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“Dad! I can explain!” Kurt pleaded.

He damn well better be able to explain, because what I have here in my hands, warrants some explaining.

“Kurt.” I said with a very serious tone.

“Dad, i- I can explain.” he pleaded, dripping wet, covering himself with a white towel.

A horn honked outside, and I remembered why I came up here in the first place.

“Get dressed, I have to go and pay for my cab.”

I walked out of the room, and downstairs to pay my fare. I tried to get my head on straight. I tried to be rational and think like Kurt was thinking instead of just coming up with different scenarios to yell at him.

I know that most kids have sex after senior prom. I did. Carole did. Every single person I had ever come in contact with who went to their prom, did.

It’s like, a rite of passage, and I completely understand that, but this is junior prom. Not senior prom.

And other people are not my son. Kurt is. And he’s not even 17 yet, and not responsible enough for sex.

Hell no.

No freaking way. Until a kid doesn’t have to leave a note on how to wash his clothes, he’s not ready for clothes.

Not to mention, on top of that, Blaine is only a sophomore. And shouldn’t that kid be turned off to sex given what he's going through right now? I mean Kurt can't get pregnant, but still.

I am not ready to have this conversation again.

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Rewind to before prom night

All knowing Pov

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“Savannah, what are you wearing? It’s like 80 degrees in here!" Kurt exclaimed, eying savannah in a shawl and a thick sweater.
"What? I'm cold." She shrugged.
"Then why are you sweating?" He pushed.
Savannah sighed and shut her locker.
"Kurt, look, I'm as big as a house ok? I know a lot of the school knows already, but the whole school doesn't know yet and I’d rather keep this quiet for as long as I can. "
Kurt was shaking his head and he pulled his phone out and started texting.
"What are u doing?" Savannah asked, knowing that he was giving Blaine a play by play of everything that is going on with me today now that it’s my first day back at school.

"I’m just telling Blaine that you're purposely overheating your body, risking your health in order to hide your secret."
Sav rolled her eyes and groaned. "Don't! I'm not! It’s not that hot ok? I'm fine." And she started walking quickly down the hall, with Kurt right at her heels.

Kurt was staying, probably to most people, uncomfortably close to her. But he was waiting for what he knew was coming.

Savannah’s breaths quickened as the combo of the heat her layers were providing on this almost summer hot day, with all the extra weight of her babies, and clothes. She got down one whole entire hallway before her mouth got dry and she stopped, and had to catch her breath. She turned to Kurt with an annoyed facial and a huff of breath.
"Told you." Kurt said.

Savannah swallowed to get her mouth moist. "I'm fine!"
"Savvy, this is what Blaine was talking about. This is why he is so worried about you. You’re not taking good enough care of yourself and if you're not healthy," he lowered his voice for the remainder of his little speech, "the babies aren’t either."
"Is that why you're following me? Blaine told you to babysit me?" Savannah shouted, a little too loud.
Kurt crossed his arms, and looked around the halls hoping she didn’t attract an audience.

"No. Blaine 'asked' me to help you out during the day when he isn't around. Make sure you're eating lunch and staying safe. Which you're clearly not doing."

Savannah huffed and she looked on the verge of tears. He’s right, and she knows it.

Kurt stared her down for a minute until she finally caved.

Kurt Hummel’s bitch glare. It worked every time.
She pulled the shawl over her head, took the sweater off, and finally was left in a short sleeved pink shirt that actually hid her bump well. Kurt didn’t know what she was worried about.

The shirt frayed outwards right below the breast line, and people who didn't already know she is pregnant wouldn't question what was under the shirt.
"Ok, we need to get to glee. Are you satisfied?" She asked stuffing her sweater into her bag. She draped her shawl over her arm and looked at Kurt with a stubborn face.
"Yep." He said popping the ‘p’, and sliding his phone back open, to give Blaine a 'success' text.

Blaine pov

"k. She stripped.'-Kurt
I sighed, and texted back.

 K. Thanks Babe. Ttylater. Gotta drive. Love you <3 -Blaine

I really hope savannah grows out of this soon. I'm going to be working all summer. Kurt will be working at his dads tire shop all summer, and if she doesn't take care of herself......
Sigh.
I shut my locker and headed down the hall to the parking lot. Time to go to work. My new job. My boss, Sebastian is very...flirtatious to say the least. Throughout his training me, he hit on me like 8 times within the first 3 hours of day 1! Thankfully, they were harmless little comments, but they were still pretty annoying. He said, ‘I bet a gorgeous container of sexy like you has all the boys fawning over you. Probably the girls too.'

