Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.

"Uh...Mike?"

Mike looked at Brittany from his gaze on the plate of chocolate chip cookies she had just baked for her family. The girl wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed, but she was surprisingly good at preparing food. "Yeah, sorry Britt. Cookies are just so good. So, we should probably work, right."

Brittany nodded. "Duet means like, two people, right?" She looked confused.

"Yeah, Britt," he said, trying to suppress his laughter which ended up sounding more like a cough.

"So, we should, like, do something, like, happy." She smiled. "Because I get, like, really sad when Kurt sings those depressing songs."

"What about a song from a movie, then? A happy movie, I mean," Mike suggested.

"Yeah! Where the boy and the girl are in love, just like us." She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "I get happy when people sing happy songs, so, I don't know, like, we could make people happy!"

Mike smiled. He really loved her. She was such a sweetie and always thought about other people. "So, then – uh, what's your favorite movie?"

"You know what?" Her face lit up. "I have the perfect song."

*~*~*

"Okay, Miss Diva, let's get this over with."

Kurt and Rachel were currently pacing on opposite sides of the Berry living room.

"Fine, Kurt. I say we go up to my bedroom and look at the wide selection of CDs I have, and choose a song from there," Rachel snapped.

Kurt snorted. "Your bedroom? Like I said before – it looks like where Strawberry Shortcake and Holly Hobby come to hook up, and I'd much rather not do anything in there. It's absolutely horrifying."

"May I remind you, Kurt, that you were the one who wanted to give me that makeover in the first place? And of course that was a disaster, just like everything else in my life," she muttered.

"Oh please, Little Miss Drama Queen. You have everything." It wasn't fair. Rachel did have everything, and she didn't deserve any of it. She had two parents who loved her (of course, neither of them had a mother, but other than that they had nothing in common. Well, the love of Broadway and the idolization of Kristen Chenoweth, but still.) She was a girl, so she could have Finn Hudson. Unlike me, me thought.

"Everything except what I want," she whimpered under her breath, but it was loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"Okay, Berry. And what is it you want that you don't have?" Stupid diva, he said to himself.

Rachel sighed deeply. "I want friends, Kurt. I want people who don't call me Man Hands, or tell me I have a horrible personality." She glared at him and he rolled his eyes. "I want Finn."

Kurt seemed to think for a moment, but he didn't let his guard down. Truth be told, he did kind of feel bad for how he treated Rachel, but he had a superior image to maintain, thank you very much. "But you can have Finn," is all he said.

"No I can't!" She yelled. "Stupid jerk is too afraid for his reputation to ever like me back. He never even apologized for the two, no wait, make that three times he broke my heart," she choked out. "By the way, the third time was your fault."

It hit Kurt then. Rachel just wanted someone who appreciated her. That was all she needed right now and it was the one thing she couldn't have. He understood what it felt like, not to have friends. But then he found glee club, and Mercedes and Tina and Artie, and they were his friends. Hell, he even found Brittany, and he could probably call the football players (minus Puck) his friends too. But Berry, no – people still didn't like her because she's such a loser. The only one who can put up with her is Finn, and he keeps building up her confidence and then tearing it down.

"Okay, Idina Menzel, let's just pick our duet, then."

Rachel looked up with her tear stained eyes. "Idina Menzel...Wicked...he hates me...Kurt?"

"Yeah, Rachel?"

"I've just found our song."

*~*~*

Tina's head was rested on Artie's pillow, and he was plucking guitar chords. Neither of them seemed very intent on working right now.

"Okay, work time," Artie finally spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence. Tina sighed. He can be way too focused sometimes.

"Come here," she gestured and pulled her laptop out of her knapsack. "Famous...duets..." she typed into the internet search. "Here! There's a list of like...every duet in history!" Tina flopped back onto the pillow. "How are we ever going to pick from all these?"

"I don't know," he sighed and pecked her on the lips. "Look, what do you want it to be about? Or, like, should it be a soundtrack, or pop song, or old song, or what?"

Tina thought for a minute. "Maybe an older song? They're better than all the crap people put out today."

"True, true," he said. "So should we do a love song or something...?" He asked shyly. "Or are people just going to harass us about it for the rest of our lives?"

She giggled. "Geez, Artie, of course they are. Hell, let's give them something to talk about, if they even care. It'll be easier to pick one then."

Artie nodded. "Yeah, pretty much every song ever written is about love. I think people should be more original, you know, right now, they just practically reuse the same lyrics all the time. And every song is about the same thing."

"Hence the reason we are choosing an older song," she helpfully pointed out.

"Right..." he laughed. "So...classic...duets..." he searched.

"Um, that's specific."

"Oh, please," he sighed. "Look at all the results I got."

"Whoa...I love all these songs. How are we going to choose?"

"First you start with having no songs, and now you have no idea which one you're going to choose of a million?" he chuckled.

"Yes, Artie," she replied and smacked him in the face with a pillow.

"Ow!" he yelled. "Okay, that's it." He proceeded to hit her back. And again. This continued for about five minutes until they were both breathless from laughing.

At the exact same time, Artie and Tina fell down on their pillows and sighed.

"You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?" Tina said as she rested her head on his chest.

"I know," he responded and he could feel her smiling even though he couldn't see her face.

"Um, Artie?"

"Yeah?"

"We have to find our duet from that list and I really don't feel like moving. I'm quite comfortable using you as a personal pillow."

"Screw the list." Artie smiled. "I have the perfect duet."

Aw! Aren't they just adorable? Any more guesses as to what the duets might be? I didn't give too many hints...but if you have an idea, just write it in a review!

Please review, it makes me smile.