Episode 5, Chapter 2:

The whole idea was irrational, but Rachel always thought of herself as an actress. If she wanted to live the life she knew she was meant to live, and not the one she'd been living in Brooklyn, she needed to get in close with Quinn. There was no way she'd be able to turn her down if she passed this impossible test. Rachel glanced at all the judging faces around her. No one thought she'd do it, but they didn't know her. She was a star of the stage, and she was going to prove them wrong.

Not thirty minutes later, they'd all arrived in front of the center. Quinn stood still and confident in her bright blue Yoana Baraschi Love Story Trench Coat over a white dress, knee-high boots and a red kerchief around her neck. [Stereo Hearts] She knew Rachel couldn't crack it. Rachel tossed her straightened hair and nervously adjusted the bottom of her dress. If she was going to do this, she'd need to be a hot mess. She wiped off her red lipstick with the back of her hand and ran her fingers roughly through her hair. She stalked into the center and stumbled towards the nurse at the reception desk.

"Can I help you?"

"Ma'be if ya had sum pills I be peachy," she drawled falling over the desk.

"Are you okay, miss?" the woman asked and came around to the front of the desk. Rachel started crying immediately and grabbed tissues from the desk to destroy her mascara. "Ihave a problem," she sobbed. The nurse took a step away to call someone but to cement her condition Rachel made a bold move. She held onto the front of the nurse's scrubs and pulled urgently. "Anything you have I need something to make me forget the pain…Anything!" she yelled at her, and a few minutes later, the poor nurse named Penny brought her to a room. Because the doctor for treatment wasn't in yet, she'd get checked on first thing in the morning.

After Penny had given her pajamas for the night and closed the door, Rachel texted Quinn. 'Done, now what's next?' Rachel wiped her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her young face didn't belong in that super sexy black halter dress, but if it was the cost, she could pay it. She waited twenty minutes, but Quinn didn't text back, and she suddenly understood the trick. She could've cried for real on the comfy bed but decided she wouldn't let her win. She snuck out of the room looking in both directions before running to the elevator and taking it up two floors to Finn's room.

She knocked because it was a boy's room and you could never be too sure, but he was only playing Super Mario Bros. Assuming it was his brother he yelled for Kurt to come in so he wouldn't need to pause level 30. When he looked quick to the door, his jaw dropped, and he got hit by the green turtle shell.

"Hi," Rachel said stepping closer.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she looked down dejectedly.

His puzzled expression reflected his inner debate on whether to ask her about it or not. He decided not to, which, with Rachel, was the exact wrong thing. She eventually looked up and immediately began retelling him about her night.

"You came here on a dare? Rachel, you don't need to be one of them. I like you the way you are. The dress is nice, and it caught my attention, but I like you just the way you are."

"That's very sweet. I like you too… I want to be their friend, but I know who I am. I'm not going to change myself, but I'm tired of being on the outside. Will you help me?"

"I guess. What can I do for you?"

"Be my date."

"For what?" he asked cautiously.

"They're going to some club at the end of the night, and it'll bother Quinn to no end if she sees me with you."

"Why would it bother her?" he asked curiously.

"She told me that she used to like you, and I might have said some things to her—I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it! I promise." She paused as she smiled to herself shyly, "I think you're exactly right for me."

He gave his signature goofy half-smile then took his jacket off the wall.

"We have to be really quiet if you want to get out of here. Let's go!" She beamed and took his arm as they ran down the staircase and left through the service entrance.


When Blaine and Kurt finally stopped laughing, they were in front of a 24-hour candy shop. Blaine gestured with his thumb, and Kurt shrugged. The shorter boy smiled and took his date's waist and led him inside. The place was a full malt shop and candy store. Blaine broke away from his date to check out the rock candy and pixie sticks. Kurt smiled completely understanding who Blaine was. A person's candy preference told you a lot about them. Kurt liked licorice sticks and got a bag filled with those before spotting the candy apples. When he next found Blaine, he was running on a sugar high already.

