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Chapter Twelve

Noah and Finn rode to school together in Mrs. H's car. Finn drove; Noah couldn't remember the last time he'd been that scared. Kurt couldn't start going back to school at McKinley until Monday, and Finn wasn't allowed to drive Kurt's baby, but Noah couldn't miss another day of school without risking more legal problems. He decided it was best like this anyways. This way he and Finn could talk to Mike and Artie without Kurt there. No reason to make the boy relive the shit he'd been through more than they had too.

Mrs. H was taking Sara to school in the Navigator and meeting the Child Services rep there. They were going to do the paperwork at the school giving the Hummels temporary custody and give the school copies of them and of the restraining orders against his mom. When Mrs. H was done there, she would come to McKinley and do the same for him. A judge had granted the Hummels custody for at least the next eight weeks.

As he and Finn pulled into the school parking lot he told Finn, "We need to talk to Mike and Artie. Let them know about the lawyer and what we're doing for Kurt and that he'll be back on Monday. We need to make sure they keep their mouths shut."

"Dude, I talked to them yesterday. They won't say nothing. On our way to Westerville yesterday Mike even swore not to the breath a word to Tina," Finn said, getting out of the car.

He got out and met Finn at the back of the car. He wished he had that much faith in Mike. "I still think I need a word with them, and they need to know what's up. Mr. Wayne said he'd be going by their places this weekend. And we have to tell them we can't be giving each other details."

"Okay, we can deal with it at lunch," Finn agreed. They had reached the front of the school. "What are you going to tell everyone about your problem? Why you had to move in with us?"

"Wasn't planning on saying anything," he told his friend. "No one's business but my family and yours."

"Okay," Finn huffed. "But you know they're going to find out sooner or later. Most of Glee is in and out of our house on the weekends. The girls can't seem to go more than a week without seeing Kurt."

So it wasn't going to be a secret that he and Sara moved into the Hummel's house, but they didn't have to know all the details. He'd just let everyone find out on their own and go from there. He just wasn't the sharing type.

"Dude, I'll see you at lunch under the bleachers," he said and left Finn at his locker.

He had assignments to turn in today and two tests after lunch. He figured he'd turn in his work before first bell and then chill in the nurse's office until Mrs. H got there.

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"Hurry up, Kurt," Burt yelled up the stairs. "I want to get to the store so we can get started after lunch."

"I'm coming," his son yelled back. He was so happy his little man was back home where he belonged. He just wished it had happened some other way. "I was double checking a few things," Kurt said running down the stairs.

"Well, come on," he had to smile. His boy loved remodeling and redecorating. And just like at the shop, Kurt didn't mind getting his hands dirty and helping out as much he could. Kurt learned so fast. The only things they were going to need to hire someone for were the electrical and plumping. He and Kurt planned to put the walls up in the attic this afternoon. He wished they had discovered this passion of Kurt's sooner. He really loved spending the extra time with Kurt.

They loaded up in his truck and headed to Home Depot. Most people wouldn't believe him, but Kurt lit up like a kid on Christmas when he was at the big warehouse store. He didn't know if his son had more fun in the store, or if he had more fun watching the boy.

"So last night's recap?" Kurt asked.

"Well, sleepy head," he teased remembering how precious his son and Sara looked last night snuggled up together in bed.

"Hey, I was held hostage until I passed out because I happen to be incredibly gifted with vocal talent," Kurt grinned at him. He was so proud of how well Kurt was handling everything.

"Noah and Sara will be with us for at least eight weeks. That's the minimum investigation time. Perry says he'll be surprised if they finish it before you kids get out of school for the summer. That's why we're going ahead with your plans," he gave Kurt the abbreviated version of last night. He figured if Noah wanted Kurt to have the details, he could tell the boy himself.

"Dad, if you really don't want me in the attic, we can figure something else out. I'd offer to share my room, but that doesn't seem to go over well. Maybe Finn could share with Noah? Finn would have to go back to a twin bed, but it might work," Kurt rambled on.

"No, son, this is best," he said. It wasn't his favorite idea, but he and Carole had discussed the plan last night. None of the kids were used to sharing a room, and since they had the space and could handle the cost of the changes, letting Kurt convert the attic was the better choice. Not perfect, but better. "I know with the old house your old room was a lot bigger than the new one."

