Quinn
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I knew that this was going to be hard to win. I mean, we were against Rachel Berry for crying out loud. The girl with a big nose and an even bigger ego. Kurt cooperated with my unnecessary methods, working his ass off. But I could just tell that he was not made for this kind of exertion. Yes, I was gonna go to the movies with him. Yes, I am praying to Jesus for none of our classmates to be there. Yes, it will be a chick-flick. But I know Kurt would want to see one anyway.
"I don't know…" Kurt said the next day when I asked him, "It's like questioning my manhood."
"What manhood?" I laughed. He did too, chuckling as he shook his head. He pulled out a blue sweater and a Spanish textbook from his locker. I leaned against the one beside his.
"Fine, but I'm paying for the tickets." He said.
"No." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, double-checking for no one to see,
"No." I repeated, "I'm paying. You're coming."
He seemed to be fidgeting, glancing around again and again. I took his hand, "Come on."
Kurt glanced around again nervously. He nodded reluctantly. "Fine."
I smiled, victorious.
"Mercedes is here," he murmured, dropping my hand, "See you later."