Episode 1, Chapter 3:

"I found his phone. I didn't steal it. Does it look like I'd steal anything? Why would I come to you? I just wanted to know where he is so I could return it to him."

"I'm not at liberty to discuss where he is, Mr. Anderson," the concierge responded cheekily.

Blaine had a plan all worked out. He would wait at the bar until Kurt came home and then 'run into' him and give him back his phone. He had told himself that time would not be an issue, but he had been sitting and watching the door now for over 3 hours. Blaine didn't have the discipline to keep still much longer. He changed his plan and went to the front desk, which had now been holding him up for the past ten minutes vetting his entire life story.

"Can you at least give me a clue if he is coming to the hotel at all tonight?"

The concierge looked around him, making Blaine angrier before she called, "Mr. Hummel!"

Behind him, Kurt had just walked out of the elevator with his sunglasses already on his face even though it was dark and raining. He looked over bored, but came that way anyway.

Blaine couldn't hide anymore, but instead of starting a proper conversation, he stuck out the phone, "Ifoundyourphone."

"What was that?" Kurt asked dumbstruck.

"What Mr. Anderson means to say is that yesterday he claims he was walking by when you dropped your phone. He picked it up and had it in his possession all night," the lady spoke.

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" Kurt beamed, taking the glasses off his face and going in to hug Blaine. Blaine choked in shock. "I thought I lost it. I was seriously dreading having to get another one."

"You—you're welcome," Blaine swallowed properly and got himself together. Thank goodness he was interrupted or else he might have proclaimed his undying love.

"Kurt dear," Carole said. He faced his mother as she approached. "I found an invitation on your dresser for the Night of Neglect, and I knew you had nothing good to wear so I bought you…" she pulled out a sports jacket of tweed gray fabric that Kurt detested. His mother always made bad style choices when it came to buying for him. She beamed.

"Mom, that material is awful. It looks terrible on me. You know I only buy my suits from Burberry and my sport coats from Topman." She deflated and put it away.

"I never get it right for you. I'm sorry," she said self-critically.

"Mom, let me shop for myself. That is why this doesn't go well. I could shop for both of us, but your men's fashion trends just don't work for me," he lowered his voice to lighten the blow. She put up her hands; she'd been here before.

"You are going to that party though, right?"

"No mom, I'm not."

She'd teared up a little by the fashion sting, but this upset her more. "It's Quinn's party!"

"We're getting to know each other again, and I actually have a date tonight… with him," he said grabbing Blaine by the arm and rendering him speechless.

"We do? I mean yes!" Blaine's mind turned on hyperdrive. Kurt was looking at him desperately to make this sound good. "Yes, there's a show in Brooklyn that I am taking him too."

"What's it called?" she asked interestedly.

Blaine froze. Nothing came to mind. "It's one of those littl- known venues with up-and-comers."

The wording wasn't all that great, but it got the point across. She let them be with a squinted eye. When she left, Blaine didn't actually believe there would be any more said between them so he started to walk away, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs that he had been holding in the whole time.

"So stranger, when do you want to pick me up?"

"W-what I thought that was just—?"

"A show? Well, sort of, but you mentioned Brooklyn. There's always something going on there. So, what do you want to do?"

"Well actually, you might think this lame, but there is a Sound of Music sing-along…"

"Are you kidding that sounds amazing?!"

"Great! I'll pick you up at 8," Blaine began to turn away again beaming. This had gone way better than he ever could have hoped.

"Oh wait, before you go! You know mine so what's your name?"


Quinn knew exactly why Sam called… He was a puppy dog, who acted out of line and was coming back for forgiveness, and she would give it to him because there was only one thing she truly wanted and that was to not be bested by Kurt. She would not breakup with Sam if she could help it. So, while he started in on his speech for forgiveness, she slowly nibbled on her breadstick. Blah blah. I'm so sorry. Blah he'll never do anything to hurt me again. Blah I still love you. Blah blah blah. He never meant anything to me, and if you want, I'll never talk to him again.

"I forgive you. Please, let us just eat."

"Wait! That's it? I don't know. I thought you'd be angrier."

"Why because you let a boy blow you? No, you were stupid and drunk, and I'm sure you'll never, ever make that mistake again. Now let's order."


