*** December 31, 2010

Ever since Christmas I haven't been feeling well. My stomach won't stop doing summer salts and I'm tired all the time. It's hard for me to get out of bed and do anything. I know that everyone is getting more and more worried about me and I've had to convince my dad on more than one occasion that I didn't need a doctor.

I have been sleeping all day knowing that I would have to stay up tonight to watch the ball drop on TV. I walk down stairs in my pajamas and as soon I enter the kitchen, I smell this awful smell. I run as fast as I can into the bathroom, just making it in time to throw up in the toilet. This is awful; this is the first time I actually threw up. I'm starting to think that maybe my dad was right I do need a doctor. As soon as I think that I shudder, no, no doctor, I will just have to pretend that I'm not getting any worse.

I rinse out my mouth doing the best I can to get the taste of throw up out of my mouth, wishing I was in my own bathroom with my toothbrush. I try sneaking up the stairs seeing that Carole is taking food out of the oven.

"Kurt sweetie is that you?" I cringe, but I take a deep breath and plaster a smile on my face.

"Yea Carole it's me." I say walking into the kitchen. I start breathing through my mouth, not wanting to chance throwing up again. I look around the kitchen see a ton of food. "What's with all the food? I thought you and dad were going out to a New Year's Party?"

"Oh we are, but Noah is coming over. It's been a tradition ever since the boys knew each other. I remember the first year they had the New Year Sleep over, the next day Finn's room was trashed. It took myself and Finn a whole two days to get it clean again." Carole chuckles fondly at the memory.

"Wait, Puck is sleeping over?" I can't keep the shock out of my voice. I had no idea about this; I wish that I had some kind of warning from Finn.

"Oh yea, I'm sorry I thought you knew. Any way would you like some pigs in a blanket, there fresh out of the oven." I take a deep breath and now I know what the awful smell is, I turn away from Carole running back to the bathroom to throw up again.

I feel someone rubbing my lower back in soothing circles and right away I know its Carole. When I'm done I lean on Carole, too tired to get up yet. "Kurt sweetie, is this the first time you have thrown up?" I swallow my gilt and immediately regret it with the throw up taste still in my mouth.

"Yea, my stomach hasn't hurt all day and all of a sudden I need to throw up."

"Maybe you should just stay in bed for the rest of the night. We can stay home and take care of you."

"Carole that's really sweet, but you and dad go enjoy yourselves and if I need something I can always bother Finn and Puck." Carole laughs.

"Ok, only if you're sure?" I just nod my head yes.

Glee

Finn and I wave to our parents as they pull out of the drive way. As soon as the front door closes I turn to Finn. "Why didn't you tell me that Puck was coming to sleep over tonight? I thought that we could have a romantic night just the two of us." I tell him.

"Relax Kurt; we are going to have a romantic night together. Puck is out with some chick and then will be here shortly after midnight. Trust me I would never give up alone time with you." He leans in for a kiss and I can't resist, giving him a chaste kiss on the mouth.

Glee

For the past five hours Finn and I have been cuddled close together on the couch. The count down for the ball to drop is starting.

10…9…8…

"Kurt." I look up into Finn's eyes.

7…6…5…

Finn starts leaning in for a kiss.

4…3…2…

I lean in towards Finn and my eyes flutter close

…1…

Our lips meet. At this moment everything goes away, it's just the two of us, sharing a Hollywood worry kiss. We pull back. "I love you." Finn whispers in my ear, before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

I let you guys imagine what happens next

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