After getting back from the police station that night, things were weird.
Kurt sat on the couch staring at the television but not really seeing it. Blaine was at his side, fingers tangled in his hair and every so often leaning over to kiss his cheek. Finn was sitting on the floor by the couch, wanting to be there for Kurt but not really sure what to do. Burt sat in his usual chair next to the couch, also blankly staring at the television. Carole, who had been feeling a little under the weather, had only gone to bed after Kurt reassured her several times that he would be fine.
He had homework to do. He had a history test on Monday that he had yet to study for and he had an English essay due Tuesday, a ten page one, that was only done through page five. His stomach was killing him because he was so hungry but every time he tried to eat it would feel even worse. He kept hearing all those voices that had said the three things Kurt could distinctly remember.
He's just a faggot.
Teach him a lesson.
You're not so pretty now, are you, faggot?
Five different voices had each said that one statement, but he immediately recognized the voices of his attackers. Of course he did, how many dreams did he have about them? How many times did he think back on that day when he was alone, just remembering?
Part of him had childishly hoped that he'd go down there and not recognize any of the voices. That it had all been some coincidence. Sorry, sir, but I don't recognize any of these voices. That hadn't happened. When he heard the first voice say, "You're not so pretty now, are you, faggot?" he had flinched and literally jumped back into Blaine, almost knocking the two of them over. When he heard the voice say that, he knew that it was the man who had punched him over and over, had called him Pretty Boy, and had punctured his lung.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and, pulling himself from his thoughts, looked up and into his father's green eyes. His dad looked very concerned and he seemed almost hesitant. "I'm about to head to bed, kiddo. Are you going to be okay?"
"Are they… staying in jail?" Those were the first words he had spoken since his third time of saying, for the police, "That's one of the men who attacked me." earlier that day.
Burt sat down on his other side. "The officer said that they would be able to make bond and stay out until the case is heard… so I don't know, son."
That was not what Kurt wanted to hear. Not at all. He sighed softly and nodded, wondering how in the world he would ever feel safe again. He had a feeling there would be many sleepless nights until the case was over and done with.
Burt ruffled his hair. "You made the right choice, kid. I'm proud of you. We all are."
He felt Blaine's hand squeeze his knee as his father stood. "Good night, Kurt. If you need anything, just wake me up…. Try to make sure he gets some sleep tonight, Blaine." Burt patted Blaine's shoulder. "Night, boys."
"Goodnight." Finn and Blaine said quietly together.
"I want to go to bed." Kurt whispered a few minutes after his father disappeared, slowly standing up. "You don't have to come, Blaine."
Blaine and Finn exchanged looks and Blaine stood. "Of course I'm coming."
"Fine." Kurt let out a little sigh and went on upstairs without waiting for Blaine.
"G'night, dude." Finn said quietly.
"Goodnight, Finn." Blaine followed his boyfriend.
By the time he made it into the room Kurt was in bed and had already changed his pajamas. He got under the covers silently and rolled towards the wall, not facing Blaine.
"Kurt…" Blaine whispered, climbing into bed without even changing his clothes. "Come here. Don't try to push me away right now, honey. Look at me."
"I don't feel like it right now." Kurt whispered.
"But I've got such a perfect face." Blaine said, trying to lighten the mood. Kurt rolled over to face him, biting his lip. "Have you got Kreacher over there with you?"
As if on cue, Kreacher poked his head out of the blanket and licked Kurt's face.
"Kurt, please say something…" Blaine whispered, reaching over and patting the dog's head.
Kurt didn't really know what to say. He had a lot on his mind right now and he felt incredibly overwhelmed; he looked at his boyfriend for several minutes and then leaned over to kiss him. "Thanks for going with me tonight, Blaine… I appreciate it."
"You're welcome." Blaine kissed him back.
"Shut up, Kreacher." The two of them said together as the dog started to growl.
Kurt looked down as his cell phone started to play the melody of Bad Romance. "Hey, 'Cedes."
"Baby, what's going on? Finn texted Rachel to text me and have me call you. Do I need to come kick Blaine's ass? 'Cause I know I can handle some skinny ass white boy." Mercedes barely let Kurt finish his greeting before she began quickly talking into the phone.
"Please don't." Blaine said loud enough for her to hear. "I know you could probably kill me without breaking a sweat. I'm very non-confrontational and I don't do well in fights."
"Oh. Blaine's there. It must not be Blaine that's got you upset. Hi, Blaine!"
"Hello, Mercedes." Blaine looked amused and pulled Kreacher onto his lap. "She's on the phone, you idiot. She's not actually here. Stop looking around. Silly puppy. Argh, don't lick me."
"Kurt, are you there? You two aren't making out again, are you? I know you've done that at least two times when I've been talking before."
