"Alright we're coming in!"

Kurt tried to bury himself underneath his blankets more, by pulling them over his head.

"No way."

Someone pulled his blanket away, "Hey!" he yelled trying to grab it back.

Standing there was Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. "Are you serious right now?" Quinn asked him putting a hand on her hip.

"What?" Kurt groaned.

"Look," Santana sat on his bed, "I know after Fancy Pants sang you that song you have been out of it, but we have Nationals coming up and you can't be down like this."

"Like you care," Kurt said.

"Well Lady Face," Santana said to him, "Sadly I do."

"We always care about our Unicorn," Brittany smiled as she bounced on the bed.

Kurt laughed, "Thanks Brit."

"You realize we can't do this routine with you," Quinn said to him, "And just because you can't bump Santana, you can take down Kristy or even Debby for their spots."

Kurt nodded his head slowly, "Yeah I know."

Santana sighed, "Look fine you can have your spot back, only under one condition though."

"What?" Kurt asked her.

"You let me pick your date for prom," Santana said simply.

Kurt shook his head, "No, I don't think so. That last time you set me up with someone they weren't even a guy."

"So what," Santana waved her hand, "I know plenty of gay men now. All those cheerleading camps we go to. You'll be fine, I will find you a nice hot piece of ass."

"I will only agree to those conditions if you promise to make sure he knows how to dress," Kurt said giving her a small smile.

Brittany reached over and wrapped her arms around Kurt's neck, "This is going to be the best junior prom ever."

"This is going to be the worst junior prom ever," Rachel huffed as she fell on to her bed.

Blaine snorted a laugh, "Why do you say that?"

"Because Finn doesn't know how to do anything romantic," Rachel groaned throwing an arm over her face, "He thought it would be alright to go to prom in his beat up old truck."

"What's wrong with that?"

Rachel sat up and hit Blaine with the pillow on her bed, "Don't you dare say that Blaine Anderson."

"I know," Blaine smiled, "But you have to admit he is clueless sometimes."

"And that's why I have you," Rachel smiled at him.

Blaine shook his head, "What do you mean?"

"You are going to help Finn with all of this prom stuff," Rachel shuffled over to him on her bed, "Please Blaine, it would mean the world to me. Please. Please."

Blaine sighed, "Fine I suppose I can help."

"Good," Rachel nodded, "Now have you asked Sebastian yet?"

Blaine shook his head, "No I haven't seen him since last weekend when we went out for coffee and we started talking about other things."

"Oh," Rachel smiled and bumped his shoulder.

"Not like that," Blaine said pushing her away, "He got talking about school and lacrosse."

"Well were you going to ask him?" Rachel asked hopefully.

"I guess," Blaine said giving a shrug, "I brought it up before and he seemed sort of interested."

"And to singing a duet with me?" she asked grabbing his arm.

Blaine sighed, "If I agree to this will you stop hounding me over the fact that I may have chose to go to New York for college."

Rachel turned and stared at him, "Oh my god!" she jumped on him, "You're coming to New York?"

"I am," Blaine laughed, "I talked to my parents about it and they sort of agreed with you."

"What do you mean?"

"They think if I go to NYU then I will learn to be more dependent," Blaine said, "And you are right they have a wonderful pre-law program that I can get into."

"This is going to be amazing," Rachel squealed, "Oh my gosh, we need to start looking up apartments this summer." She stood up and walked over to her bookshelf taking her New York binder from one of the shelves, "I was going to live in the dorms at NYADA, but now we should totally get a tiny apartment together where we will drive each other nuts and fight over the bathroom. This is going to be so exciting."

"Rach, shouldn't we pick a song for our junior prom first?" Blaine asked her.

"What?" Rachel looked up from her New York binder, "You're right." She leaned over on the side of her bed and grabbed another binder labeled, 'Songs to Sing with Blaine.'

"Do you have one of those for everyone?" Blaine asked her.

Rachel looked at him, "Of course. How else would I have perfect song selections every time?"

"Why do I ask?" Blaine laughed, "Fine then. What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Rachel smiled over at him.

Blaine wasn't sure if he liked that look or not, but he figured when you're singing a duet with Rachel Berry, you just better have the balls to sing it.

"And you swear this is a real picture of him?" Kurt asked Santana.

"God yes," Santana said shutting her locker, "I would not lie to you about a man's face."

