I gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash.
Kurt rushed around in a frantic search for his keys. He was late for band rehearsal, well, what was left of it.
"What are you up to?" Blaine asked him.
"I'm mad," Kurt replied. He chucked a pillow at the couch when he didn't find his keys underneath it.
"What did the pillow do?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt glared at him. "Hilarious," he said.
"I just got a text from Elliott. He can't make it to rehearsal because he has another interview. Of course, the rest of the band isn't included in that."
"Hasn't this happened before?" Blaine asked him.
"Yep. Twice now," Kurt replied. "I told you, even though he says he's not, he's trying to take over the band as his own. Pamela Lansbury was my brain child, not his!" Kurt was visibly exasperated – his face turning red and his breathing getting heavy.
"Listen, whatever Elliott's intentions, go to rehearsal tonight, rehearse an incredible song without him, and when it becomes a hit, you can say that he wasn't included in it because he thought he was too good for it," Blaine said.
"That would make a pretty awesome Grammy speech," Kurt said, smiling. He kissed his fiancée.
"Alright, get out of here. You need to get to rehearsal," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled and walked out of the apartment. He decided to pick up something extra special for Blaine for dinner on the way home. He always knew how to make Kurt feel better.