"No, I'm here. I'm fine." Kurt leaned against Blaine's shoulder.
"You don't sound fine. What's going on? Burt's not sick again, is he?"
Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He knew Blaine wanted him to talk about it. He knew that he probably should talk about it. Carole kept saying it would make him feel better but he was so sick and tired of thinking about it. "Dad's fine, 'Cedes… they caught the guys who did it. Who… put me in the hospital in October."
"Are you serious? Are you okay? Do you want me to come over there? We can watch Lady and the Tramp. I can bring Rachel, too."
Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he threw his pillow at the older boy, prompting barking from Kreacher. "No, I… I'll be fine, 'Cedes."
"Then come over here. Forget about your dumb boyfriend—."
"Thanks, Mercedes." Blaine snorted.
"And I will get Rachel over here and we will watch anything you want, baby. And I'll have my mom make us some cookies and we'll Skype Quinn so you can see her new haircut since you refuse to use Facebook anymore. It's super cute. Then we can look at magazines because you know Vogue is your obsession. Come on, Kurt. Don't let this get you back down."
"I might have to see them, Mercedes."
"So? Look them right in the face and hold your head up high. You're Kurt Hummel. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent, baby. You're better than those jerks. I think you should look them right in the face, but right now I think you need to get your skinny white ass in that fly car of yours and come over to my house. I'm already pulling out the Disney movies."
"I don't want—"
"If you don't come up here, Rachel and I will drive down to your house together and forcibly drag you out by the collar of whatever expensive shirt you're wearing. Don't try me, Hummel. You know I've done it before. "
Kurt remembered too well how Mercedes had literally yanked him into his Navigator and driven him up to Dalton after Blaine had turned Rachel down following their (rather appalling) sober kiss. As soon as Rachel had left, Kurt too had left the small coffee shop. He had wanted to see how the kiss would turn out, yes, but couldn't bring himself to actually talk to the friend he was still technically in a fight with—if you could call avoiding each other for three days fighting. Those had been three very miserable days. So he had left, not particularly caring if Blaine lost his spot in line while he was in the bathroom. Blaine hadn't actually seen him anyway. Despite the fact that the two boys were fighting, Kurt had still called Mercedes on the way home, excitedly telling her "He's really gay! Only, I think he hates me now… but at least he's gay."
Not five minutes after he had gotten home, she had marched in, said a "Hello, Mr. Hummel" to Burt, and dragged Kurt out to her jeep. She put him in the passenger seat ("What do you think you're doing? Have you lost your mind?"), got in the driver's seat, and did not speak another word until they got to Dalton. She didn't have to drag him—yes, there was dragging— very far because Blaine, who was skipping dinner, was sitting with David in the main office while they helped sort mail. Judging by the surprised look on Blaine's face when they walked in and David's smirk, Kurt figured they'd been talking about him.
"I really need to find some new friends." Kurt sighed. "'Cedes, I really just want to lay in bed with my puppy."
"I'm serious, Kurt. I will drive down there and pull you out of that house. You may as well save some pride and drive here yourself. We all know you're unbearable when someone hurts your pride."
"Go." Blaine said. "You should spend some time with them. Maybe they'll take your mind off of things. And you can bring me back a cookie."
Kurt sighed and stood. He knew there was no use arguing, especially if Blaine and Mercedes would end up tag teaming him. "Fine. I'll tell Dad and then I'll be on my way. But if Rachel talks about Finn the entire time, I will leave. I'm still mad at him for finishing off the lasagna. I wanted some of the leftovers for lunch today. Between Finn and Blaine, anything food related in this house is gone within an hour of bringing it home. I swear Finn was trying to eat frozen french fries out of a bag the other day, 'Cedes. Apparently they taste better that way."
"Frozen french fries?" Blaine mused. "Really?"
"Now I've gone and given Blaine a new idea. I'll be over soon, Mercedes."
"I'll see you soon, baby! Bye, Blaine!"
"Bye, Mercedes!"
Kurt hung up and sighed. "I really don't want to go."
"You haven't had a sleepover with Mercedes and Rachel since October. You need some girl time. Plus, Mercedes always knows how to cheer you up."
"You just want to watch ESPN with Finn and eat nasty things like pig skins and beef jerky." Kurt grumbled.
"Beef jerky is disgusting." Blaine screwed his face up. "But I wouldn't mind watching Paranormal Activity with Finn, seeing as you still won't watch it with me."
"It looks scary, okay?" Kurt said impatiently, crossing the room to his dresser and pulling out a pair of pajamas. He neatly placed them into his bag and tossed his phone charger in. "I really don't understand how I ended up with you. You're so weird, Blaine."
Blaine, looking much more cheerful now that Kurt was actually speaking, grinned. "You're weird too, Kurt."
