Kurt woke up in the middle of the night. He sat up in a cot and squinted into the darkness. Even with the lights off, Rachel's room was still very pink. Kurt couldn't see Rachel in her bed, but the covers were lumped in the shape of a person.

Kurt didn't like to admit how close of a friend Rachel had become to him. It wasn't socially acceptable to like Rachel for anything more than her voice, but who else would be up for an all night Barbra Streisand marathon. They had proudly sung along with her movies over a bowl of popcorn until they were too exhausted to do anything more than sleep.

Sliding easily out of the covers in his blue satin pajamas, Kurt padded across the room toward the bathroom rubbing sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. He grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open to see Rachel standing in front of the toilet reaching under the front of her nightgown. Kurt's mind struggled to understand the scene in front of him over the light sound of water streaming into water. Rachel looked over her shoulder at him with an expression of shocked horror.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Kurt threw his forearm over his eyes and turned, closing the door behind him. He hurried back to the cot muttering "Oh god" repeatedly under his breath. Sitting on the edge of the cot, Kurt's mind struggled to understand the image he had just seen as the other part of his mind tried to get rid of the image completely.

A minute later the bathroom door opened. Kurt squinted his eyes to see Rachel's silhouette in the light of the doorway, her head slightly lowered. A long moment passed, the only movement the nervous shifting of Rachel's feet.

"My Dad didn't go over girls when we had 'the talk', but I don't think what I just saw is normal," he couldn't think of a more diplomatic way to put it, but someone needed to say something.

"No," Rachel started, "it's not." She slowly walked toward the cot, and when Kurt didn't protest she sat down next to him. "Can I trust you with a secret?"

Could she trust him with a secret? Probably not, but Kurt nodded his head slowly anyway, his lips slightly parted.

"Well, the thing is," Rachel hadn't told anyone before and finding the words was more difficult than she ever thought it would be. "When I was little, I mean, when I was born," she sighed, "I was born a boy."

Kurt stared into Rachel's eyes, "What?"

"I used to be Ross Berry. When I was four years old I told my Dads that I wanted to be a girl, and they've been really supportive and helpful with the whole thing. They were actually pretty excited about having a daughter instead of a son. Eventually I'll have the surgery to really be a girl, but it's hard to get done before turning eighteen."

As Rachel explained, Kurt just sat silently with his jaw hanging open. Rachel was terrified for this particular truth to be coming out. She hoped that Kurt, with being gay, would be a little more understanding about her situation than most people would be. The expression on his face didn't help her confidence.

"Oh. My. God." Kurt exclaimed in three separate sentences. "I have to tell someone! I have to tell Mercedes!"

Rachel grabbed Kurt's shoulders and leaned her face toward his, "Kurt, no! You can't tell anyone about this! Do you know what this would do to my reputation? As if being leader of the Glee dorks wasn't bad enough, if the school found out about this I'd, I'd have to kill myself! And if Finn found out? I'd never get him back!"

"How are you going to keep Finn from finding out if you do get back together?" There was a slight edge to Kurt's voice. Even though Kurt and Blaine were together, and Finn was now Kurt's step-brother, Kurt couldn't make himself completely get over Finn. Finn still looked after him and kept him safe, it was an attractive quality.

"Why do you think I never slept with him? I'll just make him wait, then when I have my surgery he won't be able to tell the difference. He never has to know. Promise me that you won't tell anyone," Rachel pleaded with her big brown eyes.

"Your secret is safe with me," Kurt sighed, then held up three fingers, "scout's honor."