Blaine cuddled closer to the plush pillows that smelled faintly familiar, like a mixture of sandalwood and lavender, along with another scent he couldn't identify. He inhaled deeply, glad that it was the weekend, and he could just stay in the mystery bed all day if he wanted to.�

He stretched lazily and glanced at the clock on the dresser. It was almost noon. He sat up slowly, still just barely awake, and glanced around for the bathroom, meaning to take a shower. �It was while he was still under the hot water, singing Katy Perry at the top of his lungs, that Kurt Hummel had to find some way to fix what he had done.�

. �. �.

Kurt was in a panic as he rushed down to lunch. He was NOT the kind of person who cheated on his boyfriend. He brought Dave flowers, planned romantic dates, he even knew Dave's coffee order!

But Blaine was so special. He had felt something more in that �one kiss with Blaine than he had ever felt with Dave.�

The point remained though, that he was with Dave, not Blaine, and he couldn't just break up with him because of one misguided kiss.�

Kurt strode into the dining hall and grabbed the one boy at Dalton who he knew would jump at what Kurt was going to ask him to do. Sebastian looked at the pale boy curiously, but didn't ask any questions when he sat them down at an otherwise empty table.�

"Do you want to be with Blaine?"

Kurt asked bluntly, looking at Sebastian, who shrugged.�

"I'm not sure if 'be with' is the correct term. Do I want to bend him over a table and fu-"

Kurt cut him off with a squeak of protest, blushing furiously. Sebastian just smirked and leaned back into his chair.�

"So yea, I do. Why do you ask?"

Kurt looked at the boy, feeling decidedly less sure about his plan. He took a deep breath and thought about Dave. He was doing this for Dave. Kurt looked back at Sebastian.�

"I kissed�Blaine, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't remember it was me who he kissed. You need to lie to him and say you did what I did. "

Kurt looked at Sebastian pleadingly. The other boy drank his coffee thoughtfully, considering the offer before leaning forward and glaring at Kurt.�

"I'm only doing this to have sex with him. You know that right?"

Kurt nodded quickly.�

"And you don't have any problem with just handing over innocent little Blaine to me? You're 100% okay with it?"

He asked disbelievingly, arching an eyebrow at Kurt.�

"Yes, I'm completely fine with that. Do what you will. "

Sebastian laughed. Kurt watched with bated breath, hoping that he would accept, and also wanting him to get up and leave. He was on the verge of falling apart completely, and just needed the stress to be over. Sebastian stayed silent for another few seconds before sighing.�

"Tell me everything you did. I need details to pull this off. "

Kurt felt immensely relieved as he recited his actions of the night. Still, when Sebastian thanked him and got up to leave, Kurt couldn't help feeling like he had just somehow made everything so much worse.�

He sipped his coffee in silence for another half hour before leaving Dalton and driving up to Lima. He needed to talk to the girls of New Directions.�

. . .

Blaine got out of the shower, smelling like the lavender body wash the usual owner of the room had left. �He wound a towel around his hips and walked back into the bedroom, whistling "Teenage Dream" softly. He had just entered the room when he saw a girl sitting on the bed opposite the grey one, drinking a Diet Pepsi. The girl looked up in confusion and saw Blaine, dropping the soda on the floor.�

They both screamed at about the same time. Blaine dashed back into the bathroom. He sat down on the counter, mind racing. He didn't recognize the girl at all. Girls weren't allowed at Dalton. They were banned. They were on the same level as alcohol and drugs.�

And he was in a strange dorm room, with a strange girl, and he hadn't even had his coffee yet, so it really wasn't fair at all.�

Blaine stood up off the counter. He could deal with this. He was Blaine Anderson. He was confident. He was talented. He was smart. He was dapper.�

He had blacked out after a crying jag and a cat rejection and had no clothes or hair gel.�

Blaine decided it was easier to just curl up on the counter until she went away.�

He had been on the counter for about a minute before he heard a knock at the bathroom door. He froze up for a second before getting up slowly to answer it. He tightened the towel before opening the door and seeing the girl again.�

Blaine looked at the girl. She was blushing bright red and holding out Blaine's Dalton uniform. He took it with a muttered "thanks" before closing it and getting changed.�

He knotted the tie and looked at his reflection for a second before going out to greet the girl.�

She was sitting on the bed again, eyeing Blaine nervously. He sat down on the bed opposite her, crossing his legs. They stared at each other, the room filled with tension. Suddenly, the girl spoke.�

"Are you Kurt?"

Blaine stared at her in shock and confusion before bursting out laughing. He fell back onto the bed, completely wracked with laughter. The girl looked at him indignantly.�

"What? It's a fair question! Kurt is Wes's roommate and you're in Wes's room, so I just assumed..."

She trailed off, waiting for Blaine's giggles to subside. He sat back up and answered breathlessly.�

"No, I'm Blaine. I'm most definitely not Kurt. "

Blaine put on his most charming smile and extended a hand.�

"What's your name?"

She smiled back, shaking his hand.�

"I'm Maria. "

Blaine looked at her in confusion, taking in the blond hair and pale skin.�

"You don't look much like a Maria. No offense or anything. "

Maria laughed.�

"Curse of adoption. My mom is Puerto Rican."

Blaine nodded.�

"Yea, my friend Wes-"

"Is adopted. I know. "

Blaine suddenly realized that Maria was THE Maria, the one Wes had been waxing poetic about for weeks now. He mentally slapped himself for not realizing it sooner.�

"So you're Wes's girlfriend?"

Maria nodded and got up to grab another Diet Pepsi. She tossed Blaine a can and then sat down on the bed next to him. Blaine looked at it for a second before opening it and taking a sip cautiously.�

"Do you not like Pepsi?"

Blaine shook his head.�

"No it's not that I don't like it, it's that every time I'm hanging out with Wes I ask for one and he flips out and guards them like they're rubies or something. "

Maria slid a movie into the DVD player and grabbed a pack of Twizzlers from Wes's food vault.�

"It was like that for the first month or so, and then I discovered the secret to his Diet Pepsi. "

She flicked off the lights and jumped on the bed as the beginning music of Beauty and the Beast began to play.�

"Well what's the secret? Don't leave me hanging! I want access to free soda!"

Maria grinned and ripped open the bag of candy.�

"I spray painted a gavel pink and left it in the fridge with a note saying 'Yours is next!'"

Blaine looked at Maria with a new sense of awe and respect.�

"I get the feeling we're going to get along. "

"Why wouldn't we? We amazing people have to stick together. "

Blaine laughed before quickly quieting as Belle started to sing.�
Maria nudged him and whispered

"Do you mind if I sing along?"

Blaine grinned widely.�

"Be my guest. "

. . .

It was three Disney movies later when Wes walked into his room to find his girlfriend laughing so hard she was in tears while Blaine jumped around from bed to bed singing "You Ain't Never Had A Friend Like Me". �

It was times like these, Wes thought, when he was deeply thankful Blaine was gay.