Rachel and Blaine helped primp each other for their big nights. Blaine didn't have to look as fancy as Rachel for his date to the movie house with Kurt, but he needed to look impressive. He settled on Jack Spade Fowler Plaid Shirt, Brooks Brothers bow tie, his signature, and Aldo shoes. [Season 6 promo] Rachel found her perfect dress at a dress shop near home. It was a strapless pink Betsey Johnson dress with a satin ribbon around her waist that perfectly matched her personality. [Prom Queen]

"You look very handsome," Rachel said tying his bowtie even though Blaine was a pro.

"You look ravishing yourself. Just don't get into too much trouble with all those richies."

"You're going on a date with a 'richie': Mr. Richie Hummel himself."

"It's not an actual date. I mean I found his phone and he's kind of—"

"'Paying you back'? Seriously Blaine, if it wasn't a date, he wouldn't have called it that. Plus, he could have just paid you with money, but instead, he chose to spend time with you."

"I just don't want to screw this up. I mean I really like him," he said looking back in the mirror now that she was done and readjusting his cuffs before deciding his outfit was still incomplete. He took a vest off the hangar and started buttoning.

"Much better," she approved.


Quinn was her own woman in many ways. Unlike her mother, who usually followed whatever a man said, Quinn fought for what she wanted. The only time she had no control was when she was one-on-one with her mother. A judgment glare could crush her so when her mother peeked into her room as she was getting ready for the dance and told her to wear the beaded strapless powder blue ball gown with full tulle skirt and a silver bodice instead, she listened and put her other dress away. [Prom Queen] Judy kissed her hair and then played with the ends of her daughter's blonde hair that reached her breasts.

"You should put your hair up dear. It's a little dry."

Quinn was the last to get picked up by the limo. Puck, Sam, Brittany and Santana had already been picked up and had been sipping on champagne for the last twenty minutes so the fun had already begun. The moment they entered ballroom the crowd parted for them like the Red Sea. Quinn went on stage first to announce that Sam and Puck would be performing 'Friday.' After that, Quinn introduced Santana, wearing a fiery red and shiny Blondie Nites Style dress, who went out on stage to sing 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. [Prom Queen]

"I would have liked to see you up there," a voice says sneaking up behind Quinn.

"Puck, don't speak to me. If I had pit bulls, I'd set them on you," she clenched her teeth.

"Why would you do that? You didn't like the song?"

"I think you can guess. You had to know about Sam—," Quinn was insulted when he put a finger to her lips, spotting someone else in the crowd.

"Who is she?" he said licking his lips.

"Rachel Berry freshman," Brittany answered nursing her drink. She'd gotten dressed in a Betsey Johnson Evening Pow! Poof! strapless dress, DV by Dolce Vita 'Scarlett' pump, mini top hat headband, and Betsey Johnson Iconic "Pretty in Pink" mismatched chain earrings. [Prom Queen]

"I'm sold. Be right back…or not," he smirked as he stalked his newfound prey.

Rachel flushed when Puck introduced himself. Of course, she already knew who he was and what he was known for. Any reputation in this school would be better than none, she thought. After she got her bearings, she flirted back.

Looks like little Rache might end up with a new boy and a ticket to the inner circle. Or will P end up with another victim? I told you, I love parties.


"I've never been to a Sing-a-long before. What's it like?" Kurt said standing beside Blaine as they bought their tickets at the ticket booth.

The moment Blaine saw him he'd had the terrible urge to run away. There was just no way Kurt could actually have meant "date". He was angelic, and Blaine was just Blaine. The taller boy had his hair styled just so with Zara double collar structured shirt, Paul Smith belt, and Cole Haan boots. [Season 6 Promo] He was so lost in thought he didn't hear the question.

"Blaine?"

"Huh what?" Blaine sharply turned.

"You lost in thought?"

"A little I'm sorry. I just…is this really a date?"

"I don't see why it wouldn't be," Kurt quirked his eyebrow.

"It's just you're gorgeous and I-I'm really not so if this is some pity thing, I really need to know because—"

"Blaine, you getting flustered is becoming my new favorite thing," Kurt smiled softly, and the shorter boy melted. "Yes, this is a date, and I do want to go out with you. You're different from the guys I usually talk to. A good change, trust me!" Blaine took the tickets from the seller and passed one to Kurt who snatched it playfully. Blaine smiled wholeheartedly and it's possible that Kurt's heart leapt with it. He entered the door Blaine opened for him.

Kurt's face, while unaccustomed to greasy foods, didn't say no when Blaine went to order them the giant popcorn bucket. He finished half before the prologue and rehearsals ended. He laughed bigger than Blaine had ever seen anyone laug,h and he loved the sound of it. Maria had just gotten the love of the Von Trapp children when Blaine got the first text. He'd turned off the ringer, but the buzz made him look. He saw his sister's name and the word emergency, but ignored it. With Rachel, everything was an emergency.