"I've been fine, Dad." Kurt told him. Kurt had been fine. He hadn't complained or whined about not getting the attic when they moved in. He had requested that Burt let him make some plans and they talk about it again when school let out. Burt had agreed, and now it was a good thing that Kurt hadn't completely given up on his idea.

"But now you're going to be here full-time, not just on the weekends," he explained. "I think the attic will suit you better. All I ask is that you make an effort to interact with the rest of the family. I just don't want you to go back to isolating yourself in your room."

"What?" the boy seemed surprised.

"Kurt since the wedding, since we became a family, you've been different. When you're home, you make an effort and you spend time with all three of us. You and Carole chat, shop, cook, and you two always have a project going on. You've been spending every Saturday at the shop with me. I know it's work, but it's time together. And Sunday's with you and Finn are the highlight of my week. I know you've been helping Finn with his homework, and you play video games with him or you two jam in the basement. You sit in the living room with us even though you read while we watch sports or Dirty Jobs. It's great having you there. I love having you around, not hidden away in your room." He still blamed himself for letting Kurt slip away from him. For letting his little boy grow up far too fast.

"I never realized, but Carole and Finn really brought us together in a way we never had before," Kurt fell quiet. The boy was probably thinking of his mother, another reason Burt was so proud of him for letting Carole in. Kurt's mom had been the most important person in his life before she passed away.

A few minutes went by and Burt was afraid he'd gone too far, said too much. He hadn't meant to upset his son. He loved Kurt more than anything or anyone.

"I'll try to make sure we don't drift apart again. If you feel that I'm pulling away I want you to promise to tell me," he chanced a look at his boy and saw the sincerity in his blue green eyes. "I like being a family again. I like feeling like father and son again. I'm glad I'm not the only one responsible for you anymore. It makes me feel a little freer. I love our family."

He wasn't sure how he had done it, but he had a pretty awesome son.

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Puck scared off the few kids that were trying to hide out under the stadium bleachers to smoke. He was making damn sure there were no witnesses to this little meeting of his. Plus, the little idiots didn't need to be causing anymore brain damage than they already had.

About half way through, lunch Finn and Artie showed. Finn pushed their handicapped friend's wheelchair when they left the pavement to meet him. The three exchanged fist bumps for a greeting.

"Where's Mike?" he asked. Mike was their weakest link and he needed to hear this more than the other two. He wanted to get this over with as soon as he could.

"He's having issues slipping away from Tina," Finn answered. Tina was going to be a problem.

"Yeah, the Asian Queen of Hearts can be incredibly hard to ditch," Artie confirmed. Sometimes Puck thought the guy was still a little bitter from the breakup.

Artie had really come out of his shell when he and Tina had been dating, and when she dumped him, he was crushed. Puck figured being a cripple and having your girlfriend leave you for a hunky jock with killer abs and that could dance like no one's business was a hard hit to Artie's self-esteem. Nothing like falling in love just to have your heart ripped out because you weren't good enough. He knew the feeling.

Tina could really be a mean girl. He had thought hooking Artie up with Brittany was helping the two out. They both needed someone to love them for who they are and not what they appeared to be on the outside. His plan seemed to be working. He just hoped Santana would leave them the fuck alone.

The three boys talked about the last Glee club meeting as they waited for Mike. All three were excited that Kurt was coming back. They needed someone to shut Rachel the hell up. He hoped that Schue would still want Kurt for that solo he mentioned the day Kurt walked out on them.

He hated thinking about that day. It had been awful. After Kurt walked out, everything went to hell. Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, Quinn, and Brittany all cried. Santana and Finn both threw tantrums. Mike and Sam were overwhelmed with the crying girls. Artie looked like someone had just killed a puppy in front of him. And, well, Puck was just plain pissed. What the fuck had happened while he was gone? Finn refused to tell them exactly what happened; just that Kurt wasn't safe at McKinley anymore. Duh, he got that, that's why he offered to go all secret service for the boy. He was totally willing to be the dude's bodyguard. He wondered if maybe now Kurt would tell him what was really up.

Mike came running up to them and pulled Noah out of his thoughts. The guy was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, "Sorry guys. Tina." Enough said.

