Episode 7, Episode 1:

Quinn wanted to forget all about her awful weekend. She hadn't talked to Sam thinking it was the best way to get through to him, but the silent treatment should have worked by now. It was now Monday, and he hadn't called her once. Quinn almost picked up her phone to call him first, but she talked herself out of it. This was a game she wanted to win.

Walking up the steps to her school, she tried to make it less obvious that she was looking for him. In her search, she got distracted enough for Puck to sneak up on her, and she forgot she wasn't talking to him either.

"Puck! You're such an idiot. What do you want?" she smacked his arm.

"Who are you looking for?" he looked in the direction she was searching the crowd.

"Not you," she shot back icily. That's when she remembered. Quinn looked far away.

"You can't ignore me here. We should talk about that kiss."

"That's farthest thing from my mind, Puck. We're not talking. It didn't happen, and if you tell Sam, I'll deny every word you say, and you know who he'll believe? ME."

"I'm not telling Sam," he said angrily. "He's got enough on his mind. I want to talk about us," Puck's voice turned softer and caught Quinn's attention.

"There is no us. What happened was an accident caused by alcohol and poor judgment, and you taking advantage of me," Quinn's mouth held its tight line. She always liked to be in control of the situation.

"Who kissed who? 'Cause the way I remember it—"

"You don't remember. You don't know anything! Got it?" she turned away from him again, and this time Puck tugged her back to look at him.

"Come with me after school."

"What?!" Quinn yanked away, causing a scene that some people looked to see.

"Quiet," he shushed. "There's an investment deal I'm looking into. Look I trust your opinion… I won't mention it again if you come," he threw in as an added bonus. She didn't have a better option.

"Fine, whatever," she thanked God the school bell rang.


Blaine had a smile on his face since he woke up that morning. He had to ask himself if 'Lonely Boy' was the wrong nickname because he wasn't lonely anymore. He'd gotten the boy of his dreams. Kurt was an avid text-er, which meant that they hadn't gone two hours without texting all weekend, and the two hours were spent sleeping from three to five in the morning. He liked making Kurt laugh, and he liked the smart remarks that Kurt sent back. When he woke up Monday morning, he couldn't be happier. After tightening his bowtie, he heard his phone ringing and FaceTime-d through breakfast even though nothing truly important happened since they last texted an hour ago.

Burt yelled goodbye just as Blaine got to the door, and he was sucked out of his conversation with Kurt to say goodbye. He realized then he probably hadn't even said good morning, but Burt let it slide and waved him out the door.

When Blaine got out of the train and off the bus, he called Kurt.

"Hey, I'm walking up the block now. Are you around?"

"I'm in front of the school," Kurt replied.

Blaine spun around with his phone to his ear, but he didn't see him.

"Are you sure because I just got here and—whoa!"

Kurt popped up behind him.

"Easily frightened? Beware I may use that against you," he smirked, and Blaine was swept up in this honeymoon phase of love where his joy cascaded around him like Disney's Paradise Falls. If there hadn't been so many people around, he would have kissed his luscious lips, but he knew how Kurt felt about PDA.

It made him whimper, "I want to kiss you right now."

The taller boy saw Quinn get out of her car.

"Follow me then," Kurt said going into the car before it pulled away. He left the door open for Blaine who nervously entered. "Hey Brad, think you can give us a minute," he said, and the driver stepped out of the car. "Voila! Now what was it you were saying a minute ago?"

Blaine went against his better judgment and pushed Kurt back onto the seat, but it only lasted a few seconds before they flipped, and Kurt was calling the shots. Blaine loved every minute of it though he knew they only had minutes before the school bell would ring. He pressed his nose to his hair as Kurt kissed his neck. The shorter boy couldn't help whining. Kurt smiled one moment, before he swiftly pulled away, caught up in thought.

"I need to tell you something," Kurt said urgently, and Blaine shifted his weight on his elbows so he could sit up a little.

"If it's about you not being a virgin, I'm okay with that. I am, so just go easy on me."

"No, um, Blaine, that's not what I was going to say. I don't think right now is the time or place for that. Really, I just wanted to say the truth… I-I am a virgin," he rushed in a breath, and suddenly, the whole game changed.

