"Get up Hummel! You're not going to let some jackass who ruined your car bring you down, right?" Santana sneered at Kurt who was sprawled across his bed, dried tear streaks prominent on his face.

"The only jackass around here at the moment is me." he moaned. Brittany skipped over to him, which caused Kurt to forget his own trouble for a moment. Long enough to cast a smirking look at Santana that made her blush and glare at him slightly, before Brittany slipped into bed with him. Santana sighed, before moving to his other side.

"You're not a jackass. People who are jackasses are people like Puck. He's mean in a nice way, but you're nice in a mean way." Brittany explained earnestly.

"Thank you Brittany. But today I was just mean in a mean way." Kurt sighed, "I broke up with Blaine." Santana scrambled to stay on the bed after she almost fell off it in shock.

"Why? I thought you loved him." Brittany was much more collected than Santana.

"I do. I just acted irrationally." Kurt grumbled. Brittany tilted her head. "I just acted that way because I was angry." he clarified.

"Well, you're not angry now, are you?" Brittany asked, causing his to shake his head. "Then go talk to him! He'll forgive you because he loves you! After all, I forgave Santana when she was mean to me because I love her, just like Blaine loves you dolphin." Brittany exclaimed.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Kurt slipped between them and off the bed.

"Don't screw up this time!" Santana teased after him. And in true Kurt fashion...

He flipped her the bird and continued on his way.

Sam rolled away from Dave, running one hand through his sweaty hair. He grinned goofily.

"Nice." he nodded. Dave rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, you too." he sighed. Sam paused, leaning up and making the covers fall of his bare chest.

"I was thinking..." he bit his lip and Dave gestured for him to continue. "And, well, now everyone knows that we're together and you're gay, so...you know what, never mind." Sam laughed lightly, "It was stupid." he explained at Dave's questioning glance. Dave narrowed his eyes, watching his boyfriend. Although they had only been dating for four, four and half months, he had decided that he could decode Sam rather well. He sighed again, but smiled softly.

"Hey Sammie, wanna go to the prom with me, baby?" Dave asked, but then probably realized that his boyfriend, who although he would never admit, was a hopeless romantic, and probably wouldn't be too happy that he had asked him to the prom post-sex. Sam's shocked face snapped to face him, before breaking out into the grin. He threw himself back at Dave, rolling them off the bed in the progress. They both let out a strangled oof, Dave more than Sam considering he took most of his boyfriend's weight on the fall down, but that didn't matter, because Sam was kissing him now.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Sam chanted against his lips, "Now," he smirked sexily, "We're teenagers, we have an insatiable sex drive, right?" Dave grunted his agreement, using all his strength to pick Sam up and toss him back onto his bed before following quickly after him.

Wes and David eyed each other warily, silently warring over which one of them was going to ask what was wrong to Blaine. He shuffled around their room doing meager things, eyes blank and shoulders stiff. David sighed.

"What's going on man?" he finally asked. "Does it have something to do with the prom?"

Wrong question.

Blaine spun around, tossing the book he was holding aside carelessly, almost knocking over a lamp in the process. Wes leaned forward to grab it.

"Nope. Nothing is wrong with the prom, because I'm not going." Blaine nodded, leaning closer to them as if sharing a great secret, "Yup, because I no longer have a boyfriend to go with."

Wes dropped the lamp he was holding, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk. Miraculously, it didn't break. David grabbed a chair to balance myself, nearly falling over in the process.

"Say what?" David managed weakly.

"Yeah, apparently-" frantic knocking cut Blaine off from whatever he was about to say.

"Blaine, please let me in! I need to talk to you!" Kurt's voice came into the room through the door. Blaine's eyes widened and he feverently shook his head.

"I'm not here!" he whispered before diving under a bed, "Please get him to leave, don't tell him I'm here. I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'll explain what happened later, just please don't tell him I'm here!" Blaine begged. Wes and David locked eyes, silently in agreement. Blaine was their best friend and he needed this...

So they went to tell Kurt that he wasn't here.

R & R. BTW, Karovans was on the show! Dave checked out Sam's butt! WOOO!