He was kind of glad he didn't have a girl tying him down. He hadn't wanted to screw around with Santana since before Juvie. Lauren was pretty cool, a real badass, but after a second make out session they agreed they were better off friends. Even though they were both very good at it, they just didn't have any kind of sexual spark. They still had fun hanging out and fucking with everyone's heads. The big thing though was he wasn't seeing anyone at all. No cheerleaders, no MILFs, no cougars, no one at all. He just wasn't into the meaningless sex any more.

"Earth to Puck," Artie said, bringing him back to reality.

"I just want to make a few points, and then we can go about our business," he said. He was all kinds of serious as he continued. "What happened to Kurt is totally off limits. You tell no one, absolutely no one but the cops and the attorneys. I hear anything about it around school and I will beat the three of you. Got it?"

The three looked a little upset with him, but he didn't care. This was way too important.

"Dude, he's my brother. I would never hurt him like that," Finn said.

"He's my friend and you know me Puck. I'm not about to spread other people's business around." Yeah he knew that; Artie had proved that to him first hand, but still he needed to hear the guy reaffirm it.

"What about Tina?" Mike asked.

Puck grabbed the front of the jock's t-shirt. "You breathe a word to her and I'll give you an Asian beat down like you've never seen or heard of," he threatened.

"Got it, no one at all, not even my girl," Mike said and Puck released him.

"Good the next thing," he went on, still serious. "We can't talk about any of the details with each other either. No comparing notes or anything. That's what Kurt's lawyer said."

"Makes since," said Artie. "You met with the man already?"

"Yeah he's already taken my statement and said he'd call your parents today so he could talk to the two of you this weekend," he eyed both boys. They seemed to take this part in stride.

"I'll do anything I can for Kurt, but all I did was sit in the car," Artie sounded upset, probably wished he could do more.

"Yeah, but you saw how Kurt was. You can say what state of mind we were all in," he told his friend.

"Kurt will be back on Monday," Finn said.

"We all need to be here for him," Artie added.

"Karofsky and the guys are going to be a problem," Mike said looking worried.

"I don't plan on giving them a chance," he stated.

"That's going to be a hard to do," Artie said. "You can't fight without going back to Juvie."

"I don't plan on fighting. We just make sure Kurt's not left alone and that will minimize the damage," he explained. "It will have to do until we can come up with a better plan. I'm thinking blackmail, but I have to do some research first. Dig up dirt on those idiots."

"So how are we going to manage this?" Artie asked.

"Finn and I will ride to school with him; I'll stick with him until we know his new schedule. I'll just handle it until lunch and then we can work things out with all of New Directions," he reasoned out.

"Good idea," Finn said.

"Yeah well, that's it. I got a date with a cot in the nurse's office," he walked away. He had to keep appearances up, but he didn't want to be late for his test next period.

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Kurt loved Home Depot. He and his dad had already ordered the lumber and sheetrock they needed. Then he had stopped by the paint counter and set the lady there to mixing all the paints he needed.

His dad had told him at breakfast that he could do his thing, and he had immediately rushed back upstairs and talked to Sara and hounded Noah about color schemes. He had barely gotten decisions out of them before they left for school. Sara had picked her colors quickly, but Noah was no help at all. The older teen didn't care as long as he stayed away from brown and blue. He had ordered pink, purple, red, black, white, and silver paint. He would have the paint delivered, too.

Sara was getting pink and purple walls and Noah was getting a red and black theme. He had decided to keep his furniture and get Noah new stuff. The key to Noah's room was going to be the new lighting he was going to have put in.

Now, the problem was reworking his plans so he could afford everything. He was currently comparing bathtubs and seeing which would fit his new budget best. He had saved money to remodel one room, not three. He was going to miss those jets in the tub; he'd really wanted them.

"Hey Buddy, what's the frown for?" his dad asked as he joined him.

"Nothing, just reworking my plans to fit the new budget," he smiled at his dad. He loved when they did things together, especially guy things.

"What are you giving up?"

"Nothing important," he answered his dad, "I just have to downgrade a few things since I'm redoing Sara and Noah's rooms too."

"Tell you what. You go ahead and get everything you've saved for. Carole and I will cover the rest," his dad said.

