"Crawford Country Day." Was all Rachel had initially said upon storming into the rehearsal room with a scowl and placing a pamphlet of the aforementioned school on Finn's lap for him to take a look before passing it around the group.
"It's an all girls private school and from what I can gather; a school for rich preppy girls whose daddies pay for scholarship." When the rest of the group merely stared blankly at her, Rachel sighed and continued. "They're our competition for Sectionals!" She stated as if this was obvious. "And they're good, like, Vocal Adrenaline good."

"Then how come we've never heard of them until now?" Quinn asked calmly with an air of smugness about her. "Sectionals is 2 weeks away."

"They were disqualified from entering any show choir competitions after an incident that occurred a few years back but they were reconsidered since the girls who were behind it were finally expelled."

"What exactly did they…do?" Finn asked tentatively, Rachel sighed.

"All I could find out was something about 'improper use of laxatives'" She said gesturing with air quotes and the whole club cringed, clearly not needing any more information. Everyone except for Puck that is, who seemed highly amused

"Man," He said through a smile "If these chicks weren't about to kick our asses, I would so give them a high five!"

"They're not going to kick our asses Puck" Rachel elaborated confidently "and they are most certainly not going to be pulling any of the same tricks again. And to make sure that they don't, I suggest that we spy."

That was when the chaotic hurricane of arguments returned and span out of control. If Mr Schue had been present then Rachel would never have dreamed of putting forward the idea of spying yet as he was absent, it was the perfect opportunity to take a peak at the opposition. Most of the group were for the idea yet several remained hesitant.
"Guys, guys, guys!" Rachel yelled, attempting to still the chaos.

"It just seems a little shady Rachel" Finn added once the noise had lessened "If we beat them because we spied on them, it wouldn't feel like we won at all." Several others, including Mercedes nodded in agreement to this. "We've worked too hard"

"Yeah well we worked hard last year too and what did we get? An omelet served on Rachel's head and beaten by Vocal Adrenaline" Kurt countered "I say we spy." He finished, not looking at the others and instead focusing his attention on his fingernails.

"Thank you Kurt." Rachel continued after grimacing at the memory. "I say we put it to a vote, all those in favor of spying, please raise your hands." The majority of the club, much to Rachel's satisfaction, raised their hands in silence. Smiling, she addressed the three with their arms still planted on their laps "and all those opposed…" Finn, Mercedes and Sam were the only ones, their hands held high. "Not that it matters, sorry guys but majority rules!"

"How do you propose that we spy on a private school anyway? Won't they have body guards at the gate or something?" Santana questioned, liking the idea of spying but not the fact that Rachel had come up with it.

"All we have to do is find a uniform, pretend to be a student and join their glee club. It'll be best if only one of us goes though, that way it's less obvious."

"So who's the spy?" was the question on everyone's lips, including Finn, Mercedes and Sam who had no choice but to go along with the plan. Rachel surveyed the group until her eyes eventually settled on one particular student, seated in the back row, still examining his flawless manicure.

"Kurt."

Silence.

Everyone's heads slowly turned to the back of the room where Kurt sat, legs crossed and eyes wide.

"Excuse me?" he demanded after blinking several times. "Maybe you didn't read the pamphlet properly Rachel, but it's a girl's school…for girls!"

"Kurt, just hear me out," Rachel pleaded, moving towards him from the piano. "You're the best singer here, aside from me of course, so you'll have no problem auditioning for their club, plus you'll be able to…"

"If that's the case then what's stopping you from doing it?" Kurt interrupted. The rest of the club merely stared dumbly at the exchange, entirely confused at Rachel's choice in spy. "You'd fit in far better than I could, unfortunately my gender will cause me to stick out like a sore thumb" Kurt finished hotly.

"No!" Rachel persisted "I can't be the spy, none of us girls can; they'll recognize us instantly when we get to Sectionals and who knows what they'd do to us if they found out we spied…" everyone's thoughts inevitably drifted to the 'improper use of laxatives' and there was a wordless agreement that they must not be caught. "If you disguised yourself then there's no way they'll know it's you!" Kurt said nothing but instead hated himself for seeing that Rachel had a point. "And any of the other boys here are out of the question. You're the only one who won't try hitting on every single girl there," She eyed Puck at this statement before continuing "and can you seriously imagine any of them pulling off a skirt as well as you?"

Kurt had to smile at this. It was true; he could pull off any outfit but that was beside the point, he couldn't pretend to be a girl, despite how feminine he may seem at times. Girls and feminine guys are two completely different types of people. "Come on Kurt, we need you." Rachel finished pleadingly.

"You want me to dress up like a girl?" He asked plainly. No one replied. "And parade myself to a school full of psycho-maniacs?" The glee club remained uncharacteristically silent as Kurt spoke and simply stared expectantly.

Yet upon seeing everyone's awaiting faces, Kurt sighed and gave in.

"FINE." He exclaimed through gritted teeth. Rachel stood and clapped her hands together in triumph whilst the rest of the group expressed gratitude by swarming Kurt with pats on the back and a chorus of "we owe you man."

Rachel resumed her position at the front of the class, imitating Mr Schue's dominance over the club.

"Good" She continued in her charade of leadership. "Kurt, on Monday, instead of coming to Glee you will instead go to Crawford Country Day after school and audition for their glee club. You have the whole week to participate in their rehearsals and gain as much information as possible. Oh! And if you could somehow sabotage their performance, that'd be great too." Rachel instructed, loving her new found power. "You have the weekend to put together a uniform and a disguise. Class dismissed." And with that, Rachel turned on her heel and left the room.

