Saturday: Days Until Prom: 21

Blaine really wasn't sure why he was dragged along to this. Why couldn't he have just stayed with Finn and Burt to watch the game? Or Wes and David for video games?

Oh, right, because he was stupid...And because on a normal basis he couldn't avoid saying yes to Kurt's puppy dog eyes, but add Brittany's similar eyes and he was screwed.

"We need to split up. We can't see each other's prom clothes!" Kurt declared, obviously completly healed from his life threatening encounter two days ago. He had some bandages, some makeup, and now he was ready for some retail relief. Blaine automatically drifted towards Brittany and away from Santana, but unfortunately...

"I want to be with my original dolphin!"

Shoot. Blaine had yet to decide if Santana was an evil hero, or a good villian.

Before he could do so though, she hooked his arm, dragging him away from the other two. He cast a look over his shoulder to Kurt, who (what a loving boyfriend) was laughing at his expense, and probably the look of trepidation on his face.

This was gonna be fun.

"God, all these dresses suck!" Santana declared. Blaine ducked to avoid her latest disaster as she threw it at his face, AGAIN. She glared at him as if it was his fault for the lack of good dresses in Lima, Ohio. "Aren't you supposed to be gay? And good at this? I have to revoke your gay card!" she decided, hands on her hips.

"Well, I started to help, but you told me to sit down because you could handle it." Blaine stood, walking pass her to the rack behind her. He pulled off a red dress and handed it to her.

"This looks horrible!" Santana decided, nose crinkling in disgust.

"On the rack." Blaine pointed out, "Just try it on, what's one more bad dress?" Santana sighed, but slipped into the changing room again. A few minutes later...

"Never mind. You got your gay card back."

"Brittany, are you sure this is the right dress?" Kurt attempted to stress the fact that a lime green dress was not very formal. Brittany bobbed her head up and down very eagerly.

"Totally. I'm gonna pair it with my red shoes, and if I can convince him to lend it to me, Lord Tubbington's top hat." her face lit up, "By the way! I totally want you and Blaine on Fondue for Two next weekend, I already got Santana and the other two boys to agree."

"That's fine with me." But the dress isn't. He would have pressed the issue more, but he had a feeling Santana would kill him if he did. She would want Brittany to have whatever dress she fanced, not to mention it was rather short, so Santana would like it even more. "Okay, the dress looks fine, but I get to do your make up." Kurt bargained.

"Of course, but no lipstick. Santana says that it's really annoying to wash out of her-"

"No lipstick!"

It was pointless. Blaine was having about as much luck as Santana had finding clothing. He frowned sullenly, holding up his hands, which were covered by the long sleeves of the tuxedo. She snickered.

"Well if you weren't so oddly proportioned." Santana shrugged. Blaine opened his mouth to defend himself, but she cut him off, "Nuh uh Hobbit, we gotta meet the other two in the food court in ten minutes. Go get changed." she commanded. He sullenly did as she asked, then left with her towards the food court.

"Sanny!" A blond-colored blur slammed into the girl's side as they got close. "I missed you! And I found a dress!"

"Really? How short is it?" Santana purred, as they started sucking face. Blaine rolled his eyes, turning in the direction Brittany had came from to find Kurt.

"I couldn't find anything." he shared, knowing that his boyfriend would be interested. Kurt nodded his agreement, hooking his arm and dragging him off towards the food stands.

"I agree, there is just nothing for the fashionable young man in Ohio." Kurt tsked, and Blaine nodded, pretending like that was the reason he couldn't find a tux, and not that he was too short.

"I never have that problem in Los Angeles. It's much better than any place in Ohio."

Blaine didn't recognize the guy that approached, but Kurt stiffened on his arm, uncomfortable, which made him feel like he had to get rid of this guy. He slipped his arm out of Kurt's.

"Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson. Who are you?" he questioned, holding his hand out for the man to shake, deciding to be polite before telling the man to back off. The man smirked, shaking his hand lightly before hoisting his head arrogantly in the air to look down at them both.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard of me." the man's smirk grew slightly wider at the glare Kurt got on his face, obviously snapping out of some shock he was in.

"Hello, I'm Jesse St. James."

R & R. P.S. Anyone who wants to beta this story for me, either just establish a DocX connection, or PM me and I'd be grateful. P.S.S. I have recently fallen back in love with St. Berry. That is all I'm gonna say. P.S.S. I FUCKING HATE FINN HUDSON! Or rather, lover!Finn, not brother!Finn, brother!Finn is pretty cool.