They had all agreed that a girls’ night was much needed, all the divas brought together again, despite the fact that Kurt and his two best girlfriends would technically be considered competitors now.

Kurt took a bite of pizza, his first since Finn forced him to do so that one time after football practice so the guys wouldn’t have yet another excuse to beat him up.

“Well, not in so many words,” he answered, trying to remember what Blaine had said back at the Lima Bean that afternoon.

“Well, did he put the moves on?” Mercedes tried, turning from her spot on the edge of Rachel’s bed to glance over at Kurt.

“Well… no. But we were always singing duets!” Kurt defended, leaning back onto the pink pillows, “and he was always smiling at me…”

Rachel and Mercedes exchanged a meaningful look. There was a beat of silence before Kurt finally realized…

“Oh my god, I made the whole thing up in my head, didn’t I?” a look of self-loathing spreading across his face. Rachel’s eyes settled on the bright pink cuffs of her pajamas.

“Listen, We’ve all been there,” Mercedes said with a soothing tone, knowing it’d take more than a piece of pizza to lift Kurt’s spirits, “at least I have… with you,” she laughed.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Rachel cut her off, “if Finn thinks that he’s just going to walk out of my life, he’s wrong,” Kurt turned away, disinterested, and put off by Rachel’s blatant disregard for his feelings, “Cuz I’m going to go up to that kissing booth tomorrow,” she continued, turning towards Kurt on the bed after finishing Mercedes’ braid, “with a one hundred dollar bill,” Kurt tried not to look so taken aback, but he knew his emotions were written all over his face, “and he’s not going to be able to make change,” She didn’t notice, “and then he’s going to be forced to kiss me one hundred times, and when his lips touch mine,” she kept going, her ardor increasing, oblivious to Kurt’s obvious aversion, “I’m telling you! He’s going to feel it-!” Passion rose in her voice before Mercedes interjected.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be giving Kurt advice, remember?” Rachel shifted uncomfortably, as if closing her mouth was physically painful, “So you are going to the Gap Attack though, right?”

“Sh-Should I?”

“Yes!” Mercedes replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Rachel nodded in agreement, “Scope out the competition! See what this guy’s like!”

Kurt was hesitant, but he decided that he should know who he’s up against here.

“I’ll think about it… I just wish there was something I could do…”

“Well, there is one thing…” Rachel said deviously.

“Wh-What is it?” Kurt asked eagerly, willing to try anything at this point.

“You could make him jealous.”

~.~*~.~

Blaine was strumming a guitar absently when Kurt entered his dorm room.

“Hey,” Kurt said, as a way of announcing his presence.

“Oh- hey!” a smile spread across Blaine’s face as he hopped off his bed and propped his guitar against the wall, “Ever since you told me that New Directions was going to try original songs, I thought I might try my hand at writing a few.”

“That explains the guitar,” Kurt said dryly.

“Yeah, I’ve written a few before, but I was thinking maybe I could write one for Jeremiah…”

Kurt felt an itch in the back of his mind, but he let it go.

“I’m sure it’ll be a hit,” Kurt smiled, shifting from one foot to the other. The gesture allowed Blaine to see right through him, knowing he had more to say, hoping it’d be something along the lines of ‘Please don’t go through with the Gap Attack, I love you and we should be together forever’, but he knew that wasn’t likely.

“So whatsup?” Blaine tried to get straight to the point.

“I-uh… Don’t be mad, but- I-”

“Kurt,”

“Ok,” he resolved to just say it, “I can’t go to the Gap Attack.”

Jeff was going to get it.

“I know you need support right now,” Kurt said, in response to Blaine’s expression, which he interpreted to say ‘Kurt, you are such a terrible friend, how could you bail on me?’ which, in actuality, meant, ‘I. Am. Going. To. Murder. Jeffrey.’

“But I kind of made other plans… and I can’t really bail on him…”

“Him?” Blaine asked, failing to disguise the revulsion in his voice.

Kurt masked his delight perfectly. His plan was working.

“I just- I kind of made plans with this guy…”

“Oh,” was all Blaine could muster.

How had his plan gone so horribly, horribly wrong? He didn’t want to sing to Jeremiah, with his ugly hair and his stupid Gap discounts, and his awful Chai Tea Lattes…

Truly Blaine didn’t think there was anything wrong with Chai Tea Lattes, he actually kind of liked them… but they weren’t Grande Non-fat Mochas.

“His name’s Peter,” Kurt said to fill the silence, “He’s going to be Elpha-boy… in the play”

Blaine’s eyes shot up.

“I forgot! Did you-“

“Yeah,” Kurt answered with a smile, knowing already what Blaine was going to say, “They posted the list about an hour ago. I’m going to be ‘Guy-Linda’” He said, making air quotes with his fingers.

“That’s great, Kurt!” Blaine said, closing the space between them, and wrapping Kurt in a tight hug. Kurt laughed nervously.

Blaine pulled away suddenly, realizing that if Peter were to walk in, he might not have been so happy…

“I hope all goes well though,” Kurt said, watching the realization creep over Blaine. Kurt and Peter were going to be spending a lot more time together now that they were cast opposite one another… late nights running lines, long hours in their dressing room together, inside jokes in the dim lighting backstage… he preferred not to thinks about it.

“Th-thanks” he said, staring blankly. He looked anywhere but Kurt. He watched the numbers on the clock transition from 3:06 to 3:07. He never realized what a terrible name Peter was.

“Well, I’m sure you have a lot of songwriting to do…”

“Yeah- I should-“ Blaine turned to glance at his guitar, “Yeah,”

“Alright, see you at Warblers practice then?”

“Uhm- No-“ Blaine said, and Kurt gave him a puzzled glare, “I mean, It’d be a waste of time… we’re just talking about the- about the Gap Attack…”
“Oh, well then I guess maybe I shouldn’t…”

“I’ll tell the guys,” Blaine assured him, “Don’t worry about it,” he said, thinking he’d need the meeting to be Kurt-free in order to tell everyone what had happened.

“Well bye,” Kurt said awkwardly as he closed the door behind him. A few seconds later Blaine collapsed onto his bed.

“JJJJJEHHFFFFFRRREEEYYY EEEYYY MMMUUUNNNAAA KELLLLL YYYYUUUUU,” he screamed into his pillow, hoping Kurt was far enough down the hall not to hear him.