Maybe all of the girls.

And when I told him about Kurt, and how we've been together for 4 months, I hoped he would back off, but no. He still continued with the flirting. I wasn’t exactly comfortable around him, but he is my boss now.

Love you too. Have a good day! -Kurt

I wish Sebastian backed after learning I am not available, because it shows that he didn’t care, but at least he stopped when he learned I have a baby on the way. He pursed his lips and didn't flirt as much after that. I was thankful. I had already decided that I like Sebastian better when he's not talking.
Passing the Warbler hall, Jeff and Trent, ever the early birds to warbler practice, came out spotting me and ran after me.

Damn. I was kind of avoiding them. It’s hard having to abandon them like I am.

Or at least it feels like I am.
"We miss you already Blaine." Trent said sadly as they caught up.
"How's the new job?" Jeff asked, though I could hear the bumming tone of his voice.
I just shrugged. "It’s ok. Training was really busy work, but I think I'm ready."

"How long was your training?"
"I trained 4 days last week 5 hours each day. And then I did in office shadowing work Sat and Sun. It was exhausting, but I think it’s going to be a pretty good job. I mean, I get to play with toys, learn about them, and convince other people to put them in their stores. I’m my own boss for the majority of the week, most of my job is out of an office. What’s not to like? Toys! Woo-hoo.” But it wasn’t as enthusiastic towards my fellow Warblers now, as I was with Kurt when he and I talked about it last week. With him, I said a lot of, ‘toys really are fun, and it’s kind of a dream job.’

“The moneys good that's for sure." I continued. "My boss is kind of irritating, but he said I'm a natural when it comes to talking to people. He thinks I’ll be good without supervision and with out of office work."
Jeff and Trent nodded and held their hands in their pockets.

“That sounds pretty cool.”

I nodded back. “Also, for a few extra hours on the weekends, I’ll be acting as sort of an assistant as well, so I’ll have to fetch lunches, coffee and all that junk for meetings. It increases my pay by a few bucks. So that’s pretty cool I guess.”
“I’m proud of you B.” Jeff said, looking into my gaze, but he was still bummed. I don’t blame him. I looked to my other side to see Trent’s head going up and down rapidly with a smile. His smile was more genuine, but I knew it was laced with sadness.

Trent and I joined the Warblers together. If I was going to be SURE to keep in touch with someone after I transfer, it’ll be Trent.

It was quiet the rest of the way out to the parking lot.
"So... Blaine... I know you quit the warblers for the rest of the year, and summer because you’ll be working, but...Well, the rest of the Warblers….. We were all kind of wondering... Will you be coming back next year, or are you going to McKinley in the fall?" Jeff asked, through stammers.

It was this conversation that I had been dreading. Sure, I had planned on the possibility of transferring next year anyway, in order to be with Kurt, but it wasn’t a certainty. I would’ve first talked to all of my friends before making my final decision.

But now, I wouldn't be making the choice. My parents had already made it for me.

(Flashback)
"Next year, you're transferring to McKinley high. You need to be close to Savannah because she’ll be really close to her due date in the fall, and you need to be around."

I panicked a little. I wasn’t ready to have this conversation. I thought I’d at least have some of the summer to decide.
"But dad, Kurt is at McKinley, and so is Kurt’s brother Finn, and all of her friends in the New Directions. I think she’ll be able to fend for herself for 6 weeks."
But my dad wasn’t having that. 
"Blaine, this is not up for debate. You will be transferring in the fall. We pay your tuition, and we are not renewing it for next year. End of discussion." 

So I don't even get a choice. I wish I can say I’d pay it myself, but I would never be able to afford it, and I know that it’s a good idea to go to Mckinley. For a few reasons actually.

I half smiled. I would love being closer to Kurt as well as Savannah for the next school year, but I really just didn't like not being able to make the choice myself. Hell, I mean my dad made me get a job in order to "grow up and be a man". So I should be able to make my own responsible choice, and choose to take care of my babies' mother by staying close by, but in my way. But whatever because apparently it’s not up to me.

