Episode 6, Chapter 2:

"I wanted to call you really I did, but I…alright, the truth is that I have feelings for you! It killed me not to admit them before I left, but I thought you'd hate me if I told you! I know you've only thought of yourself as gay and I understand it may be difficult for you to wrap your head around me being an option for you, but that's the true reason I didn't call because if I talked to you, I'd never get over you! It hurt being so close to you when I was here, and you not know, and to be treated like I was just a good friend when I desperately, desperately wanted to be more. I thought it'd be better if you hated me because I never called, but I've had all year to think about it, and I'm not afraid of you turning me down now or later because I'm your friend, and I'm sick of being away from you. I'm sure we could pick up right where we left off!"

"Well not right where we left off… Look Tina, it means so much that you're back and staying with your Jewish family, but I'm very much gay, and I'm sort of dating someone right now...Tina-you're still my best friend. I wouldn't have survived all the things I've gone through without you by my side. You're an amazing friend and the strongest girl I know, but I—"

"Please don't finish that! I feel like an idiot."

"Tina!" he chided, holding her hands because she started to cry no matter how tough she dressed. She was very sensitive. "You're not an idiot. We were just close for a really long time. I know who I am though Tina, and I'll never be straight. I'm sorry if that hurts you. You know I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I knew that this could be a possibility, but I was still hoping you'd have a different response," she cried, and Blaine held her so she could rest her head on his shoulder. "We're still friends, right?"

"Yes! Of course, we are," he sighed.

"Well, at least it's something, I don't want to lose you. Do you think we can have fun like the old days? Maybe a movie or a walk down to the water, under the bridge."

"Yeah, I'd love it, only not tonight..."

"Oh no, I don't want to intrude. Your world kept turning when I left. You don't have to change everything for me," she looked truly dejected. Blaine made some quick decisions in his head.

"You know what? It's only one night. It won't be a big deal," he said getting his phone off the bed and letting her go. "I'll be back. Let me just go make a call…"

Kurt's phone rang and he stopped playing with his headpiece for tonight and answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Blaine. I have some bad news. Look something came up, and I know you only told me an hour ago, but it's a real thing. I promise I'm not doing this to get even or anything."

"Oh yeah, it's fine. No big deal," he said. His entire face melting with the lie.

"I really came around to the idea, but… we'll do something else some other time," he said. Tina called out for Blaine. "I've got to go, bye."

"Bye," Kurt said, but he hung up. He never thought he'd be on the receiving end of a last-minute cancellation. Now he knew how much it hurt. He frowned, trying to catch his emotions before they got out of control, and he'd have to do his makeup all over again. Who was calling Blaine's name that took priority over him? He unlocked his phone, calling Quinn, of course, "I need a date for tonight."


Quinn had Santana and Brittany start the search, even though the blonde wasn't good for much in the way of finding last minute dates, but she did keep a list of available bachelors in the area. Santana thought it was impossible, but then again, she was just bitter.

"No one wants Kurt. You couldn't find a last-minute date for him if you walked through every gay bar on the entire island."

"He can find someone simply by walking down the street, so you can be stubborn all you want, but by tonight, Kurt better have a date for 'Theatricality' or it'll be on your head!" she threatened before shoo-ing them both from her bedroom. In the time she spent talking with their hopeless cases, she missed a call from Sam. She ignored it, knowing she'll check it out later. The next item on her agenda was getting the final goodies from Rachel, who'd been out all morning finishing up her third list of chores for tonight's event.

Rachel looked oddly hopeful after Quinn thanked her for saving the day.

"You seem in a good mood. I really thought I worked you too hard," she said adjusting her golden locks of hair.

"No, I enjoyed helping you, but I was thinking that tonight… you know…"

"The party? Did you think you could go? Oh no, I'm terribly sorry if that's what you were thinking could happen. This really isn't a test to get you invited or not, freshman just can't go to this one, but trust me your time will come. I'm absolutely positive of it," she smiled before moving on to deal with other things. Eventually, a downtrodden Rachel left the bedroom with nothing to gain from her weeklong effort.


Kurt lay sprawled on his bed. After the emergency call to Quinn all he could do was wait, he didn't want to go scope someone out when the one he really wanted was Blaine. Maybe he'd only been in it for the kiss. It's always possible that one half of the kiss is more powerful than the other. Maybe Blaine didn't feel a million sparks when they kissed. Kurt laughed when he saw his platform shoes on the other side of the room that had absolutely no purpose if he didn't have a date. He couldn't go alone! His mother came into the room with a dress on a hangar, which didn't help his depression.

"What are you doing on your bed? Don't you have a party to get ready for?"

"I can't go unless I have a date."

"Is that a rule?"

"No, it's one I made for myself when I decided I'd go with Blaine, but now he can't come."