"I bet there is something wrong with him," Kurt said to her, "I bet you paid him. What did you do?"

Santana groaned, "I can't take this anymore. Either go to the prom with him or don't. I couldn't careless. Now I'm off to think about more important things like running for prom queen."

Santana walked off and Kurt looked back down at the picture she had sent him. The guy was pretty cute. She told him his name was Bobby, which sort of threw Kurt off at first, but decided to give him a chance. He was a cheerleader at another school, he wasn't paying attention to which school though.

Bobby was apparently a few inches taller than Kurt. Not only was he a cheerleader, he was on his school's debate and lacrosse team.

"He knows how to handle a stick," Santana had teased him.

Kurt sighed if he was ever going to get his first real date before going to New York, then this was the time. And who knows he might have fun.

"Right, I'll meet you then. Bye."

Kurt turned around and spied Blaine standing there. They hadn't talked since he had sung to him. To be completely honest, Kurt didn't know how to feel about it. His heart did that whoosh thing again and he didn't know what to think of any of it.

"Are you trying to think of new nicknames?" Blaine asked him, "Because I recently recall Santana calling me Fancy Pants. I actually had to laugh at that one."

"I didn't say you could talk," Kurt snapped.

Blaine took a step back, "Woah, what the hell is your problem?"

Kurt stood up straight, "I have no problem. And I will have no problem going to the prom with my date next Saturday."

"Yeah, well me too," Blaine said back, "I'm going with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

Both of them turned around and saw a guy walking up to them wearing a dark blue school uniform with red accents. He was just a bit taller than Kurt, but had a meerkat face, or at least that's what Kurt called it.

Blaine froze, "Umm."

"No I like it," the guy said wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist, "Who are you?" he said turning towards Kurt.

"This is Kurt Hummel," Blaine said introducing them, "My fr-someone I go to school with," he said catching himself.

"Well it's nice to meet you Kurt. I'm Sebastian Smythe and apparently this one's boyfriend."

Kurt gritted his teeth together, "I don't care."

"Why?" Sebastian stared at him, "Jealous?"

"Of Blaine?" Kurt asked with a laugh, "Please. I wouldn't be caught talking to the dweeb. Much less..."

Blaine felt Sebastian's grip tighten on his hip, "How about we go get that coffee now," he said, "And then I can formally ask you to come to my prom."

"I would like that," Sebastian nodded his head, "See you around Carl."

Kurt just stomped his foot and turned away, "Good luck with that one Blanderson."

"That wasn't very nice," Blaine said to Sebastian.

"And he was?" Sebastian said wave a hand, "Like I care. Now about this prom of yours?"

"Yeah," Blaine said as they were walking out to Sebastian's car, "I mean I didn't mean to spring the whole boyfriend thing on you like that."

"I don't mind," Sebastian grinned, "I just think to be your boyfriend I would have to kiss you and you haven't let me do that yet."

Blaine blushed, "Well you never know," he answered. He smacked a hand on his forehead, stupidest reply ever.

Sebastian drove them to the Lima Bean and they went inside ordering their drinks. Once they sat down Blaine listened to Sebastian go on about something the Warblers were doing.

Blaine hadn't known, but Sebastian was in the Warblers when they faced off during Regionals. Sebastian claimed to have remembered him, but he wasn't sure.

"You look more distant than usual," Sebastian said.

Blaine shook his head, "Oh sorry."

"Was it something that Old Betty White said?" Sebastian asked him.

"Who?" Blaine asked, "You mean Kurt?"

"Who else would I mean?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you know," Blaine sat up, "Did you want to go to my prom with me?"

"When is it?"

Blaine froze, he thought Sebastian would just say yes. He didn't realize he had to make time for him. "It's next Saturday, not the upcoming one," he explained.

"I don't think I have a meeting or anything," Sebastian shrugged, "Why don't you count me in. Now the whole boyfriend thing, is that up for asking as well."

"Well...I...I mean I guess," Blaine shrugged.

"Good," Sebastian smiled over at him, "Blaine Ex-Warbler I am going to rock your world."

"He didn't even ask," Blaine said pacing around his room. "I mean he had to think about going to prom with me, but no he just assumed I wanted to be boyfriends with him. I mean he could have at least asked me. I'm not some insane person that hooks up with every gay guy I meet."

He fell down on to his bed, "Sometimes I think you're the only one that really listens to me Angel," he reached over and started petting the golden retriever's fur.