"I'm the one that wanted to do this. That makes it my responsibility," he stated. He didn't like taking money from his parents. They had already wasted their honeymoon money sending him to Dalton, though the school had been an idyllic place the first few weeks. "A few little changes aren't going to kill me."

"Listen to me," his dad said as he rested his big mechanics' hands on his own slender shoulders. His dad did this when he wanted his undivided attention. "Carole and I made the decision to take those two in. We want them to feel welcomed just as much as you do. So we are going to help with this, so just go ahead with your original plan. Then everyone will be happy."

That promptly ended the argument and cut his shopping time tremendously. He only had to pick out a few things for Noah and Sara's rooms and place the orders for delivery. It took him a record breaking twenty more minutes. His dad was stunned. The linen store and furniture stores took much longer since he had to choose two more sets of everything. To save time he and his dad just grabbed something from the drive thru on the way home so they could meet the delivery trucks. The older Hummel probably thought it was heaven.

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Noah and Finn made it home before Mrs. H and Sara. Noah hadn't been allowed to go with Sara to pack her things. Mrs. H was handling it. Burt was in the driveway working on Noah's truck.

"Hey Mr. H," he said as he rounded the front of his truck.

"Hey kid," Burt said as he looked around. "Finn, buddy, watch out upstairs. Kurt's been at it all afternoon and the hall's lined with all kinds of things. You break anything, and you're dealing with your brother."

"Oh, man. Not again. He's dangerous when he's like this," Finn pouted as he headed into the house.

"It's not that bad," Burt glanced at him. "Kurt thinks he'll have Sara's room finished tonight. Depending on how fast the paint dries, he could be done by supper."

"Man, he's fast," Noah said. It amazed him that Kurt had painted his sister's room in one afternoon.

"My boy likes to get things done," the older man said with pride. "He gets into a project and sometimes you have to actually drag him away. He hates leaving things unfinished."

He watched Mr. H mess with his truck for a while. He wished he knew what the man was doing. All he knew how to do was change the oil and tires. "Mr. H, I'm going to head inside and see if Kurt wants some help."

"Good luck, he ran me off," the man never looked up, he just kept working. Noah was going to owe the man a hell of a lot before this was all over.

He passed Finn chowing down in the kitchen and headed up to the boy's room. He tossed his backpack and jacket inside. He didn't understand what the big deal was with the hall. Kurt had left plenty of room for moving up and down the hall.

He went into Sara's room. Kurt had painted the walls in a bright pink and purple diamond pattern. The painter's tape was still up, but it looked awesome. There was some kind of metal frame setup on the floor. He didn't know what it was for. Kurt wasn't in the room, though. He checked the bathroom; no Kurt there either. Wow, the guy had already replaced the towels and rugs with purple and pink ones. The new shower curtain and all the things on the counter matched the diamond pattern of the bed room. Dude was impressive. Sara was going to love this.

He wanted to help, but he didn't want to touch a thing without asking Kurt. Noah checked Kurt's room, but the little guy wasn't there either. He figured he had to be upstairs in the attic.

He could hear Kurt singing as he climbed the stairs. This time the guy was singing along with a classic rock song. When he reached the top of the stairs he had to rub his eyes. He just didn't believe what he was seeing. Kurt was tapping and bedding the walls of his new room. And to top that off he was wearing an old Kiss t-shirt that was really loose on him and a pair of old ripped jeans. Regular jeans, the things were even stained. The dude looked like a regular teenager.

"Warren Zevon?" he asked startling Kurt.

"I love this song," the younger teen defended himself.

"Personally, my favorite is Werewolves of London," he grinned.

"Should have known you would like howling at the moon," Kurt smiled back. "Though I'm surprised a Neanderthal like you actually knows who Warren Zevon was."

"Princess, you wound me," he said placing his hands over his heart, "the man was legendary."

"Yea, well, prove it. Besides Poor, Poor Pitiful Me and Werewolves of London, name me two more songs he did," Kurt challenged him as he went back to working on the wall.

"That's easy, but you have to do it too," he challenged back. "His first single was Wanted Dead or Alive and I love Lawyer, Guns, and Money. He wrote that one on cocktail napkins while he was on vacation," he answered and picked up the roll of paper tape and started working on the wall too. He would have to thank his Uncle Jackie for teaching him how to do this.