"So, you're moping? I'm sure you'll be fine. Can you at least tell me if this dress will be good for tonight?"

"Judy's dinner party?" Kurt questioned with his eyes on a stain in the ceiling that you really had to stare at to see. He lifted his head for a second when Carole 'Mmhm'-ed. "It's nice. Are you going to wear the silver shoes from—?"

"The Vera Wang's? I was going to, but I thought I'd just stick with the matching purple heels from—"

"From Louboutin, yeah I guess those would be nice too."

"Wow, this must really have you down if you're not fighting me on fashion choices."

Kurt didn't say anything, but that minute his phone buzzed with a text message. Some guy named Chandler Kiehl was asking him to 'Theatricality.' Chandler got his number from Santana. He quickly fact checked that he was actually his age and not a creeper by Googling him. He was cute so it wouldn't be the worst date he ever went on. When Kurt looked up, Carole was gone, and he'd shaken out of his short funk. His phone hummed again, and he couldn't help but laugh at the selfie Chandler had taken with an adorable puppy dog face.


At first Blaine thought that Tina's luggage meant she planned to stay at their house for the night, but she really just wanted to make sure that his apartment was her first stop. After she calmed herself down, she rolled away to unpack at her aunt's house before they hung out. Blaine closed the door behind her with a smile. His phone beeped the special noise for messages from Gossip Girl. He really didn't care for this post.

Calling all White Knights! Why is it that friends of Kurt Hummel have to search for his suitor? Have fables fallen so out of fashion that the princesses have to do everything themselves? Call us old school but sometimes the fairy tale requires the knight to get off his ass and saddle up his steed! XOXO Gossip Girl

He had a feeling he was going to have to learn the basic art of sewing, put his costume together and cancel on Tina, but one thing at a time, he still needed to pick up a wig…


Kurt checked himself in the mirror a few times looking back and forth making sure the lighting was perfect and his skin was perfectly toned. He'd just added his decal on his chin when there was a knock on the door. Kurt sent Finn out to get a costume for Theatricality. He'd been thrilled when Carole had finally agreed to bring Finn home for good just in time for the party. Kurt went to the door just in case it was any updates from him. It was not the person he was expecting.

"Sam, hi?"

"Hi Kurt, I'm sorry to drop in. I didn't know where else to go. I think something's wrong…Can we talk?"

"Um sure, why not?" Kurt breathed. He had a mini freeze attack but knew he could handle this. There was nothing between them so there was no reason not to let him in.

Sam had a lot to say so he made himself comfortable on the couch taking leftover muffins from the table and digging in. Sam ate when he was nervous about something, and Kurt knew this because Sam was a crazy health nut who spent hours in the gym working on his body, which was already perfect, but he tried not to think about it. Sam admitted flat out what he found in his dad's office and how weird Sandy had been acting the last couple of days.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

"Don't you think it has to be bad though? I mean I never knew he did drugs," he whispered the word. Unlike his friends, he didn't get into drugs, and his mind was innocent. 'Drugs' was a dirty word frowned upon like porn. "I'm worried about him."

"I don't want to tell you to spy on him—that won't help you; I would just talk to him about it. You're concerned about him, and you're old enough that he can't keep everything from you. Let him know that you're there for him. It's the best you can do right now."

"Thanks Kurt, I just needed someone to talk to, and I trust you the most," he confessed, and Kurt didn't know what to make of that. He paled, but with his makeup no one could really tell. Sam looked like he was going to tell him more so Kurt quickly shooed him out.

"Anytime Sam, now I have to get ready for tonight. See you there. Remember Quinn, your girlfriend, she has a plan for tonight, very romantic, find her by midnight, all that stuff. Good luck with your dad," he said with one last push and short wave before closing the door. Kurt exhaled with his back to it. Across in the mirror he could see that some of his makeup had started to melt away. Kurt felt his neck and his hand came with a light sweat. He never sweated.

"Ugh," he groaned racing into his room to undo the damage Sam had caused.


Blaine was out for most of the day searching for the pieces he needed. After his third store with no green sequins he began to regret his Gaga-inspiration. He should have chosen something simpler. In the video this had looked like an easy costume to pull off. With the effort put into this costume, he should sell it to the Smithsonian as a Gaga original.

Blaine had more bags on his arm than he'd ever left any store with so he had to jumble his bags to get his phone when it started ringing.

"Blainey Days, I'm waiting for you. Are you running late?"

"Yes, a bit. Tina, you know I want to hang out with you, but can we pick another night for this? Something came up and I might be a terrible friend, but I really need to handle it. I promise we'll be fine. Tomorrow we'll do whatever you want."