The dog jumped down off his bed and out of the room.

"Well fine then," Blaine said to the open door, "Why don't you just go find someone else." He flopped over onto his back, "And even my dog doesn't want to hear me go on and on."

Suddenly his phone started ringing and he picked it up with looking at the caller ID, "Hello."

"I need your advice."

Blaine sat up on his elbows, "What do you need Finn."

"I'm at the flower shop and I was picking out a corsage for Rachel. There are so many flowers Blaine! So many," Finn exclaimed.

Blaine laughed, "Alright, tell me where you are and I will meet you there."

"Awesome dude, I'm at some shop named Loreta's I think," Finn said through the phone.

"No," Blaine said shaking his head, "Leave. Get in your car and I will meet you at Teresa's Florists. It's just down the street and to the left you can't miss it."

"Really?" Finn asked.

Blaine laughed, "Really. I'll see you in about ten minutes."

"Okay," Finn said and he hung up his phone.

Blaine shoved his phone in his pocket and grabbed his wallet and keys. He figured he may as well get Sebastian's boutonnière as well.

When Blaine arrived at the flower shop Finn was sitting in his truck. He hopped out when he saw Blaine had made it. "Thank you so much for the help. I tried to ask Kurt, but he was busy with his cheerleading thing."

"It's no problem," Blaine said as they walked into the shop. "Not that you made the wrong choice by going to the other flower shop, I just know the flowers here are fresher and they are more affordable for high school proms."

"Thanks," Finn smiled at him, "Wow, it smells really pretty in here."

The woman behind the counter laughed, "Hello boys, how can I help you?"

"I need a corsage for my girlfriend for prom," Finn said, "And I am totally lost."

"I take it you called in a friend for help?" the woman asked pointing over at Blaine.

"Yes," Blaine nodded, "And I need to put an order down for a boutonniere."

"That's right man," Finn said clapping him on the back, "Everyone is going to have a date for prom this year."

"Seems like it yeah," Blaine nodded.

"Alright well let's get you two started then," the woman said, "What kind of flowers do you want for the corsage?"

"What about a green one?" Finn asked.

Blaine let his head fall into his hands, "No Finn. I've seen Rachel's dress and it should match her eyes as well."

"Oh," Finn said confused, "I'm glad you're here than."

"Just pick a flower a nice shade of pink," Blaine told him, "And you could add some simple baby's breaths around them."

"Baby's breath?" Finn asked.

The lady laughed quietly, "It's a small white flower," she showed Finn, "They make the corsage look fuller."

"Oh good," Finn nodded. They talked and Finn chose some flowers he liked with Blaine's approval. Finn put in his order.

"Your turn sweetie," the woman said grabbing another order form, "What would you like?"

Blaine looked around, he wasn't sure at all. He looked around and found a small blue flower, it was a beautiful shade that would have matched Kurt's eyes. Shaking his head, no he was here to get something for Sebastian, but then he thought about it and he didn't even know the color of Sebastian's eyes.

"Dude, did you like that one?"

Blaine looked down and he was holding the small blue flower, "What. No. How about one of these," he said pointing to a simple white rose. He figured it was simple enough and elegant, considering he didn't exactly know what Sebastian was going to wear color wise.

"Nice selection," the woman smiled at him, "You know your stuff."

"Thanks," Blaine blushed, "I've had practice when I went with my friends to get them for there dates."

"Well it's a good practice to pick up," the woman laughed, "I get guys coming in here without a clue, choosing red roses for the wrong occasions and orchids when they should have chosen lilies."

Blaine let a small laugh, "Yeah, I guess sometimes someone just needs a little help."

"They should be ready the day before you boys have prom, so you can pick them up then or the day of," the woman said after she charged them for their purchases.

The pair walked out of the shop. "Thanks for all your help," Finn said, "I mean I know Rachel would be happy with anything, but I think you got it spot on."

"I know what you mean," Blaine smiled over at him.

"And we're excited to meet this guy you are bringing," Finn said bumping his shoulder, "I will have to give you some tips on some of my moves."

"Okay," Blaine said with a laugh, "I'll see you at school on Monday."

"Yep," Finn waved as he got into his truck.

Blaine made his way into his own car and laid his forehead on the steering wheel, "Dating advice from Finn?" he sound to himself out load. "And I'm talking to myself again and I can't even blame my dog." He put his car in drive and drove off.