"But what kind of kiss?" Rachel demanded.
Kurt could only shrug and sigh blissfully. "A perfect one," he breathed, letting himself fall sideways onto Mercedes.
Of course, Kurt had invited his girlfriends over for an emergency sleepover. They were all sitting on Kurt's bed in pyjamas. There was an empty pizza box in the bin again and they were holding mugs of cocoa. For the past hour, Kurt had been reminiscing about his kiss with Blaine, with appropriate hand-flapping gestures and sighs.
"But then Blaine acted completely normal?" confirmed Mercedes.
Kurt sat back up. "Yeah," he said, fiddling with his fingernails. "So, was it actually anything? Cos, you'd think, that if he thought it was, he'd act like it."
Rachel "hmm"ed importantly, tapping her chin. "Did you make it obvious to him that you thought it was something?"
Kurt thought for a moment, and frowned. "I – I guess not..."
Mercedes patted Kurt supportively on the shoulder. "So he was probably doing the same thing, trying to suss you out."
"I was going to day that he was probably just trying to be gentlemanly by kissing you, and stop the two of you getting bad luck."
"Jeez, thanks, Rachel. Way to kill my buzz," Kurt huffed.
Rachel held up her hands defensively. "Hey, you asked for my advice. I gave it."
Mercedes rubbed circles on Kurt's back while he sat with his head in his hands dejectedly. "So, what should I do?" he whined.
Mercedes and Rachel looked to each other blankly, both lost for suggestions.
Kurt glanced up and groaned. "Well, if Rachel can't come up with something, I'm doomed!"
Rachel shot a glare at Kurt, but caved quickly and moved around to sit next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Maybe we're all just fated to be tragic spinsters," Kurt suggested woefully. The girls "mmm"ed in agreement, and the three of them sighed collectively.
After a moment, Mercedes sat up straight. "No, no, no," she said. "We're not gonna just sit here and be sad. We're gonna forget about boys and forget about school and we're gonna think about Christmas and friends and having fun."
Kurt looked up reluctantly. "But I'm wallowing," he whinged.
"Well, stop it, Hummel!" Mercedes cried. She pulled out her phone, selected something and put it down on the bed. Kurt couldn't help smiling when he heard the music start.
I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night.
Kurt rolled his eyes and came in with the next part.
I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night.
Surprisingly, Rachel seemed willing just to "ooh" and harmonise.
Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I've got my money
Let's spend it up
Go out and smash it
Like oh my god
Jump off that sofa
Let's get – get off
They were bopping now, with Kurt and Mercedes swaying hand-in-hand and laughing. Rachel was shimmying happily, perched on the bed.
Cos I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night.
Here we come
Here we go
We've gotta rock
Easy come
Easy go
Now we're on top
Feel the shot
Body rock
Rock it, don't stop
Round and round
Up and down
Around the clock
Cos I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night.
The song ended with Rachel's "ooh" and the three of them beamed at each other.
"Okay, forgetting about boys and school," Kurt said, caving.
"Thank you!" Mercedes grinned. "Now, can we please go and watch a musical?"
"Ooh, I'm always up for 'Moulin Rouge'," Rachel said hopefully.
Kurt sighed. "Alright, fine," he smiled. "But, Rachel, you're forbidden to sing along."