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Carole stared wide-eyed at Kurt.

"…I'm sorry, could you repeat that Kurt?"

Kurt blinked innocently.

"Can I please have some bacon this morning?"

"…honey, are you sick?"

"No, why?"

"You never eat bacon. Isn't it bad for your pores?"

Kurt shrugged. "I've found that my priorities, while having been made in a good-natured way, are horribly vain of me. So I've decided to change things beginning today, starting with bacon." He lifted his plate up to Carole's eye level. "Can I please have some?"

"…well, alright." Carole scooped up a couple of pieces of bacon onto Kurt's plate, still watching him with worried eyes.

Kurt smiled up at her and went to the toaster, where four waffles had popped up nice and crispy. He grabbed all four and went on to slather inhuman amounts of butter over their sides before using the normal Mrs. Buttersworth syrup to drown them. Now it was Carole who was starting to feel sick.

"Burt!"

Burt's footsteps were heard walking from upstairs, and he soon appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Yeah hun?"

Carole tilted her head towards Kurt, who was sitting unsuspectingly at the table and eating. Burt looked to his son and felt his eyes widen at the sight of Kurt's plate. There wasn't an inch that wasn't covered in thick maple syrup.

Kurt hated syrup of any kind. The only way Burt could get him to eat pancakes or waffles was to buy him a sugar-free syrup that was basically water. Even then it was a rarity for Kurt. This was earth-shattering to say the very least.

Burt walked over to his son and touched his shoulder gently. Kurt looked up, a mouth full of bacon mashed together with waffles. No cloth napkin in sight. Kurt hated using paper napkins. 'Bad for the environment,' He said.

"Good morning, kiddo." Burt said softly, trying to hide his surprised tone.

Luckily it seemed Kurt didn't notice. "Good morning dad." He mumbled through a mouth full of food, chewing a bit more before swallowing a Finn-portioned meal.

"Feeling okay?"

Kurt blinked, looking up at Burt. Was he really acting that much out of character? "Yeah, fine dad."

"Still need to talk?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

Burt looked a bit worried, but nodded and patted Kurt's back. Kurt would come to him when he was ready. Burt couldn't push him. Obviously something was going on.

He sat down and Carole served him his own breakfast of toast, egg whites and sausage links. The poor woman had to keep from fainting when Kurt asked for seconds.

Kurt was busy working in the basement when his cell phone rang. He set the brush down and sighed, going over to the stairs and opening his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey it's Finn."

"Hey, what's up?"

"…..did I get the wrong number?"

Kurt blinked. "I don't think so."

"This is Kurt?"

"….yeah."

"…you never say 'what's up'. I said it one time and you practically killed me."

"I did? I'm sorry."

"…It's okay dude. Uh…oh, can you come get me? We're all eating breakfast but I still need a ride home. Everyone else is too hung over to even think of driving right now."

"No problem."

"Thanks and…uh…." Finn's voice lowered to a whisper. "Why did you go last night?"

Kurt bit his lip. He wasn't counting on anyone caring that he left. Why would they when the life of the party was liquor?

"I wasn't feeling well."

"Did you get alcohol poisoning?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Finn if I had alcohol poisoning I wouldn't be able to speak to you right now. My dad would be busy murdering me for even looking at a beer."

"Oh…you didn't tell my mom did you?"

"No, I haven't told anyone. Look I'm coming over okay?"

"Okay dude, see you in a few."

"See ya."

When Finn hung up, he felt a bit confused. He had called Kurt 'dude' twice and Kurt hadn't said anything. Usually he was all over Finn's use of the English language. Maybe Kurt was sick.

Kurt looked around his room and sighed. He would have to finish later. He went into the bag of his things on the stairs and grabbed his wallet and keys, walking upstairs. Carole was still in the kitchen washing dishes, her back to him.

"Hey Carole?"

Carole turned around and her heart almost stopped beating at the sight of Kurt.

"Uh…."

"I'm going to get Finn." Kurt smiled sheepishly. "I forgot that I need to bring him home."

"…uhm…."

"Be back later." Kurt smiled at her and went to his car, passing his father in the living room on the couch with the television on. Burt glanced over and he did a double take. His eyes widened at the sight of Kurt, speechless. Kurt closed the front door and Burt heard his car engine starting before there was silence.

"…..did you see that?" Carole asked, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

Burt nodded, wide-eyed still.

"Yeah."

Finn rubbed his eyes, sitting at Rachel's dining room table. The glee club, minus Kurt and plus Blaine, was sitting there as well, food on their plates as they groaned and moaned over their headaches.

"I'm never, ever taking another drink as long as I live." Rachel mumbled.

"Me as well." Blaine said softly, pushing his food around on his plate. "My head is killing me."

Puck walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee. "Wusses. Am I the only one badass enough to drink that much and still feel like a champ in the morning?"

Mercedes rested her head on the table. "Quit shouting."

Puck grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

There was a knock at the door and everyone's heart stopped.

"Rachel I thought your dads weren't coming home until tonight."

"They aren't supposed to." Rachel whispered.

Finn stood up, groaning at the sudden blood rush to his head.

"It's not her dads. I called Kurt to come pick me and Blaine up."

Rachel moved a little closer to Blaine. "Blaine's going with you?"

Finn looked over, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. Him and Kurt have school tomorrow so they're driving back to Westerville together."

Blaine glanced at Rachel, eyebrow raised. "That's right. Kurt and I carpooled here since it wouldn't make much sense driving two separate cars to the same places."

Rachel's earnest brown eyes gazed up at Blaine. "Will you ever come back to visit?"

"…..I guess?"

"Oh, I know, we can exchange emails and phone numbers. Do you have Facebook?"

