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Kurt sat utterly flabbergasted by the musical animosity Blaine had so publicly lambasted him with. They had always been such a private couple. Rarely did they show any PDA, not even sitting together in Glee or at lunch. Kurt knew that Blaine was really upset about his texts with Chandler and that he considered it to be cheating, despite the fact that he had texted with Sebastian for months and had even spilled competition information to him. Kurt never had any idea that Blaine would confront him publicly and humiliate him with an angry break up song.

After the initial shock wore off, Kurt grabbed his bag, went to his locker, gathered what he needed, and exited the school building. When he arrived at his Navigator, he found Sam sitting in the passenger seat, passing the time reading an assigned book for English. Kurt opened the back door and stuffed what he was carrying into the back seat and slammed the door. He saw Sam jump. Kurt opened the driver’s door. They both began to speak at the same time.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he climbed into the driver’s seat, “I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“Kurt, I’m so sorry for singing along in there."

They both stopped speaking. Kurt looked directly at Sam as Sam began to speak again. “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I know you would never cheat on Blaine. I don’t even know why I started singing along.”

“It’s okay. It happens. Music plays and people start singing. Thanks for saying that you know that I’m not a cheater.”

Kurt started up the Navigator and eased of out the parking space. “Aren’t we waiting for Finn?” Sam asked.

“No, he’s going to Rachel’s.”

As they waited for the first traffic light to change, Sam spoke up. “Hey, you wanna get some of that low-fat, low-carb frozen yogurt at the Dairy Barn before we go home?”

Kurt nodded and changed lanes after going through the light. They rode in silence. Kurt had too much running through his mind to engage in conversation.

He pulled into the drive-thru. “What kind do you want? Looks like there’s chocolate, cherry and vanilla today.”

“Oh. Half chocolate, half cherry.” Kurt ordered half vanilla, half cherry for himself. They waited in line, paid, collected their yogurt and then Kurt pulled into the parking lot to eat.

“So…” Sam started, then paused, looking at Kurt, whose eyes were shut and who was breathing slowly and deliberately.

“Yeah, so…” Kurt started speaking, “Blaine just utterly humiliated me and I just can’t understand. I’m at a complete loss as to why he would do something so public when we’ve always kept our relationship so private. I mean seriously, you’re my best friend and I don’t even tell you about anything private about me and Blaine. I felt like I was in one of those horrible, completely humiliating, embarrassing nightmares. How could he do that to me?”

“You’re the most private person I’ve ever met. I’ve never taken it personally that you’ve kept your love life private. I’ve always respected your choice about that. Again, I am so, so sorry for singing along.”

“Sam, you’ve already apologized. I’m not mad at you, okay?” Sam nodded and faintly smiled.

They finished off their yogurt. Kurt started the truck up and headed for home. “How much more of that book do you have left to read?”

“About 30 pages, but it’s taking forever. I only got through about 20 pages in an entire hour of study hall this afternoon before Glee."

“Okay. When we get home, head to my room and I’ll read the rest to you so we can get started on your essay questions more quickly."

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll slog through it – eventually.”

“No, seriously. I’m so upset about what happened earlier that there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on Calculus right now anyway. Reading to you will be a lot better use of my time than stewing and crying.”


Two hours later, Sam’s book and essay questions were finished and he had returned to his own room afterwards to work his Algebra 2 problems. He had just finished when the words “dinner time” floated up the stairs.

During the week, the three teen inhabitants and any guests were allowed to eat dinner anywhere they wanted.

Sam went down to eat at the table, but he was the only one there with Carole. He quickly realized that Kurt wasn’t going to come down. He finished up promptly, thanked Carole, scooped up the things he knew that Kurt liked onto a plate, and excused himself from the table. He took the plate upstairs and knocked on Kurt’s door.

“Come in,” Kurt answered.

Sam opened the door and shut it behind him. He found Kurt lying in his bed with his textbooks strewn around him, listening to his iPod, still wearing his school clothes, which was an unusual sight.

Kurt paused the music.

“Hey, I brought you some dinner. You didn’t come down when we were called.”

Kurt sat up and placed his iPod and earbuds on the shelf next to his bed. “Thanks. I’m not really hungry, but I should eat something anyway.” Kurt took the plate from Sam. “Do you have other homework besides English? Do you need help with anything else?”

Sam nodded and answered, “Yeah. I got it done already. I only had a few Algebra 2 problems assigned to turn in tomorrow. I’m still using the graph paper like you showed me last year. My grades are much better when I use it to do my written work on. Mr. Donnelly even lets me use it on tests after I showed him the difference it makes.”

Kurt smiled briefly in response. “That’s great. I’m glad it’s still helping.”

“Me too. Pretty much all of the ideas you’ve had have helped. You’re a lifesaver or at least a grade saver.”

Kurt continued picking at his food and eating slowly. “Do you think I’m being selfish by focusing on leaving Lima?”

“Why would focusing on your future be selfish?”

“I’m not sure. That’s why I asked. What happened this afternoon has made me think about a lot of things.”

“I know you’re private and keep a lot of things to yourself, but being selfish is not something I associate with you in any way.”


Finn barged in. “Hey dude, I was wondering where you went. Are will still on for that COD game with Artie and Puck in 10 minutes?”

“Nice to see you too, Finn.” Kurt said sarcastically. “Knock much?”

“Um, yeah. Hi, Kurt. Sorry.” Finn said barely glancing at Kurt. “Are you coming, Sam?”

“Yeah, I lost track of time. I’ll be right down.” Sam turned back to Kurt. “Sorry about that. I agreed to it yesterday. If you hadn’t helped me earlier, I’d have had to bail on them. Thanks again for that. You saved me from being yelled at.”

“Sam!” Finn yelled from downstairs.

“Coming!” Sam responded as he ran out Kurt’s door.


Kurt was left to his own thoughts again. He began to really consider his options for a response to Blaine’s performance. He put his schoolbooks away and got his laptop out. He opened a browser window and searched for a Whitney Houston song list and pulled out the songbook he had bought at Between the Sheets on Friday.

Blaine had aired their private issue publicly. Did he want to respond publicly or just find a Whitney song that he loved and sing it? He clicked a YouTube page of Whitney’s greatest hits and turned the volume up just enough to barely listen while he lay back to think.

