Everyone cheered along with her as the band began to play the school's theme song.

Back in the parking lot, the T-Birds stood hanging around their cars that were parked by each other while the Pink Ladies sat on Santana's pink car, oblivious to what was going on around them. The Pink Ladies never went to bonfires or pep rallies. But this one was special. They had something planned for Kurt after he would finish cheering with the Cheerios and come to find the Pink Ladies.

"Shit, Sam. My ma wanted me home for dinner tonight!" whined Artie as he kicked a rock on the pavement with his boot.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up," mumbled Puck. Blaine stood with his back leaning against the side of his car, looking cool and chill as he pulled out a cigarette from his mouth and threw it to the ground, smashing it with the toe of his shoe.

Over on the other side of the parking lot, closer to the bonfire, the Pink Ladies watched Kurt like a hawk. "You think this is the right thing to do?" asked Mercedes warily.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Zip it, 'cedes. If Kurt's gonna be a part of the Pink Ladies, we're going to have to give him a taste of what he'll deal with in time."

Brittany laughed with Santana.

No later than that conversation, Kurt came hurrying over to the girls with an excited expression and a big smile, his pom-poms bouncing in his hands with every stride he took.

"Hey girls!" he greeted them. Immediately, Rachel and Santana curled their arms in Kurt's elbows and began dragging him away from the scene.

"We have a li'l surprise for ya, Kurt," Santana said as Mercedes and Brittany followed them from behind. Rachel reached up and fixed Kurt's hair while Santana grabbed Kurt's pom-poms and threw them into the open window of her car.

Meanwhile, the T-Birds froze at the sound of a familiar engine's roar. At the end of the parking lot, they spotted it- a black car with flames painted on the sides. Puck and Blaine cringed at the sight of Sebastian driving it, shooting a glare at them.

"Whattare those creeps doin' on our turf?" asked Puck in a low voice.

"Trying to spook us up, no doubt," mumbled Finn as he flicked his cigarette away from him, a disgusted look on his face.

And then they laid their eyes on the Pink Ladies, fast approaching. Immediately, they straightened up.

"'Ay, Santana. Didn't know you came to things like this," Puck said as he motioned to the bonfire and talking football players.

Santana just gave him a quick smile before she looked at Blaine. Blaine gave a puzzled look. Instantly, Santana stepped aside as Brittany and Rachel pushed Kurt into sight.

Kurt froze at the sight of Blaine and vice versa.

"Blaine?" Kurt shouted in shock.

"Kurt! I thought you were going back to New York City!" Blaine couldn't believe this.

Kurt giggled, so incredibly excited. "We had a change of plans!"

Puck cleared his throat, catching Blaine's attention. Blaine looked over and read the expression on his face. So his face straightened up and a big, cool smile twisted at his lips. "That's cool, baby. Great to know."

Kurt's smile fell at Blaine changing quicker than ever right before him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slightly shook his head. "Blaine?"

"Yo. That's my name. Don't wear it out," said Blaine in a different type of voice, causing all of the T-Birds around him to set off in a laughing rage.

Kurt shook his head. "I can't believe you! You're such a phony and a fake and I wish I never laid eyes on you!" Kurt yelled as he quickly turned around and pushed past the Pink Ladies, hurrying off in the opposite direction. While Blaine watched Kurt stalk away, his smile fell and he looked at Santana, who wore a satisfied expression. Blaine shook his head and turned away. He felt so disappointed in himself. How could you do that to Kurt? He sighed as he shook his head, heading over to his car. Everyone was going to go meet up at Steak n' Shake. Your popularity. That's why.

Santana turned around and walked away with a smile set to her lips, the other Pink Ladies following behind her.

"Girls? Make it a goal to keep those two apart. Blaine's mine."

I.

Tears were falling from Kurt's eyes as he lied back in his pajamas, on Mercedes' bed, at the Pink Ladies' sleepover, with Mercedes' arms wrapped around him. His shoulders shook as he hiccupped. "I don't get it! Back at Virginia…he was different! He was so kind, romantic, sensitive, thoughtful…awe, who'm I kidding!"

Santana rolled her eyes as she sat at the vanity, Rachel doing her hair while Brittany sat at the window seat, painting her nails a bright red.

"It'll be okay, Kurt. Summer fling, right? You need to move on. It's okay," Mercedes said in the most calming voice she could muster. "Men are sleazy. Especially here in Lima. But you know what? I saw that nice football player looking at you! What was his name?"

"Dave Karofsky," Santana quickly said.

"Yes. Dave. He's handsome!" Mercedes assured Kurt.

Kurt sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah…oh…okay…I guess I could try it out…" he mumbled, trying to calm himself down.

"But I loved Blaine! And he told me he loved me too!" Kurt reached into his bag and pulled out the envelope he had shoved in there. The last letter Blaine had sent him.

Santana quickly got to her feet and reached over, grabbing the letter and instantly ripping it in half.

Kurt's sob was cut in half as he stared up at Santana with wide and open mouth. "Wh…why did you do that?"

"Because, Kurt. Us Pink Ladies don't dwell on our problems for too long. And even though you're definitely not Pink Lady-worthy, you're still our friend and we're here to look out for you. We ain't gonna stand around and watch you suffer like this. Go put on your big-girl pants and suck it up. Life's tough. But there are plenty of other choices out there for you that just might be the things you need for a better life. And it's clear that Dave Karofsky is one of them. So move one and try Dave out, why don't you?"

Mercedes shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. "Praise," she whispered.

Brittany stared at Santana with a proud smile while Rachel's mouth was drawn into a thin line and she was nodding her head quickly, her eyes shocked that Santana had said such a thing.

Kurt sniffed, slowly nodding his head. "Yeah. You're right. Thanks, Santana," Kurt said as he gave her a small and weak smile.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Zip it, Kurt. Don't mention this again." And with that, she sat back down at the vanity and Rachel went back to doing her hair.

II.

The ice cream cone in Blaine's hand just didn't taste as sweet as it always does. He knew it wasn't the maker's fault; it was him for dwelling too much on the fact that he knew he'd hurt Kurt. He never once wanted to hurt Kurt. Why did this have to happen? Of all days, why now? Blaine was definitely a completely different person than who he was back during the summer…but that 'summer Blaine' was still underneath all of the hair grease, the leather T-Birds jacket, tight jeans, daring shoes, and worn-out white tee shirt. He was better than this. But it was senior year and he's finally found a place to fit in at school. He had friends who were faithful to him and he just couldn't afford to go back to the old Blaine.

"'Ay man, you okay?" asked Puck in a low and concerned voice.

Across the large table, Artie was stuffing fries into his mouth while Finn and Sam were threatening to flick ice cream at one another. They were acting like a bunch of what Blaine called 'stupid-heads' in his head.

Blaine shrugged and sat his cone down gently so that it wouldn't tilt over. "Just bothered by what happened back at the bonfire is all."

"Yo, I'm really sorry that it had to happen. Summer romances? I mean…you said it yourself - it doesn't mean a thing, man." Puck playfully punched Blaine's shoulder, earning a small and weak smile.