Kurt's head pounded. He felt like his veins were going to explode any minute now. He was still lying down in his bed, remembering a few details from last night's party. He remembered Quinn and Damian. He remembered Lindsay. But most of all, he remembered consuming more alcohol than anyone else in the party did. No kidding.

Kurt groaned as he headed to the dining room, his hair still a bit wet from the shower. Finn was having breakfast when he saw his brother come in the room, a hand on his head.

"Had a little too much to drink now, did we?" Finn said, glancing at Kurt. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows.

"Not really in the mood, Finn." He said and sat down on the table, his head resting on it.

There was a moment of silence. Finn took a sip from his orange juice before speaking.

"So, tell me, dude. What was up with you and Lindsay last night? You two were going at it like crazy. I didn't really think that she's your type. I mean, I didn't think that girls were your type…"

Kurt groaned once more and lifted his head. He felt something coming up his throat and immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up on the toilet.

Finn sighed. Kurt had to know that he can tell him anything. It's the brother's code. Or something like that.

Monday.

Kurt's hangover has decreased a little, but he can still feel it. He walked among the hallways of McKinley. It was sort of obvious that he was having one hell of a hangover. His hair wasn't gelled back neatly like it used to be. The sleeves of his white button-up shirt were unevenly rolled up to his elbows. His black pants were good but his messenger bag slung pathetically on his shoulders.

He went to his locker to get his History book. He regretted what he did at Puck's party. He knew why he did it but somehow, it made him feel worse. He didn't want to feel bad. He wanted to be mad and stay mad.

Quinn and Damian were walking down the hall together. They were engrossed in a conversation that they didn't even notice that they passed by Kurt. Kurt gazed at them, leaning on the lockers.

"Hey!" a voice said, and Kurt looked to his left. Lindsay was approaching him. He took this is as an opportunity to carry on his plan. He immediately grabbed her hand and closed his locker with his free hand. Lindsay was surprised.

"Walk with me?" he looked into her eyes and she raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Why so eager?"

"Have you made up your mind yet?" Kurt said, ignoring her question and walking with her hand in hand in the hallway, making sure that Quinn saw this.

"What?"

"About being my prom date?"

Lindsay looked at her feet. Kurt didn't like this look. "I don't know, Kurt. I mean, we—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kurt took her aside and immediately pressed his lips against hers. She wasn't amused. Not a bit.

"Whoa!" she said when she finally pulled away from him. "I have seen guys who wanted to tap this. But I've never seen anyone display do as much PDA as that." Lindsay said and walked away, leaving Kurt hanging. He had to admit, he did take it a little too far this time. His plan was falling apart. Quinn glanced at him but immediately looked away when she saw Kurt looking at her. Finn saw what happened, too. And he was really starting to think that Kurt was going cuckoo.

"Okay, what was that?" Finn said, approaching Kurt. Kurt just sighed and shook his head. "Nothing."

"That wasn't nothing. That was something. And when you say that something is nothing, it usually means that it's something."

"It was nothing. Please, just— leave me alone." Kurt said and headed off to first period.

Lunch.

Kurt was on his way to the cafeteria when he realized that Quinn and Damian were only a few feet away from him. They were once again talking about something that seemed interesting to both of them. Kurt walked a little bit closer (but not too close) for him to hear what they were saying.

"I don't know, Quinn. I'd have to divide my time between and soccer and that but… sure. I'll try to think about glee club." Damian smiled at her. Kurt's eyes widened. Was Damian really going to join glee club? And why did he care, anyway?

Kurt kept telling himself that he doesn't care.

He doesn't want to care.

He wants to think that he'll never care.

But then he'd just be lying to himself.