"Are you calling me from my house." Kurt tried to look behind Blaine on the little Skype window.

"Yes."

"What are you doing in my house?"

"Hi Kurt."

"Was that Carole?"

"Yes."

"Again, what are you doing in my house?"

"Friday night dinner and then Finn, Sam and I are going to Puck's birthday slash costume party together."

"Okay," Kurt said looking at Blaine's broad smile skeptically.

"I need a favor," Blaine replied.

"Okay?" Kurt answered, getting more skeptic with every second.

"Okay, so you know my NYADA audition?" Blaine started. "It got delayed. Carmen can't come to McKinley in two weeks. I have either to audition next Friday in New York or to wait until next month."

"And what do you need?" Kurt wanted to know.

"I don't want to wait another month. Can I stay at your place from Thursday to Saturday?" Blaine blurted out and looked at Kurt.

"You finally found a song you want to sing at your audition?" Kurt asked, knowing that Blaine hadn't decided on a song the last time they talked with each other.

"Ummm, no."

"Blaine," Kurt sighed, "how will you audition on Friday if you haven't a song yet?"

"I was hoping you could help me to find one. You said you would help me. Please Kurt," Blaine begged.

"Okay, but it'll have to be tomorrow. I have a dance class soon and if I don't leave now, I'll be late," Kurt told him avoiding looking for too long at Blaine's joyful face.

"Have fun sweetie," Carole shouted from the background.

"Until tomorrow, Kurt," Blaine said and waited for Kurt's goodbye before he closed the laptop.

I have 10 songs. 10 songs Kurt! How do I choose? - Blaine

Kurt? - Blaine

Oh you must be in your dance class - Blaine

They want to see your heart and soul in it, not just the performer you are. - Kurt

My audition was good, but I showed only the performer, the surface. Carmen couldn't see feelings, heart and soul. Choose a song that means something for you. - Kurt

Okay now I have 20 songs. Help! - Blaine

The one that means the most to you. - Kurt

Okay 15 songs. What now? - Blaine

Kurt? - Blaine

Should I point at people? - Blaine

Probably not. How does Cooper get any acting roles? - Blaine

Okay I sang through all 15 songs. I'm now at 10. - Blaine

My mom is not happy with my singing. - Blaine

OMG. I need other songs. My mom is never unhappy with my singing! - Blaine

Fuck. - Blaine

It's 1:30am she probably just wants to sleep. Go to sleep, Blaine. - Kurt

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked sleepily as he opened the apartment door.

"I have ten songs and every single one of them is wrong." A frantic Blaine answered.

"It's six am Blaine," Kurt said, incredulous.

"Kurt, I have ten songs and all of them are wrong. My mother said to stop singing. I need a song. I can't audition on Friday without a song. How do I audition with ten wrong songs?" Blaine paced through the Bushwick apartment.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt took Blaine by both arms and stopped him. "Did you sleep?"

"No."

"Does your mom know you're here?" Blaine eyes went comically wide at Kurt's question.

"Oh shit, I should have left a message." Kurt sighed and shoved Blaine into his part of the apartment.

"Go to sleep."

"But Kurt, ten wrong songs!"

"Blaine, go to sleep. We will look at the songs after you've slept," He said, half annoyed.

"My mom?" Blaine asked he sat down on Kurt's bed.

"I'll leave her a message," Kurt said and pushed Blaine's shoulders.

"Okay," Blaine agreed before he drifted off to sleep. Kurt texted Blaine's mother and laid down on the other side of the bed, hoping to sleep a few more hours.

Don't eat the cookies - Puck

Really man don't eat them - Puck

And don't give them to your mom - Puck

I will come over in an hour and get the cookies - Puck

Again don't eat them - Puck

What was in these cookies, Noah? K. - Blaine

Kurt?- Puck

Yes, Kurt. What was in these cookies? - Blaine

What are you doing with Blaine's phone - Puck

NOAH! - Blaine

Uh... just tell him not to eat them - Puck

Really, Noah? I thought you stopped with that. - Blaine

He took the wrong cookies when he left - Puck

How many did he eat? - Puck

I have no idea, Noah. He texted me about songs last night and showed up at six am in New York. - Blaine

Shit - Puck

How is he? - Puck

He is sleeping. - Blaine

Okay okay that's good. Give him water lots of water when he wakes up. - Puck

And Kurt? - Puck

What, Noah? - Blaine

Sorry- Puck

"Uff where am I?" Blaine opened his eyes and looked around, confused.

"Good afternoon," Kurt said and sat beside Blaine on the bed.

"Kurt?"

"You don't know what happened, do you?" Kurt asked and gave Blaine a cup of water.

"Ummm no."

"Short version: Noah drugged you up, you panicked, flew in the middle of the night to New York and now here you are," Kurt told him.

"Oh." Blaine looked at Kurt. "Wait, Puck drugged me up?"

"Yes, you took the wrong cookies." Kurt walked into the kitchen. "How do you feel about scambled eggs and toast?"

"You're making me breakfast?" Blaine asked surprised.

"Blaine, it's a late lunch and of course I'll feed you as long as you're here."

"You're not throwing me out?"

"The drugs must be worse than I thought," Kurt muttered to himself as he got the eggs out of the fridge. "Go shower!"

"So I freaked out, texted you and flew to New York?" Blaine asked after he showered, ate and drank his coffee.

"Yes, you did," Kurt answered with a smile. "Okay, show me the ten songs you can't choose from."

Blaine grabbed his messenger bag and took out the only file that was in it. "Uh, I think I know why I couldn't choose a song," he said, and blushed.

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"Because that's my algebra II and physics worksheets."