"Good job," Kurt said. "I like The Indifference of Heaven and Excitable Boy. I love the way he wrote horrible terrifying lyrics and paired it with cheerful upbeat music. It's wonderfully freaky."

He smiled at Kurt. Never in a million years would he have pictured Kurt Hummel, Lady-Gaga-Loving-Broadway-Diva as a fan of that song. The fact that they both liked Warren Zevon was freaking him a little. Honestly, he really didn't know that much about the guy.

"Kurt, let's play like, a game while we finish this up. I'll tell you an artist that you would never guess I like, then you do the same," he thought it would be a good way to learn new stuff about Kurt.

"Sounds fun, could be interesting, your game, you go first."

"Cool, Eric Clapton," he said. "My favorite song is Runaway Train with Elton John. They sound awesome together and the song made me check them both out."

"Ah, Lethal Weapon 3, good movie. My favorite Clapton song is Wonderful Tonight. Hey, name another song. We can go back and forth. Three songs apiece, it'll be fun," Kurt sounded excited. "I mean if you want to."

It amazed him how confident Kurt was one moment and how vulnerable the next.

"I love Layla, it's just fun to sing and play," he answered.

"I really like the chorus of I've Got a Rock 'n' Roll Heart. Like you said, it's just fun."

"I wouldn't have thought that for you. I also like Knockin' on Heaven's Door. The things Clapton can do with a guitar are awesome," he said. Kurt was smiling and that made him feel good.

"Same with Santana and Hendrix, their stuff is more about the music than the lyrics," Kurt said.

"Dude, we should have started talking a long time ago. This is awesome. Who knew? What's your last song?"

"My Father's Eyes, it's very emotional," Kurt said.

He could see how that song suited the teen after the things Burt had said and done for him last night. Burt Hummel was an exceptional man, and no wonder Kurt was so strong and awesome.

"Cool, name your artist and a favorite song."

"Joan Jett, Bad Reputation. She's totally badass and my ultimate guilty pleasure. Bad Reputation is a total 'screw you, world' song. I just love it," Kurt gushed.

"Awesome. You could totally rock Joan Jett. My fav has to be I Love Rock 'n' Roll."

Kurt grinned at him, "Cherry Bomb. Ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb, so fun to sing. I used to think about doing it or ACDC for Glee, but after Mellencamp I just thought I'd stick with Gaga and show tunes."

"You could so rock Cherry Bomb, but I think you could blow minds with Bad Reputation. Think about it, some black eyeliner, leather jacket and spiked hair. You could be an awesome punk," he said. He really thought it was a great idea. It would really help Mr. Schue see how great Kurt was. "Hey you did two songs."

"Sorry, I got excited," Kurt blushed.

He was really starting to love that. Making Kurt blush could be oh so fun. "Joan Jett is a total turn on. Do You Wanna Touch Me, oh hell yea," he winked at the other boy.

"You always figure out how to integrate sex into a conversation. Like the other day when you said winning on Rainbow Road was almost orgasmic," Kurt blushed again.

This was great.

"Duh, sex shark," they both laughed. "But seriously her As I Am is fucking out of this world."

"She has real emotion in all her songs. It makes them stand out, it makes them all great," Kurt had real passion in his voice. They definitely needed to do Joan Jett in Glee.

"I'll tell you another fav of mine. You'll never believe me, but you have to swear not to tell," he offered the younger teen.

"Okay," Kurt sounded so happy. This was such a good idea.

"Death Cab for Cutie."

Kurt fell back laughing, "Seriously?" He could barely ask for laughing.

"Dude, they're great," he gave Kurt a pouty face. Noah didn't like being laughed at.

"You so just lost major badass points. If it makes you feel better I love Meet Me on the Equinox and not because of Twilight," Kurt said still giggling at him.

"I love Soul Meets Boy and have you heard Stay Young, Go Dancing? I love their lyrics," he explained. He was so not losing any badass points over this.

"I agree, but I'm not a badass like you. It's just the shock of it," Kurt told him.

"I was just trying to show you that I have a variety, but if you're going to be this way, we don't have to talk anymore," he spat. Great now he was acting like a child just because Kurt laughed at his choice. Maybe he should loose badass points for acting like a baby.

