057: Gossip

Mar. 5th, 2011 07:48 am
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Gossip

Kurt was in English class when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. At the front of the classroom, Mrs. Brandt was droning on about modern classics, as she had been for the past thirty minutes. He discreetly pulled the phone out of his pocket and thumbed into his text messages, where his phone notified him that there was one new message from Mercedes.

»Choir room at lunch?«

Kurt typed out a quick affirmative response and slipped his phone back into his pocket, then raised his hand. "Mrs. Brandt," he asked, "Would you consider Ulysses to be a remake in the way modern cinema is remaking films from earlier decades?"

* * *

When Kurt got to the choir room Mercedes was already there, waiting impatiently, even though he wasn't late by any stretch. She shot out of her seat the second he walked in, practically bouncing. "Oh my god, tell me everything because those texts? Weren't nearly enough information."

"Mercedes," Kurt whispered furiously, "we're in a public place. Someone could walk in." He sat down in the far corner so he could watch both doors, motioning for her to join him. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Calm down, Kurt. It's not like I'm screaming his name." She grinned. "Did you?"

Kurt blushed. "Well. Maybe not quite a scream..." he admitted, picking an imaginary speck of lint off his jeans.

She snickered and sat forward. "Okay. From the beginning." Mercedes urged but, before Kurt could get a word out, Tina walked through the doorway, dragging a large sports equipment bag behind her.

"Hey, guys." She huffed, not stopping until she had the bag shoved back behind the drum set.

"Uh, hey. Tina?" Mercedes eyed the bag.

"Yeah?"

"...What is all that?"

Kurt sat back, a little relieved that he was going to be able to hold on to the details of his date with David a little longer, and waited for Tina to respond.

"I'm starting an intramural wiffle ball team," she said, plopping down into a nearby chair.

"Wiffle ball?" Kurt asked. "Isn't that the sport where everything's made of plastic?"

"I thought that game was for little kids?"

Tina scowled slightly, "Wiffle ball is awesome, okay? It's gonna be big. You'll see." She fiddled with the large cameo pendant around her neck, "So, uh. What are you guys doing in here?"

"Oh," Kurt replied, straightening up and crossing his legs. "Nothing, really. Mercedes was just -- "

"Kurt had a date last night." Mercedes replied, before she could stop herself.

" -- grilling me about my personal life," Kurt finished, sighing.

Tina leaned toward them in her chair. "You had a date?" she asked. "With who?"

"He'd like to remain as anonymous as possible for the time being," Kurt admitted. "And yes, I had a date. He took me to Columbus to see a Judy Garland marathon."

"Three excellent movies, I might add," Rachel said from the doorway. She walked into the choir room, eyeing the three of them. "Are we talking about Kurt's date?"

Kurt nodded. "But we aren't revealing his identity. He's not ready."

"Oh my god, is it Puck?"

Mercedes turned to stare at Tina, not even needing to vocally express her obvious feelings of "uh, what?".

"What?" Tina asked, "He gives off a vibe sometimes. I mean, have you seen the way he stares at Sam's mouth?"

"...Well, there is that. Okay, I guess I can see that, yeah." Mercedes shrugged.

"No, it's not Puck," Kurt muttered, dragging his palm over his face. "Nor is it anyone else in glee club. But he does go to McKinley, and that's all I'm going to say about his identity."

"It was very romantic of him to take you to see the movies," Rachel said. "I was impressed by his thoughtfulness."

"So was I," Kurt murmured, smiling softly.

"Yeah, I was gonna say. Doesn't really seem like his 'thing,' you know?"

Tina turned to Mercedes. "Wait. Am I the only one who doesn't know who he is?"

"Who who is?" Quinn asked as the walked into the choir room.

"Kurt's boyfriend," Rachel replied matter-of-factly. "He took Kurt to a Judy Garland marathon in Columbus on Saturday night."

Quinn turned to face Kurt. "Really?"

Kurt nodded, unable to keep his smile from widening. "Really. I was expecting Breadstix, because that's what date night is in this town, but it was pretty obvious that wasn't happening once we got on the highway."

Tina frowned. "Mike's never taken me outside Lima on date night."

Quinn rolled her eyes as she sat down. "Sam's idea of a romantic date is Chuck-E-Cheese and any movie with Nicolas Cage in it." She looked at Mercedes. "I've seen National Treasure five times. Five."

"Was it your first date with him, Kurt?" Rachel asked. "Because I have to say, if that's the case, I can only anticipate that you'll be having many more high-quality dates in the future."

"Well," Kurt said. "Technically it was our second date. But on our first date we never actually... left the car." The girls made a variety of faux-scandalized sounds and he blushed. "So in my mind, the movie date has become our official first date."

"You went on a date? Did you put out? If you didn't you're probably screwed --and not in the good way."

"Good lord. Does this room have a flippin' neon sign or something?" Mercedes threw her hands up as she watched Santana and Brittany walk in. Brittany turned back, looking for something.

"I don't see a sign."

Kurt sighed. "So everyone's up to speed," he began, ticking off on his fingers, "I have a boyfriend. He took me to Columbus for a Judy Garland movie marathon date. I'm not telling you who he is -- when he's ready to be open about our relationship, you'll know. Yes, we went to a hotel afterwards. The marathon ended at 1 AM, and shut up, you're not getting any details. No, it is definitely not Puck."

"Who's not me?"

"Oh my God," Kurt muttered, flailing as Puck walked into the choir room. "I give up."

Santana snorted. "Kurt's been getting nasty with someone and didn't tell us."

"No way, who? Is it Finn? I bet it's Finn."

"It's so not Finn." Brittany said confidently.

"Yeah, Puck. That's a little... weird." Quinn pulled a face.

Tina scowled. "Seriously. What the crap. Am I the only one who doesn't know?"

"I'll tell you later," Kurt said. "When there's no audience." He glanced at Santana and Puck.

"Like I'd tell anyone," Puck scoffed. "I'm a stud. Studs don't gossip." He pulled out a chair and turned it backwards, sitting down and leaning his arms against the back rest. "Now tell me what your boyfriend did on your date. I need ideas to woo Lauren."

"Ain't gonna happen," Lauren said, sauntering into the choir room.

"Did someone call a lunchtime glee club rehearsal?" Kurt asked, slumping in his chair.



     
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