet was a very pretty color. Burgundy, with gold swirly things. Oh my god. He had to get out of this store. The dressing room door creaked as Mercedes opened it, prompting Azimio to look up as she came out.

Oh.

My.

God.

"I love this dress." Mercedes did a twirl. A small runway was set up on the left side of the store, prompting Mercedes to catwalk along it to the mirror. "Ah-may-zing." she declared. "I want this dress." she turned around to see why Azimio had yet to make a single sound (since she was quite used to comments by now) and almost ran into him.

"Jeez boy, how did you get across the store so fast?" she laughed, and then noticed that because of the extra foot the runway gave her, she was officially as tall as him, "Ha! I'm officially taller than you up here. Now I really, really like this stor-"

Azimio ignored what she was saying to instead lean forward and connect their lips together.

R & R. P.S. I feel the urge to point out how completely right I was about Blaine being a cheerleader magnet. Proven on this week's episode!.