His mind began to wander back, way back to the stairs at Dalton. “Teenage Dream” flashed in his mind and how he thought that Blaine had liked him as much as Kurt liked him from the very beginning. Flash forward to “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” and how certain he was that after dozens of coffee dates and dorm room movie nights that Blaine was finally going to ask him out on a real date. Another flash forward to standing in line at the Lima Bean when Blaine told Kurt that he wanted to serenade someone for Valentine’s Day and his heart soared only to have it come crashing down as Blaine shared his Warblers’ GAP Attack plan.

A few days later, he confessed to Blaine how he thought the serenade was going to be for him and Blaine basically turned him down. Another flash of the nightmare of watching Blaine and Rachel kiss passionately and their date caused tears to start to fall. That whole fiasco nearly broke him. He put himself back together, forgave Blaine and Rachel, and had nearly moved on. Then, bam! Blaine chose him to duet with and shocked him with a kiss.

Flashes move faster. Prom. “I love you” in the Lima Bean, summer days together, school transfer, West Side Story, Sebastian, Scandals.

His mind slowed back down. Scandals. Nearly eight months of “No hands below the equator.” turned into “Let’s do it.” in the Scandals’ parking lot. What made him go from “masturbation is fine” to “sex right here, right now”? Alcohol? Sebastian? Even after sleeping with Blaine the next night, he never felt sexy or desired. Scheduled make out sessions? What kind of teen boy turns down sex with his boyfriend or girlfriend? Blaine never initiated anything beyond their scheduled make outs. They’d only had sex a few times and that’s when Kurt had taken the initiative. No handjobs, no blowjobs. Rachel had just confirmed yesterday that Finn was always trying to get in her pants. Why was Kurt the only interested one? Kurt pondered the issue. Maybe Blaine was asexual. No. His mind flashed back again to the previous year when Blaine was trying to teach him to be sexy. Blaine watched porn and enjoyed it. He got handsy and frisky when drunk.

“Oh.” Kurt said aloud. Tears began to fall again. “Blaine doesn’t think I’m sexy.” His mind jumped forward to the conversation about his texts with Chandler. He said that he liked the way Chandler’s texts made him feel. He asked Blaine when the last time was that he had complimented him. Blaine’s response wasn’t one of compliments. He didn’t say, “You know I think you’re sexy.” or “beautiful” or “handsome.” He didn’t move to kiss Kurt or even hug him. “I transferred schools for you.” was his response. “Wow, that’s telling, isn’t it?” Kurt thought.

His thoughts began to skip around again. Valentine’s Day. All those romantic gifts weren’t from Blaine like he had thought. Senior Skip Day. Tina, Artie, Sugar, Rory and Sam went. Why not Blaine? It was really more of a Glee Skip Day. Blaine had stopped working on songs with him and didn’t want to go to the music store last Friday. He even skipped some of their infrequently scheduled make out sessions.

Kurt looked at the clock and realized that he had been rehashing everything in his mind for over an hour and that he still needed to make up his mind about his Whitney song before it got too late to practice. He flipped through the songbook he had bought and read through the lyrics to potential songs, but he didn’t find a single song that fit the situation he was in. “Choices, choices, choices,” he said. After much consideration, he decided to create his own Whitney medley to describe the last few years of his life. He downloaded the four songs he wanted to use from iTunes while doing a little more thinking.

He came to the conclusion that he was going to consider Blaine’s song to be a very public break up declaration. He went down to the basement to find a box and when he returned with it, he began placing all of the items from his room that he needed to return to Blaine. After collecting a variety of scarves, bow ties, sweaters, a few books, some CDs, DVDs and a few other random items, he put them all in the box and taped it shut and placed it on the floor near his door.

He decided that he would present his Whitney medley on Friday and use their pre-scheduled make out time tomorrow to have a civil, adult conversation about their break up. He also decided that there was no way that he could go to school tomorrow. So, he left his room in search of Carole.

He found her alone in the laundry room. He had already decided that honesty would be the best policy and Carole had proven herself to be a good listener over the last year and a half. “Hey, Kurt. I missed you at dinner.”

“Sorry about that. I had too much on my mind to be good company, but Sam brought me up a plate.”

“What’s weighing on your mind so heavily?”

“It’s kind of long. Do you want the condensed version or the whole story?”

“Give me a minute to tell your dad where I’ll be and meet me on the swing in the back yard, okay?”

“Sure.” Kurt grabbed a light jacket and went out to wait on the swing.


“So what’s up, sweetie?” Carol asked gently.

“Well, this week’s Glee assignment is to sing a Whitney Houston song. So, Friday after school, I went to the music store downtown. I invited Blaine to come with me, but he turned me down. I went alone and while I was there, this guy complimented my outfit and my hippo brooch. He was extremely animated, like poster child for ADHD animated. Turns out he’s auditioning for the music program at NYU and goes to North Lima High. He asked for my number. He was so talkative and excited about going to New York. His enthusiasm was contagious. He asked for my number, handed me his phone and I just put in my number. I’m not even sure why. It was just so unusual for someone to be so excited about something that I am so excited about. After I put my number in, he left. On Sunday, he started texting me.”

“Okay. So you met a fellow music lover who’s planning to go to New York in the fall.”

“Right. The texts are what became problematic. A lot of them were things we could do in New York and the rest were cheesy pick up lines. It was a contest that started between us. Who could outdo the other with ridiculous pick up lines.” Kurt paused to pull out his phone to show Carole of a few of the texts.

Carol looked over at his phone and began to laugh. 'You have a great asp?' These honestly look like the came from some internet list of ‘lamest pick up lines ever’ or something.”

“That’s what I thought. I made mine up, but I think he was just using Google. During Glee, Sam was reading them over my shoulder and laughing. I didn’t take any of them seriously. It was just a dumb game.” Kurt showed Carole his phone again. “These are the ones that Chandler sent yesterday afternoon when Blaine was in my room waiting for me to bring up our snacks for the movie we were going to watch. 'When we go to New York, lets go to the front of the plaza and reenact the end of The Way We Were.' And 'Can you sing into my voicemail? I want to make your voice my ring tone.'”

“Well, now the first one… I’m not sure why he’d write that. The movie doesn’t have a fun or romantic ending. Hugging your ex and watching him leave with his new wife in a taxi? I can’t say that I get that at all. Maybe just to go to the place where the movie was filmed? But the second one is definitely flirty and somewhat suggestive and not part of the 'game'. Has he heard you sing? Why would he ask you to do that?”

“Honesty, Carole, I have no idea. Maybe he just thought it would be funny. Like I said, he was over-the-top hyper, like a six year old after cake and ice cream at a party. Our entire conversation at the music store lasted less than two minutes. I can’t really guess his motivation after a two-minute conversation. I just don’t know.”

