kurt hummel stared at his empty sketch pad. he'd been awake for hours but he couldn't think of any designs at all. in frustration, he threw his pencil down on the paper. "giving up already?" a voice said from behind him. kurt spun round to see the person addressing him. "hey q, i have no ideas at all!" quinn pulled up a chair and at beside him; "seems like you have artists block, kurt. you need to get out of this study!" she stood up and drew the curtains, flooding the room with light. kurt rolled his eyes, "i'm fine in here. it's where everything i need is." he gestured to all of the materials in his neatly labelled drawers. "how long has it been since you've successfully completed a design?" she asked her friend softly. "3 weeks! 3 weeks quinn! isabelle's gonna fire me." he let his head drop onto the paper. "okay kurt, isabelle loves you she's not gonna fire you. second, you need to get back out there! remember you always had your best ideas when you were living your life! now you're in here 24 hours a day." kurt looked up at her, "what are you getting me into?" quinn smiled, "you, me, rachel. we're gonna go get our party on in a bar i know." kurt shook his head, "no. i'm not gonna sit and third wheel while you get drunk and make out with your girlfriend!" she slapped him playfully, "c'mon kurtie! when was the last time you went to a good party?" kurt thought for a second. "exactly!" quinn exclaimed. "7:30 tonight." she scribbled an address down on a piece of paper. "be there, okay?" kurt nodded and sighed, going back to staring at his paper as quinn left.
blaine anderson finished packing his books away into his locker. he had just finished his last class of the day at NYADA. his best friend, santana lopez, walked towards him. "hey hobbit," she said, grinning. "hey satan." he replied slamming his locker shut. "i got you a gig tonight!" blaine looked at her, surprised. "you did?" she nodded. "san thank you so much!" he pulls her into a hug. when he let go he said, "you're not my manager, though. you really don't need to keep doing this." santana smiled, "aw c'mon b, it's the least i can do!" blaine looked at her, confused. "but i didn't do anything for you?" "but that's where you're wrong. you're taking me to the bar with you!" he gritted his teeth, "san i don't really think that's a good idea-" she cut him off, "why?" blaine started walking, "do you not remember what happened last time i took you with me?" santana quickened her pace and walked by his side. "come on blaine! that was one time!" blaine shook his head, "do you not remember? you tried to hit on my manager santana! she quit on me and now i don't even have one!" santana chuckled to herself, "that's what i'm here for b! come on please? i promise i won't try hit on anymore cute girls who work for you." he rolled his eyes at his friend, "well thanks to you, you're the only girl who works for me." santana nudged him, "we're a power duo, b! unstoppable, flawless!" blaine rolled his eyes again, "if i let you come will you be quiet?" he exited the building. "yep!" santana replied. "fine you can come." "yesss! we're gonna party all night!!" blaine chuckled, "if you say so, san"