Kurt stared at Rachel.

Well you can't really tell her you're surprised, can you? he thought. People who choke on their auditions and stalk the person who allowed the audition in the first place begging for a second chance don't generally get in, do they?

He felt Blaine's hand wrap around his and squeeze lightly."I -- I'm really sorry, Rachel."

"What am I going to do?" she cried, brown eyes swimming with tears. "I don't have any back ups --"

"You'll -- You'll figure something out." the countertenor said. "I'll help --"

But Rachel was already running from the room. Finn ran after her.

Kurt looked over at Blaine.

"Let Finn talk to her." he said quietly.

"If Finn talks to her then they'll most likely go through with the insanity that is their wedding." the brunette protested.

"I doubt it." Blaine shrugged. "If she marries him because she thinks she has nothing else, she's an idiot."

"Blaine."

"Look I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I know you have graduation coming up, but that doesn't mean her life is over. Some schools go on rolling admission -- it means they take applications year round." he added.

Kurt looked thoughtful.

"Mmm. Maybe I'll help her with applications before..." he trailed off, looking aprehensively at his boyfriend.

"It's okay." Blaine kissed his cheek. "We have time before you leave. I'll help out too."

The senior smiled softly at him.

"I love you."

Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"I love you too."

Cooper mimed vommitting.

"Oh go get a room." he teased.

Blaine grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and smacked his brother in the chest as Kurt dragged him toward the stairs.

"Door open!" Burt barked.

Kurt just laughed and pulled Blaine up the steps and into his room.

---

"You've got to be kidding me." Thomas picked up the phial, eyebrows arched. "What the hell do you expect to accomplish with this?"

Jenna said nothing.

"Jen --"

"You said you didn't want to know anything else." she snapped, "So get the hell out of here before I make you."

He snorted.

"Right. Look -- are you sure this is the best way to go about this?"

Jenna grabbed the tv remote where it lay on her bed and threw it at him. It hit him in the chest and fell into his lap.

"Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he cried.

"I told you to get the hell out! The remote was child's play compared to what that mug's going to feel like when I slam it into your skull!" she yelled, pointing at a small white coffee mug that she'd taken back to her room from breakfast earlier. "Go! Now!"

He couldn't get out of the hotel room fast enough.