"Mr. Schue, I really think we should do Barbara." Rachel argues yet again.

"Newsflash, hobbit, no one else likes Barbara!" Santana snaps at her.

"We need something more edgy." Puck adds.

"Oh hell to the no. We need some soul up in here. I've got this." Mercedes pipes up.

"Okay, guys, calm down. How about we just do another competition?" Mr. Schue interrupts before things become more hectic.  "Boys against girls?"

"Or we could save our time by coming up with a set-list featuring me strongly on lead vocals..." Rachel suggests in her usual I-will-crush-you-to-get-what-I-want tone.

"Rach, I love you but please shut up." Kurt interjects, and the rest of the club nods vigorously, leaving Rachel to pout.

"and Mr. Schue, while I love the idea of competing, I really don't think boys versus girls is nearly challenging enough and it doesn't give us a chance to portray our strengths." 

"Well what do you suggest then, Kurt?"

"Hmm. I think we should do a day-long 'championship' match style sing-off."

"That actually sounds awesome." Sam cuts in. "But we would need more than one judge."

"Maybe we could get mrs. Pillsbury and Coach Sylvester." Quinn pipes up.

"Okay. Sounds like we're all up to par. What day should we do it then?"

  "Well, there's Cheerio practice on Sunday, so we should do it Saturday." 

"Alright. Is that okay, can everyone make Saturday?" Everyone nods and a couple people high five Kurt.

*saturday; 8:00am*

Why do we have to be there at nine? This is far too early for the weekend.

Oh, poor baby. You'd die as a cheerio. I have to be at the school by 5:30 tomorrow.

I am immensely sorry for you.

It's not so bad, mornings are my friends.

Ah, Kurt? You just referred to a time of day as being your friend.

I know. Don't pretend that it upsets you.

Actually, it's kind of adorable :)

So is your height ;)

HEY! Here I am, legitimately complementing you and you turn around and make fun of my height? Hmph. No more cuddles for you.

NO! BLAINE COME BACK DON'T TAKE AWAY THE CUDDLES!! :(((

Don't look at me like that. You brought the doom upon yourself.

I don't think you interpreted my comment correctly, by the way. I didn't mean to be rude by knocking on your height. I meant it literally. Your height makes you cuter.

Now you're just trying to redeem yourself.

Ugh! You're horrible!

After a long, stressful day of competing for songs in sectionals, Kurt and Blaine head to the Lima Bean to relax over coffee.

"Why am I not surprised we didn't get any solos? Mr. Schue really is biased toward Rachel." Kurt grumbles.

"Hey, you got the baseline in 'give up the funk'. How the hell you managed THAT, I don't understand. No offense, but your voice is a bit-"

"High?" Kurt suggests and Blaine nods.

"That's why I'm complaining. I don't mean to toot my own horn here, but my vocal range is outstanding."

"I don't doubt it.  If your voice is high at rest... How high can you go when you really try?"

"As of last year, I can hit the high in 'defying gravity' with little difficulty."

"Holy shit. Really?!"

"Yep. And yet again the coffee is gone. Wanna come over for dinner?" Kurt asks, smiling hopefully at Blaine.

"Why not? C'mon, let's go." Blaine slides his hand into Kurt's, intertwining their fingers before they both hop into Blaine's car and head to Kurt's house.