Kurt's head instinctively fell to his hands. What had he gotten himself into? No what had Rachel gotten him into? The club had begun to disperse as Mercedes and Tina approached him with plans for the weekend.

"Traitor!" Mercedes remarked jokingly as she had been opposed to the whole idea of spying from the start. Kurt glared at the girl as she was obviously enjoying his pain in the way that only best friends are allowed to in such situations.
"Come on," She said with a much more friendly tone, taking hold of his wrist and dragging him out of the choir room. "We're going shopping tomorrow for your uniform and then you're staying at mine with Tina to admire how good you'll look!" Mercedes knew that bribing Kurt with shopping and admiration will always get results and predictably, he perked up immediately as they made their ways through the hallways of McKinley to the car park where they made final arrangements for the following day and departed ways.

~~~~~

"Please come out Kurt?" Tina begged at the bathroom door along with Mercedes who were both impatiently anticipating seeing Kurt in his Crawford uniform.

"No way!" Came a muffled reply from behind the door. "No way in hell girls, you can call Rachel Berry right now and tell her I'm not doing this." The two girls shared a look of unease; Kurt was never one to be shy, especially when it concerned fashion.

"Kurt, I'm sure you look fine, can we please see?" Mercedes tried to reassure him.

"Oh I look amazing, but there's no way I'm going out in public dressed like this." He scoffed.

"Oh come on!" Mercedes replied. "Since when are you self conscious? You willingly dressed as Lady Gaga to school last month, how could this possibly be any different?" She pressed. Though she was initially against spying, Mercedes simply couldn't resist dressing Kurt up and was eager to see the result of their day spent shopping.

"I look like a transvestite!" The boy moaned and the girls couldn't stifle a giggle at his tortured tone.

"Just pretend you're an extra in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Tina reasoned, just as eager as Mercedes to see Kurt's outfit to which Kurt responded with a swift "not helping!"

"You haven't even got your wig on yet! I'm sure you'll look perfect when you're finished." There was a brief pause after Mercedes had spoken which was shortly broken by yet another angry outburst from Kurt.

"You expect me to wear a…! Do you have any idea what wearing a wig all day will do to my hair?" Neither Mercedes or Tina new quite how to respond, both knew how protective Kurt was over his immaculate hair and there was no denying that wearing a wig would certainly compromise his perfectly sculpted style.

"It's the only way it make sure they won't recognize you..." Mercedes offered. There was yet another pause, slightly longer as Kurt considered what his weekend had become. The girl's considered giving up and calling Rachel for help when Kurt finally mumbled a reply through the still locked bathroom door.

"What kind of wig?" Mercedes and Tina smiled at one another and Mercedes gestured to the other to grab her bag.

"Open the door and we'll show you." She said, barely masking her excitement and when the door finally clicked to announce that Kurt had unlocked it, she rushed in to take stock of him. He was perched on the toilet seat, beside the door. His arms were crossed and a scowl that looked on the verge of becoming permanent was painted across his face as he glared at Mercedes. Tina joined a second afterwards and both squealed with delight at the boy's appearance. Their efforts had certainly paid off as the uniform was next to perfect. The long sleeved blouse had not been particularly difficult to find along with the navy vest and the blue striped tie. The challenge had been the blue kilt however Tina proved herself a worthy shopping accomplice as she led them to a store located a little way outside the mall who supplied a range of gothic fashion, tartan kilts included.

Luckily the Crawford Country Day uniform left a lot to the imagination so Kurt's flat chest was forgiven. If anyone had forced fake boobs upon him, he would have bolted for the door in a flash.

"You look fantastic Kurt and totally believable!" Tina exclaimed, pulling him to his feet to get a full view.

"My pantyhose are itchy" was all Kurt could offer for a reply. They had considered going for knee high socks however that may have proved a little risky since the kilt was somewhat short. As Kurt was readjusting himself, Tina unpacked the contents of her bag to reveal her vast selection of wigs for the boy to choose from.

"wha…how do you have so many?" Kurt asked halfway through adjusting his pantyhose for about the fifth time since pulling them on, clearly impressed by Tina's collection. Tina merely shrugged and tossed him one to try on. It was the short blonde that she had worn to complete her Gaga outfit not too long ago. Kurt fitted it on and inspected himself in the mirror, surprisingly eager despite his previous protests. He wasn't as opposed to wearing a wig as he had made out to be, he was merely grumpy at letting others decide his outfit.

"No, definitely not blonde." Kurt decided after brushing and styling it slightly. "My eyebrows stand out too much." He finished before pulling it off and handing it back to Tina, who pulled several more from her bag.

After at least half an hour of trying on countless wigs of varying styles and colour, Kurt had finally decided on a wavy brown, almost identical to his own hair colour with a side parting, reaching down to his middle back. He was pretty certain he'd choose this particular wig the first time he tried it on but Tina had brought such a wide collection that Kurt couldn't help but try on each of them. The others joined in by trying on the rejected wigs and Kurt's mood certainly improved.

When he had finally decided on the wavy brown, the girls brought him to stand before the full length mirror in Mercedes' room. Kurt had to admit, he did make a rather convincing girl, despite how ridiculous he felt. The two girls stood beside him admiring their work

"Last but not least" Mercedes grinned, moving towards her dresser and pulling out a small purple bag "Makeup!" Kurt groaned, knowing that this was coming and was reluctantly dragged over to sit at the dresser by Tina. Mercedes didn't go overboard, merely added a touch of concealer before applying a little eyeliner and some mascara.

"Perfect" the two girls said in unison once they were finished.