“Okay. So, you said those last two texts you showed me came in while you weren’t in your room, but Blaine was. I assume that he saw them and that’s where your problem started.”

“Well, yes and no. I’ll explain the ‘yes’ part. He saw the texts, read through my text log with Chandler and got really upset while I was out of the room. When I came back, he questioned me and yelled and accused me of cheating on him. I told him the absolute truth. I did not cheat on him with a guy I had spent two minutes talking to and four days texting.”

“I see.”

“Then, he stormed out of my room and the house and I didn’t hear from him or see him again until Glee last period this afternoon.” Kurt started to cry. Carol handed him a handkerchief that she had grabbed before going outside. “Thanks,” and he continued, “As I said, this week is Whitney Houston in Glee. Blaine stormed in after everyone else was already the room and he announced, ‘This song is for anyone who’s been cheated on’ and then he blasted out a very emotional version of ‘It’s Not Right, but It’s Okay’. Here, listen and watch.” Kurt took out his phone again and pulled up a lyric video version of the song on YouTube. Carole’s facial expression darkened more and more as the video played. Once it ended, she looked up at Kurt, who was crying again.

“Oh, honey. That’s just awful! How utterly humiliating.”

“It was,” Kurt sobbed. “Why would he do that to me? We’ve never even discussed anything private at school or in public. He doesn’t even hold my hand or even sit with me in Glee or at lunch half the time. Sam sits with me as much or more than he does. Everyone was just staring at me with such hate in their eyes, like 'how could I cheat on my perfect boyfriend?' I was in shock. I insisted that I hadn’t cheated on him, but no one seemed to believe me.”

“Surely Sam didn’t believe it, did he?”

“At first, I thought he did because he was singing along during the chorus like everyone else, but he was waiting for me in the Navigator after class like usual and he apologized the instant I opened my door. He and I went for frozen yogurt on the way home. Sam’s my best friend. He knows me well enough to know that I’d never cheat.”

“So, texting with a flirty, hyper, recent male acquaintance, followed by a public shaming by your boyfriend of over a year.”

“Yep, that’s the short version”

“I see.”

“I need a favor. I need for you to call me out of school tomorrow. To be honest, I have a huge paper due on Friday that’s worth a ton of points. Fortunately, it’s already written, but it needs a final proofing and I have to get the references typed up for the final draft to be ready to turn in. Plus, I have to present my Whitney song on Friday and deal with Blaine after school tomorrow. I’ll send my homework in with Sam and have him collect up anything new that assigned tomorrow for Friday. I just need time alone tomorrow. Please?”

“Okay, Kurt. Just stay in your room tomorrow morning until after everyone leaves and I’ll call the school.”

“Thank you! I really have to deal with Blaine tomorrow. I don’t want to put it off a day because yesterday Dad made a big deal about who few Friday night dinners we have left and I want to be home Friday afternoon and cook Dad’s favorite dinner with you, if you’ll help me.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun. You know how much I enjoy cooking with you, honey.”

“Me too.”

“So, are you going to tell me the rest of your long story now that you know that you can sleep in tomorrow morning?”

“Alright. First a question for you, though. Do you want the G, PG, or R rated version of the story? I don’t know how much detail you really want to hear.”

“Well, the R rated version, I suppose since R will mean ‘real’ version."

Kurt started with the stairs at Dalton and ended with the recently skipped make out sessions. He made sure that she knew that they had never done anything inappropriate at the house, in case she felt the need to share any of this with his dad. “Oh, honey” and other empathetic expressions were heard throughout the hour-long retelling of everything that had led Kurt to the decision to break up with Blaine. By the end, they were both crying.

“I’m so sorry that you’ve felt the need to keep your interactions so controlled in your own home. You are both of age and have been the whole time you’ve known each other. I had no idea why you had felt so restricted in your own home.” Carole looked down and quietly continued. “I honestly thought that maybe my presence made you too uncomfortable to be affectionate with Blaine here at home.”

“No, no. It’s never been you. I promise. I was given the ‘inappropriate’ lecture by Dad back before Blaine and I were even dating,” he said using finger quotes for the word “inappropriate”.

“Okay. I think he and I need to have a talk about what’s appropriate for adults to do in their own homes.”

“So, you’ve heard the back story. Looking back on everything, Blaine told me that he loved me nearly a year ago when we got back from New York. But I don’t think he’s in love with me. I mean I’ve listened to the boys around me at school for the last five years or so, and I hear them talk about the girls they find attractive - the ones they’d like to date. I don’t hear any of them wishing that they could spend time alone with those girls so that hey could actually WATCH a movie.” Kurt laughed sadly. “They use going to the movies as a euphemism for ‘let’s go make out in the theater’. Blaine actually watches every movie we watch together, whether it’s in the theater, this house or his. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t want to make out unless it’s scheduled?”

“Sweetie. I don’t have an answer for that.”

“I know. Neither do I, other than a boyfriend who isn’t in love with his boyfriend.”

“So, you’ve decided for certain that you’re breaking up with Blaine tomorrow?”

“Well, technically he broke up with me via song this afternoon. Practically screaming, ‘Pack your bags up and leave. I’d rather be alone than unhappy.’ is a pretty clear message. Although, I’m not honestly sure that was his intention. I just know that I can’t really justify staying in a relationship with someone who doesn’t seem to find me attractive and who doesn’t seem to trust me enough to have male friends without cheating on him.” Kurt paused. “Did you know that I’m not one of the guys in Glee?”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about when Finn has had ‘Glee Guys’ Night’ here at the house. Where was I?”

Carole had to stop and think. “Not home. I just figured you already had other plans those nights. Did you not?”

“Nope. I’m just never invited, even when it’s in my own house. But Blaine was invited to the first one this year and to every single one since. He’s a guy, but I’m not. I’m not allowed to be one of the guys or have male friends. I have to practically hide my friendship with Sam. I can’t have male friends without Blaine getting angry. If Sam didn’t live here, I wouldn’t even get to spend time with him. I’m so glad you and Dad let him live with us. He’s really awesome. He’s never treated me differently for being gay. Never. He really is the best friend I’ve ever had. I know everyone always thought I wanted to hang out with the girls. Hell, some people think I want to BE a girl, which is totally NOT true. It’s just that the girls accepted me and the guys didn’t, but with Blaine it’s different. He was accepted as a guy from the very beginning.”


