Episode 1, Chapter 2:
At the top of the steps to the Metropolitan Museum, Queen Quinn sat with her two handmaids: Brittany and Santana. Rachel came by after they'd eaten breakfast to present their party invites.
"Good job, Berryface; these are actually nice," Santana spoke.
"Thank you," Rachel said shakily.
"Well you did the job so here you go," Quinn handed her the invite that was promised.
"Thank you!" she said with more pep once it was in her hands.
Kurt was two steps behind her so when she was dismissed, she was unintentionally cornered by Kurt. He did not immediately address the new girl because his focus was on his Greek yogurt, and the girls seated.
"I thought you would be here. I thought we should talk—oh hello! I'm Kurt Hummel," he said coolly transitioning to speak to the freshman girl.
"I-I- know who you are. I never thought you'd speak to me."
"Now why's that?" his voice getting high, speaking to a fan. On the ground, he can see the pretty envelopes. "Oh, is someone throwing a party? Quinn?" he looked to her.
"I am, but we just ran out of invitations. Rache here just took the last one."
"Tell me the date and time, and I'll be there," Kurt smiled tightly.
"Yeah well, I think there are too many people already. We wouldn't want to break the safety code so we probably shouldn't squeeze another soul," Quinn glared. "Well we have to get to class. Enjoy your breakfast," Quinn said leading the trio away. Kurt gave her his diva look when she couldn't see it.
"Oh Quinn!" he called and she turned back. "Meet me tonight at my hotel. 7 o'clock."
"I think I have plans."
"They can wait," Kurt smiled, and Quinn smiled back.
Spotted: At the steps of the Met, a K and Q power struggle.
Did K think he could waltz home and things would be just like they were? Did Q think K would go down without a fight? Or can these two hotties work it out? There's nothing 'Gossip Girl' likes more than a good catfight. And this could be a classic.
Blaine's dad was big on father/son activities as long as they included fishing or putting an engine together. Both of those things Blaine liked to avoid on a daily basis, but some days Burt couldn't be swayed and he was forced to help out in his dad's car shop. His father might not have been rich, but they got by pretty well. Burt dabbled in both commercial fishing boats and car shops so there was always income rolling in. Blaine had somehow been convinced to join his father in a blue jumpsuit under a car and tear something apart when his phone beeped. Always curious if it was Gossip Girl, he slid out and checked.
"You can't leave me alone here. I need my mechanic," Burt groaned.
"You are the mechanic," Blaine joked and then read the text.
Rachel : HELP: EMERGENCY. 712 5TH AVE.
"Dad, I got to go. Something came up."
"You want to tell me a little more about it…"
"Sorry I can't. Stay safe. Don't work too hard." Burt was about to give his speech on 'Working too hard,' but Blaine was already gone. Burt slid out and saw the blue suit on the floor.
"I'm kidnapping you," Kurt said appearing in his brother's doorway.
"That would be scarier if you were... scarier," Finn smirked and Kurt scoffed. He took big strides before dropping onto the side of his bed. "Bad day?"
"Yes, the worst, but then again, how are you?"
"Same as always. They gave me grilled cheese today so that made it a little better," he made a joke, but Kurt did not seem any happier. He wrapped his arms around him. His younger brother didn't like to initiate hugs; it wasn't in his nature.
"You're having a bad day, and you want to kidnap me. Does that mean shopping?"
"Please," he smiled weakly.
"As long as we can drop by an arcade or something after," he bribed.
"Sure, after I will take you to some seedy, no good, dark and hazardous arcade where you will win me a giant bear or else you owe me another shopping day!"
"You drive a hard bargain," he paused for effect, "I'm in!"
Kurt wanted to go into Prada but figured it would be less stuck up in the other giant department store on the block, and Finn might even like something that Kurt could buy him as a 'Welcome Home' present for whenever he did make it home.
"Rachel, are you in here?" Blaine went straight to the dressing rooms. "Rachel!"
"I'm in here," Rachel said opening the door. The two women, who were waiting for a room and uncomfortable with a man snooping, objected to her calling him in. "He's my brother…and he's gay… you nosey old hags!" she cried, and Blaine's eyes went wide, but she closed the door behind him before they could hear their retorts.
"You're insulting people in the dressing room so I assume this wasn't an emergency."
"Sorry, but it-it is a fashion emergency. I need your advice and you're the only help I've got," she suddenly turned on the puppy eyes.
"You need to learn when and when not to use the word 'Emergency'. I practically sprinted up the street. It's no wonder people started yelling; they must have thought I stole something from one of these stores."
"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have run anyway," she smiled mischievously.
"Alright Rachel so what do you got? Is this what you want to wear to the Night of Neglect because I'm telling you now it does not look like you could buy that dress even with both our college savings?"
"You're right! Who am I kidding thinking I can walk into a nice store and pick out what I want? I should just—I don't know die!"
"You're being dramatic. Look why don't we just head down to Brooklyn and buy a knockoff dress that costs a fortune less, but no one could tell unless they looked it over with a microscope."
"Fine you're right…Can you take a picture of me in it first?" she winked tossing the skirt.
