So this started out as a one-shot. Then it became a two-shot. Now, I decided I'm going all out with this story - I mean full on chaos.

Strap on your fishnets, here we go.

"So, it goes like this," I touched my fingertips to Quinn's. "Then we slide up, that's right, and touch elbows, then cackle."

"Alright..." she said, looking extremely puzzled. "Whatever you say."

"Then... well," I paused. "I'm supposed to bite your neck, and you keep cackling."

"Um..."

"Alright, you guys!" Mr. Schue called from the podium. "Great work for the day! Now go home and get some rest. Make sure to bring your scripts on Monday!"

"Thank God," I breathed.

"Same," Quinn said, chuckling. "No offense."

"Absolutely none taken."

I made my way back towards the bathroom, peeling off my costume as I went along. I pushed the door open and tossed the bald cap and extensions on the counter. Just as I was beginning to remove my makeup, Sam came strutting in, whistling "Science Fiction". He caught sight of me, and froze.

"You like that song?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the mirror.

"Yeah," he replied, laughing awkwardly. "I'm a sucker for sci-fi movies. I'm kind of obsessed, actually."

I smiled. "So have you seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

"Nah," he said, tossing his hair. "I mean, my parents are cool with Star Wars and Avatar and all that stuff, but I don't think they'd be too into alien transvestites who have lots of sex." He shrugged.

"Tell you what - why don't you come over to my house tonight and we'll watch it?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Shit.

"Sure, that sounds awesome," he said, smiling. My heart swelled.

"I'll invite Quinn too, she's never seen it either," I added, trying to make up for the awkwardness of the original request. His face fell.

"Nah, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Right, you two would probably want to be alone."

"Haha, yeah." His eyes wandered the room awkwardly. "And it would also be great if you could help me run some scenes? You're a great actor, and I've never even picked up a script before. I could really use your help."

My stomach was flopping in all different directions. "Sure, I'd be honored to help. Although, we only have one scene together."

"That's okay," he said. "I'm pretty sure you could play every part in this show amazingly. And it'll make up for us not getting to sing together."

I smiled. "Sounds like a plan. How about you come over at around eight?"

"Great!"

And then it was silent. Once my makeup was off, the uncomfortable truth seemed to dawn on both of us - We both had to change out of our costumes. Sam stood uncomfortably in the corner, pretending to be looking in the mirror. I considered trying to change quickly before he looked back at me, but there was no hiding from the mirror. In the end, I decided that Sam was worse off in his costume than I was, and figured that if I took the back way and ran to my car, no one would see me dressed like this in public.

"I'll see you later, then," I said, heading out the door.

"See ya, Kurt." He waved, then disappeared behind the door.

The doorbell rung at precisely 7:58. The bowl of popcorn was on the coffee table, the VHS was in the player, everything was cleaned up, and my dad was at the hospital for a check-up. Rocky Horror was the one movie he never sat through with me - for a very good reason.

"Well, hello there," I said, opening the door for Sam and showing him in.

"Hey!" He looked around the room. "Nice house."

"Thank you," I replied, taking his Letterman's jacket and hanging it up. "Alright, everything's set up downstairs in my room."

"Your parent's home?" he asked, inching down the stairs.

"No, my dad has a doctor's appointment."

"What about your mom?"

Well, he was bound to ask sooner or later.

I sighed. "She died when I was eight."

"Oh," he said, sitting down next to me on the couch. "That sucks, man, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." I faked a smile. "Come on, let's watch this."

"Haha, right."

He patted my shoulder gently as I clicked play.

"This is the song you like?" I asked.

"Yeah. It mentions a lot of my favorite movies," he told me. "Who's lips are those?"

"Patricia Quinn's. She plays Magenta."

"Ohhh. And who's singing?"

"Richard O'Brien. He plays RiffRaff."

"That's who you play, right?"

"Yep."

"Are you singing it in our play?"

"Uh-huh."

"Cool. And who's doing the lips?"