"Yeah sure, no biggie, I'll talk to you tomorrow…" she hung up before she said something that made her sound jealous. Tina was ready to leave when Rachel entered. Her eyes downcast, she barely responded to seeing Tina inside the apartment. Even with her dramas, Rachel's looked worse.


On the Upper East Side appearances are often deceived, from friends to hair color there's always more than meets the eye.

'Theatricality' was a hit from the first disguised crusader who entered. This was only the second year of mad costumes, but the first had set the tone and brought up the stakes. Quinn arrived early in a Marilyn Monroe pink dress, circular wires coiled around her with a spikey avant-garde object in her hand for effect and her golden blonde hair traced with pink feathers to match the pink feather lashes. She'd come in the same car as Santana, in an extreme black lace cat suit, heeled boots and a dramatic ribbon headpiece, and Brittany wearing a gigantic lobster mask, white geometric top and gel leggings.

Kurt entered in a space-age outfit that maxed out his silver depository for the year. It had giant pointed shoulder pads and impossibly high heels yet it still wasn't perfect until he added the white powdered wig. It was hard for Kurt to find his date because Chandler's face was covered in face paint. He had come as 'Zombie Boy' the Skeleton Man from Lady Gaga's 'Born This Way' video. All he needed was the makeup and suit. While he got points for simplicity and creativity, Kurt had to deduct a few because he wasn't Blaine, and there was nothing he could do to change that.


Before she'd left Blaine's house, Tina spoke to Rachel. After hearing the whole story and convincing her to go, she found out that Blaine's 'boyfriend' would be there, and suddenly it made sense why Blaine would bail on her. Maybe this was a crazy idea, but she wanted to see them for herself. She didn't have a costume, but she took the plunge with Rachel's two back-up possible designs that she'd made lots of progress on: a bubble dress or a beanie baby monstrosity.

Tina convinced a waiter to let her in through the backdoor. The bubble dress made all sorts of noises when she walked, but tried her best to ignore it. Because Tina was already going to be sneaking into the party, Rachel really had no reason not to. If anything, she could just say that she was trying to find Tina, plus she already had her costume waiting. In the crowd of people at the party she didn't know if she'd be able to find anyone she knew—she was hoping not to run into Santana or Quinn first because they would probably out her to Quinn who specifically did not invite her.

When Rachel first saw Finn, she froze. She didn't know he'd gotten an invite when she didn't. It was especially shocking consider he was completely out of the loop and was not a party guy at all. Then she remembered that he was Kurt's brother and that title alone allowed him entry just about anywhere in the city if he was bold enough to use it. She recognized him from his height, but his costume definitely surprised her. He wore a long gown of red plastic made from either a garbage bag or another extremely high grade, glossy material with an eye mask. He attempted to explain to Rachel exactly what had happened to his original costume before switching to the truth.

"I really was going to dress as Joe Calderone because it would take like minimum effort, but I did this for my brother," he was stopped by Rachel who put a finger to his lips.

"You don't need to explain. You look like a rock star," she said making him feel better immediately. He was happy that his girlfriend, although he had yet to call her that to her face, looked hot. Rachel had on a short black dress with a skirt with pointed edges and plates of silver that matched even better with her ultramodern glasses. She danced around him since there wasn't a dancing bone in his body.

When Rachel saw Blaine walk through the door, she had to catch him before anyone else did.

"Blaine you look—"

"Stupid? Please don't say stupid because I worked really hard on this," he asked. Blaine wore a shoulder length brown wig with a white streak, a tight green sequin wrap-around and silver bottoms, one half cut short and the other side longer with a long tinsel tail in the back. He looked a bit like a mermaid Hippogriff.

"No, it actually looks really—Gaga! It's a lot better than I thought it'd be."

"Thanks, I think? Hey, you look amazing by the way. I'm proud of you; you're bringing them all to shame with that outfit!"

"Thank you!" she smiled and posed.

"Wait, how are you here? Are you supposed to be here?" he asked frantically.

"No, and don't say anything! I'm hoping to avoid Quinn the whole night. I found Finn so she'd have to kick us both out and not even she is that heartless."

"Well, it looks like you figured everything out. I have to go find Kurt. Have you seen him anywhere?"

"I have," she turned and pointed in the direction she'd seen him, but it was too close to where Quinn's inner unit was hanging out. Blaine started walking away until she called out at him. "First, wait, Tina's here too," she admitted. Blaine gave her a look of confusion and then sighed. "She knew something was up. She convinced me not to give up and come here so I let her borrow my back-up costume. She's sensitive. I'll keep her off you for a while. She's okay with being friends, but she just wants to be a part of your life again. Give her a minute to talk with you if you can; she came all the way out here..."


~A.N. THEATRICALITY has arrived. Why have a typical masquerade when you can attend a party dedicated to the wildness and weirdness of Lady Gaga?!