"Kurt! I've been looking for you!" he yelled with a ton of boxes and plastic bags in his hands. "Have you tried the pixie sticks? They have them in every flavor!"

"Are you eating it before you buy it?

"I wanted to make sure I liked it," he answered simply and handed him a stick.

"Blaine, this is straight sugar," he looked at it and handed it back.

"So? I love sugar! I'm going to pay. Do you want anything?" he asked.

"I got some licorice," he said. His eye wandered to the candy apples.

"Do you want one of those?"

"No, no I'm fine."

"Let me get it for you! We didn't eat dinner. The least I could do is feed you!"

"Sugar. You want to feed me sugar?"

"There's a fruit under that red stuff," Blaine's eyes were shiny, and Kurt couldn't help staring into his hazel eyes for an extra few seconds. He was the most adorable creature, and now he was sillier and twice as cute. He nodded and the clerk rang up all the candy. Kurt was sure he'd regret buying it all later. Blaine wasn't scared to touch him more once they left, either nuzzling into the side of his neck or squeezing him close. While Kurt didn't display his affections the same way, he secretly loved the way he made him feel.

Suddenly feeling a vibration, he pulled away from Kurt so he could answer his phone.

"It's my dad, that's strange. Hey Dad! ...Huh, no it's just me and Kurt…Really? Okay sure, I'll tell him."

"What's that about?"

"I think your brother's missing. He left the center. They're looking for him, but he won't answer his phone. Your mom called my dad to get in touch with you so it's serious. You have any idea where we can start looking?"

"No. Let me call him. Finn wouldn't answer if our mom was calling," Kurt said taking out his phone and dialing his brother.


The club that Quinn and her girls went had a line out front that stretched a whole Manhattan block so Rachel would need to think of more interesting ways to get in. She dragged Finn to the back entrance where he put on a waiter vest and blocked her with his body until they'd made it inside. She couldn't help but smile and think it wasn't that hard.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked her. She nodded, and he went to the bar.

Kurt had gotten him a fake ID back when he went clubbing a lot just so he could get in and drive him home at the end of the night. Now he actually planned to get something. He ordered two vodka sodas and took them to Rachel. He should have guessed she'd move. She was smiling at Quinn acting like nothing was wrong. Finn was smart enough to know the atmosphere would change when he got there.

"Hey Rache!" he said bringing her the drink.

"Finn, what are you doing out?" Quinn asked baffled.

"Rachel told me how you sent her in to jail break me. That was really nice of you, Quinn! Now she and I get to hang out. I wanted to take her someplace for a while now, and this club is pretty nice."

Santana snickered, and Quinn gave her a death stare.

"Well as long as you have fun," she said.

Rachel took her drink and clinked her glass with Finn. They both sat down on the couch and forgot the world around them. The blonde thought of everything she'd done to make the night worse for Rachel, and the whole thing backfired. However, the night was still young.


Kurt found out where his brother was, and though he didn't want to interrupt him on his first date with a girl in a while, he needed to get him back to the center before his mother popped a vein. Blaine felt awe as Kurt escorted him into a club. The boy walked right past the line, said his name, and the velvet bar, which Blaine never believed he'd get through, rose up just like that. He had to keep his focus though because for some strange reason his sister was at this club too when she should have been at a sleepover. Even though Kurt was Finn's brother, Blaine was his sister, and he needed to vet him before they went to a club together.

Kurt found his friends quickly, and from there, he tapped Blaine's shoulder and pointed to where the couple were drinking and obviously flirting.

"Don't hurt my brother. He's not bad. I promise."

"I'll try not to," Blaine said defensively going down to see what was going on between them. "Rachel," he said loudly when he was close enough for her to hear him.

"Oh hey, you got here fast," she said slurring her words.

"Are you drunk? I thought you were going to a sleepover. Dad would freak out if he knew you were here!"

"He's not going to find out because you're not going to tell him," she said conspiratorially getting closer to Blaine's face. He could smell the liquor on her breath.

"You're done drinking, and you're coming home with me right now."