"I'm a little confused," Blaine cocked his head trying to do the math; it didn't make sense.

"Everyone thinks I am this crazy party guy who slept with everyone, but it's just talk. I've been with some people, yes, but it's been quick hand jobs, and I've never even had a boyfriend before so I wouldn't call it… 'intimacy.'"

"You surprise me, you know? You're secretly this super romantic. We could be like Lucy and Ricky," he mushed his nose into Kurt's neck again.

"I've thrown myself around in the past—it was the alcohol honestly. I've made some bad decisions. I'm a sloppy drunk, and it's awful, but I don't want to screw up with you."

"You won't," Blaine said holding Kurt's chin so he could make sure their eyes met as he spoke. "Because I want us to both be ready so it can be perfect and exactly right for us. How does that sound to you?"

"Yes," he nodded his head, and Blaine kissed him just as the bell sounded throughout the car. "I think that's for us," he said and was kissed again passionately before he could think.

When they got of the car, they looked a little trashed. Someone took a picture and had it posted before lunch.

Spotted: Kurt and not-so Lonely Boy clearly past courtship in the courtyard.


Sam had a rough morning with his mother. She kept handing him different booklets of rehab clinics out-of-state for 3-4 months that he could go to. He only had about two minutes to talk this out with his dad, who simply told him that he would take charge of clearing everything up with his mother. Sam didn't really believe him, but he could hope that he'd find out more at dinner. In between his family drama, he had drama with Kurt.

He shouldn't have drunkenly spilled his guts at the party. If he had kept it together, he might not have made as great an ass of himself and had the courage to call Quinn. He knew she was giving him the silent treatment. He'd have to be completely dumb not to, but he didn't know what to do until he saw Kurt. He probably didn't tell Quinn what he'd told him, but that didn't mean that she didn't suspect something. She could be scary observant in a way Sam just wasn't.

When Kurt got out of fifth period, he chased him on his walk to sixth period English.

"Sam! What do you want?"

"I want to apologize. I came on really strong at the party. I'm really sorry about that."

"You almost ruined my night with Blaine, and you definitely ruined Quinn's night. Don't you know when to give up? I told you a hundred times now. Please just listen and learn. You'll be happier with Quinn than you'll ever be with me, and I don't want us to be a thing."

"I'm learning that, but I can be a little hardheaded. I like having you around so it's hard for me to separate my friend feelings and my more-than-friend feelings."

"Sam, we'll always be friends, but I can't have you secretly confess your love anymore. I'm really crazy about Blaine, and I don't want to keep secrets from him, especially when there is no reason to. Just let me go, love Quinn, and keep me out of it." Kurt made it out of there like a bat out of hell without a backward glance. If he showed any more kindness and compassion, who knows what it would cost him?


Even with other things on her mind, Quinn needed to assert herself and make it clear she was still in charge. Some days she went after her lesser minions, but once she saw Rachel's face, her anger from the previous night was reignited. The balance between them was severely displaced.

"I don't know what game you were playing coming to Theatricality this weekend, but let's just be clear: that is never happening again," she spoke quietly and deadly. Rachel, who had been pulling up her white knee-socks, looked up in shock. "If I tell you you can't come, then you can't come. There's no excuse that you were someone else's date. I will invite you to the places you belong. If you want to be friends, you have to follow the rules, and Rule Number O is don't piss off the girl in charge when your fate's in the balance. I'm going easy on you because you're my friend's boyfriend's sister, but if you play me again, I will cut you off from all communication and Gossip Girl will name you the new Upper East Side punching bag!"

"I'm sorry Quinn.," she apologized, tears brimming.

Rachel Berry's rise to the penthouse has been short and sweet, but if she crosses Quinn Fabray, it's straight back to the basement. Looks like this little lamb needs to stay silent or else.

Rachel was never above groveling as long as she got forgiveness afterward. She perfected her pity cry a long time ago. She knew Quinn would be angry, but she also knew she had an advantage. Only she knew what happened in the bathroom at Theatricality. She didn't know if she would use it, but it was 'Topple-the-Queen-Worthy'. She'd sworn Finn to secrecy because he was seconds from running after Sam and knocking him out for attacking his brother the way he did, but Rachel was much craftier than that.

"I'm glad we've reached that understanding," Quinn grinned intensely.