"But I'm weird in the stereotypical gay way. You're like a walking contradiction, Blaine. I read Vogue and watch football at the same time. I'm the lead soloist of a glee club and I was scouted out by soccer recruiters. I'm in love with Katy Perry but I went to see Muse and My Chemical Romance at a concert. I dress up for work and school every day, but I wear pajamas after 6 in the afternoon. Do you even have any gay friends?"
Blaine looked thoughtful for a minute. "Uhm… well… ma—no. He's not gay… I guess I don't. No. That is so weird. Why don't I have any gay friends?"
"Because you are weird. Do your friends at UK even know you're gay?" Kurt looked up from putting his moisturizing stuff into his bag (in another smaller bag—what if it somehow opened and leaked onto his clothes? He couldn't have another pair of pants ruined that way again). Honestly, Blaine could pass for straight. Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't told anyone down in Kentucky that he was gay. It would have made his boyfriend's life much easier.
"Yeah, of course." Blaine nodded. "I mean, I don't go around saying 'I'm gay, look at me!' to everyone I meet but I've told some friends. Greg and Jake, the ones I play basketball with. They know. Almost everyone I work with at the bookstore knows. Becca really wants to meet you, by the way. She thinks you're adorable. Which you are."
"You talked about me at UK?" Kurt felt himself smiling despite how upset he was, his heart fluttering a bit. It was nice to know that Blaine talked about him with his Kentucky friends.
"Duh." Blaine snorted. "Of course I talk about you. You were practically the only thing on my mind down there, Kurt. That's probably why my boss at Kennedy's was so understanding about me having to up and leave. And why he's giving me the job back once I start summer school. It would just be weird to be at UK, to meet people, and not talk about you. You're very important to me and a big part of my life. I'd be living a lie if I just pretended you don't exist."
Kurt rushed forward and threw his arms around Blaine's neck, suddenly overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. "I love you, Blaine."
"I love you too, babe. Did you really think I was up at UK pretending to be straight and not talking about you?" Blaine asked softly, hugging him. "Of course not. Besides, it is way too fun when I tell someone I'm gay who thinks I'm completely straight. The looks on people's faces can be really funny."
"Is everyone nice about it?"
"Yeah… I mean, I've had a few people that kind of distance themselves after they find out but I don't let it bother me." He stroked Kurt's face. "You should really finish packing up. Mercedes and Rachel will be waiting."
Kurt sighed. "I don't know if I can handle a girl's night right now, Blaine."
"You don't have a choice. So finish packing your bag and getting ready. They'll take your mind off things. Probably better than I can even." Blaine kissed him gently. "And I'll go through your essay when you're gone and correct it, so you don't have to worry about that."
Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "Okay… keep your phone by you?"
"Of course I will. Call me whenever you want. Even if it's at four in the morning."
Kurt kissed his cheek and gave him a small hug. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie."
…
"We've got everything set up." Rachel Berry said before Kurt had even gotten out of his car. "There are cookies in the oven, a cheesecake chilling in the fridge, and my dads sent over a bag full of candy for you. Bryden is watching The Little Mermaid so we can't watch that one quite yet, but Mercedes will get it back for us if she tries to watch it six times in a row like last week when I babysat her. And—."
Kurt stared at her blankly for a few minutes before he got out of the car, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Hello to you too."
She threw her arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze. "Come on in. We're going to make you forget all about it, Kurt. This is going to be the best girls' night we've ever had—and that last one will be pretty hard to top. We plan to get ice cream at midnight too, if we remember."
"Good luck with distracting me." Kurt sighed and followed her into the house. He appreciated the gesture, he really did, but he didn't see how anything would help him feel better right now.
"There you are, baby! I haven't seen you in months!" Mercedes' mother rushed forward and pulled him into a big hug. "Now if you want to watch The Little Mermaid now I'll get it from Bry Bry."
"But mom," whined Mercedes' sister from the couch, standing on it and turning to look at them, "it's at the best part." Kurt could see that she was the necklace he and Mercedes had picked out for the girl for Christmas. It suited her quite well.
"Say hello to Kurt." The woman said slowly.
"Hi, Kurt." She sighed and plopped back onto the couch. "Please don't take my movie away."
Mercedes' mother rolled her eyes. "Bry, what is it going to take for you to get some manners? You're going to put your father and me into an early grave. Just ignore her, Kurt. She's in this stage where she thinks she can do whatever she wants."
"But Mercedes gets to do what she wants." The girl stood back on the couch again.
"Mercedes is not seven. She is eighteen." Mercedes' mother leaned over, kissing her daughter's forehead. "She also doesn't stand on mommy's furniture when she knows it isn't allowed."
"Fiiine." Bryden plopped down again.
Mercedes came in from the kitchen and threw her arms around Kurt suddenly. "You're here, baby!"