"Train," Kurt said. "I love Train for the obvious songs. I mean their deep stuff is great, but I love them for the fun stuff. My favorite is Drops of Jupiter; it got me to listen to them. I love Hey Soul Sister and Marry Me. They're great but I feel like such a letdown because they are so mainstream and I'm supposed to be above that."

"Hey, Train, is great," he said falling back into the conversation. "I totally go for Free, and I love Bob Seger for the same reason. All his popular, predictable songs; I think Night Moves is awesome."

"Who Do You Love," Kurt shot back.

"Midnight Rider," he said as fast as he could.

"Rock 'n' Roll Never Forgets."

"The Fire Down Below," this was too much fun.

"You'll Accomp'ny Me," Kurt was laughing so hard, he could barely understand him, but that was okay because he was laughing just as much.

It took a minute for the two teenagers to catch their breathes. Kurt looked back at the wall and his smile faded. "Looks like we're all done here."

"Hey, it's your turn. We'll do another speed round, then go work on Sara's room," he said not wanting this to end. He was having fun. The more time he spent with Kurt, the more awesome the guy became.

"The Eagles," Kurt said. The spark was once again in his blue-green eyes. "Hotel California."

"Life in the Fast Lane," he smiled.

"Take It to the Limit."

"Take It Easy," he tried hard not to laugh.

"Tequila Sunrise, the drink too," Kurt giggled.

"Heartache Tonight," he said as he stood and offer Kurt his hand. He helped the smaller teen up and they headed to Sara's room, and this time, he didn't even notice they held hands the whole way.

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Noah slid into bed with Sara. The evening had gone well; he had helped Kurt finish up Sara's room. Kurt had done a great job; he couldn't remember ever seeing Sara so happy. She almost hyperventilated when Kurt gave her a real tiara; guess the tiara collection wasn't just a rumor.

They had all sat down for a family dinner together. Friday was family dinner night at the Hummel's house, no exceptions. After dinner was another story; Finn headed over to Quinn's as soon as they were finished eating. He really hoped that Quinn was wanting more than being Prom Queen out of the relationship; he didn't want to see Finn hurt by the girl again. Burt and Carole had gone out with Mr. Wayne and a couple of their other old high school buddies that were still in Lima. Burt hadn't wanted to leave Kurt, but Carole and the boy had convinced him it was a good idea to get out and have a little fun.

Kurt had let him and Sara help paint the attic. He was surprised at how much fun it had been. Sara spent most of the time dancing around the room while he and Kurt sang along with the radio. He thought they had actually sounded really great together and hoped that next time Mr. Schue assigned duets they could do something together, maybe Bad Reputation.

After they finished the painting, Noah called Nana while Kurt gave Sara her bath. She was happy to hear from him. She had been a little worried that Sara hadn't ridden the bus that afternoon, but when she called the school they had said she had been picked up and since it was Friday, thought Sara must have went to a friend's house. He had explained to Nana about his mom throwing him out and that he and Sara were now with Finn's mom and stepdad. She seemed to take it well. She said she'd do what she could to get a good lawyer for them. He told her he had one. He spent more time on the phone than he planned, but finally got her off by promising to visit on Sunday and having Mr. Wayne meet with her.

By the time he was done, Kurt had bathed Sara, gotten her in bed, and was reading her a bedtime story. When Kurt finished, they both tucked Sara in, and then played Mario Kart for a few hours. Noah was astounded at how good Kurt was at the racing game when Finn wasn't around; the younger teen won nearly every round. Kurt headed off to bed when Finn got home from Quinn's. Finn started going on about the differences between Quinn and Rachel, so he begged off as being tired from all the painting, and went to bed too. Not long after he had gotten in bed Carole peeked in the door to check on them; he had forgotten parents did stuff like that.

And now he had been lying here in bed next to his sleeping sister for almost three hours. He was having a hard time turning his brain off so he could sleep. Really, he was kind of worried that if he did go to sleep he'd wake back up at home in his old room, and all of this with the Hummels was a dream. A weird, wonderful dream. Finally he started planning how to get Kurt to do a Joan Jett song for Glee, and he just drifted off to sleep.