On their way-out, Rachel spotted Blaine's dream boy. "Look who it is? It's Kurt!" she fixed her hair even though she knew he was gay, and there were no cameras around to take a shot of them together. Blaine saw him and sprinted behind a handbag display. Rachel saw her brother missing but didn't let it bother her because Kurt heard her and was coming her way.
"Hey, I didn't catch your name this morning; what is it?"
"Rachel Berry Corcoran-Anderson," she said with a smile that beat out the sun.
"Wow! That's—," he mumbled, "a lot of energy. So Rachel... did you pick up your dress?"
"Oh no, I was getting some ideas. Nothing really stood out," she answered nonchalantly.
Kurt nodded and then looked to his brother, but he'd disappeared to talk to a perfume salesgirl. Meanwhile, Rachel remembered what she almost forgot, "Kurt, I got this for you," she said reaching into her purse to pull out a golden envelope. "It's an invite, but please don't tell anyone you got it from me."
"Thanks Rachel," he smiled and winked at her before walking away.
"Blaine, he's honestly the coolest boy I've ever met, and now he knows my name!"
Her brother sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Good for you."
Puck had wanted to come over and watch something gory on television, but because there was still light out, Sam wanted to take a walk and who was he to crush his friend's dreams. He'd done this before, the slow walk around the Reservoir. Sam was comfortable with silence as he worked through his thoughts. Puck knew it wasn't always easy for him to make sense of things so he let him. However, he didn't like silence. If he had a problem, he usually liked to work it out in a high energy activity. After breaking a sweat, he usually felt much better. Something was really bothering Sam though so he knew it was time to be a friend and get him to talk about it.
Sam didn't straightaway come out with what he was thinking because he knew Puck would bust his balls for both thoughts floating through his head. The first was simple. He explained that Quinn had hit on him hard, and he thought that since his mother was headed to Delaware, this might be the night they finally did it.
"Well finally you get some! You've been so virginal it could make a guy puke."
"I've done stuff before so don't be an ass, man."
"You've 'done stuff'?! Please... wait? If it wasn't with the prissy Q…wait, you cheated with someone… Whoa! How far did you get?"
"Look I don't want to talk about it. It's never happening again, and you can't tell anyone."
"You know I won't. Gossip Girl would have a field day with that jewel."
"Puck—"
"Look I'm not saying anything. So that's settled, what about the other thing?"
"No, it's not important. Don't worry about. I know what I got to do."
Sam knew he had to take the cards he was dealt and make the most out of it. His family didn't become as prominent as it was by taking the easy way out. His grandfather was beyond dignified. He deserved the respect he got. Sam could be a part of his family legacy only if he played by the rules and didn't get selfish.
"I'm glad you made it. You know I missed you," Kurt began the conversation once he got Quinn a drink because he knew how stubborn she could be.
"I'm sure you did, which is why you never called or texted. You knew my dad left?"
"What?" he froze. When she looked deeper into his eyes waiting for a better response, he knew she was serious. "No, I didn't. I'm so sorry. What happened?"
"He was jerk who had three different affairs happening at the same time. It was too much so he slinked off to Los Angeles with one of them. He hasn't called either. Where were you?"
"I-you know, boarding school. I just needed to get away from here."
"So, you couldn't even tell me where you were going first. Everyone else would have found out eventually, but I thought I was at least worth one call."
"You are. I needed time. I still need to work through stuff, but I want you there beside me. You know you are like my sister. The one I always wanted."
"Sure, until the next time you want to bail for a year. If you think you can prance into my life, you're wrong. You've been replaced."
"Please Quinn, just think about me."
"I promise I will and I keep my promises so don't worry about me vanishing. I have to go. I have a date with Sam and it's a big one."
"Q," Kurt wanted to hold her but he couldn't.
"K," she saw his dilemma and drew him in for a second. Neither said anything as she left. Kurt saw her glass still full on the table. He raised it to his lips. Now it was empty.
Spotted: At The Palace Hotel, K and Q having a heart to heart.
Hmm, why so thirsty, K? You may have won over Q for now, but we still think you're hiding something.
Blaine came home much later than he normally did because he could not get Kurt out of his head and he thought walking around would help. The problem was he was walking around the borough that Kurt called home so everything reminded him of him. He felt like an idiot so he found a sheet music store and drifted around the piles of music for a while until Blaine found something that he would like to perform. It was a tossup between West Side Story's Tony's 'Something's Coming' and Grease's Teen Angel's 'Beauty School Dropout'. When he really reviewed his choices, he felt like a bum. Wishing and hoping and praying never got a guy anywhere.
He considered what his sister would tell him to do after blowing a perfect chance to talk to Kurt. Rachel would tell him to do a grand romantic gesture, but he did not think he had it in him. Still…he knew where Kurt was staying, and he might be lonely.
Blaine had been crazy about Kurt from the first time he heard him solo in Chorus. Kurt's voice was heavenly, and while no one else fully appreciated his talent, Blaine did. Kurt was more than his fashion sense or reputation. He was the entire package. Blaine lost track of time and space halfway to the hotel but came to his senses as he neared the front entrance. He made a full circle trying to find the bar, and once spotted, he went in.
