Blaine went inside and shrugged at her apology. His room was worse than hers right now. He didn't have weapons everywhere, but clothes. One look into her closet and he gave her a look. "Really? Not even a weeks worth? Do you wash your leotard every day?"

The blonde looked at the five outfits and pretty much gave up on that. Unless he planned on tearing apart her ballgown he was just going to have to figure something else out. The question that crossed his mind was if she was short enough to use one of his shirts as a dress. He stroked his chin.

"Well, we'll go to my room and see what I can do. Your closet is a sad thing for me to look at." He made a gesture for her to follow him as he moved out of her room and for the front door so they could go to his room. He only had so much time.