Two Months Later

"Quinny, Quinnevra, Quinnifer, Quincy..." Rachel ran her finger down a list of names.

Quinn took the list from her hands. "'Quinnderella?' Seriously? I don't need a nickname, Rach, I swear." 

Rachel took back the list and threw it in the bin. "There you go again! Rach. I have a nickname, you need one."

Quinn sighed. "You can call me Q if you're so insistent."

"Q. Q." Rachel tasted the name on her tongue. "I'll think about it, Q."

Quinn started to leave but Rachel latched onto her arm. "Wait! I have a proposition for you."

Quinn's eyebrows raised. "Tell me more, tell me more."

"Well," Rachel took a breath, "I would like to invite you to have dinner on Friday night, with my family."

Quinn took a step back. "Parents? I-I don't know, Rach."

Rachel pouted. "Pwease? My dads will adore you. Blaine will be there, and he's not so terrible."

Quinn rolled her head around her neck. "Okay, but only because you're adorable when you pout."

Rachel threw her arms around Quinn's neck and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Okay! No backing out, I'm holding you to this even if I have to drag you there myself."

Quinn fell on the bed. They had pushed both of the twin beds together to make one big bed with a crease in the middle. "Mhm, bed time." Quinn grabbed Rachel's waist and pulled her down on the bed.

"Quinn! I have to go study with Kurt," Rachel tried to squirm out of Quinn's arms.

"Shh, sleepy. Studying is boring." Quinn nuzzled her head into Rachel's neck.

"Ugh," Rachel groaned. "If I don't get a good grade on this test, then I won't get into NYADA and I'll have to go to some other school, maybe not even in New York! I don't know wha-"

Quinn rolled Rachel off of her. "Fine, go."

Rachel clapped her hands. "Okay, see you later, Quinnderella," she planted a kiss on Quinn's cheek and went off to study with Kurt.

...

"You decided to show?" Kurt drummed his fingers on the table irritably.

"I'm sorry, but Quinn-" Rachel began as she filed into the library.

Kurt interrupted. "Hey, it's your life. I just have to do well on this test, and you do, too."

Rachel nodded. "Okay. The tragedy of Macbeth. Practice question number one: the bloody dagger that Macbeth imagines in front of him symbolizes what?"

Kurt tapped his pencil on his book a couple times. "That he's a psychopath?"

Rachel flipped through her copy of the play. "Uh, sure! Your turn."

Kurt skimmed down his study guide. "Hm. Macbeth's fatal flaw is...?"

"His crazy wife?"

"Good enough."

Rachel put her head down on the table. "We're not getting anywhere with this."

"True." Kurt slumped down in his chair.

Rachel turned her chair so she was facing Kurt. "Gossip time?"

"There's nothing to gossip about." Kurt said dismally.

Rachel leaned closer to him. "You've been pining over my brother for two months. When are you going to do something about it?"

"Never. I don't want to risk our friendship..." Kurt trailed off.

"Risk! That's exactly what you should do. Take as many risks as you can!" A librarian came over and shushed Rachel. Heat rose in her cheeks, but she tried to ignore it. She stared at Kurt for a response, but one didn't come.

"Whatever, let's go see if there's still some cheesecake in the cafeteria." She took Kurt's arm and dragged him along.

"But Macbeth!" He protested.

"Shh! We're taking a shortcut through the theatre." She pulled him through the heavy doors.

"Oh, you would," he narrowed his eyes to a slit as they danced through the halls of the theatre.

...

"Oh my god, I hate you." Kurt stared down at his Dalton blazer spread out on his bed.

"You love me." Blaine's hands were crossed over his chest arrogantly.

"I hate you. How are you a better tailor than me?" He ran his hands over the piping on the bottom of his jacket.

Blaine shrugged. "My dads aren't the best at sewing, so I taught myself. I always had to fix Rachel's ballet costumes."

"I'll be damned." Kurt kept pulling at the piping to see if it would fall off, but Blaine swatted his hands away.

He sat down on Nick's, Kurt's roommate's, bed, even though Kurt told him how much Nick hated other people touching his stuff. "Did Rachel tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Kurt started hanging up the blazer.

"She got Quinn to come to Friday night dinner." Blaine remarked.

"Wow, Rachel's got her trained well." Kurt replied as he pushed the other clothes in his closet tight enough to fit in one more blazer.

"So, you're good with Rachel..." Blaine began.

"You can't even accept the fact that I'm friends with your sister, can you? Are you jealous, Blainers?" Kurt smirked.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Anyways, do you want to come to dinner Friday night, too?"