 Of course, my mom approached me later that night and tried to get me more excited about it. "Blaine, sweetie, please stop with the pouting. You missed dinner, and Jane made those potatoes with scrambled eggs and onion crap you love all mixed together.”

I didn’t look up from my laptop. I wasn’t looking at anything important that I couldn’t stop doing and talk to my mom. I could’ve closed the computer. I just didn’t want to. Maybe I was being a little immature, but I felt like pouting.

“Blaine, you’re being rude. Close the computer please.”

I was scrolling through my pictures of Kurt. It was partially because I missed him, but also, I’m doing it in order to keep my head clear, and not look at my mom. I didn’t want to.

Leaning over to my side to see my screen, she spoke again, seeing was I was using to ignore her. “You'll get to spend more time with Kurt.” She said quietly.

I sighed, and shut the screen.

“And you'll be able to join show choir with him. If they win nationals next week, you'll be on a team of champions, Right? You’ve always wanted to win Nationals. At least if you transfer, you’ll be on a winning team."

I just shrugged. I didn’t want to agree with her, even if she had just given me two valid reasons to look forward to transferring, rather than wallowing.
She snapped her fingers, "They also have a boxing team. And you have advanced academics from spending the last year and a half at Dalton. Why don’t we look into getting you into a higher grade for next year. Maybe you can skip your junior year. That would mean you could graduate with Kurt!" She exclaimed happily. “He’ll be a senior next year right?”

I nodded, and then sighed. I know she's right. I should be happy about having to transfer. And wow. My wow, maybe mom does pay closer attention to my life than I thought.
(end of fb)

I guess I should just drop the bomb now, that I won’t be a Warbler, or even a Dalton boy next year.

"Guys...... I sighed... I'm so sorry. You know I love you guys. And I swear the warblers mean everything to me, and you guys are my brothers. Really. But my dad is making me transfer to McKinley so I can be close to savannah and the babies."

Trent looked like he might cry later, and the pair of them looked heartbroken. But after the hurt passed a bit, Jeff looked confused. "Wait, babies?"

I smiled. My super sperm is apparently just shocking everyone.

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Kurt Pov

“Whoo!” That was awesome! We have got this is the bag!

I high fived Savannah, and then the whole club cheered!

“Alright everyone settle down, settle down. It’s all looking and sounding great guys!  I think we should…..let’s run it again a few more times through in a few minutes, and then afterwards we can all start thinking about and practicing songs to perform at the prom!”

The theme for this year’s Nationals is TV movies. Savannah and I are singing the duet number. It is a song from the movie ‘Rags’. Our mid group number is from high school musical, with Sam and Quinn on lead, and our ending group number/duet is from Camp rock the final Jam, with Rachel and Puck on lead.

I must admit, as much as everyone was skeptical about the set-list at first, we are all really happy with it now. It’s perfect. We have so got the top 3 easy! Thanks to Mr. Schue not giving everything to Rachel. Everyone in Glee club is talented and amazing. And everyone is so beyond tired of Rachel getting lead on EVERYTHING!

Prom this Saturday is really just going to be a huge warm up for the competition, because Nationals is right behind it, from Wednesday to Friday. Of course, Savannah would be bringing some amazing Demi Lovato Sassy and slow songs to the prom, Rachel would probably rock a few ballad’s, (thankfully we convinced her that the people at the prom wouldn’t appreciate the amazingness of Barbara Streisand). We planned some ridiculous and fun numbers Finn and I, since Mr. Schue was more than excited to have Blaine jam with us at prom, we’ll be a trio. (Mr. Schue is insanely excited for Blaine to be coming to McKinley next year, even though he said he probably couldn’t be very committed to Glee. He’s hoping he can still be a part time member or something. Oh Mr. Schue.) The boy band trio, Artie, Sam, and Puck, planned some fun and boy bandy numbers, and Mercedes, Tina, and Santana were excited to bring some soul to the table. Brittany, and Quinn are planning some blonde stuff. Whatever that means. I guess we’ll find out.

I am really psyched about prom, but I have to admit, I am way more psyched to go to New York. Next week was going to be amazing!!