“Did you know that Sam was the first to step up to defend me from Dave last year? He was the first guy I had met that didn’t act like I had cooties. Sam and I were friends before he left last summer, but since he’s been back and moved in, we’ve gotten a lot closer. This was supposed to be his senior year, you know. I don’t think his parents would have agreed for him to come back if they had realized that by doing so, he’d end up having to repeat his senior year.”

“Probably not.”

“Sorry. I got off topic. Back to Blaine and me resolving the issues with him. Will you be home tomorrow afternoon after school?”

“I’ll be here if you need me to be.”

“Please? I don’t want to have to talk to Blaine in public, but I’d rather not be completely alone either after his outburst this afternoon."

“Okay. I’ll come home and do the laundry that I didn’t get done this evening.”

“Sorry about that. Thanks for listening tonight. I really just needed to talk to someone who wouldn’t gossip and tell everyone my private info.”

“Anytime, sweetie.”

“I’m going to go work on whatever I can before I get too tired to focus and then head to bed. I’ll stay in my room until you come and get me in the morning. Don’t let me sleep past 9:00 though. I have too much to get done.”

“Good night, honey.”


Kurt went back to his room, got his homework together, put it in a folder, went to Sam’s room, and gave it to him. He gave him a brief explanation and asked him to pick up anything assigned to turn in on Friday. He gave Sam $30 to keep Finn out of the house until 6:00 the next afternoon. “Offer to take him to Pizza Hut. That ought to take long enough for you to be gone until 6:00. I just need time to talk to Blaine alone.”

“No problem. I love Pizza Hut’s salad bar.”

“Take the Navigator in the morning. That way you can invite anyone else you want. But I’m only paying for you and Finn.”

“Got it.”


Kurt went back to his room and finalized the sections of the four songs he was going to use in his Whitney medley. He chose parts from: “Greatest Love of All”, “Try it On My Own”, “I Have Nothing”, and “I Didn’t Know My Own Strength”. He had the basic format down, but he’d have to do all the arranging the next day.

He showered, moisturized, and went to bed. Unfortunately, his mind didn’t slow down. He lay awake until well past midnight trying to relax, but inevitably he kept thinking about how to deal with Blaine.


The morning went by as planned. The day went by both excruciatingly slowly and way too fast. He texted Sam before lunch to remind him to drop off his homework and pick up any new assignments. He also texted Blaine and asked him to come over after school. Right before Glee, he texted Sam again and asked him to record the Whitney performances during Glee so he could watch them later. The rest of the day, he had his phone off.

He finished the chord arrangements for his Whitney medley and printed the arrangement and his paper that was due on Friday. He spent some time practicing the medley using his keyboard before he packed everything up in his bag for the next day. He got dressed and psyched himself up to deal with Blaine. He heard the garage door open, and then Carole came in. Kurt went down to greet her and then went out onto the porch to wait for Blaine. His mind was racing, but he worked to calm his thoughts and get them in order, which was a struggle. This was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to prepare for. He hoped that Blaine would listen and understand, but he just couldn’t predict his response after his angry outburst the day before.

Blaine pulled up in the driveway and parked. As he exited his car, he noticed Kurt sitting on the porch. He paused, not really knowing what to say. He finally mumbled, “Hey, Kurt.”

“Blaine,” Kurt responded. “Let’s go inside. Carole is the only one home and she’s busy in the basement doing laundry and ironing. Blaine stepped toward the door and followed Kurt in, pausing in the entry to see where to go. Kurt led him to the dining room. “Would you like a drink?”

“Some water would be good.” Blaine took a seat at the table and waited for Kurt to come back. Kurt placed a glass of ice water on the table in front of Blaine and sat down facing him, putting his own glass on the table.

“Look, Kurt,” Blaine started.

“Blaine,” Kurt interrupted. “I invited you here. I’m the accused party. I’d like to speak first.”


“We’ve always kept our issues private, which is the reason I did not go to school, look at my phone today or go on Facebook. And it’s why I asked you to come here rather than meet where we had planned.” Kurt paused and took a drink. “What you did to me, to our relationship yesterday, was beyond unexpected. I was shocked and dismayed that you would attack me publicly. Not only did you publicly humiliate me in front of the people I considered my friends, you lied. It would have been wrong for you to confront me that way even if I were guilty, but to lie about me and call my integrity into question… I was mortified."


“Let me speak, please. Whether you believed what you accused me of to be true or not, you attacked me publicly when the issue should have been dealt with privately, but you left in anger Tuesday and didn’t even speak to me until today and that was only by my request.”

“Kurt, I was so hurt and angry,” Blaine began, but was cut off again.

“I understand being hurt and angry. I’m hurt and angry right now, but I didn’t go to Glee today and air our issues in public because they’re no one else’s business. Public shaming is not the answer. You made a choice to humiliate me and sing an angry break up song to me in public. I accept the choice you’ve made. We are no longer dating.”

“No, Kurt. No,” Blaine pleaded.

“Blaine, actions have consequences. You broke up with me in song in front of 13 witnesses. There was no ambiguity about what you were doing. You accused me of cheating, sang a break up song to me, and stormed out. There’s not much to be misunderstood about that.”

Kurt paused and attempted to refocus.

“I have loved you for 18 months. I endured flirty duets that meant nothing romantic to you. I watched you chase after Jeremiah and date Rachel. Six months of pining for you before you took any interest in me. Seven months of us dating and it took an alcohol-induced stupor for you to have any real physical interest in me. And in the six months since then, we’ve only had sex a handful of times. For someone who was so adamant that I needed to be sexually educated that you went to my DAD to convince him to give me “the talk”, you sure have a lot less interest in having sex than I expected, and less interest than I do. I love you and I am in love with you. And you say that you love me, but I have to wonder if you are in love with me. When I brought up the lack of compliments, it was because I don’t honestly feel like you find me attractive. Back last fall when you told me that masturbation was a viable option to actually having sex with me when I was suggesting that we move our relationship forward, I should have realized that you didn’t actually find me any more sexy then than you had a year ago. Please answer me truthfully. Are you attracted to me sexually?”

“Kurt, I love you.”

“I know, but that’s not what I asked.”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“To help me understand what’s been going on. Just answer me, please. I know you are a big fan of porn, so I’m pretty sure that you are actually sexually attracted to men. But are you attracted to me? Other than the drunken groping in the Scandals’ parking lot, I cannot come up with a single time that you’ve initiated anything other than hugging or kissing. You’ve been very passive in our sex life. You seem to enjoy it at the time, but you never seek it out.”

“Why does this matter so much? You’ve already decided that we aren’t dating anymore. Can’t you just drop this?”

“No. Just answer.”