"Puck."

He laughed. "Why? Shouldn't it be Quinn or Santana?"

"Ask Mr. Schue," I said. "Maybe he just has nicer lips than both of them?"

"Yeah, I guess he does."

I raised an eyebrow, confused. Did he just say that Puck has nicer lips than his own girlfriend? Maybe my original theory about him was right...

"Shh, it's starting," I whispered, trying to shove that idea out of my head as the scene changed to show the front of a church.

It was pretty quiet throughout "Dammit, Janet", besides his brief comment that he wanted to punch Janet in the face. I agreed. The silence continued during the Criminologist's scene, and the scene in the car. I kept risking glances up to his face to try and see how he was reacting. His eyes were wide, and he was half-smiling. I took it to be a good sign and relaxed a little.

"Is that you?" Sam asked when the camera panned to RiffRaff in the window of the castle.

"Yes, that's RiffRaff."

"Whoa... creepy," he said. "He's awesome."

"I agree."

As the familiar opening to "The Time Warp" started playing, I had an idea.

"Come on, stand up," I told him, standing myself. "You're gonna have to learn this anyway for the closing, so you might as well get a head start."

"Wait, what?"

"Just follow my lead," I said. "There's instructions in the song, anyway."

"I can't dance."

"Doesn't matter, it's easy."

He grinned. "Alright, fine."

"I remeeeember," I sang along with the movie. "Doin' the time warp! Drinking those moments when... the blackness would eeend me, and the void would be caaaalling - LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN! "

It's just a jump to the left,

Sam stumbled to the right as the same time as I jumped to the left. We laughed as we bumped into each other, and he quickly scooted back over to the left.

And then a step to the right!

He kicked his foot out clumsily, attempting to watch me and the TV at the same time.

Put your hands on your hips,

His hands flew to his hips, while mine circled gracefully around my head, then back down to my hips. He raised them slightly, then jerked them back down to his hips, confused.

Then it's the pelvic thrust, it really drives you insane!

His eyes bugged out as I bucked my hips back and forth, then awkwardly attempted to copy me.

Let's do the Time Warp again!

I jumped to face the back wall, then back to the TV. Sam just stopped and watched.

"It's so dreamy," I sang along, dancing around to the back of the couch. "Oh fantasy, free me! So you can't see me, no, not at all. In another dimension, with voyeuristic intentions -" I lay down on the couch, resting my chin on the armrest. "- Well secluded, I see all. With a bit of a mind-flip, you're into the time-slip, and nothing will ever be the same."

I stood, dancing a circle around Sam. "You're spaced out of sensation, like you're under sedation! LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!"

I ran to my hat stand quickly, grabbing my top hat and sitting cross-legged on the arm of the sofa.

"Well I was walkin' down the street, just a-havin' a think, when a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink! He shook me up, he took me by surprise, he had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes! He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again!"

I stood up, surprised to find Sam smiling widely and prepared for the dance again.

It's just a jump to the left,

And then a step to the right!

Put your hands on your hips

And bring your knees in tight!

Then it's the pelvic thrust,

It really drives you insane!

Let's do the Time Warp again!

This time, Sam got most of the moves right. He turned around and stared as I mimicked Columbia's tap dancing, twirling and "whee!"-ing, then falling on the stairs. He laughed, then helped me up as the last "Let's do the Time Warp again!" played in the movie. We fell back onto the couch just like the Transylvanians, laughing like little children.

"My God, Kurt," Sam said when we both caught our breath. "I swear, you are the most talented person I ever met."

I blushed, and tipped my top hat at him. "Why thank you, I know."

He laughed. "I'm serious. Your voice is... wow, incredible, and you are such a great dancer, and actor too. Remember us little people when you're famous."

"Psh," I snorted in mock confidence. "You flatter me."

"It's true," he continued. "You could do this entire show by yours-"

"Shhh! This is the best part!"

And then, as Tim Curry's cape flew off, Sam's jaw hit the floor.