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Friday night dinner today is kind of crowded, I must say. Blaine is over because, well, I called him, and his parents are at another work thing, so he can stay out as late as he wants, and Savannah is over because both of her parents are working the night shift, her brother Justin is sleeping over at a friends house for the night, Sav and I haven’t had a Friday night sleepover in much too long, and Blaine wasn’t too comfortable with her home being alone yet anyway, so it all worked out.

‘Not until she can take better care of herself without reminding.’ I quoted Blaine’s frustrations.

Sure, I really missed having Blaine to myself, but it was either, have Sav over for dinner with us, or not have Blaine over because he’d be over there. It was a no brainer. And I was gonna have Sav over tonight anyway.

Not that there is anything wrong with having Savvy over for dinner. I love her company. Always, but seriously, this is just weird. Like… really weird. Blaine, mom, dad and I might as well not even exist. She and Finn seriously have not been quiet for 2 seconds in over a half an hour. They are talking and talking about glee club, and food, and gossiping about Puck and Quinn, and Rachel, and they were blabbing about TV, and video games and-

“Ok, I don’t know how you like super Mario better than donkey kong! Monkeys are so freaking superior to a couple of overall wearing plumbers Finn! Seriously!”

“Italian overall wearing plumbers!” Finn defended. And they both started to crack up again.

“Okay, I think I am going to vomit.” I said aloud. But the new best friends didn’t even seem to hear it.

“Kurt c’mon. Be nice, they’ve kind of got some chemistry going on there. It’s cute.” Carole chimed, starting to clear plates from the table.

“Or dangerous.” Burt said, shaking his head in amusement.

Blaine chuckled. “Just don’t let them up to Finns room where the game consoles are. We may never see them again.”

Now the rest of us started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Finn asked at the same time that Savannah said, “What are you guys talking about?”

They were so oblivious to the rest of the table, caught up in their own conversation.

When dinner was over, all of us teens headed out to the den to play some board games.

On the first of what would become many bathroom breaks for the night Savannah left the room and, Finn came to my side.

“Ok. Uhm, personal space Finn. Seriously. We’ve been having this conversation for 3 years, and you still forget?”

Finn backed away as it dawned on him, “Oh yeah. Sorry Bro.” Blaine just snorted, and continued setting up the game of LIFE.

“What can I help you with Finny?”

Finn rolled his eyes, “Don’t call me that. I wanted to ask you something.”

I just widened my eyes like, ‘Go on. I’m waiting.’

“Ok. Savannah is like, really…. Cool! I never knew she was so…… Awesome. And fun.”

I chucked a little. “Well, why else did you think we kept her around?”

“Countless entertainment.” Blaine added counting LIFE money.

Finn laughed. “I thought you were all friends because she is as talented as Rachel, but not half as-“

“Arrogant? Annoying? Conceeded?” I offered.

“Yeah. I guess.” He agreed. “Anyway, I think I want to ask her to prom, but I don’t know if like, it’d be weird for you and Blaine…”

Blaine came to sit on the couch beside Finn and I; “You realize Savannah and I aren’t dating right? The three of us don’t have some weird orgy thing going on. She’s just pregnant by me, and Kurt is my boyfriend and her best friend, so we agreed to all be in this together. But she can date whoever she wants. She’s IS single.”

Finn looked in deep thought, like he was just brought out of some huge confusion.

“And, she’s a sophomore, so she can’t even get into the prom without an upperclassmen as a date.” I chimed. “Go for it.”

“But, I thought you said the Glee club is performing at the prom. That gets her into prom anyway doesn’t it?” Blaine asked, slipping back to the floor.

Oh yeah. She was already going to the prom.

“Ok. Awesome. So I can just ask her if she’ll go with me then?”

Blaine bit his lip a little, but then shrugged. I looked at him with a questioning stare. Something was wrong. But his face didn’t match what he said. “Yeah. Go for it.”

Finn’s eyes went wide as if he was shocked at the answer. He stood up and trotted out of the den.

“Wait! We’re supposed to be starting a game!?” I called.

“I’ll be back in a bit! I have to ask mom about something! Don’t start without me!”

I rolled my eyes. My brothers such a nut-bar. But I love him. Him dating Savannah would be kind of cute. He deserved someone who would enjoy his actual company and not just his singing voice. Someone who wouldn’t demand presents, and just want him to be hot, and hold her purse on the red carpet.

