Blaine was surprised when he got a text from Kurt on Wednesday afternoon asking if he could come over to work on their project again. He could only come over on the weekend again because of his cheerleading practice and Blaine's Glee club practice.

As he was straightening up his room from the past week, Blaine realized Kurt had probably seen his Vogue collection sitting on his shelf. Course he also probably saw his vintage camera collection too.

Blaine shook his head and stopped worrying about what Kurt thought of his room. He may admit he did have a crush on him, but it wasn't worth worrying over whether or not Kurt liked his room.

There was a knock at the front door and Blaine ran down the steps to get it. He opened the door. There stood Kurt, and he wasn't wearing his Cheerio uniform again. Blaine wouldn't admit it out loud, but he preferred Kurt when he wasn't wearing it.

"Hello," Blaine smiled, "Come on in."

Kurt took a step inside the house, "Look I've only got about an hour and half today, and then I have to leave."

"That's fine," Blaine nodded, "We can work on the project more in the week. Just have a seat in the living room, are you thirsty or hungry or anything?"

"No, I'm fine," Kurt shook his head as they walked into the room and sitting there was Blaine's school things.

Angel came walking and must have remembered Kurt, because she didn't jump up on him again, but waited for Kurt to pet her gently. That's when Kurt finally took a moment to realize something different from last weekend.

Blaine sat down on the couch, "What's wrong?"

"Your parents aren't home?" Kurt asked sitting down beside him, but leaving space.

"Nah," Blaine shook his head, "Now did we want to start with Hamlet's relationship with his father or uncle?"

Kurt thought for a moment, "I think his father, since he is the one introduced first through the whole ghost thing."

"True," Blaine gave a nod, "Good call." Angel had curled into a ball by Blaine's feet and closed her eyes.

"Thanks," Kurt smiled as he wrote down something in his notebook. They worked over the next hour and didn't stop until Kurt realized he really had to use the bathroom.

"Erm, Blaine," Kurt said setting down his pencil.

Blaine looked up from his post-it note covered book, "What is it?"

"Bathroom?"

"Oh right, it's down that hallway and to your left. Don't worry it's the guest bathroom," Blaine said with a smile and went back to his reading.

Kurt wondered what Blaine meant by that comment, but just shrugged. He walked down the hall and saw the first door on the left was open. That room wasn't the bathroom, but a huge study. There were books lining the walls and papers covering every inch of the desk.

There was a picture on the wall along the hallway, while there were other pictures, this one caught Kurt's eye. There sat Blaine's mom and dad, and Blaine was standing in back of them, with another man. He certainly looked like Blaine, but he had a slight smile on his face, which Blaine did not. It must have been a family portrait from a few years ago he guessed. Blaine looked almost sad in the photo, not the happy Glee goer he has seen at school.

Kurt felt as if he was prying so he ran into the bathroom, which was the next door. And Blaine was right, this was the guest room. It was amazingly clean and didn't have the homely feeling of a lived in bathroom.

Blaine was wondering what was taking Kurt so long, but waited patiently until he came back and sat down. They set back to work until he looked over and Kurt looked puzzled, "Something wrong?"

"No," Kurt shook his head, "But I should get going. I need to be somewhere."

"That's fine," Blaine shrugged shutting his book, "Do you think we should meet sometime during the week? The project is due in two weeks."

"Sure," Kurt said as he stood up putting his papers and book away, "I'll have to text you though, we may have practice."

"Me too," Blaine nodded.

"Okay," Kurt said as then he realized Blaine's parents didn't come home, "Are you alright with your parents not being home yet?"

Blaine gave a laugh, "I think I'll be okay. See you later Kurt, have fun at Tana's party."

Kurt turned around to look at Blaine, "What?"

"Sorry, Santana's party," Blaine smiled, "You know I do go the same school as you I know where the parties are."

Kurt nodded slowly, "Right, so I suppose you were invited?"

"Oh no, not for years," Blaine said with a sigh, "But you should get going, don't want to be late."

Kurt didn't respond, he just walked out the door and heard Blaine close it behind him. He personally thought it was odd that Blaine's parents weren't home. And then Blaine calling Santana the nickname only he had ever heard her parents call her. As he started his car, Kurt knew there was more to Blaine Anderson then he knew.

Kurt drove home and ran up to his room to change clothes because he was not going to the party in the same clothes he wore during the day. He walked down the stairs to find his Dad, but he wasn't home.