“Okay, fine. The answer is no, not really. I thought it would come in time. Just like realizing that I liked you. I did actually want to date you. I knew you were in love me with me. I thought my feelings would get stronger with time. I just thought I would eventually fall in love with you too. We have so much in common. I love spending time with you. The way I felt never changed though. But I still wanted to be with you.”

“Is that what bothered you so much about the ridiculous texts? That they were flirty and flattering? It was all in fun. We one-upped each other, or tried to, by coming up with the most ridiculous pick up lines. Did you honestly think I would be attracted to someone that I had spent less than two minutes with – that I would leave you for a stranger? You know I don’t watch porn. You know that I haven’t looked at any other guys since I met you. YOU were my teenage dream. I waited for six months for you to show any interest in me without giving up on you. I could have just dated someone else at Dalton, where there were other out gay guys. What on earth would make you think I would give you up once you were mine?”

Kurt paused and took another drink.

“I NEEDED Tony. I NEEDED competition solos in Glee. I’m a senior. But I loved you. I congratulated you on getting the part that you said you wouldn’t audition for because I needed it. I congratulated you about every part and solo you got, even though your successes pushed my dream school farther out of my reach. I loved you so much that I wanted to be with you at school, even though I knew that you would get to shine instead of me. And you thought I’d give you up for some over-the-top cheesy texts? That hurts.”

“I was jealous. It was stupid. Just a knee-jerk reaction.”

“Wait. You were jealous. Jealous that someone else was paying attention to me or that I was paying attention to someone else?”

“What difference does it make now?”

“Okay. You said you weren’t attracted to me physically. What brought on the sudden interest in sex in the Scandals’ parking lot? Just alcohol? Did dancing with Sebastian get your mind moving in that direction?”

“What difference does it make now?"

“I let you off once with that response, but not this time. Why did you want to have sex when you say that you weren’t really attracted to me?”

“Ugh. You won’t let this drop, will you?”

“No. Answer me.”



“Rachel and I were rehearsing for West Side Story and Artie asked us if we had ever had sex because we weren’t acting like we were sexually awakened or something like that. Rachel and I decided to go with his idea. We thought it would help us be better actors like Artie said. The alcohol just gave me the courage to go through with it, I guess.”

Kurt just sat there stunned for a few minutes trying to process what Blaine had said.

“I would have gone off to school this fall and been faithful to you. I probably would have even gone along with your ban on having male friends just to keep you happy. I loved you enough to do that. After what you’ve confirmed today and what you just said I feel like I don’t even know you. Were you even planning to stay together when I left for college?”

Blaine said nothing.

“Answer me, please.”

“I wasn’t planning to break up with you, if that’s what you’re asking. But I also wasn’t planning on you actually leaving. I was planning to give us all next year before making a long-term decision about staying together.”

“I’m lost. You weren’t planning on me leaving? I’m graduating.”

“I know. But honestly, I didn’t think you’d get past the first NYADA finalist round. Your application was so sparse. You and Rachel had only applied to NYADA and I figured that with so few applicants admitted each year that if either of you got in that it would be Rachel since she has a full CV with really good references from Shelby and her voice teacher. I thought you’d still be here in the fall and that you’d apply to other colleges this fall when I start applying.”

“Oh my God! This just keeps getting worse.” Kurt began to sob.

After a few moments, he regained enough composure to speak again.

“You never been attracted to me, yet allowed me to sleep with you when you knew how much it meant to me, just so you could be a better actor. You took roles that you knew that I needed to have a decent chance at NYADA because you didn’t believe that I had enough talent to get in anyway. That’s why you’ve been so uninterested in helping me prepare for my audition next week. You don’t think I’m talented enough to get in. You kept me from being friends with other guys because you wanted me to focus all of my attention on you. You iced me out of my own Glee Club. Yes, I know it was you that kept me away from the Glee guys’ nights.”

Kurt suddenly stood and smacked his hands on the table.

“You, Blaine Anderson, are a terrible person. I LOVED you! I trusted you with me heart and my body. You are worse than any of my bullies ever were. They hated me and treated me accordingly. You once compared me to Karofsky. At least he was actually attracted to me when he kissed me. You told me that you loved me and yet you used me and deceived me over and over again. I changed myself for you. I can’t believe that I allowed myself to be so manipulated.” Kurt was still sobbing.

Kurt wiped his eyes, sat back down, and began to speak in an ultra-calm manner.

“Tomorrow in Glee, you will get up and apologize to me for falsely accusing me of cheating. You will sit down and listen to my song. You will not speak to me in Glee unless it is specifically related to our Glee assignments or rehearsals. You will not speak to anyone about us. We are through. I will not leave Glee even though I no longer view most of the members as my friends. I will finish out my senior year in the club that I was a founding member of. I know that I will be in the background, but I will enjoy the end of my senior year as much as I can, which means with as little New Directions drama as possible.”

Blaine nodded. “I understand. I will apologize publicly and leave you alone at school.”

“I have a box of your things up in my room. Wait here. I’ll be right back with it.”

Blaine dropped his head to the table and waited. Kurt returned quickly.

“Please return anything of mine that you have that wasn’t a gift to you. Put the items in this box and meet me at my truck 15 minutes before the first bell tomorrow morning. Feel free to do anything you want with any of the gifts that I’ve given to you. They were given to you in love and I don’t want them back.”

Blaine nodded, stood and picked the box up off the table.

“Don’t call, text or email me. We are not friends. A true friend would not have done what you have. You may say that you love me, but I just don’t see how that’s true anymore. I will not be rude, but I will not intentionally interact with you at school. Please just leave me alone.”

Blaine nodded.

“Goodbye, Blaine,” Kurt said as he walked to the front door indicating that Blaine should leave.


After Blaine drove away, the weight of all of Kurt’s realizations crashed down on him and he fell to his knees in tears. After a few minutes, he got up, wiped his eyes enough to see through his tears, and went up to his room. He shut the door, lay down on his bed, pulled his phone out and texted Carole. He told her that Blaine was gone, that he was in his room, and that Sam and Finn should be home at 6:00. He turned his phone back off without waiting for a response or reading anything else.

A few minutes later Carole knocked on his door and opened it slowly. “Kurt, are you okay?” She saw him curled up on his bed. He shook his head. She walked around the bed and sat down next to him. She gently rubbed his back and told him that she was there for him if or when he wanted someone to talk to.

Kurt spoke up. “It’s over. We’re over. There is no more to tell right now. I can’t even process everything right now. I just want to rest until Sam gets here with my assignments for tomorrow. I’m really hoping there aren’t any because I’m really not in the mood to do anymore schoolwork today.”

