"Can I borrow this for tonight?" He asked Blaine, who was sitting on his bed reading a magazine.

"Yeah," Blaine said, looking up. "but I don't think you're going to be wearing it that long."

Kurt smiled, turning back to the mirror. Catching Blaine's eyes, Kurt whispered "Promise?"

Standing from the bed, Blaine took Kurt in his arms. "If you're lucky." He said, before pulling him down for a deep kiss.

Kurt didn't want to pull away, but he knew they'd be coming to check on them if they go to the lobby. "We should get going, we're going to be late."

A few halls down, Lauren sat on her. In her hands was a small pink blouse. When pressed against her body, it looked like a dolls dress, rather a teenage girls outfit. Catching Rachel, her roommate, coming back from the bathroom, Lauren stuffed the shirt beside her. "Oh thank God!" She called out, over looking Rachel's outfit. "I haven't seen your belly button for hours."

Rachel rolled her eyes, but said nothing as she buttoned her shirt. "Y'know, I've noticed that some of my clothes are missing."

"Uh, yah, I think we've all noticed that." Lauren told her automatically. With a small knock on the door, Finn entered. His eyes fell upon Rachel and slowly began to skim her body.

"Hey.…" Shaking his head, he looked to Laruen. "Ready ladies?"

"I'm not going." Lauren announces.

"Aww, come on."

"I said no! Fucking go already. . . ."

Finn raises his hands defensively before leaving the room. "Alright!"

Grabbing her purse, Rachel turns back. "Well, you have yourself a good don't touch anything!"

Lauren sighs, watching the door as she leaves. "Says the whore, uncharacteristically. . . ." She says to herself. It wasn't the first time she had skipped a party. It wasn't that she was unsociable. Of course she wasn't like Blaine - Mister-I-Can-Do-Everything-Right - but she could still talk to people and make friends.

Laurens real issue was she didn't want to be surrounded by people like Quinn and Brittany . . . Rachel, whose bodies were perfect and because of that, they could dance the way they do with the hottest guys in school. Matt would never want to dance with her the way he did with Rachel. And who would blame him? Going under her bed, Lauren pulled out the old photo album, and she slowly began to go through it.

'A quiet night at home. Silent night. A joy to pass a quiet night at home. A quiet night at home. All my friends are gone and once again I find myself alone. A quiet night at home, just me and my good shepherd. He and I can count a million sheep. A quiet night at home, filling up that time till finally I get to sleep.'

Lauren smiled at the pictures of when she, Blaine, and Kurt were only fourteen. They had yet really hit puberty and their childishness still showed. That was before her weight really became a problem to everyone other than her. Her mothers words began to skip into her head. She tried so hard to change, but with no result. After that, all her mothers kindness practically melted away.

'A quiet night at home. Mother's worried glances, take my hand, smile, sadly sighwords of wisdom. Talks of ships and princes, soothing sagas laced with loving lies. Sadness. Who, me? Sad? A quiet night at home. My favorite place 'Honey, it'll be okay!Slim down dear, things will change. For after all you've such a pretty face''

Pushing the album away, Lauren went over to window, looking out at the moon. She thought back to when she was a child. She wanted to live on the moon, because there you were weightless. She missed the innocence she had.

'A quiet night at home. Play my siren song, attracting none, my ship just wont come in. Clinging to the rigid rock of ages, never ever even get the chance to sin. Passing two productive hours. Tearing through a hundred pages, what a tale of star crossed lovers. Life is lived on other stages.'

Graduation was only a few months away. Blaine would be at Notre Dame, Kurt would go to New York, and Lauren . . . Lauren would be here. In Ohio. Forever. She wasn't anything special, like her brother, like her friends. All she would ever be was a pretty face. . . .

'Pain adores me; God ignores me. Always thinking, thinking, sinking, never dancing. Never asked and asking why? Why? Then never, never cry. Far too clever. Big girl . . . Big girl. . . . Ships and princes, all gone home. Alone again. Again, alone.'

Never the pretty girl. Never the popular girl. Nobodies girlfriend, barely a friend. That's all Lauren would ever, ever be.

'A quiet night at home, with thoughts of why. A quiet night at home, spent getting by. . . .'