Quinn

Blaine had grown semi-used to the way Kurt dressed. I mean he was still blown away each time he walked into the familiar coffee shop to see a wholly new outfit on Kurt, but he always looked –for lack of a better word- fabulous; the young man had impeccable taste.

Expensive taste.

Not that it bothered Blaine, his family was pretty well-off, but he couldn’t help wondering how a design student from Lima, could afford such luxuries.

One Wednesday afternoon, after spending too long pondering the issue, Blaine just came out and asked Kurt; who incidentally was wearing a new line Marc Jacobs shirt.

“Kurt, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but how the heck do you afford your wardrobe?...I..I mean...the clothes inside it.” Way to articulate yourself Blainers.

Kurt, eyebrows raised replied: “Why? Surprised a kid from McKinley owns expensive stuff?”

“No! No not at all ... well yes, but I didn’t mean it that way it’s just..”

Oh god Blaine, you can stop talking anytime now.

He blushed furiously, wishing he’d never brought it up. Well at least he had until he heard a familiar tinkle of laughter.

“It’s fine Blaine, don’t worry, I was kidding”.

Shaking his head, Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand, letting it fall just short of touching it.

“I get asked it all the time, living in this city, where I live, people are a bit surprised”.

“Why? Where do you live?”

“Lower East Side, I share a tiny apartment with my friend Quinn from high school”.

“Oh...I see”

“See! That’s the exact reaction I get every time!”

Blaine felt ashamed that he still made a judgement, despite knowing Kurt for a while now.

“But it’s not too bad, just small. But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for fashion” Kurt added with a wink.

They both laughed, Blaine was relieved Kurt didn’t take offense to his enquiry.

“So this Quinn you live with, was she in the New Directions too?”

“She was. She had a, let’s say, colourful high-school career”.

Blaine looked puzzled, prompting Kurt to continue.

“Well” Kurt took a deep breath before continuing “She was Queen of the school, head cheerio, president of the celibacy club, got pregnant at sixteen, lied about the father, went into labour at our regional’s performance, became head cheerio again, got a new boyfriend, cheated on him, revealed her name is actually Lucy and she used to be fat, lost out at prom queen twice, went through a ‘skank’ period, died her hair pink, died it back, wanted her baby back, and I gotta admit-“ Kurt added in a slightly hushed tone “she went a bit bat-crap crazy, got over it, got in a car accident on the way to her ex-boyfriends and ex-enemies wedding, was in a wheelchair for a while and learnt to walk again. All this while maintaining an excellent GPA and now she studies Theatre Arts at Columbia”.

Kurt ended matter-of-factly and took a large gulp of coffee.

Blaine looked stunned.

“Err, yeah, colourful is a word for it – and I thought there was drama a Dalton” Blaine thought of Wes and his major gavel rage.

“Oh please, you private school kids ain’t got nothing on us.”

Blaine just shook his head, still slightly bewildered by what he’d just heard.

“Wait did you say ex-enemy? How can you have an ex-enemy?”

“Ahhh, Rachel” Kurt smiled. “Rachel is one of mine and Quinn’s closest friends from McKinley, however she is very easy to hate. Both me and Q weren’t exactly always close to her. Rachel dated Quinn’s boyfriend after her, and Q blamed her for the break-up. I also may or may not have had a crush on Finn myself”

“Finn?” Blaine was a bit lost.

“Quinn’s ex, Rachel’s ex-fiancé and my step-brother”

"Step-brother! I thought you had a crush on him?” Blaine was beyond confused now “And wait, there’s an ex-fiancé now?“ 

“That was before my dad and Finn’s mum got married. But that’s another story. Finn and Rachel never actually got married, they separated before college. It was quite tragic really”.

“Do I even want to ask about that?”

“Maybe another time, right now you look like your head might explode” Kurt laughed at the strained expression on Blaine’s face. “But Rachel lives in New York too, she got into NYADA the same year I didn’t”

“Oh, and you’re still close?”

“Yes and no. We’re still friends but don’t see each other as much as we used to. Rachel’s very busy with her NYADA people but she tries to fit us into her schedule every now and then.”

“Was everyone in your Glee club like this?”

“Not everyone, Rachel is a character, only me and my friend Mercedes could out diva her but everyone had their quirks. Tina pretended to have a stutter. Mike had major daddy issues. Artie, I’m pretty sure was a black man trapped in a wheel-chair bound white boy’s body” Blaine frowned. “Honestly it would make sense if you met him” Kurt continued “Puck was a badass with heart. Joe was a literal teen-Jesus. Sugar was...Sugar. Rory was Irish. Santana had a crazy-ass alter ego called Snix, she dated Brittany who I’m pretty sure is still convinced Joe is a girl. And then there was Mr Shue, who frankly needed more adult friends”.

Blaine let out an overwhelmed breath.

“Jeez Kurt, it’s sounds like you’ve had enough drama in your high-school years to last a life-time”

“It kept me on my toes” Kurt replied before muttering under his breath “But that didn’t even scratch the surface”.

“What was that?” Blaine asked.

“Nothing” Kurt smiled. “So how about you share some of those alleged Dalton Dramas?”

Blaine launched into a story about the time Pavarotti escaped and started babbling about something called a Gap Attack?

It was Kurt’s time to be confused.