There was a note on counter for him.

Kurt, I know you had somewhere to be tonight, so have fun. Don't wait up for me. �" Dad

Kurt crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. He loved his Dad and he loved how happy his dad is now, but dating wasn't something he thought his dad would get into. He just recovered from his heart attack from about a half a year ago.

Grabbing his jacket, Kurt walked out the front door and hopped into his Navigator. He drove over to Santana's house, knowing he was early anyways.

Kurt knocked on the front door and waited until he saw Brittany open the door, "Kurt! Come on, we are setting up."

Kurt followed Brittany into the kitchen and found Santana with Puck laying out all of the alcohol on the counter. "Kurtie!" Santana said excitedly, "Puck here got us all the good stuff."

Kurt smiled, "Good, I need it."

"What's wrong with you?" Quinn asked appearing from the hall.

"Nothing," Kurt waved his hand, "Drink?"

Puck poured five shots, "Let's get this party started all!"

After that, people started pouring into Santana's house. Drinks were being drunk by the cupfuls. The music was loud and people were dancing and grinding against one another.

Blaine was sleeping in his bed when he heard his phone ringing. He sat up and turned on the lamp next to his bed. Reaching over to grab his phone, he wondered who would be calling his phone at two in the morning.

"Hello?" he said without looking at caller ID figuring it must be his parents.

"Hello! BLAINE!"

Blaine pulled the phone away from his ear. The background noise was loud enough with the yelling person on the phone.

"It's Kurt," he giggled through the phone.

Blaine didn't say anything, because he was speechless over the entire thing. He knew that Kurt was at Santana's party, obviously drunk, and calling him.

"Are you there? Blaine?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Good! See it's really him!"

"Alright, I'm going to hang up now Kurt," Blaine said pulling the phone away from his ear again.

"No wait�""

Blaine hit end on his phone. While he would like to talk to Kurt, talking to a Drunk Kurt just sounds like trouble. Throwing his phone back on his bed side table, he turned the lamp off and tried to fall asleep.

The next day Rachel came over to discuss their assignment for Glee club. She walked in and instantly started rambling about something Finn said to her.

"Rachel, not that I don't love how open you are with me," Blaine said, "But something happened last night and I'm not exactly sure how to go about it."

"Does it have to do with why you look so tired?" Rachel said sitting on his bed, "I mean I understand a rough night, but you look awful."

"Thank you Rachel," Blaine said rolling his eyes. "Actually, you know what. Never mind. I think I just didn't sleep well because my parents weren't home." He decided not to tell her. Maybe, it was better if no one knew about what happened last night when Kurt called his phone.

"If you say so," Rachel sighed knowing he wasn't telling her something, but didn't want to push. "Now about that Katy Perry song," she grinned at him.

Kurt walked down the hallway of McKinley, with his head still pounding. He didn't know how much he drank at Santana's that night. The two things he remembered was drinking and then waking up the next morning on her couch.

"You still look like crap," Quinn said walking next to him.

Kurt groaned, "Yeah, well I feel it too. Why did you let me drink that much?"

"I believe you are the one that said to us, 'I, Kurt Hummel, plan to get insanely drunk tonight and if any of you stop me I will show the pictures I have from the sophomore year cheerleading camp' unquote," Quinn said as they finally stopped at his locker.

"Whatever," Kurt said taking out his books. "I lost my phone, did I leave it at Santana's house?"

"You seem to do that a lot," Quinn told him.

Kurt sighed, "Does she have it or not?"

"Ask her yourself," she pointed in back of him.

Santana and Brittany walked up to him, "You left this at my house," Santana handed him the phone he was looking for all weekend.

"Thank you," Kurt said grabbing the phone from her hands. "God, my Dad went nuts when I said I left it somewhere again."

"I don't understand how you lose it all the time," Santana said looking as he looked through the phone.

Brittany held up her phone, "I have a GPS in my phone, so I will never lose it. It's this app I have."

"Brit if the GPS app is in your phone, how will you find the phone when you lose it?" Quinn asked her.

"By using the app," Brittany told her with a smile.

Quinn stared at her, "But�""

"I wouldn't argue," Santana shrugged, "I tried explaining it to her and I got nothing. So who is ready for Coach Sylvester's practice today? I heard we are going to start deciding who is on top of the pyramid."

"How exciting," Kurt said as he shut his locker, "Hopefully it won't be Tasha, I heard she got a bigger ass over Christmas break."