The best parts of the day were the classes Kurt and Blaine had together, which were few and far between because Kurt wasn't up to speed with the class material, and Blaine was ahead in practically everything. When Kurt couldn't see him, he usually had Quinn around to talk to. After the post from the morning went viral, she knew something serious was happening between them that she needed to talk to him about.

"Were you guys seriously making out in my car? That's so trashy."

"Like you've never made out in a semi-public place."

"I know you. You're never that obvious about a guy you're with. It's all hush-hush and lasts five minutes. With him, you're different."

"Can't a guy have fun with a guy he really likes? Is it a bad thing?"

"You want to show him off or the fact that you're in a relationship?"

"Both I guess, but mostly he just makes me happy, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"There's not. I like that you're happy. At least one of us is right now…"

"Quinn, I—," Kurt didn't think he would say it, but for a moment, the idea sprouted in his head of the complete honesty promise they made to each other. It wasn't the right time though. She would be devastated, and he hated when she was like that.

"No," she raised a hand. "I won't drag you down. Tell me about you. Are you guys I don't know—taking steps in a more serious direction?"

"One day. With him. It doesn't seem so daunting, you know? We can take it slow and wait for the right time. I've never done it before because I've never trusted anyone enough, but Blaine is special."


Puck didn't often visit his father because for the most part, his dad was a total douche. He didn't care for him. With him, it was business all the time. They agreed not to spend any extra father-son time together than was strictly necessary. Still, Puck had a great idea, and he thought for once his father would have his back.

One thing Puck loved and Manhattan didn't have enough wasn't bars, but 1980s-style foam parties. He went to one a week ago, and it actually seemed like something he could invest in. He had someone do most of the figures, but it was his idea, and he would bring it to his father. Puck knew the exact spot he wanted to buy was in danger of being sold to the highest bidder and taken down within a month. In that case, his restoration was a much better option.

Puck called his dad to see it, calling his secretary on the hour to remind his father where to be at three. Sometime after the twelfth call, thirty minutes after three, the secretary called back to tell him that something had come up. Puck knew what this was code for, but he couldn't believe his father would really shoot him down without ever listening to what he had to say.


Blaine left school early with a new date idea, but the ideas that sprouted in his mind were quickly drifting from the dapper thoughts Kurt teased his always were. He'd never considered having sex with someone from high school because he never had anyone interested in him. Suddenly, his sexuality was blooming, and it was hard to think, especially with his father yelling at his mom over the phone in the other room.

Blaine needed a glass of water, or a cold shower, or both. He didn't want to talk to his mom, but he went into the kitchen, bracing himself for war in the living rooms, miles away from each other. Burt wanted to throw something but held back at the sight of his son. Within seconds, Blaine was in and out trying not to think about his mom never coming back. She was a free spirit who'd been held down for seventeen years and felt she'd done her duty so it was as good a time as any to bail out. Blaine was glad that Rachel hadn't come home yet. His sister was crazy about her mom and the feminine bond. Their mom didn't want to live with them, and he stopped caring. She should have left a long time ago, rather than lead them on when she didn't care about being their mother.


When Quinn got home from school, her mother couldn't wait to tell her the good news. Judy never got that excited talking to her daughter unless it had something to do with her company, but today, the good thing was Quinn's doing so she got all the praise and attention.

"I don't understand. Why are we celebrating?" Quinn said after Judy hugged her tightly, kissed both her cheeks, and then, passed her a flute of champagne.

"Because I was talking to April yesterday, and she couldn't help bringing up more than once how serious Sam feels about you. She might have even shown off the family diamond, passed down from her great-grandmother."

"You mean THE diamond?" Quinn's tongue felt heavy.

"The engagement ring, yes! You better pay attention, darling. That boy is crazy about you. I always knew he was good for you. Not all that bright, but that makes it so much easier. He'll never be a doctor, but he's a great catch, hmm?" she sipped her glass of wine, winked and smiled.

Suddenly, Quinn felt more hopeful than she had all week, but in the same moment, her joy fell as the reason her mother was pleased didn't have to do with her; it was about Sam.


~A.N. Obviously, the Klaine make-out scene was inspired by the car scene in the "I Do" episode in Season 4!