"…uh…"

"Of course he does. Just look at my friends list Rachel, he's on there."

The glee clubbers all looked over. Mercedes almost screamed. Rachel felt faint. Blaine felt even more confused. Santana smirked and Brittany balanced a piece of bacon on her nose.

Kurt was wearing a shirt and jeans.

They were both stained with paint.

Kurt was wearing paint-stained clothes.

Were paint stains a design?

Nope.

Even his hair…it wasn't brushed. It was just…he had a bedhead.

"Kurt, you feeling okay?" Mercedes asked, not able to take her eyes off of his horribly normal clothes.

Kurt's eyebrows pushed together. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

Rachel pointed at his shirt. "That."

Kurt looked down. "Oh, sorry. I was working on my room before I got here."

Finn stood behind Kurt, looking as confused as the others. He shrugged when Rachel looked at him and went down the hall. Kurt smiled at the group. "How are you all feeling?"

"….ugh."

Reminded of their headaches, Mercedes pressed the cool glass of orange juice to her forehead and Rachel rubbed her temple. The shock of Kurt's non-designer brand clothes only seemed to make her head pound harder.

Blaine took this opportunity to slide away from Rachel's watch and go to Kurt. "Hey, what happened last night?"

Kurt looked at him strangely before Finn walked back to them, smiling. "Got my stuff. Yours too Blaine."

Blaine looked over and grabbed his things from Finn. "Oh, thanks." He glanced back to Kurt, who was already heading out to the car. He started to follow when someone grabbed his arm. Turning around he saw Rachel gripping him.

"Wait, let me have your phone."

Blaine stared at her oddly, fishing his phone out of his pocket and handing it to her. She put her number in his contacts and smiled. "There! Now we can talk wherever we are."

"….thanks?"

He walked out a bit faster now, putting his things in the trunk of the car along with Finn's. He started to open the door to the back seat when he was whipped around and kissed. His eyes widened instantly as he saw Rachel there, her lips pressed desperately against his.

Glancing over he saw Kurt in the driver's seat watching them with an indifferent expression on his face.

Crap!

He pushed away from Rachel, looking at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you goodbye." Rachel kissed him again and Blaine moved away from her. "Rachel I-"

"I know." She said, putting a finger over his lips. "I love you too."

If Blaine's eyes widened any more he would have empty sockets.

What the hell was going on?

He hurriedly got into Kurt's car. Rachel stayed in the driveway, waving and smiling. Kurt felt disgusted, but inhaled and then exhaled.

It would be fine. Everything was fine.

"Do you guys have any idea what that was about?"

Finn looked back at Blaine from the passenger's seat. "No dude. I thought you were gay."

"I am!" Blaine said, snapping his seatbelt on.

"It didn't look like it." Finn said. Why was this morning so confusing? He was never drinking again.

"Didn't look like it last night either." Kurt mumbled.

Both boys turned to look at him.

"What?"

Kurt glanced in the rearview mirror at Blaine.

"You and Rachel seemed to have hit it off splendidly."

Blaine bit his lip. "Kurt I didn't-"

"You don't have to explain to me." Kurt said, shrugging.

Finn watched his stepbrother, his eyes soft. They all knew how much Kurt liked Blaine. This had to be killing him inside.

The rest of the car drive was quiet. Finn grabbed his things and hurried into the house where Burt and Carole were talking on the couch. When Finn opened the door they both looked over with wide eyes as if they were expecting a shoot out or something.

Finn blinked. "….hi?"

"Finn!" They both ran over to him. "Did you see Kurt?" "What's going on with my boy, Finn?"

Finn looked at them both. "I…I don't know. I just woke up I don't know anything."

"Something had to have happened at the sleepover, Finn." Carole whispered.

Finn bit his lip, looking to the two adults.

"Well-"

"We're home." Kurt announced, walking in with Blaine right behind him.

"Oh good!" Carole said, her voice a bit high-pitched.

"Tell us later." Burt mumbled to Finn, who nodded.

"Oh, I think I forgot my wallet in the car." Kurt mumbled, going back outside.

"Come on Blaine, we can set the stuff in me and Kurt's room."

Blaine nodded, following Finn through the kitchen and down the stairs.

Seeing the room, Finn yelled.

"MOM!"

Carole rushed over to the stairs, running down before screaming as well.

"BURT!"

Burt scrambled over and ran down the stairs. Seeing what he saw….

Kurt's room was completely different. Gone were the Dior gray and the white furniture. The walls were pale beige, and the furniture Burt recognized from the attic. A plain wooden desk, a old torn up arm chair and a small mirror attached to the wall replaced everything that Kurt had. Only Kurt and Finn's beds across from each other remained the same.

"Holy…."

"Do you guys like it?"

The four turned to look at Kurt, smiling at the top of the stairs, before looking at the changed room.

"Kurt, what…uh…."

"Oh, dad, don't worry about the furniture." Kurt said, grinning. "I sold it all on eBay this morning and even made a profit. I can pay you back for all the ridiculously priced things you got me."

Burt was speechless. He never minded buying Kurt what he wanted. Sure it was expensive but they could afford it. Why was he throwing away what he loved so dearly?

Kurt pushed passed them all and walked to the middle of the room, smiling. "Finn I hope you like it. I know you thought our old room was creepy."

Finn looked around, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, yeah but…"

Kurt threw open the closet doors and Carole almost shrieked. All of Kurt's designer clothes were gone.

"I even cleaned out the closet for you Finn. Since I'm not here most of the time and all I wear is my uniform I figured you could use it more than I could."

They were all speechless. Kurt stood there with a soft smile on his face, watching his family.

What happened to Kurt?