"Hey, Kurt. Do you- Oh my gosh! What is that?!"
Kurt, a once well-resting man, now fully awake due to his (sometimes) insufferable roommate; then, realizes what he's sleeping with and sighs. "We seriously need doors around here." He mumbles into his comfy, cuddle pillow, all the while trying to shield it a little more even though he knows it's too late. Apparently since there's no doors, that means your free to just walk into rooms without asking to come in first.
"What's going on in here?" Santana says as she walks in wondering what the commotions about and looks at Rachel and then to Kurt and finally sees what Rachel was yelling about, "What the hell? Kurt, who's dead body is that?"
Kurt finally gets up from his comfortable position and turns around with a pointed look, "Seriously guys? What do you want?"
"Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to brunch, but I think I asked a more important question instead." Rachel says with her hands on her hip.
"I'm with Rachel. What the hell is that?" Santana walks up to Kurt's bed and reaches for the body, but gets her hands slapped away by Kurt.
"Can you not?" Santana quickly reaches a second time and successfully grabs it.
"Oh man. This is too funny. Hold on a minute... Why does it smell like Blaine?"
"It does not!" Kurt retorts a little to quickly.
"Defensive are we? And.. uhh... yes it does. I can tell its Blaine by the smell of his strawberry-flavored cement." Santana passes it off to Rachel to get confirmation.
"It definitely does. Why do you have this? And where did you get it?" Rachel says as she hugs the oddly shaped pillow.
Kurt hesitates in answering but finally concedes, "Blaine got it for me while we were still together, ok? It was a gag gift."
"Wanky." Kurt shoots Santana a death glare.
"It's a comfortable pillow. Leave me alone." Kurt snags the body shaped pillow from Rachel and tucks it under him as if protecting it.
Rachel catches sight of a distinctive mark and smirks, "Well, well... Kurt even put one of Blaine's shirts on it."
"No, I didn't." Again, Kurt is getting defensive.
"Yes, you did. There's a orange stain towards the bottom," Rachel points out, "I remember because Blaine started complaining that he spilled his juice box on one of his favorite shirts. A shirt, that he also said, was one that you really liked on him 'cause it complemented his hazel eyes."
Kurt gave Rachel an angry look while Santana comes back in, "Did it at least take you out to dinner before you got into bed with it?" The latina smirks while being given the death glare once again. "Ok, ok but I have a question-"
"As if you didn't say enough already." Kurt mumbles.
"Your new kind-of boy toy, who has stayed here during a snow storm and took you out on a movie date, is like right down the street. Why don't you just cuddle with him instead of a pillow that smells like your ex-boyfriend? Maybe because you know it won't be the same. Maybe you just want Blaine, and only Blaine, here to cuddle with you instead."
Kurt stays silent. Damn Santana and her Mexican Third-Eye.