I turned back to Blaine who was twiddling his fingers, and looking extremely nervous. “What’s wrong Blaine? I saw your expression change when we said Savannah was going to be at the prom.”

I started to feel a little weird myself at his hesitance. He couldn’t be jealous of Finn liking Savannah could he? I mean, he doesn’t have feelings like that for her right?

“…..Should she even go to the prom? I mean, she’s already going to Nationals, and is gonna be dancing all over the place. But prom, would that be too much?” Blaine asked.

I wanted to laugh. He doesn’t have feelings for Savannah. He’s just worried about the babies. Lately my jealousy has been stupidly constant in my head. I can’t help it! I keep thinking about the weird connection that Blaine keeps having to her, and it’s playing on my insecurities. I can’t help worrying. But every time I get to feeling like that, Blaine zigs instead of zags, and my doubts are washed away.

Until the next time my damn insecurities come out to play again. I should just stop worrying.

I sighed in relief, a little too obviously. “No Blaine. I wouldn’t worry. She was totally awesome in rehearsals all week. She’s even been totally sweaty and exhausted after our group number, and she downs a whole bottle of water. She gets back up and back into it no problem. When she gets too tired, Mr. Schue has her sit down for a while. She doesn’t argue. I think she’ll be fine. I totally guilt tripped her earlier this week about harming the babies, and I think it home. She won’t over do it.”

Blaine nodded, and let out a relieved breath as well. He went back to setting up the game. I slid off the couch though and grabbed his face. He met my eyes and I attached my lips to his. His lips parted his lips right away, and when I pulled away with a hard suck to his bottom lip, his eyes stayed closed for a moment. “I love you, you know that?” I told him.

He opened his eyes, and grabbed my waist. “I love you too.” And he grabbed my waist and laid me back kissing me again.

A light kiss, became making out in 2 seconds. Blaine over me was ecstasy, and I brought my hands to rest in his curls.

And of course Savannah is a complete-

“Sorry to be a cock block but seriously? On the game board?”

Blaine got off of leaning on me, and I just then realized several poking things in my back.

Hmm…. You’d think I’d have noticed that.

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The game of LIFE was more fun than anyone thought it would be.

Blaine and I got a car full of kids. 2 boys and two girls.

Finn and Savannah Got 2 kids. A boy and a girl. The games was hilarious. Finn skipped college and ended up bankrupting twice. Lol. We had a blast. Finn and Savannah were totally geeking out through the whole game, which turned out actually to be fine because it gave Blaine and I more time to give each other subtle kisses, and be flirty without them noticing or telling us to get a room. Thankfully though, now that the game is over, Blaine and I were free to escape to my room. With Prom tomorrow night, we had things to discuss.

“So. Prom night.” Blaine said nervously.

I nodded. “Prom night.”

It was quiet now though. I guess neither of us knew what to say. Even though we were both thinking similarly. I was sure of it.

“Okay, I just want to know if we are going to be a complete cliché or not.”

Blaine burst out laughing. “Ok. Hilarious that we are both thinking the same thing. I don’t want to be a high school cliché either.”

That’s kind of a relief.

“But,” he added, after the laughter died down a bit. “I do kind of… I don’t know.”

“What Blaine? Tell me.” I said moving closer to his side.

“I-“  he stammered. “I don’t think we’re ready to go all the way yet, but- I don’t know, I guess I just- I want to spend more time with you when prom is over. I mean, it ends at 11:30, and that’s just, really early. I want my prom night to be as magical as you are, and I want to be with you longer.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I know what he means. We don’t really get any privacy very often together. Prom night is a great excuse to be a little rebellious and stay out late. But where would we go?

“Okay, but where do you suggest we go after prom is over?” I asked.

Because Blaine is right. I want to spend all night with him, and I never get to. Who cares if I get grounded? I mean, I’d rather not, but if I do, it’ll be worth it. But still, we need a plan.

“My parents will be gone until Tuesday. We can go to my house?”

I’ve never been to Blaine’s house before, and I am seriously finding the thought of finally going there, EXTREMELY thrilling.

“Ok.” I said, climbing over him on my bed.

I straddled his hips, and kissed his lips quickly. He brought his hands to my hips, but his face looked very worried.

“Don’t worry babe. I have a plan.”