Kurt sat on the bed across from Blaine. "That's how you're going to ask me out?"

"I-I just meant-" Blaine sputtered.

Kurt laughed. "I get it, Blaine. Yeah, I'll come. Is it going to be vegan mush again?"

Blaine wrinkled up his nose. "Yuck. Dad will probably make something I like and something Rachel likes, like they usually do."

Kurt nodded. "So, what are we going to do for our duet at Regionals?"

Blaine thought for a moment. "Fix You is always a crowd-pleaser, we sound great in Misery,"

"You mean, you sound great in those," Kurt remarked, "and I think that we should do something we haven't done before."

Blaine shrugged. "Whatever you say, darling."

...

Knock knock knock.

Blaine groaned and looked around around the dark room. He looked over at the clock. 12:50 AM.

He winced and looked over at his roommate, but Nick was dead asleep. He could probably sleep through a hurricane.

Knock knock knock.

Blaine finally rolled out of bed and stumbled to the door.

Sebastian was leaning against the door frame with an empty bottle in his hand. "Blainey!"

Blaine's nose wrinkled at the overwhelming scent of grape jello shots surrounding Sebastian. "The hell?"

"Blaine," Sebastian slurred, "I just wanted to tell you, you, you were the best fuck I ever had."

"We didn't have sex!" Blaine croaked.

"Hm?" The bottle fell out of Sebastian's hand and rolled onto the ground.

Blaine rubbed his eyes, from sleep and from frustration. "You're drunk, Seb, go away."

Sebastian wouldn't budge. "Do you think I'm an asshole?"

"Uh, you can be, sometimes. But I've seen the nice guy part of you."

"Really?" Sebastian started to stumble, so Blaine caught him by the arm and sat him on the ground.

Blaine sighed. "Yeah, really. We went for coffee one time, and you said I looked nice. Not in the douchey 'nice shoes, wanna fuck?' way, but genuinely."

Sebastian nodded. His eyes drooped as he crawled closer to the wall.

Blaine continued. "And another time, you told me about your mom. I don't think you really meant to, but I asked if your mother raised you on a farm and you said you didn't have one. What...what happened to her?" He figured there was no better time to ask than when he was inebriated.

Sebastian stared at the floor for a few moments. "She died when I was nine. I didn't see her much, though. She's Kurt's mom, too, you know. It was harder on him. Kurt and I used to hang out, before she died. But he changed. Every time I saw him after that, he just looked sad."

"He's happier around you." Sebastian looked up at Blaine and smiled a little. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I care about him. I really do." Sebastian's eyes shone in the dim light of the hallway.

Blaine just stared at him for a few minutes until a voice shouted down the hallway.

"Sebastian?"

Blaine perked up. "Kurt?"

Kurt turned around the corner and relaxed when he saw Sebastian. "I'm sorry, so sorry. He called me an hour ago from a bar downtown and I had to come pick him up, and I lost him."

"It's okay. I usually like him better when he's drunk." Blaine stood up and grabbed one of Sebastian's arms. Kurt grabbed the other and dragged him up.

"Thanks, I got it." Kurt smiled.

Blaine waved. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Kurt called back.

Blaine went back in his room and slumped against the door. A realization hit him like a punch to the chest.

Oh my god.

I'm in love with Kurt Hummel.

...

"Okay, turn around."

Quinn turned to see Rachel, hands on her hips, clad in a dark red dress with a sweetheart neckline.

Quinn refrained from letting her jaw drop. "You look...beautiful. Wow."

Rachel smiled and turned a couple times. "So, what are you wearing?"

Quinn looked down at the uniform she was wearing and shrugged.

"You cannot wear your school clothes." Rachel looked through the closet and found a bright yellow sun dress.

Quinn pushed the dress back in the closet. "God, no, Rachel."

Rachel rolled her eyes and kept searching in the closet. She found a white dress with a lamb pattern on it. "It's, er, vintage!"

Quinn placed Rachel out of the way, she was petite enough to pick up, and started looking in the closet her self. She picked out a light blue strapless dress and started stripping off her uniform.

Rachel sat on the bed, absentmindedly picking off nonexistent lint from her skirt.

Quinn straightened out the dress and struck a pose in front of Rachel.

Rachel grinned and clapped her hands. "Fantastic. Okay, let's go get Blaine."

Rachel hooked her arm around Quinn's and led them out to the parking lot.

Before they got outside, Rachel quickly mentioned, with a smile:

"By the way, my dads don't know we're dating."