"Please I don't want to yet," she said holding onto her brother's shirt.

"Well now, I know you're a clingy drunk. Look, you're done for the night at this point. You wouldn't even remember your date tomorrow so it's a waste. Finn is going back too." She pouted and complained that he was no fun.


On the other side of the room, Kurt was arguing with Quinn for inviting Finn and Rachel to the club.

"It was their choice. I left Rachel at the center with Finn. She wanted to rub it in my face by coming here."

"What was she doing there in the first place?"

"I dared her to go."

"Quinn…" he rubbed his temples. "Your Truth or Dare Spin the Bottle is intense. She's—you can't do that with her. She's Blaine's sister. I don't want you ruining her life."

"No confidence in me, I see. She's a smart girl. I didn't force her to do anything."

"I'm calling the night off."

Rachel ran over drunkenly squealing, "Blaine's letting me continue the sleepover."

"Wait, what?" he looked to the boy, who'd gotten tired out by his sister.

"Will you look at that? Let's get out of here. What do you say girls?" Santana swung her bag like a weapon onto her arm and air-kissed Kurt mockingly. He shook his head silently raging. Brittany hugged and kissed him, which he took better, but once they were gone, he turned to Blaine.

Spotted: Big brother to the not-quite rescue, too bad no one told him you can't save a damsel if she loves her distress.

"What was that?" Kurt asked him upset.

"She said she'd be okay, and I couldn't be the bad brother. I'm never the bad guy. Let's just go," he said walking out, knowing he'd lost the battle. Blaine talked to Finn about his sister the whole way out and decided Rachel could do worse. Kurt planned to just go with his brother, but Blaine didn't want for their night to be over yet.

He hung back while Kurt talked to Finn about him leaving the center. Everything looked okay to him. Kurt wrapped his arms around his brother hugging him and then play fighting him. Blaine took it as his chance to catch up and walk alongside.


This just in- "Truth or Dare" has gone into overtime. Looks like no one told little R that you don't beat a Fabray at their own game.

Rachel sobered up when her next dare came along. Obviously, her breaking out of the rehab center with Finn kind of null and voided the verbal contract with Quinn for no more dares. The blonde wanted to push her to her absolute limit. Judy Fabray's storeroom in the Warehouse District had hundreds of pieces of furniture. She wrapped a ribbon around Rachel's eyes and told her to find a pure crystal tea set on the other side.

"You can't be serious. This has to be like finding a needle in a haystack."

"It's not. We don't keep many pieces like that in here so you'll only find one. If you can find it and bring it back, you win. You're like a mouse in a maze. If they can do it, then you can."

"We'll be right here Berry-face, and trust me, if you can pull this off, you'll have cred with me for life," Santana smiled bitterly. "Good luck, and remember no cheating."

Rachel mashed her lips together wondering how she was going to manage to do this but knew she had to; she couldn't let them win when she got this far. She checked her balance. Now that she was being given one final task, her body had expelled the toxins and was doing its best to keep her steady on her feet. They sat on the sofa for the first few minutes watching her go blindly before Quinn got bored. She rang the quiet alarm that alerted the police and had Brittany switch off the lights. Rachel, of course, wouldn't be able to tell the difference until it was too late and she was too deep in to find her way out.

"Will she be okay down here?" Brittany asked Quinn worriedly. The warehouse floor looked like a giant Sam's Club or Costco, and she might not be able to backtrack.

"She'll be fine. The cops are coming for God's sake," she said and had to reassure Brittany some more before she agreed to leave the girl in the dark with a blindfold walking around like blind woman through an impossible maze of living rooms and dining sets.


There should have been no way in Quinn's book that she not end up in a messy situation with her dad and the cops. She went to sleep that night sure that she'd gotten rid of her little Rachel problem. Except she wasn't. After all the girls had fallen asleep comfortable in the fancy beds that Quinn had her catering people set up in place of the living room furniture, she woke up to the sound of the elevator to the suite opening. She peeled off her eye mask in shock when she made out Rachel's lean frame against the bright light.