“Okay, sweetie.”

“And I’m not hungry. Finn and Sam shouldn’t be hungry until later tonight. I sent them to Pizza Hut so that I could have the house to myself to deal with Blaine. Maybe I’ll just have a snack with Sam later.”

Carole nodded, got up and left, closing the door behind her.


Less than an hour later, Kurt heard a faint knock at his door. “Come in.”

“Hey, I brought your assignments. There doesn’t seem to be much.”

“Good.” Kurt sat up and took the folder from Sam. “I was hoping there would be none, but at least there’s not a lot. Do you have much?”

“No, not really. Just some more Algebra 2 problems. Oh, and a Spanish worksheet. It’s just a chart thing that I have to fill in.”

“Okay. Are we still up for our Sci Fi movie night then?"

“Of course.” Sam could see that Kurt had been crying. “Are you sure you’re up for it? How did it go with Blaine this afternoon?”

“We’re over. No chance of reconciliation. I learned a lot of things I didn’t really want to know, but I needed to know. I need time, but I’ll be okay.”


Sam came back to Kurt’s room once he had finished his homework. “Hey, are you done yet?”

“Nearly. Just a few more French questions and then I’m free.”

“Great. I’m gonna make a sandwich. Want one?”

“Sure. Nothing big, though. I’m not really all that hungry.”

Sam put the movie on Kurt’s bed and left to go make the sandwiches. He came back a few minutes later with the sandwiches and a bag of chips. Kurt had already put all of his schoolwork away and was looking at the back of the movie case.

The Thing? I’ve never even heard of it.”

“Well, that’s the point of our Thursday movie night, isn’t it?” Sam asked while smiling. “One week we watch something I love that YOU’VE never heard of and the next week we watch something YOU love that I’VE never heard of.”

“Is Finn home?”

“No, he left a while ago to go out with Rachel.”

“Perfect. That means he’s not downstairs hogging the TV. Let’s go watch this down there instead of on my laptop.”

“You know what, on second thought, let’s watch Galaxy Quest. I’ll go get it and meet you downstairs.”


The next morning, Kurt knocked on Sam’s door and said, “Don’t forget I’m leaving early if you want to ride with me.” Sam opened the door before Kurt even finished what he was saying.

“I remembered. I’ve already eaten. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Okay. I’m meet you in the Navigator in 10 minutes.”

Kurt pulled into a spot in the school parking lot and Sam jumped out as he said, “See ya.” He was gone before Kurt could even respond. He looked around and saw Blaine pulling into the lot.

Kurt got out and went around to the back and opened the Navigator. Blaine put the box in. Kurt reminded him of his expectations. “Remember, this is between you and me and no one else. Oh, and that includes the Warblers too. If you feel the need to talk to someone about our break up, then find a therapist. No drama. I want the New Directions to do as well as possible at Nationals.”

“Of course. I do too,” Blaine responded. “I’ll apologize at the beginning of Glee today and until then I’ll tell anyone who asks me questions that I’m not answering personal questions.”

“We have about 20 school days left. Several of those involve being gone for Nationals and final exams for seniors. For 20 days we can be acquaintances who co-exist. I want the group to be united, not torn apart taking sides.”

“I can do that. And maybe a therapist would be a good idea.”


After Kurt entered the building, he headed toward Miss Pillsbury’s office. “I’m here for my appointment. May I come in?”

“Why yes, of course, Kurt. Come in. Sit down.”

Kurt closed the door behind him and sat as requested.

“What can I help you with this morning, Kurt?”

“I’ve stopped by to make sure that you have arranged for my excused absences for the upcoming AP Exams that I’ll be taking at Dalton. I know you had said that there would be no problem with the absences, but that was back in the fall. The exams are in a couple of weeks and I just want to be sure that everything is set up ahead of time. Since Nationals falls right in the middle of my AP Exams, I’m going to end up missing seven days of school in May. I don’t want any issues with having too many absences. Here’s a copy of my exam schedule,” he said handing her a piece of paper.

“Also, since there are three exams in the two days following our return from Nationals, I’ve brought a letter signed by my dad requesting a single room in the hotel during the trip. Of course, I will pay for my own room. And I am already 18. The letter is just a formality to make the request official since I’ve already booked my room.”

“I see.” Looking over the letter, she replied, “Yes, this looks fine and it will go in your file with your emergency contact information and your permission slip. Good luck on your exams. I’ll have the teachers notified of your absence and the reason. I am curious as to why you’re taking so many AP Exams when a school like NYADA doesn’t offer these classes or credit for them.”

“Well, despite the fact that this school doesn’t really offer any career and college planning courses, Dalton did. Last spring, I had to attend a weekly seminar for three months about preparing for my future. I applied to five other schools besides NYADA and I’ve already received several acceptance letters. If I choose one of the other schools, then the AP credits will help a lot.”

“Well, um… Congratulations on the letters you’ve already gotten.”

“Thanks. But remember that what I tell you is PRIVATE. No one but my family knows about the AP Exams or my applications to other schools.”

“Yes, of course, Kurt. Right.”

“You might remind Mr. Shue and the other teachers of my right to privacy about this issue.”

“Of course. Is there anything else, Kurt?”

“No. Have a good day, Miss Pillsbury.” He took the pass she held out to him and headed out toward his first period class. He placed the pass on the teacher’s desk and slid into his seat. The material being covered was nothing new. He opened his book and turned his head toward the teacher, feigning attention, but remained caught up in his own thoughts.

He moved through the rest of the morning avoiding interaction as much as possible, which turned out quite easy since all of the New Directions, except Sam, were actively ignoring him. At the beginning of his last morning class before lunch, he turned his phone on briefly and texted Sam and asked him to meet him at the Navigator at the beginning of lunch.

“Hey, Sam. Hop in and I’ll treat for lunch.” Sam climbed in without a word. “Tacos?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Hey, I forget to ask. Did you record the songs yesterday afternoon?”

“Yep. Today it’s going to be Mercedes, Tina, me and you.”

“What are you going to sing?”

“’Step by Step’. How about you?”

“A medley. I couldn’t pick just one song.”

They ordered, paid, and parked near the outdoor tables. They took their food and grabbed a table. Sam pulled out his phone and they watched Thursday’s performances while they ate.

“Whose song did you like best so far?” Kurt asked Sam.

“Um. That’s tough. I think Brittany because she really does love to dance and she’ll finally get to dance with her special someone publicly this year. Like at Prom. What about you?”

