“If looks could kill…” Mel said, chuckling nervously, quite intimidated by the glare Rachel was giving, “Do you know that guy?”

Rachel’s eyes snapped to Mel, who she had forgotten was still sitting next to her and her eyes narrowed.

“You could say that.”

She craned her neck to peak at Kurt, making sure he wasn’t watching.

However, it seemed Kurt was too immersed in the song and Blaine, who was also watching his boyfriend with an equally dopey love-struck expression on his face.

She looked back to Oscar, who was deep in conversation with two other men stood next to him. She wondered whether he had seen Kurt yet. Her gut instinct was telling her not.

Good, Rachel thought, it’ll buy me some time. Like HELL am I going to let the just-developed romance between my two best gay boy friends be ruined by an old fake flame! Who does the universe think I am?

She leant over and whispered a quick, ‘cover for me’ into Mel’s ear and stormed across the room to Oscar, in a true Rachel Berry fashion.

The man stood next to her target elbowed him as she approached, looking slightly confused as why Rachel looked so, murderous.

Oscar turned, mid-laugh from his previous conversation. His face fell and was immediately void of colour as he makes eye contact with Rachel.

“What are you doing here?!” Rachel said angrily, getting straight to the point and jabbing a finger into his chest with every word.

Oscar cleared his throat and slapped a half smile on his face.

“Don’t worry babe, this was accidental. I didn’t know you’d be here.” He replied, slightly defensive, though he was now smirking.

“Well leave.” Rachel demands, “Right now. Before Kurt sees you.” She adds.

“Kurt’s here?” Oscar’s eyes sweep the bar and he spots him on stage with Blaine, still singing and wrapped up in their own world.

“Damn,” Oscar lets out a low whistle, “That boy has grown up. I thought he was attractive before, but now…” he trailed off, gaze still lingering on Kurt.

Rachel’s mouth dropped open and she started gaping.

“Close your mouth sweetheart,” Oscar’s smirk got wider, “Yep; what you’re thinking is correct. I’m bi.”

Rachel’s mouth drops open even further, if that’s possible.

Oscar stars into space, as though pondering a deep thought.

“I wonder if Kurt would ever give me a second chance,” He winked, “if you know what I mean.”

Rachel felt a flare of anger and searched the bar desperately. She spots the soda hose behind the bar and grabs it, pressing the button quickly and drowning Oscar in the liquid.

And when Kurt asks her later why she smells like diet coke, she simply shrugs.