"What are you—?"

"Coming to say goodnight—I won't forget everything I've learned."

"Well, you're tough. I'll give you that. Very impressive, maybe you deserve to be here."

"I know I'm worth it, but I'm not staying. I'm going home now. I'll see you Monday on the steps."

"I guess so," Quinn was awestruck. Somehow Rachel had done it so maybe she did mean what she told her. She deserved to be one of them. They would wait and see. She could always change her mind, but at least for tonight she'd lost to Rachel. Who knew that she would be a force to reckon with?

Word is Rachel Berry Corcoran-Anderson killed at Quinn Fabray's sleepover. It was a debut the likes of which haven't been seen since Quinn herself.


"I'm glad I didn't punch your brother. He was actually a nice guy," Blaine said before taking another bite of his falafel that was bigger than his mouth. The two had skipped on the expensive dinner but wouldn't last much longer on adrenaline and candy. Blaine couldn't have Kurt starve on their first full date night, even when Kurt told him more than once he wasn't hungry. For a guy their age, there was no such thing.

"I'm glad you didn't either," he said licking his fingers of the white sauce that no one really knows what they put in and wiped his hands on the napkin. "I would have rather been doing something fun the whole time, then dealing with family stuff, but it looks like we can't have a completely normal date."

"I'd say tonight was fairly normal: missing brother, drinking sister, buying candy, drawing with chalk, not eating dinner until after 11…" Blaine thought of making a wisecrack, but he couldn't think of anything, and the two just laughed at each other and the entire thing.

"I wish I met you sooner Blaine," Kurt said and instantly regretted his honesty.

"I wish I had gotten off my butt sooner. I thought you would never notice me. I hoped one day you would, and this year, you did, and it changed everything. Even though it's been rough, I've loved every minute I've gotten to spend with you. No impression of you in my head compares to the reality. I could get used to your surprises."

Kurt wished he met Blaine years ago when he first went so far off course. Blaine could have brought him back from sea. Hopefully now, he could be his anchor to the place he was in now. He could easily see himself enjoying living his life. Blaine was a light, and he didn't want to lose him.

Blaine could sense the intense gaze Kurt was giving him, and he knew he may only get so many chances in life to kiss someone as perfect as the boy in front of him. He felt something move inside of him; his whole body shook with a need to kiss pink lips. If he let this moment pass, he would never forgive himself. The lighter than the sky, bright blue eyes looking back at him made him weak. He leaned in close and connected their lips. After a beat, Kurt put his hand on his cheek, and it felt like forever before they pulled away. Blaine's eyes shot open to watch Kurt, who opened his eyes slowly like he was in a beautiful dream and waking up. Kurt had never been kissed like that. The other boy never kissed before so the whole feeling was magic. That was the kiss he always dreamt would be his first.

It was a dream he needed to have repeated all over again. He pressed his lips again to his. Kissing Kurt's smile made him smile and swoon and spin the boy in his arms. Kurt couldn't care less who was watching because he'd never been this happy. Blaine tasted like ambrosia and looked like a god. On the next kiss, Kurt added a tease of his tongue and recognized the distinct flavor of cherry-flavored sugar. Blaine tasted like himself with heaps of flavored sugar he guzzled down before. The smaller boy would have pulled away and taken his hand to continue their date, but Kurt wanted to stay where they were forever. After their third kiss, and infinite minute, he let go and beamed like schoolboy. Blaine smiled wryly and took his hand like he wanted, taking him across the street to their next destination.

If Quinn's got to watch her back, Kurt needs to keep an eye on his heart. We hear it may have been stolen by Lonely Boy. Putting out an A.P.B,. Gossip Girl.


~A.N. Okay so the candy scene was just the sweetest situation that I could think of to put Kurt and Blaine in. It's so fun and heartwarming... Rachel as the clingy drunk will come back later... Writing the dialogue for Rachel getting herself admitted to the center still makes me laugh... Klaine's first kiss was modeled on the scene where the two kiss in the elevator in Season 6- you know which one ;)