Sunday: Days Until Prom: 13

"Kurt, Kurt, oh my god Kurt!" Kurt shut the door to his home, heading towards his navigator. He was planning to go yell at Santana, but maybe Mercedes needed him first?

"Merci? Baby? What's wrong? You sound panicked." Kurt sat down, starting his engine. He still wasn't sure which direction to go though. Santana? Mercedes? Santana? Merce...Oh my god. He had been ignoring his best friend. He had. He had no idea what this frantic phone call could be about. He didn't know what she had been doing the last few weeks. He was so busy.

"Azimio kissed me!"

Whatever he was expecting her to say, that was pretty low on his list.

"Oh my god! No way!" Kurt was so excited. He and Sam had been attempting to make this happen, but even when they turned away from it, Merzimio still was working!

"This is not a happy oh my god!"

Oh Uh.

"Why not?" Kurt frowned, "I thought you and Rashad were on the outs. This is the way to leave the relationship!"

"I know...but Rashad is a good guy! Azimio is just...an okay guy..." Mercedes sighed.

"Uh...I like Azimio better." Kurt decided to give his input.

"What? Why?"

"Well, he may not be as...refined as Rashad, but he has a certain grace about him..." Oh Hummel, be careful where you're going with this... "He cares about you a lot, obviously, and you do make him a better person." he tried to think of more to say, but Mercedes did that for him.

"He did call me beautiful...and his spontaneous and fun...sometimes..." Mercedes bit her lip. "Well, either way, he'll probably never talk to me again."

"What? Why not?"

"After he kissed me...I kind of freaked out a little bit, and ran away...in a stolen dress..."

"Whoa, okay, rewind." Kurt waited for an explanation.

"I told Azimio how I wanted to be Cinderella at prom, and he took me to his Mom's dress shop. So I was trying on dresses when he kissed me, and I kind of just bolted." Mercedes explained.

"Oh my god...Merci, what are you going to do?" Kurt asked.

"I have no idea. Have a really awkward Monday?"

"I guess. You have to talk to Rashad and Azimio. Not today, but soon."

"I know, and I will. Thanks for the talk Kurt...I just needed to get it out...and we haven't really talked in a while." Mercedes said softly.

"I know sweetie. I'm sorry. I'm just so busy with this prom thing." Kurt sighed, "We'll do dinner tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay baby! Love you!"

"Love you too Merci!"

Kurt closed his phone, glad that one crisis was averted, and now headed to the stupid latina's house. It only took him a few minutes, and he didn't even bother to knock. He said hello to Dave, who was busily pouting at the TV screen. Kurt made a mental note to fix that relationship as soon as he reached Santana.

"Santana." he slammed the door open, very happy for the drama he was causing. She glanced up at him, to busy watching Spanish soap operas.

"Did you know that in almost all these soap operas the girl is either pregnant, or cheating, or doing something stupid? It's never the guy. Guys screw up sometimes too. They just don't know how to write that into the soap because the guy can never figure out how to fix something stupid." Santana frowned, flipping the channel to college sports.

"Well...did the guy apologize?" Kurt asked carefully, sensing somewhere that the soap opera guy wasn't just necessarily some random soap opera guy.

"I did apologize!" Santana exploded, "And fine, I admit it. I shouldn't have lied to Brittany and I'm sorry that she hurt someone she cares soooo much about! I'm just not sorry that he was hurt!"

Well, look at that, Kurt's theory was right.

"Santana, Artie isn't any competition to you anymore. He has Quinn and you have Brittany. I know that you like to play the heartless bitch, but I know you have feelings. You may not regret what you did, but Brittany doesn't expect you to. She expects you to at least feel a little guilt for indirectly hurting Artie. They're still friends. Aren't you and Puck still friends even though you were in a relationship?"

"That's different..."

"How?" Kurt asked.

"I know that I won't hurt myself. I don't know that Brittany won't hurt me or Artie won't eventually want her back." Santana pointed out. Kurt snorted.

"I saw Artie and Quinn. I don't think you need to worry about Artie wanting her back. As for the Brittany hurting you, she'd never hurt anyone, let alone you. Right now, you're the one hurting her." Kurt stood after a few moments without comment from Santana, "Think about it. Apologizing is the only thing that will fix this."

Well, half way through the day's chores then.

"David. What is going on between you and Sam?" Kurt clicked off the hockey game he was watching.

"Hey!" Dave objected, attempting to grab the remote back, but Kurt stepped away. Hand on hip, head tilted, the picture of impatience. "Sam is keeping secrets from me. And I don't like it."

"Do you trust him?" Kurt asked pointedly.

"Of course." Dave sighed.

"Then he'll tell you when he's ready." Kurt handed him back the remote.

"That's it?" Dave exclaimed. "I can't just sit back and do nothing when he's not telling me something!"

"It's the only choice you have. It's not like you can spy on him or anything." Kurt snorted, heading out of the house. Now he had one more person to help today...

Unbeknownst to him, Dave watched him go, then smiled.

"Of course..."

"I don't know how you dragged me into this..." Blaine moaned. Dave shushed him. "Kurt would kill me if he knew I was here."

"Well then, don't tell him." Dave hissed. "There has to be a reason that Sam decided to go to this seedy little motel."

"I can't believe we followed him. Oh my god. We're such stalkers. Why did I let you convince me to do this?"

"Because you felt sorry for me. Brittany, bless her, is too stupid to do this. My normal ally Satan is being a bitch. Kurt would kill me if he knew I had actually took his sarcastic comment to heart. Azimio isn't answering his phone. And I don't have anymore friends." Dave whispered.

"You know we're like...twenty feet away from the door he went into. He can't hear you." Blaine pointed out, voice it's normal tone.

"I know but-shhh!"

The door to the seedy hotel room opened and Blaine and Dave both leaned forward eagerly. And then out through the door came...

Kurt and Sam.

R & R.