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Savannah Pov

Kurt and Blaine of course, disappeared upstairs the second the game was over. They even just left the game out, and Finn and I have to clean it all up. Sigh!

Couples!

“Hey. You’re lucky to don’t live with one of them. You should see them at the dinner table sometimes besides Fridays. They are even more inseparable on the weekdays.”

I believe that. Haha!

“I bet. Even when Blaine is at my house and Kurt isn’t around. We talk a lot, and we’re good friends and everything, but I can always see it. In his eyes, he misses Kurt. I think they are seriously soulmates.”

“Maybe.” Finn mumbled, putting the LIFE money into their respective slots.

It got quiet except for the shuffling of hands, and the clinking and clanking of the game pieces. When the game was completely put away, the box now in front of the coffee table, Finn got up from the floor, and reached a hand out to me. “Sorry. I know I’m heavy.”

Finn just smiled, “Don’t apologize. And you’re really not heavy.”

I blushed. Finn was really being so sweet tonight. Honestly, he was being like this all week. Once he helped pull me up, I sat on the couch immediately after he did.

“So…. Savannah, I uh. I wanted to ask you….”

I got suddenly very very nervous. Is he about to ask me……

I gulped, and I hoped he didn’t notice…….

“Do you- Would you like to- Will you go to Prom with me?” He finally blurted out.

I opened my mouth. I wanted to smile. But run away.

Finn in really cute, and seriously being raised by Burt for the past few years, made him a respectful young man, and a major sweetheart. He’s somewhat of a straight version of Kurt. Who wouldn’t want to go out with Finn?

But there is that. Finn has gone out with Santana, and Rachel, and Quinn. I don’t want to just be another step on his ladder.

But no. I’ve learned that he’s not like that. Girls are always the ones who break his heart, I hear, but still……. I don’t know.

Am I even worthy of Finn Hudson?

Right as the thought came through my brain, I looked down. I noticed that I can’t see my feet.

Oh God! Because I am pregnant. What the hell am I thinking? What is he thinking?

I’m pregnant with his brother’s boyfriends babies. He has to think I’m a slut. Why would he want to go out with me?

“Um…. Wh-what do you mean?” I said, realizing that he can’t really be asking me to prom.

Finn looked around the room as if someone else was going to show up, and he was clearly confused.

“I want to take you to prom.”

I was freaking. Seriously freaking. “Oh, you mean, you want to give me a ride? I think Kurt was gonna-“

“No, Savannah, I-“ he sighed. “I want us to go together. You know, I get you a corsage to match your dress, and I drive you there, we dance, I drive you back home….. Prom stuff.”

Prom stuff? What does he-

Nevermind.

Oh my god! He’s asking me to prom! He asked me to prom! What do I say?

“Uhm….” I was so blanking! This is the most uncool thing I have ever done!

“I- I-……. I have to pee.” And I ran off, out of the den, and up the stairs. I need Kurt.

Though maybe I should pee first.

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I washed my face a third time before leaving the restroom. God I feel like an idiot! I ran out of the room when the hottest guy in school just asked me to prom. Could I be anymore lame?

I peeked out the door to see if Finn was upstairs, and when the hall was empty, I walked to Kurt’s room. I knocked on the door and heard two groans of annoyance in response.

“Sorry guys, but- I need to talk to you!” I said coming in, and Kurt was up buttoning his jeans, and Blaine was turned away from the door and looked to be doing the same thing.

Oh.

I interrupted.

“You couldn’t have waited like, 1 more minute?”

I raised my eyebrows and contemplated leaving the room right now. I really interrupted.

“I’m really sorry you guys. I didn’t know you’d be-“

“Obviously!” Kurt sneered.

I obviously really irritated Kurt. When Blaine turned around, looking rumpled, he didn’t look as phased. He just shrugged, but he was probably holding it in.

I wonder what they were-

Ok, none of my business.

”Well, now that you’ve clearly ruined the moment, what do you need?”

I came further into the room, and closed the door behind me. I sat at the edge of the bed, but then looked behind me seeing the messed up sheets, and got back up.

“Oh please you drama queen!! You interrupted before we could get anything on the sheets.”

I put my hands to cover my face because I knew I was blushing. The thought of them doing-

I took a breath, and sat back down.

“Okay. Finn asked me to go to prom with him……”

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