This is my favorite one yet.
Get some class and kiss the past.
Kurt stepped into the apartment and found Blaine sitting at the table with a girl, working on a project.
He had mentioned something about someone coming over to work on something for school. "Hey!" Blaine said to Kurt.
Kurt walked over and pecked Blaine on the cheek. "Who's your friend?" Kurt asked.
"I'm Candie!" the girl said. She was clearly a bottle blond, wearing a bright pink tank top with a large amount of cleavage showing, and bedazzled flip flops.
"I'm Kurt. It's nice to meet you," Kurt said. He turned around to make himself a snack, but tripped over Candie's bag, losing his footing.
"Be careful! That's Dior!" she said, glaring at Kurt.
"Sorry," Kurt said. He glanced at Blaine, who rolled his eyes.
"It was a present from my father for my birthday. It was $2000," she said, still glaring at Kurt.
"Okay, let's get back to work, shall we?" Blaine asked, pushing the open tri-fold board towards Candie. "So we decided we're doing our project on Bach's influence on modern music, so what research did you do?" he asked.
"That's that old guy, right? Was he Elvis's father?" Candie asked.
Kurt snickered over his bowl of leftover spaghetti.
"No, he wasn't. He's one of the greatest composers of all time," Blaine said, trying to suppress his own laughter. "Did you even do any research?"
"Well, my boyfriend came over last night, so I didn't have time. We were too busy…"
Blaine cut her off. "How about we meet up again tomorrow and you can go and do some research," he said.
"Alright," she said. She grabbed her bag and left, without even saying goodbye.
"Is she for real? How did she even get into NYADA?" Kurt asked.
"She's a voice major," Blaine said "Incredibly talented, but as dumb as a sack of rocks."
"And you have to work with her?" Kurt said.
"Not my choice," Blaine replied. The boys settled on the couch, happy to be rid of Candie, at least for the night.