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Chapter 2 – "K-dar"

Rachel confidently strode into school, working her man-tailored vest, crisp white shirt and—oh jeez, a yellow and pink paisley clip-on tie. Fortunately for her, she was stopped dead in her tracks by the fashion police.

Kurt had just returned to McKinley high, and not a moment too soon. One look at Rachel had him rolling his eyes and clucking his tongue. A moment's hesitation suggested he was willing to let her stew in her wardrobe disaster, but there was something about the purposeful glint in Rachel's star-studded eye that told him there was a serious plan underfoot. And Kurt figured he was the first line of defense to stop her from whatever misguided action she was about to take.

"Come with me if you want to live," he said as he grabbed her forcibly by the arm and yanked her into the bathroom.

"What are you doing, Kurt? This is the girl's room," she pointed out. "No boys allowed."

"Between the two of us, Rachel, I think you're the one who doesn't belong in here. What's with the psychedelic man-suit, and what are you up to?"

"Who says I'm up to anything?" she replied coyly.

Kurt sighed. With Rachel it was never easy. "Just tell me who you're targeting."

He waited what felt like an eternity while Rachel planted her square heels firmly on top of some wet toilet paper, and remained silent.

"Okay fine, don't tell me. But so help me, if it's Mercedes…"

"It's not Mercedes."

"Then whose solo are you jacking this time?"

Rachel tried to escape, for all the good it did her. What Kurt lacked in bulk, he made up for in quickness. Before she could dart to the door, he was already there, blocking her exit. "Is it Quinn?"

Clearly exasperated, she wrestled with her tight collar, as she tried to take a fortifying breath. "How do guys wear these suffocating things?" she mumbled.

"I really wouldn't know," he replied, deadpan. "But I do know you're not leaving till I find out who you're scheming against."

"Look, Kurt, I'm not admitting to you that I'm up to anything, but if I were, who says it's about a song. Maybe I'm dressed like this because I thought a certain someone might like it."

"Oh come on, Rachel, you don't actually think you're going to hook Finn in a getup like that."

Rachel turned her head away, a sure sign he'd hit the bulls eye.

Kurt shook his head. "It's no use, I happen to know for a fact that Finn is really into Kara right now, and even if he weren't, his tastes run toward cheerleaders not Victor Victoria."

"Don't you think I know that? But since I refuse to join the cheerleading squad on moral feminists grounds, I thought I'd find another surefire way to get Finn back. I'm going to make him jealous."

"Okay, Rachel, I think I need a GPS to find my way through this crazy maze of a plan. How is dressing like Madonna on crack going to make Finn jealous?"

Could he really be this dim? she briefly wondered. "I'm not dressing for Finn, it's Puck I want to attract."

This wasn't registering at all. And then suddenly the bathroom door flew open, hitting Kurt on the back of the head, just hard enough to make him finally see the light of day.

"I get it! You want Puck to be interested in you to make Finn jealous," he whispered, so the others who just entered wouldn't overhear.

"Yes," she whispered back. "So now you know everything and you agree this is a good plan, don't you?"

"Yes and no. The suit is actually a very inspired idea. Puck loves a sexy girl who can test the boundaries. The only problem is, you don't look sexy."

"I don't?" she pouted.

"Well, maybe now you do. My advice is, keep the pout and lose the tie."

Rachel actually found herself very grateful to Kurt. Truth was, she needed all the help she could get, and Kurt was not only a fashionista, but a pretty good observer of human psychology. "So now you think this will work?" she asked, as she ripped off her tie and handed it to him.

Kurt handled it gingerly, like it was some sort of toxic waste, and flushed it down the toilet. He then instructed her to unbutton several of her buttons that led down to her black vest and stood back to observe the full affect. "I think not only is this a great plan, Rachel, but I think it has infinite possibilities."

Rachel sauntered out of the girl's bathroom feeling radiantly confident and happy for the first time in months. If only she had realized she was trailing toilet paper behind her.

As for Kurt, he was still lingering in the girl's bathroom, and he might've stayed longer, if it weren't for the evil stares and verbal smackdowns he was receiving from some of the girls who were in there, bathing themselves in sweet perfume and applying makeup. Kurt had always felt more comfortable in a ladies room, than anywhere else on earth. As a young toddler, he had wonderful memories of his mom taking him in tow to some of the nicest bathrooms in town.

"See ya around ladies," he smiled on his way out. These days, Kurt had much to smile about. He was back where he belonged, but with a new attitude this time, and a new boyfriend. Because he was so wonderfully happy, he wanted everyone else around him to be happy too. And that included Rachel—for some odd reason.

He had said that her plan had infinite possibilities, and that was true. But he hadn't meant it in the way she'd thought or hoped for. Kurt didn't see any sort of real future with Rachel and Finn. But, he did see the possibilities of a Rachel and Puck hookup. He always thought those two had an inexplicable chemistry that just required some kindling to ignite a bonfire. Kurt was sure of it, and he always had this way of knowing what worked with what. It wasn't Gaydar, exactly. It was his own unique K-dar system.