The girls and Kurt laughed, "Never gonna happen," they all said in unison as they walked down the hall.

Blaine hated Wednesdays. He knew everyone hated Mondays because it was the beginning of the week. He hated Wednesdays because it was the middle of the week, and he just survived two days of school and still had more to go.

Rachel walked up to him, "Hey you, I have a question to ask."

"Sure, what is it?" Blaine asked shutting his locker lightly.

"As we know junior prom is coming up next month," Rachel explained, "And you have never been to a dance."

"I have not," Blaine smiled as he leaned on his locker.

"Please come," Rachel pleaded, "We all want you to come and maybe we can find you a date."

"I'll think about it," Blaine said to her, "I know what you mean though." They both started walking down the hall, "It's pretty much our only junior prom, I suppose I can sacrifice one night out to celebrate with everyone."

"Yay!" Rachel hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "And if you so happen to get a date, that would just be fine as well."

"Right," Blaine rolled his eyes, "Because I'm sure the twenty guys waiting outside my house right now for my hand are just anxious to see which one will get the rose."

"You will find somebody some day," Rachel held his hand, "I promise, but before then I was wondering if you would want to go shopping with me this weekend for my prom dress."

"I suppose I can pencil you in," Blaine laughed.

"Great," they had both walked over to Finn's locker, where Rachel smiled at him, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey man," Finn gave him a smile, "You ready for that test in History? I studied but I don't know how well I'm going to do."

Blaine shrugged, "Probably fine, did you look over those flash cards I made for you to study with?"

"I did they were tons of help," Finn nodded, "Thanks."

"No problem," Blaine smiled at him, "I have to get going though. Good luck on the test," he said walking backwards and then turning the corner.

Rachel sighed as she leaned on the locker beside Finn's, "He has no idea how special he is."

"What is that?" Finn asked her.

"Blaine," Rachel pointed where he was standing, "I mean, I love him, but sometimes he can be so stubborn. He agreed to go to prom, but I doubt he will find a date."

"Yeah, the only other gay guy here is Kurt," Finn said.

Rachel bit her bottom lip, "Remember Blaine used to go to that private school before he transferred here just at the beginning of the year."

"Yeah, what is called?"

"Hmm, I think it was Dalton," Rachel snapped her fingers, "That's it and he was part of their Glee club."

"The Garglers?"

"Finn," Rachel gave him a look, "It was the Warblers, like the bird."

"Right sorry," Finn blushed slightly, "So what are we going to go do, drop by and ask if any of them want to go to prom with Blaine?"

"No, I have an even better idea," Rachel jumped up and down excitedly, "I have to go, I have plans to make," she grinned at Finn and ran off.

Finn stood there for a moment until he gave a shrug and walked off to his first hour.

Later on that day in Glee, Blaine sat down in a chair beside Tina who looked over at him giving him a smile, "I heard you decided to come to prom this year."

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, "I figured why not."

"I suspect since we all know you can dance, all of the girls are expecting you to save one for all of us," Tina leaned over and touched their shoulders.

"Oh definitely," Blaine laughed.

Mr. Schuester walked to the front of the class, "Everyone ready to start another week," he said excitedly, "I know that Nationals is coming up right after you guys have prom, which Principal Figgins asked us to sing this year."

Everyone in the class was excited and now chatting enthusiastically about it. "This is going to be great," Tina said to Mike, who nodded his head in agreement.

"Are you saying that we have to sing at our prom?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah," Mr. Schuester said, "Don't worry, we'll make sure to have groups and solos, so all of you will have enough time to dance with your dates."

Blaine looked down at his feet. He was now regretting his decision of going to prom. Maybe he can get out of it. He can say his parents are going out of town and he is going with them or he could say he is sick the day before or...

"Don't you dare," Rachel said from behind him.

Blaine turned around, "What?"

"I know you are scheming in that head how you are going to get out of this," Rachel said crossing her arms over his chest.

"I was not," Blaine said pretending acting offended.

"Of course you weren't," Rachel smiled, "So how about a duet?"

"I don't know Rach, what if we did a quartet or something," Blaine suggested.

Rachel stared at him, "Come on Blaine," she slid down to the seat next to him, "We would sound amazing together and you can show everyone that you do know how to sing."

"I'll think about it," Blaine said trying to get her off the subject.

"Fine," Rachel shrugged, "I can't say I didn't try."