Wednesday, lunch:

Puck: And it’s no longer green, so we should be in the clear.

Finn: Yeah, but it’s still growing things.

Puck: It’s wet. Of course there are growing things.

Artie: You could not pay me to go close to it until it’s perfectly clean.

Puck: I’m not doing this for you.

Artie: Just sayin’.

Mike: Well, I don’t think anyone will go near it until it clears up.

Puck: Just a couple more treatments and then we can party.

Kurt: What are they talking about?

Mercedes: Puck’s cleaning this one lady’s pool and apparently she said he could have a pool party there once it’s clean.

Kurt: Ooohkay. Things make sense again.

Rachel: At the moment it’s a health hazard though.

Puck: Not for long. I’m working on it. And then, the Puckasaurus is throwing an epic pool party.

Mike: Man, I haven’t gone swimming in ages.

Tina: Me neither. It’s not an activity that’s offered at Asian Camp.

Artie: I wish I could swim.

Santana: Depressing, much?

Artie: Just keepin’ it real, yo.

Brittany: Blaine is probably is a good swimmer, if he’s a dolphin.

Santana: We’re not allowed to discuss homo-hobbit around Kurt, Brit.

Brittany: Why?

Santana: Cause he’s too chicken shit to go up to him and ask him what the hell his problem is.

Rachel: Santana.

Santana: What? If he’s set on defending Blaine’s honour, then he should at least work up the nads to confront that hairy midget about what went down in the bathroom.

Finn: What went down in the bathroom?

Kurt: Oh, god, weren’t we talking about Puck’s pool cleaning business?

Mercedes: I agree with Santana. You should go talk to him.

Kurt: I’ll talk to him later.

Rachel: I think it should be right now.

Kurt: I don’t know where he is right now.

Tina: He is sitting over there.

Kurt: *glare*

Tina: What?

Rachel: Oh my god, this is perfect. Now’s your chance, Kurt.

Kurt: Why is this my chance?

Rachel: Because we’re all here to support you if things don’t go well-

Santana: And we’re all here to bully you into going over there instead of you chickening out later.

Kurt: How about we just ignore the fact that I ever met a guy called Blaine Anderson and we just go from there?

Puck: Dude, please. It’s scary obvious how into this guy you are.

Kurt: What?

Finn: And I didn’t even tell them about the weirdo-face-holding that I walked in on.

Puck: Dude. Spill.

Kurt: Finn, don’t you-

Finn: Blaine came over for dinner last week-

Kurt: -dare.

Finn: -and I had to go upstairs to tell them that dinner was ready-

Kurt: Finn.

Finn: -and I didn’t really think about what I might walk in on, since Kurt’s bedroom door was open and everything-

Kurt: Oh my god, shut up.

Finn: -and anyway, they are both standing there, in the middle of the room, freaky close and Blaine has his hands all over Kurt’s face-

Puck: Kinky.

Kurt: Ugh. Kill me now.

Santana: You know that’s not how making-out works, right?

Tina: You should go talk to Blaine, if only to get away from these guys.

Kurt: *sigh* You know, I think I will.

Rachel: Yay! Good luck. We’ll be watching.

Kurt: Great.

Kurt stands up slowly, looking over at Blaine’s table nervously. He takes a deep breath and walks over to where Blaine is sitting, talking with two other boys.

Santana: What a politically correct group of friends that Blaine guy has.

Artie: I can’t believe we actually conned him into going over there.

Puck: What can I say, we’re horrible people. I feel like we need popcorn.

Rachel: Oh, look. He’s talking to the other two guys.

Mercedes: I wonder if Kurt will ask to talk to Blaine somewhere else.

Mike: No, it looks like Blaine’s friends are leaving.

Santana: Subtle.

Rachel: Blaine doesn’t look too happy about his friends abandoning him.

Mercedes: Yeah, but Kurt has his determined face on.

Rachel: I wish we could hear what they’re saying.

Santana: “Oh, Blaine, you were so mean to me.”

Puck: “Yeah, but Kurt, I’m broody and intense.”

Mercedes: You’ve never met Blaine, have you?

Puck: Once. Briefly.

Finn: I don’t think you threatening to break his kneecaps counts as meeting him.

Puck: I said briefly, didn’t I?

Quinn: Uh-oh, Blaine looks angry.

Mike: So does Kurt.

Tina: I think he’s yelling.

Rachel: Ugh, why is it so noisy in this damn cafeteria?

Santana: Because it’s a cafeteria. At lunch.

Mercedes: Wait, now Kurt looks confused.

Tina: And Blaine looks sad.

Finn: I can’t take all this uncertainty.

Artie: We’re really pathetic, aren’t we?

Mike: Definitely not.

Rachel: Kurt is our friend. We’re just actively interested in his life.

Quinn: I spot smiling!

Mercedes: Can it be?

Tina: Blaine looks a little overwhelmed.

Puck: Go Hummel. *wolf whistles*

Santana: There should be a Gays of Our Lives TV show.

Mercedes: I’d watch that.

Artie: Me too.

Finn: Oop, Blaine’s looking over.

Mike: Panic station! Return to normal behaviour!

Mercedes: Rachel, don’t wave!

Rachel: Blaine’s waving back.

Finn: Wait! Where are they going?

Mike: Are they leaving?

Puck: But how will we know what happens next?

Rachel: It’s tempting to follow them.

Santana: Stalker.

Rachel: I like to think of myself as deeply invested in Kurt’s happiness.