Rachel realized very quickly that Puck didn't have a slow speed. He told her he just wanted to talk, but there was clearly more he wanted. He'd intended to sweep her way up the stairs to the roof but didn't get that far before he couldn't wait and kissed her.

"You're beautiful," he said and kissed her again.

"Um, Puck maybe we can go a little slower, like really talk before—" He kissed her again.

"Anything you want babe," he said and poured her a glass of champagne from the bottle he'd taken off the bar. "Have a drink. We'll have fun."

This was definitely the point she felt frightened by him. While Puck was distracted, she texted her brother. She had no idea how long it'd be before he got there if he was on a date with Kurt, but Rachel hoped he'd come soon. Puck took her hand and guided her upstairs and opened the door to the roof. It was gorgeous, but Rachel couldn't focus on that because Puck was very insistent on kissing her. She calmed him as best she could. She asked him for his coat and while he took it off slowly, Rachel managed another more desperate text.


The second text Blaine got was different. He saw she wrote '911' and opened his phone to really look. Kurt looked over, saw the confused look on his date's face and read the message. All he could see was the word 'Puck.'

"Do you know a guy named Puck?" Blaine whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, who's texting you?"

"My sister, she says she's having a problem with Puck."

"Is she at that 'Night of Neglect' party?" he asked. Blaine nodded. "We should go now."

"No stay. I'm so sorry, but I should go. You can finish enjoying the show," he said, getting up and making his way to the right. Kurt didn't listen and followed him out.

"If Puck's involved, it's not good. I'll get us a cab." Blaine was surprised by his urgency, but that only made him more nervous. Would that guy really do something to his sister?


When Kurt walked in, people started gossiping. Blaine broke from him to look around. Kurt walked slowly, wondering where that seedy Puck would take a girl. He had the idea when he saw the staircase.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked behind him. Stunning as usual.

"I'm not here to crash your party Quinn. I came to get someone and go."

"You expect me to believe that. You always have to steal the show and embarrass me in front of my friends."

"They're not 'your' friends. They are 'our' friends, but if they had a chance, they would still probably pick me."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Quinn growled.

"I'm not here to tell you anything! I walked in 2 minutes ago, and I'll be gone in another."

"Exactly because you can jump in out of my life whenever you want."

"Stop crying Quinn. This isn't about you. It's about him," he spotted Blaine and went straight to him. "Did you find her?"

"No, do you have any ideas?"

"The roof," he replied, and they went up together. Quinn didn't understand what was going on, but she pouted anyway. Brittany and Santana were by her side in a moment comforting her and playing with her hair.

Sam was by her side too saying, "Gossip Girl's blowing up. Kurt's here?"

"Everything with you is Kurt!" she angrily turned away from him. Brittany and Santana were left behind.

Blaine ran up the stairs with Kurt close behind. They pushed open the door to the roof just as Puck slid his hand under skirt.

"Get off," she pushed his chest away.

"You heard her. Get off!" Blaine ran in. Kurt was petrified he'd get hurt. Rachel yanked on Puck's Mohawk long enough for Blaine to sock him in the jaw. Puck lost his footing and dropped to the ground. Blaine held his collar as he threw some proper punches on both cheeks. Rachel ran to Kurt, the only one else up there. Kurt made sure she was okay before yelling at Blaine to leave him. He listened and shoved him back onto the floor.

"Let's go," Kurt said taking his hand. Blaine saw his sister was okay, and they marched down the stairs. Quinn left them a clear path as they went out the front. Blaine hailed a cab they all got into. Kurt didn't bother to look back at Quinn, making her more upset. Puck came down the steps once the cab took off.

"Next time I see any of them. They're so going to pay!" his hands in fists.

"Looks like you got what you deserved to me. Though if you have a plan to make Kurt pay, I want in," Quinn squinted angrily in their direction.

Rachel wrapped herself in her brother's arms. Kurt smiled and whispered, "So what are we going to do for our second date?"

Spotted: Kurt making a heroic exit from Q's party; too bad for her there's school on Monday. So, until next time. You know you love me... Gossip Girl.


~A.N. Rounding out Episode One! I hope you are enjoying. Leave a comment. There is a lot more in store. I'll be editing and uploading regularly until I've caught up with everything I've written thus far.