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A/N: I am ONE review away from 150 reviews for my epicfic, Lovely Pointed Ears (Kurnda). Somebody, please, round the number off! or just add to it if it's over ; )

Also: this will be the last installation of RIQ which is S/K. The next two take place when Kurt is an adult (III will be "Drinking Age"), and each has a different pairing (well . . . Sorta. Kinda. A little. If you make it that far, you'll see what I mean). So if you're either a) a diehard S/K fan or b) not into stuff that's years into the future, the rest of RIQ make not be for you. If it's not, thanks for getting this far, and if it is, await III and IV with baited breath!

Romantic Inclination Quartet II:

Outings

Kurt froze when he heard Amanda say those fateful words: "Would - you like to go to the dance with me?"

Okay, 'fuzzy dude', thinkfast. Uhm . . .

"Is there the slightest chance that we could do this without an audience?" Kurt asked, a little on the high-pitched side. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to turn her down without hurting her - because he really did like Amanda. Maybe if he wasn't in a longstanding confidential relationship with Scott . . . But he was, and even the smallest risk to that wasn't worth going to the dance with Amanda.

Amanda raised an eyebrow, but acquiesced and followed him into the now-deserted classroom. Kurt closed the door behind her - her girlfriends were no doubt sitting outside, trying to eavesdrop.

"I'm afraid I can't go to the dance with you, Amanda."

The girl's features turned from hopeful to sad, then curious. "Why not? I thought . . ."

"Well, for one thing, my boyfriend wouldn't like it."

"Your-" her face went from confused to surprised to the dawn of understanding in about ten seconds. "Oh. Life suddenly makes sense now." Amanda blushed.

Kurt grinned. "Make no mistake, fair maid, that I would have no objections to a threesome - but, alas, Scott is gay, and I'm willing to bet that you, milady, are straight." Kurt gave an acquiescing bow and Amanda giggled, her embarrassment banished by Kurt's antics.

"Oh, I don't know," she smiled. "For a shot at you, I might share."

Now it was Kurt's turn to be surprised.

Her smile widened. "But, since your boyfriend would object - and he, obviously, has priority - I cede the field to him. Tell him he's very lucky to have you," she turned to leave, opening the door Kurt had closed behind them.

"Tell the same - to whomever accepts your invitation," he told her, and she tossed a last smile his way as she left. "They'll be very, very lucky, to have someone so accepting." Kurt entertained a brief fantasy - him, Scott and Amanda - but banished it. Scott would never - and Amanda had probably been joking. He should know; he had the same defense mechanism.

Ah, but he also had a dance and a date to prepare for tomorrow night, and that reality was much more absorbing than a momentary fantasy.