He was a wee bit late because Puck was doing rounds around the drunken Kurt who'd had more than one drink on an empty stomach. Kurt easily got tired of Puck's witty chatter when all he really wanted to do was make fun of his sexuality.
"Puck unless you truly want to blow me, will you get the hell away? I'm not interested in hearing you talk and talk and talk," he said swallowing another shot. His voice got huskier.
"One last drink and I'll get out of your hair," Puck said taking a seat and ordering them both a sandwich. Kurt didn't like him but he also didn't hate the company. He could only imagine the show Sam was putting on with Quinn.
Unfortunately, the night was not going as well as Quinn would have liked. She had never worried whether or not she was attractive enough for her boyfriend. That was never an issue. So, when Quinn was forcibly removed from her boyfriend, she had a reason to be suspicious.
"What's going on with you? You've been acting strange ever since Kurt returned."
"Look, I-I-," he shuffled back onto the bed. "I don't even know if I should tell you are not because it doesn't mean—it is not gonna happen again, and you are probably going to be mad at me, and it is not even worth telling, but I don't think we can do this until I'm honest."
Quinn wanted to shave Kurt's perfectly coiffed chocolate hair when she found out.
It seemed Puck had no couth whatsoever because after buying Kurt a bunch more drinks, he brought up a very sensitive topic.
"That's it! I'm leaving."
"Just quickly then, tell me about that night of the Gleeson's wedding."
Kurt blanched so his already cream skin became sickly parchment colored.
"What do you know?"
"Only what you can find out by bribing head of security and watching some old tapes. You and Sam had a fun night. Looked like some home runs."
"Sports analogies are so 9th grade. If you already saw what you did then I'll admit it, but we didn't do anything after that. I have felt guilt ever since."
"I'm sure you were after your second round…"
"No Puck, just—" Kurt grabbed him by his collar. "You will not tell this to anyone! Look, I fell off the table and he caught me on his lap. We were drunk and kissed. I blew him and he blew me. No sex."
"Sounds like some kind of sex to me. It doesn't matter because he cheated on his girlfriend, and you are her best friend," he said happily taking his jacket of his chair and leaving.
It happened so suddenly it might not have been true if Kurt had not remembered it. Of all the things he forgotten that night, sex with Sam was not one of them. Surely, he must have been somewhat coherent, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He had kissed him until it was too hot. On his knees, he couldn't stop himself, and while Sam did not have to, he returned the favor. And when their breathing evened, all the drinks wore off in double speed.
Puck, of course, did not understand. He could only hope that he had the decency not to rat to Gossip Girl. Sam was his best friend so he would be endangering their friendship by telling. Kurt wished he had gotten some threats in for good measure, but then again, nothing scared Puck.
Kurt ran off drunkenly, not to follow Puck, but to get the hell to the elevator. His happy buzz had worn off because of him. Now he just felt tired and guilty.
Blaine had finally gotten the nerve to walk to the bar when Kurt came at him going the other way. Roughly shuffling his handbag and swishing his jacket in his arms, he didn't hear the clang when he dropped something. Blaine did and dove for it. When he got up, he was holding Kurt's phone and the drunk boy was already in an elevator on his way up. Blaine had two options: give it to the main desk now, or try his luck tomorrow.
And just when Q and K had built a bridge... it all had to come crashing down. But dry your eyes: the Night of Neglect party is around the corner. And you know who loves parties? Gossip Girl.
Sandy was a strange man. His interests were particular. The whole Upper East Side was sure that if he hadn't married into a rich family, he would have become nothing but a high school show choir director—or a drug dealer. He did not let this trouble him because he had already made it. They couldn't do anything unless he and his wife got divorced, and he didn't plan on that happening.
Sam liked Central Park better than the skyscrapers and hustle and bustle. So, on his and his father's weekly get-together, Sam asked to meet him there. There was a whole path where clowns and caricaturists and Gold Men attracted the attention of the tourists, and he felt fine.
"You look like you've got something on your mind?" Sandy asked licking an ice cream.
"Something happened with Quinn. We kind of broke up. I don't think we're getting back together."
"Well, this is a shocker! Sam, how could you let a girl like her get away? Get your head together. If she was your mother... you know what we'll do? We'll stop by Swarovski—"
"Dad, I really don't think that'll be enough, and, you know, I don't know if I even want to get back together with her."
"Make it not be true!" he cried dramatically. "You have been in love with that girl since you were kids."
"I still love her, but not the way I should."
"Sam, I need you to listen to me. You may find it hard to do, but your family needs you. We have a lot of money riding on Judy Fabray's company. We're in the door, and you do not want to mess this up for us."
"Dad!" Sam didn't want to believe what he heard.
"Figure it out. There are more important things in life than young love," he said with a warning look before walking ahead to buy another cheap picture for the walls of his den.
~A.N. Thanks for sticking around for Chapter 2. The next chapter will round out Episode One. I hope you like it!
