A/N: Sorry guys, I know you were looking forward to a Brittany chamber, but I recently got a request to talk about characters I hadn't yet, so here's a Tina chapter! It's pretty sweet and funny, I got the suggestion from a fellow reviewer! Ok, enjoy this chapter
Kurt came home today. Everyone was excited, especially Finn, Sam, and Rachel. When mom walked with him into the door, we were all sitting on the long staircase leading up to some of the bedrooms. Rachel was the first one to speak. "Kurt!" She cried, running up to the 5 year old. I looked at Mike and Artie and shook my head at this odd girl.
"Stay back, Rachel!" Kurt shouted, putting a hand up to stop her. Mercedes and I snickered, and Finn burst out laughing. "Welcome back, Kurt!" Finn cried, picking Kurt up. Kurt tucked a clump of hair back in the correct place and hugged Finn's neck.
"Finnie. The man in white said I was going to be alright! Right, mommy?" Kurt screeched, like five year olds do. Mom just nodded, almost depressingly, and stumbled upstairs and closed the door to her room.
Later That Night
"Oh, come on, Mike! He just got home from the hospital. Please? Pleaassee?" I begged, down on my knees and looking up at him. Mike sighed. "Well you know I can't refuse, now!" Mike sighed, kissing me on the forehead, me being his favorite sister.
I knocked on the door of Kurt's room. "Rachel! Go away, I don't want a cookie right now!" A high, soprano voice, almost like mine called from inside the door. "Kurt, hun, it's not Rachel, it-it's Tina, and Mike, too!" I called, stuttering.
"Oh! Tina, Mikie, come on in!" Kurt shouted. Mike opened the door and stepped inside, me following close behind him. Kurt was playing with the barbies Puck got him for christmas. I rolled my eyes at the memory and stepped out of the doorframe.
"Hey Kurt!" Mike cried, hugging him. Kurt squeezed his shoulders and winked at me. I wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but when he came over to me he gave me a really big hug, so I guess thats what it meant.
"Well, Kurt...I was thinking...we don't spend enough time together, I mean, you and I, right?" I stuttered. Kurt didn't seem like he understood, and he cocked his head to the side as Mike laughed so hard, he almost started crying.
Kurt pointed to Mike and said, "I thought boys never cry?" I laughed even harder than Mike, and when we were both on the floor laughing, Kurt pouted, not getting the joke. When we stopped laughing, I put my arm around Kurt.
"We were wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with us? Finn's taken everyone to the park again, so there's no one in the house! What do you think?" Kurt stroked his chin, and Mike started to laugh again, but I hit him before he started up again.
Kurt thought. And thought. And thought, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. Finally he sighed like he was disappointed. "OK!" Kurt screeched, just like a five year old and ran down the stairs.
"Kurt!" I shouted, screaming bloody murder. Mike grabbed his shoulders before he could run. "Kurt! You can't run, you'll get a headache and you'll pass out again," I explained. Kurt touched the scar on his forehead that was deep enough to fit a pencil in there, and nodded. "I'm sorry Tina. Mikie," Kurt sighed, sliding down the stairs on his bottom.
"Don't shake your head to much!" I called. Mike came up behind me. "Nice going, mom!" He teased. I smacked his hands off my shoulder and walked down the stairs with him.
We decided to watch Bambi. At the end of the movie, Finn and the rest of the family came in. I looked down at Kurt, who was looking at the screen mortified. Finn came into the room and pointed at the disgusted five year old, watching the ending credits.
"How long has he been like that?" Finn asked in a worrying tone. "I don't know, I just noticed it," I said, serious. Finn leaned in front of Kurt, Sam behind him. "Kurt?" No answer. Not even a twitch. "Oh god...this isn't good...this isn't GOOD!" Finn screamed, standing up and punching the wall.
"Finn!" I screamed at him. "Don't break it!" Finn stopped. Kurt finally snapped back into reality, but the horrified look was still on his face. Finn and I were now in front of Kurt. "Kurt?" I asked softly, touching his hair to see if he would flinch.
His lip twiched, and finally he blinked. He walked in front of the TV, a hand on the screen, staring up at the picture of Bambi with a tear in his eye. "Bambi..." He whispered. We waited.
"...I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy..." Kurt pounded up the stairs, and I heard Rachel gasp. "Kurt!" Quinn called up the stairs. The bathroom door slammed shut. "How many times do I have to tell the boy not to run up or down the stairs!" Mike whispered. I smacked his arm, giving him a look that said, 'Now is not the time.'
Mike and I knocked on the bathroom door, and sounds of retching returned it. "Kurt!" I cried, knocking harder. More retching. "I'm sorry I made you watch that movie! Maybe it was too grown up for you, baby!" I cried again.
The toliet flushed and Kurt opened the door. His eyes and nose were red from crying, and his mouth was dirty. "It's ok, Tina, Mikie." Then Kurt ran to his room, and it was my turn to cry.
A/N: This story isn't very good to me. Next will be a Brittany chapter for sure. WEE!