So, on this particular Friday, Dalton had let out early for an impromptu Warbler performance. Now that was over, and Blaine was utterly bored.
But, since on a daily basis Blaine thought about Kurt, it really wasn't surprising that his thoughts went there in his boredom. He had a few hours to kill, why not drive the two hour drive to McKinley to buy their prom tickets?
And so, he got in his car and headed in that direction.
"Can I talk to you Kurt?" Sam caught up to him after glee. He looked surprisingly nervous, and Kurt nodded.
"Sure." he voiced. Sam nodded, glancing at the busy glee club, before grabbing Kurt's arm and pulling him out of the room. He dragged him to an abandoned class room.
When the door was firmly shut behind them, Sam released him, and then took a deep breath, dragging a hand through his hair. Kurt tilted his head.
"You know, this is looking eerily similar to when Santana told me she was a lesbian." he commented. Sam froze, stopping the pacing in front of him and turning to him with wide, panicked eyes.
"I like girls..." Sam mumbled.
"But...?" Kurt gave him a look that clearly showed he knew what Sam was thinking.
"I was...curious, and I kind of...decided to experiment with...someone...and...one thing led to another...and we had sex."
To say that Kurt was stunned would be an understatement. If he had a drink in his mouth at the time Sam had said this, it would now be all over Sam.
"You what?" he managed after a few seconds of gaping like a fish.
"Hadsex, and we're kindasortadating." Sam blurted. Kurt took a few seconds to calm himself.
"Okay and why did you tell me this?" Kurt managed. Who knew him telling Blaine his assumption that he was like a gay fairy godfather was going to end up coming true?
"I want to take him to the prom." Sam explained.
"So, that means you should talk to him about this, not me." Kurt nodded, looking at him as if he was stupid.
"I would but he is in the closet, and besides he's...he's" Sam looked like he was about to say a name, but then his face broke and he attempted to finish his sentence another way. "He's...in the closet." he repeated. Kurt nodded sagely.
"I'm almost 90% certain you mean to say 'He's Karofsky'." he guessed. Sam's mouth dropped open in shock.
"W-what? Dude, that would be like betraying you! I would never do that!" Sam objected feebly. Kurt tilted his head.
"Interesting how you said it would be like betraying me, but you made no comment on the fact that Karofsky is rumored to be straight." Kurt pointed out smugly, glancing at his nails.
"I-I'm-" Sam sighed, "I'm sorry dude. But how did you know?" he asked.
"That Karofsky was gay? Remember a few months ago when he threatened to kill me?" Kurt commented calmly. Sam's face turned stormy.
"Yeah, I told him not to do that." Sam shook his head, but I wasn't dating him back then, obviously, I was with Quinn." Sam nodded. "I'm bisexual." Sam clarified, in case he hadn't already got that. Kurt rolled his eyes, but didn't comment on the use of 'bisexual'.
"Yes, well I'd imagine he wasn't being truthful about who he was, gay, because he threatened to kill me if I told anyone he had kissed me." Kurt explained. Sam's eyes widened.
"Oh..." he shook his head, "I'll talk to him about that later." he made a mental note for himself, "But what do you think I should do to get Dave to go to the prom with me?" Sam asked.
"You are aware that in order to go to the prom together, both you and...Dave would have to come out, to the entire school." Kurt just checked to make sure he knew that.
The shock on Sam's face proved that he had not, in fact, known about this. Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Do you still want to go the prom with him?" Kurt asked in exasperation. Sam hesitated.
"I don't know..." Sam mumbled. "I'm sorry." Kurt held his hands up.
"It's fine." Kurt insisted, "Talk to him about it, whether you two want to come out, go to prom. And if you don't, then figure out what you are going to do. Go dateless? Use someone?" Kurt shrugged. "I don't care."
"Thanks Kurt." Sam nodded, and then smiled, "I really admire you and Blaine, Kurt. You two are doing something amazing here." he clapped him on the shoulder.
"The only thing I'm doing is going to prom with someone I love." Kurt stated, completely blasé. Sam shook his head, smiling in a way that made Kurt embarrassed. "What? I am!" Kurt whined.
"Ok." Sam agreed, clapping him on the shoulder again. As the exited the class room, they came face to face with Santana. The usually unfriendly Latina smiled warmly at them. Sam's eyes widened.
"Uh, did you-" Sam started.
"It's okay. Believe it or not, I'm not Rachel, I can hold in some gossip. Even juicy Sam's boyfriend gossip." she winked, and threaded her arm through Kurt's tugging Jim away. Kurt raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"I helped you now. You already know what to do. You don't need me anymore, what are you doing?" Kurt asked. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Listen to me Hummel, Kurt," she corrected herself, "You did me a great favor. I told you my biggest secret. As of right now, you're my closet confident." Santana chuckled. "I don't have a real girl best friend. Brittany's my crush, and, for some reason," she rolled her eyes, "other girls don't like me." she shrugged, "So, you are now my best girlfriend. Or at least as close as it's going to get." Santana nodded, "And you should know, I protect my friends, if anything or anyone gives you any crap about the prom, you come to me." she winked, "I'll scratch their eyes out." Kurt tilted his head and laughed lightly.