“I’m not sure.” He noticed the time on Sam’s phone. “We have to go or we’re going to be late getting back to school.” They jumped back in the truck, drove off and managed to pull into the school lot just in time.

They headed back into the school. The afternoon passed torturously slow, worse than the morning it seemed. Finally, last period was starting. Kurt gave the music to Brad as he entered the room and made a few remarks about it, trying to make sure his performance would go relatively smoothly without any advanced practice with Brad. Then, he took his seat in the back row next to Sam and waited.

Blaine came in right as the bell rang and sat next to Artie. Once Mr. Schue arrived and everyone was seated, Blaine stood and moved to the center of the room, in front of the piano. He began to speak, “Please, everyone…” but had to yell to get everyone’s attention. “Hey!” Finally, the class quieted. “Today, I’m up here to apologize for my behavior on Wednesday. I made a public spectacle of a private issue. I should not have done that. I stand here to correct what I said as well. Kurt did not cheat on me. He is an honest person, not a cheater. Anything else about our issues will be kept private, as they should have been to start with. Again, I apologize for inappropriately airing a private issue in public and for calling Kurt a cheater, when he is not.”

The members of the club, with the exceptions of Sam and Kurt, all looked shocked. Questions were flying, but not being responded to. Blaine sat back down. Mr. Schue stood again.

“Well, okay then. Who’s left to sing their Whitney song? I think we have heard from everyone except Tina, Mercedes, Sam and Kurt.”

Mercedes spoke up. “Me and Tina will go.”


Tina introduced the song. “Mercedes and I chose this song because we just love the energy this song has. It’s a duet between Whitney and Aretha.” The intro started and Kurt automatically knew it was “It Isn’t, It Wasn’t, It Ain’t Gonna Be”. The two girls did a great job and performed it with a lot of enthusiasm.

“That was great!”

“Great job, girls,” Mr. Schue said over the loud clapping.

As they sat back down, Sam stood. He figured that whatever Kurt was going to sing would be really emotional and he wanted to go before the floodgates opened. He moved to grab his guitar and placed a stool in the middle of the floor. “As most of you know, my life has had a lot of bumps in the road, with more downs than ups some of the time over the last few years. I’m going to sing ‘Step by Step’ because it really just spoke to me when I was listening to Whitney songs to prepare for this assignment.” His acoustic version of the song was really touching and everyone clapped when he finished.

“That was really nice, Sam. That leaves you, Kurt.”

Kurt stood and moved down to the center of the room and began to speak. “I love so many of Whitney’s songs that I couldn’t choose just one. So, I created a medley of her songs that I feel reflects my time in high school.” Kurt closed his eyes, breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly to calm his nerves before he began to sing. He knew that his medley could cause some strife, but he chose to go through with it. He spoke again. “Four years ago, most of us didn’t know each other. We’ve added and lost friends over the years. We’ve fallen in and out of love. We’ve changed and learned so much. Some of us will be here next year. The rest of us are moving on, mostly alone, to face our futures. This is a reminder to all of us, especially to myself, that we can face the future by believing in ourselves.”

Everybody’s searching for a hero
People need someone to look up to
I never found someone to fulfill my needs
A lonely place to be
And so I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago
Never to walk in anyone’s shadow
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I’ll live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can’t take away my dignity

Share my life
Take me for what I am
‘Cause I’ll never change all my colors for you

I am wiser now
I’m not the foolish boy you used to know
Not so long ago
I’m stronger now

I’ve learned from my mistakes which way to go
And I should know
I put myself aside to do it your way
But now I need to do it all alone

I’m not afraid to try it on my own
I don’t care if I’m right or wrong
I’ll live my life the way I feel
No matter what I’ll keep it real you know
Time for me to do it on my own

Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me

The greatest love of all
Is not easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
Is the greatest love of all
It’s over now

I can’t go back to living through your eyes
Too many lies
And if you don’t know by now
I can’t go back to being someone else

I found hope in my heart
I found the light to life
My way out of the dark
Found all that I need
Here inside of me

Kurt finished and returned to his seat. There was some faint applause, but most everyone was caught up in the emotions of the song. Many of them realized that the song also meant that Blaine and Kurt had actually split up.

Kurt leaned into Sam and said, “Come on.” quietly. As Kurt stood, he announced that he and Sam needed to leave. Sam stood and followed Kurt out. “Do you need anything from your locker?” Sam shook his head and walked with Kurt out to the Navigator.


Once they were in the truck, Sam finally spoke. “Why did we need to leave?"

“Oh, I meant to tell you last night, but I guess I forgot. Carole and I are making Dad’s favorite meal for dinner and you and I are going shopping for the ingredients. You can add your favorite side dish to the menu for helping me shop.”

“Alrighty then. To the grocery store we go,” Sam said enthusiastically. “Is this a special occasion that I don’t know about?”

“Nope, not really. It’s just that a couple of days ago my dad brought up how few Friday dinners we have left together as a family. So, I decided to make his favorites tonight as a surprise.” Sam nodded. After a few minutes, they arrived at the grocery store. As he parked, Kurt asked, “Are you going back to Kentucky tonight after dinner?” Sam shook his head and got out. He headed toward the cart corral, grabbed a cart, and pushed it toward Kurt.

“Actually, I wanted to stay here this weekend. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? I was going to work on that big English paper, but if you’re free, maybe we could do something tomorrow. I could get crackin’ on that paper while you’re being Julia Child with Carole. I’ll skip the games or movie after dinner to get as much done as I can. Maybe you can look it over before you go to bed?” Sam asked hopefully.

“You know what? That sounds like a great idea. I’m going to give myself a personal mental health day tomorrow. Will you join me on my quest for inner peace and tranquility?” Kurt asked in his best sci fi voice.

“I accept your offer,” Sam responded in his best Start Trek voice over impression. “Where will this journey take us?” he continued.

“Ah, ‘twill be an adventure.”

“You mean you have no idea,” Sam said as he grabbed more of the items on Kurt’s list.

“Exactly. I’ll dress down. No high society events. Just the two of us and whatever we decide. How’s 9:00 for our departure into the unknown?”

“Excellent. 9:00 it shall be. Adventure awaits.”

Kurt double-checked his list. “Did you grab whatever you wanted to add? I don’t see anything extra in the cart.”

“Oh, yeah. Our adventuring plans made me forget. I’ll be right back. Get in line.” Sam returned quickly and tossed a bag into the cart.

“Collard greens?”

“Yep. My grandma used to make them.”

