KURT

"Could you pass me the lube over there?" Dad called, hunched over some crappy blue truck. I turned around. The bottle was lying on the counter, all covered in something oily.

"It's right there, Kurt." He said. I whipped out a clean handkerchief—all white and perfect—picked up the bottle and handed it over to him. Oh great. Now it was all stained and the black oily stuff seeped through to my fingers.

"You're welcome." I muttered, slinging my bag over my shoulder and making my way into my car, starting the engine and off to school.

"What the hell?" Mercedes poked her head into the dumpster. All I could see were her eyes and the pink beret she was trying to sport.

I guess it sort of worked. She just looked at me for a while, as if it was her first time seeing me swimming in trash. I finally sat up, hooking my leg over the metal box and jumping out.

She handed me my stuff as we walked into the school.

I opened my locker, pulling out a bottle of hairspray. Half-empty. I looked across me and Mercedes.

Quinn had the baby in her arms, refilling more baby bottles. Finn was standing beside her, grinning as he spoke. Quinn laughed. Her eyes glinting.

They were happy, right?

Everyone was happy.

Because everything was back to normal.

Because everything was tucked back into the past and erased.