"Well then, I'm happy to have you." he nodded. "And, as my new girlfriend, that means you are coming over my house tonight. Friday Night Sleepovers! They happen, you guessed it, every Friday. Me, you, Rachel, and Mercedes." Kurt smirked as Santana's nose crinkled in disgust.
"Does-"
"Yes, Rachel has to come." Kurt cut her off, already knowing her question. He unweaved their arms, bumping his hip against hers before walking ahead. "See you tonight, four, don't eat dinner and bring your own ice cream." Kurt called over his shoulder.
"Does Santana have to come?" Rachel whined. She, Mercedes, and Kurt usually left right after school to go the Kurt's home.
"Unless my Dad has some problem with it, then yes, she has to." Kurt stated sternly, "And you two will be nice." he demanded. Mercedes scoffed.
"Boo, it's not me you have to worry about. I'm okay with Santana, remember, we did our duet together?" Mercedes reminded him.
"Okay, then Rachel, be nice." Kurt revised his demand. Rachel rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breath. They entered the Hummel household, being greeted by Carole in the kitchen.
"Hello Kurt, hello girls." she called when she heard them come in.
"Hello Carole." all three chimed in sync.
"Carole, is it okay if I invite someone else to stay over?" Kurt asked.
"Of course, who?" Carole asked.
"Santana, another friend of mine." Kurt explained, "Thanks Carole!" he called as he started towards his room, being flanked by Mercedes and Rachel. He clapped. "Now girls, it's set up time." And in little to no time, they had transformed Kurt's bed room into the ultimate slumber party room. Air mattresses were blown up, radio set up, TV turned on, everything for an important sleep over, except for food.
"We really need to get a karaoke machine or something. Singing to the radio is fine, but still…" Mercedes shook her head. Rachel shrugged.
"My dads wouldn't let me bring my karaoke machine." She explained. Kurt snorted.
"I can't imagine why! Didn't that thing cost like two hundred dollars or something?" Kurt held his hand up as she started to answer, "Don't know, don't care." He sang.
"Yeah well, who needs the fancy one, bitches!" Santana appeared in the doorway, showing off her own karaoke set.
"All right!" Mercedes leapt up to grab it from her, "Dinner is going to be soon, but after that, let's get this party started!" Santana nodded her consent, dropping her bag down next to the other three.
"I hope you brought ice cream." Kurt whispered to her, "Mercie and Anthony just broke up, it's going to be a long night." Kurt shared.
"You told me to bring my favorite." Santana grabbed a plastic bag, revealing mint chocolate chip.
"Dinner's ready." Carole called up to them, and off they went.
Dinner was…interesting. Kurt literally had to sit between Rachel and Santana so they didn't claw each other's eyes out, while Finn sat across from them awkwardly. After all, he was sitting at a table with his ex-girlfriend and the girl he lost his virginity to (which, ouch, major blow to self-confidence much? She has sex with him and suddenly becomes a lesbian?).
In a momentary lull of conversation, Mercedes chimed in, "So Mr. H, what do you think of Kurt and Blaine going to the prom together?" Kurt glanced to his Dad for a reaction. Oh crap…
"What?" Burt grumbled, while Carole next to him looked absolutely gleeful. "Kurt, not to rain on your parade, but are you sure this is a smart idea?" he asked. Kurt opened his mouth to defend his decision for the hundredth time, but was cut off.
"Mr. Hummel, no disrespect meant here, but I'm sure Kurt has thought about this through and through. Both he and Blaine are strong and even if they need help, they have the entire glee club, and Finn backing them. Right Finn?" Santana glanced warningly to Finn, and the tall teen seemed to understand.
"Uh, yeah, definitely." Finn bobbed his head up and down, "I won't let anything happen." He stated with more conviction.
"Thank you Finn." Kurt smiled at the boy who had become his older brother, "I'm sure you'll get Blaine's thanks too."
As if on que, Kurt's phone started buzzing. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That's weird, it was Blaine and he usually knew not to call on sleepover nights.
"Oh, um, I guess I should take this. Blaine wouldn't call on a Friday night unless he knew it was important." Kurt stood, dropping his napkin on the table and answering his phone.
"Hello?" he asked, leaning against the threshold of the kitchen door.
"Hey Kurt." His boyfriend sounded tired and worn. "I…huh…"
"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt asked, worry seeping in to his tone. He glanced backwards as a hand clasped onto his shoulder. Santana.
"Kurt, today I went to McKinley, and as I was going to buy our prom tickets, your Principal came up to me…" Blaine's voice broke. "According to him, and the students selling the tickets…."
"We can't go to prom together."
R&R. And so the conflict is introduced...