“Okay, but I think you and I will be the only ones to eat them. Can you find a good recipe before we get home? I have no idea how to make them.”

“Okay. I’ll get my mom to tell me.” Sam moved outside to call his mom while Kurt waited in line. By the time Kurt got out to the Navigator, Sam had the recipe and was waiting to help Kurt with the groceries. “Got it!” Sam said as he jumped in the truck after returning the cart to the corral.


They went home and carried the bags into the kitchen. Sam ran upstairs to get started on his English paper. Kurt emptied the bags and called out for Carole.

“Well, it looks like your ready to cook! Let’s get this started.” They sorted, washed, chopped and prepped everything like a well-oiled machine. They worked well together and enjoyed each other’s company. Finally, after everything was cooking, Kurt sat down.

“Carole?” She turned. He motioned for her to come sit with him. “Thanks for calling me out of school yesterday. I got everything done. No missing or late assignments. I really needed yesterday to set everything right.”

She nodded.

He continued, “I told Blaine that I accepted his break up when he came over yesterday after school. Most of the visit was me talking. I found out a lot of things that really hurt. I’m not ready to talk about it yet. But it’s over. I’m going to tell Dad after dinner. Can you please ask Finn to not discuss Blaine or what happened in Glee this week during dinner?”

Carole nodded.

“Oh, and Sam’s staying this weekend. He’ll be eating dinner with us, but skipping the after-dinner games or movie to work on his English paper. He and I will be out all day tomorrow. I’ve had my phone off most of the time for the last few days and I’m leaving it off this weekend. If you, or Dad, need me tomorrow, call Sam’s phone. I really don’t want to talk to anyone yet. I have like 100 unread texts, 30 missed calls, and even some unread emails since Wednesday. Not ready to deal with them, not yet, maybe never. It’s none of their business anyway.”

“You’re right, honey. I’m going to go up and talk to Finn. I’ll be back to help you finish up and I’ll have Finn come set the table. Burt will be here in a half hour.”


Dinner was a hit and Burt enjoyed his favorite dishes. The topic of Blaine was avoided, which Kurt appreciated. When everyone had finished, Kurt said, “Dessert will be ready in about 30 minutes.” He turned to Burt, “Can we talk out back until it’s done, Dad?” Burt nodded, got up and went out the back door to sit on the deck. Finn and Carole cleared the table, put away the leftovers and did the dishes while Burt and Kurt talked outside.

Kurt sat next to his dad. “This next month is going to be crazy hectic for me. I have my NYADA audition, five AP Exams to study for, Nationals in Chicago, and final papers and exams for school.”

Burt responded with a nod.

Kurt kept talking. “You remember me saying that Blaine and I were on the rocks the other day?”

Burt nodded again.

“Well, he came over after school yesterday and I had a long talk with him. I learned a lot of things, mostly upsetting. We aren’t dating anymore.”


“I know this topic isn’t your favorite. Do you want details or not?”

“Um. You know I’m not good with this type of thing and I know you already talked to Carole, but I’d like to have at least a little understanding of what happened.”

“Okay. Let me think for a minute how to summarize.” Kurt closed his eyes in an attempt to be calm and focused. “Well, here goes. I went to the music shop after school last Friday. I met a guy, Chandler, who I talked to for less than two minutes, who is also auditioning for a music program in New York. He asked for my phone number. I put it in his phone. He left. Sunday, he started sending me texts about things we could do in New York and also cheesy pick up lines, like REALLY cheesy. And I replied with even cheesier pick up lines. It was a silly game. He kept texting me during the week, even at school sometimes. Sam thought the texts were really funny. Tuesday, Blaine came over after school to watch a movie. When I was out of the room, my phone buzzed a few times with texts from Chandler. Blaine saw them, then opened my text log and read through all of the texts between us. He confronted me when I came back in the room with ‘Who is Chandler?’ He got really upset and accused me of cheating on him. He stormed out of the house, refusing to listen to me. Wednesday, in Glee, he sang ‘It’s not Right, but It’s Okay’ which is a Whitney Houston break up song and he dedicated it to ‘everyone who’s been cheated on’.

Burt looked shocked and asked, “In front of everyone?”

Kurt nodded, then continued. “I didn’t call or talk to him until after school yesterday. After a long conversation that I won’t recount, I realized that never really knew the person that I’ve been in love with for nearly a year and a half. I told him that I accepted his break up song and that we are over. I requested that he apologize to the club for what he had done and that he publicly admit that I had NOT cheated on him, which he did today in Glee.

“Well, that’s good at least.”


“Is that why you didn’t go to school yesterday?”

“Partly yes. I just couldn’t face everyone until I had time to speak to him privately. And I spent so much time Wednesday evening upset that I needed time during the day Thursday to finish up that big paper I’ve been working on for weeks that was due today. Sam brought my assignments from yesterday home and I turned them in today as well. So, I didn’t fall behind.”

“Good deal, then about school. I’m okay with that. I’m not okay with how Blaine treated you. I don’t know what he said during your talk that upset you so much, but I trust you and if you don’t want him around, then he won’t be.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Carole and I are leaving for DC tomorrow morning. She’ll be back Monday evening. I’ll be back late Thursday.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine. Sam’s staying for the weekend, so I won’t be alone, even if Finn goes out.”

Carole opened the door. “Dessert’s done.”

Kurt and Burt got up to go in. “Thanks for making all my favorites tonight.”

“No problem. After our talk Wednesday, I decided that I wanted tonight’s dinner to be special.”


Everyone opted for a movie and took their pie to the family room to watch it together. After the movie, Kurt took his plate to the kitchen, grabbed a small slice of pie for Sam and went up to his room to check on him. He knocked on Sam’s door, and then opened it slowly. “Hey, I brought you some pie.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said as he took the plate and fork from Kurt. “Here, sit. You can read what I wrote while I eat. The assignment said 3-5 pages and I’ve got almost three.”

“That’s good.” Kurt read through the paper quickly. “Okay, this is a good first draft. Your writing has gotten a lot better this year.”

Sam put the plate down and sat next to Kurt as they went through the essay. Kurt helped him with spelling and punctuation, explaining his corrections. With some edits and a few additional sentences, the essay spilled over onto a fourth page.

“Well, that’s that then. Last English paper for me for the year. I’m going to print it and put it in my bag for safekeeping. Thanks, Kurt.”

“No problem. I’m going to shower and head to bed.” Switching to his sci fi narrator voice, “Until tomorrow at 9:00, Samuel Evans.”

“Until tomorrow at 9:00, Kurt Hummel.”