Written in Carson's point of view

"Ergh." Kurt moaned from underneath our bed covers.

"You know, the morning isn't supposed to hurt." I said, walking over to him with a glass of water. "So you drank more than me?" I asked him.

"No, it's that you have a better tolerance level with alcohol." Kurt said, taking the glass of water and grabbing the medicine from under the bed.

I did have a better tolerance level, consequently I could remember the events from last night. Really. Did my drunken self kiss Santana? Most of all did I feel jealous that Rachel got to kiss Kurt? Must of been the alcohol.

"Can you remember anything from last night?" I asked Kurt.

"Other than we played spin the bottle." He answered. Crap. "I kissed a girl right?" He asked.

"Yeah, you kissed Rachel and hugged her for the whole night." I said.

"Oh no." He said.

"What?"

"I'm going to get Berry germs!" Kurt squealed, wincing as the notice hit his head.

"Kurt it is 10 o'clock in the morning, you might want to do your moisturizing routine as you take forever." I told him, changing the conversation quickly.

Kurt jumped up quickly and ran into our bathroom, closing the door behind him. I sat back down with a sigh, putting on my glasses and got started on the newspaper.

I didn't realise what time it was until Kurt glided through the bathroom door, looking more refreshed. Time flies by while I'm writing, sometimes I forget to come home from school.

"Carson, it is 12 o'clock, dad going to think that we are dead or something." Kurt said, pulling me off our bed.

"Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? We always make breakfast and lunch for him, God knows what he has done to the kitchen." Kurt said, pulling me by the arm to the door.

"Well I guess you got over your hang-over." I said sarcastically.

"Shut up, I'm starving." Kurt said, running past me downstairs.

We stepped into the kitchen to see our father, looking for a pot in the cupboard. Half of the content was scattered across the worktop, making it look like a 5 year old had a rampage in there.

"Dad, do you need help?" Kurt asked, putting a hand on our father's shoulder.

"You scared the crap outta me Kurt!" He said, shooting up. "Where have been?"

"We decided to sleep in." Kurt quickly said, before I could make a remark about going to England and seeing the queen.

"That's so unlike you." Our father said. "You do need your sleep though."

"Well we won't have any sleep with you snoring." I muttered.

"Carson." He warned. "So can you guys help me out?" He said, looking at Kurt.

"Sure dad." Kurt said, skipping towards the cupboard and pulling out a pot. "Carson, we are making pasta ok?"

"Ok, don't burn yourself." I said, turning around to go back to our room.

"You are helping!" Kurt said, pulling back into the kitchen.

"What? I don't know how to cook!" I screamed.

"Well I shall teach you." Kurt told me, shoving a pot into my hand.

After an agonising hour of cooking pasta, we served a bowl of pasta, looking slightly burnt.

"Carson, this looks.. well.. good." Kurt said, looking down at my bowl.

"Kurt, I tried ok?" I said.

"Can I try some?" Kurt said, jabbing a fork into my bowl.

"Are you sure? It looks like a squid." I said.

"Yeah, i'm sure." Kurt said, putting a fork full of pasta into his mouth. He winced at the food and slowly swallowed it.

"See look, it sucks." I said. "I'm useless."

"No you're not, maybe your not so good at cooking, but you are good at other things such as your newspaper." Kurt said.

"I guess, talking about newspapers I need to finish my newspaper before school in two days." I said.

"Eat something, just not that." Kurt said, pointing toward my bowl.

"Thanks Kurt." I said sarcastically.

"Sorry, but it really isn't that edible." Kurt said, pouring the spaghetti out of my bowl into the bin. "Have some of mine I have enough, dad's gone out on a lunch date."

"Again? Ok i'll have some of yours" I said.

"I thought so."

I was sat at my desk late at night, god knows what time when I saw Kurt and our father in the reflection of Kurt's mirror.

"Yeah?" I asked them.

"Carson, we have something to tell you that we should have told you a long time ago." Kurt said seriously.

"Ok." I said, standing up from my desk and walking over to them whilst stretching.

"Carson, I'm engaged!" Our father said excitedly.

"What? When did this happen? Who with?" I said scared that it would be someone terrible like my algebra teacher.

"Well it happened before Kurt transferred." Our father said slowly.

"What, hold up. This happened a month ago and you haven't told me?" I said angrily.

"We were afraid that you would act badly towards the subject." Kurt said, walking over to me.

"And who is this woman whom you very much like?" I asked, walking away from Kurt.

"Mrs Carol Hudson." Our father said.

"Is than Finn's mom?" I said, almost shouting. "He was one of the people who tormented Kurt in freshman year, how could you do this?"

"In freshman year." Kurt quietly said.

"Carson, Finn has apologised to Kurt many times." Our father warned me.

"Yeah and? He might carry on when they get closer." I said. "If you and Carol get married, I would not accept him as a step-brother."

"Fine, we just wanted to tell you." Kurt said.

"Ok well thanks for telling me I guess." I said walking back to my desk.

"And Kurt?" I said, when I heard hard footsteps walking away and soft footsteps walking towards me. "Please just go away."

"I just want to tell you that I am so sorry." Kurt said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and turned around to send him my famous bitch glare.

"Please Kurt go away before I call Santana to go all lima heights on you." I said.

"Oh.. ok see you later Carsey." Kurt said.

I slumped down at my desk chair, looking at at my clock. It was blinking 15:50. My head was pounding with what happened in the past 10 minutes. Our father has gotten married to Finn's mom! Finn, the school idiot. I just needed to let it all go so I decided to phone Santana.

"Hello slightly tanned Porcelain, what do you want?" Santana said.

"Can I come over?" I asked.

"Oh he sounds serious." I heard a prissy girl say in the background.

"I think its dolphin-shark!" I heard Brittany say in the background.

"Well if you want to be around aloud of girls then sure, get you ass over here." Santana said.

"You know it think this is my first time saying this, thank you Santana." I said, hanging up on the phone and grabbing a warm hoodie as it was winter still.

"Where are you going Carsey?" Kurt asked, from the kitchen.

"I'm going to Santana's. Bye!" I shouted, before some sort of argument would start.

"Hey Scruff." Santana said, using one of the many nicknames she has for me.

"My name is Carson." I corrected her, walking into her room.

"Sorry about that Hummel two." She said.

"Oh hey Quinn, I thought I heard a prissy voice on the phone." I said, glaring at Quinn.

"Oh i'm sorry about that." Quinn said standing up. "I'm just going now."

"Bye Quinn." I said, waving at her when she left.

"What her problem?" Santana asked to me. I shrugged. "So whats up Hummel two."

"Well Santana, you might want to change that name to Hudmel two." I said.

"No way." Santana said. "Your dad is engaged to the over-sized high schooler, boyfriends with the dwarf?"

"Yeah." I said. "I want to kill who ever put them together."

"Hey, hey slow down. We have got to figure out who put them together in the first place." Santana said.

"Maybe it's my happy dolphin." Brittney wondered out loud.

"He wouldn't dare." I hissed.

"Did he go to the open evening a few months ago?" Santana asked.

"Yeah, why." I asked.

"Well I know for a fact that your dad and Carol was talking together, I saw them talking in a classroom that I have never been in before." Santana said.

"Kurt wouldn't do that, he's way too sensitive about our mom." I said quietly.

"And that why he wanted your dad to get together with someone, so he could stop thinking about it." Santana said.

"Ok, well why did he choose Finn mom?" I asked.

"Well you know that he had a major crush on Finn when he was a sophomore at McKinley." Santana said.

"No." I said, wondering if what Santana said is true. I looked at Brittany, who was smiling at something on her phone. I looked away from her when she began to pet it.

"He got over it when Quinn got pregnant, but that may be the reason why he wanted to get your parents together, so he would be closer to Finn." Santana said. "How about we sneak into that prep school for posh boys tomorrow and ask him."

"It would be easier if I asked him at home-" I started.

"Do you want to miss algebra?" She asked, knowing I hated algebra with a burning passion.

"Yes, ok i'll come."

"Great, i'll pick you up from your house the time you usually leave so that Twinkle-Tush wouldn't see us. Wear the same colour clothes so that we don't look to suspicious." Santana said, becoming 'Auntie Snixx'.

"Ok, i'm going now so that you and Brittany can do whatever you guys do in your spare time." I said, edging towards the door.

"Remember, don't tell a word of this to Kurt." Santana said.

"Of course." I said, agreeing with Santana.

As I walked through our door, I immediately was stuffed into a hug.

"I thought Santana took you into some weird contraption." Kurt said.

"You need to stop worrying. Kurt can I talk you in our room?" I asked him.

"Ok." Kurt said, grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.

"So, What do you want to talk about?" Kurt asked me.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier." I said.

"It's okay, I deserved it. We should've told you earlier." Kurt said.

"What time does your lunch break start?" I asked Kurt.

"12:20 why?" He asked.

"So I know when I can phone you." I said.

"You shouldn't worry so much." Kurt said, hugging me tightly.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"7:30." Kurt said. I suddenly felt a growling in my stomach.

"What is there for tea?" I asked.

"Your tea is in the oven, make sure you don't burn yourself." Kurt joked.

"Hey!" I said. I jolted downstairs and pulled my tea out the oven and started eating.

Thank you for reading!