"Mercedes, can I hang out with you, Kurt, and Rachel?" Bryden hopped right back into a standing position again. "I'll act really grown up. I promise. I want to show Kurt my model walk." She looked to Kurt. "It's really good."
"Is it?" Kurt asked. He didn't know why, but he was beginning to feel a little better. It was nice to be back at the Jones' house. He definitely had a soft spot for Bryden. Then again, he always had.
"We've got some grown up things to talk about, Bry Bry. But you can show him now and then maybe you can hang out with us in a bit." Mercedes responded.
"Okay, okay." She stood and paused the movie. "I have to go get my CD! Don't leave, Kurt!"
"I'm not leaving." Kurt promised, dropping his bag onto the floor beside him.
Mercedes' mother rolled her eyes and patted his shoulder. "You're so sweet, Kurt. She always talks about how she's going to model your clothes when you're famous. She's already your biggest fan."
"Really?" Kurt asked, smiling a bit.
"Oh, definitely. She talks about it all the time. You and your future as a designer." She laughed. "I'm going to go and check on the cookies. If she gets to be too much, just send her to me to help."
Bryden ran back in holding a pink CD case that was decorated with several jewels in an intricate pattern. "This is my Bryden's Dance Mix CD Extraordinaire, Kurt. Mercedes made it for me! It's got amazing songs on it."
"Ooh, I like the case you made. It's very pretty. Did you make it by yourself?"
"Uh-huh! Well, Daddy helped with the super glue. But I showed him where to put them. Kurt, do you really have a boyfriend?"
"Bryden!" Mercedes gasped. "Shh!"
"It's silly." Bryden giggled. "I thought boys liked girls and girls liked boys."
"I do have a boyfriend." Kurt said gently. "And I like him a lot."
"Does he like you too, Kurt?" she asked curiously.
"I sure hope so." He smiled at her.
"Well it's still silly, but that's okay I guess. Do either of you wear a dress?"
"No, but sometimes I wear a kilt." He gave her a grin.
She giggled loudly and clapped. "I remember! I saw it in the prom pictures! Daddy said you've got guts! And Mommy said your boyfriend is cute for a white boy."
Kurt laughed loudly this time and hugged her. "Show me your walk. If it's really good I may make you an amazing outfit next year that you can wear."
"Really?" her eyes widened in delight. "Really and truly? You promise?"
"I promise. But only if your walk is really good."
"Okay!" She thrusted the CD case into his hands and ran to the stereo, putting the disc in.
Kurt laughed even louder when Single Ladies came on and the seven year old did a very exaggerated yet completely adorable model walk. "She is too cute; can I just take her home?"
Mercedes' father came in, several papers in his hand. "I'll pay you to take her home. Even for a night."
"Daddy!" she laughed and wrapped her arms around his leg. "Daddy thinks I'm too loud."
"You get it from your sister." He laughed and led her from the room, saying, "Come on, let's leave these big kids alone. I smell some cookies with our names on them."
"Let's get out of here before she comes back." Mercedes said, practically pushing them towards the stairs. She locked the door and clapped her hands together. "Operation LCKU is officially in session."
"Operation LC…what?" Kurt asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed and arching his eyebrow.
"Operation LCKU. Let's Cheer Kurt Up." There was a knock on the door. "Not now, Bryden!"
"But I just want to know if my walk was good, Mer Mer! Kurt, was my walk good? Was it? It was really good, wasn't it? Mommy says it's really very good!"
"It was amazing, sweetheart!" Kurt called back to her. "What color do you want your outfit to be?"
"Purple! Purple! I'M SO EXCITED!" They heard her running down the hall yelling, "MOMMY! KURT'S GOING TO MAKE ME A PURPLE OUTFIT! MOMMY!"
"That girl is more trouble than she's worth." Mercedes shook her head, but she was smiling. "She's a diva and a half. At least, she'd like to think so."
Rachel began rummaging through her bag. "I think she's positively adorable. I hope mine and Finn's first born is that adorable. We're going to have a girl and two years later a boy. He's going to be gay."
"… You're planning on your child being gay?" Kurt asked slowly while Mercedes gave her a bewildered look. "You realize that you don't… plan for it to happen, right?"
"Oh, we're not planning it. We just know it's going to happen." She waved her hand in the air. "With my influence, how could he not be?"
"Girl, Kurt might kill you if you don't shut up soon." Mercedes laughed as she pulled a bag of cookies off of her nightstand and ripped it open.
"Rachel, you can't plan for your child to be gay. Just like you can't plan for your first child to be a girl. That's like saying you can predict the day you're going to die."
"November 23, 2085. I'm going to die at the age of 91. I'll be buried next to Finn. He's going to die approximately 1,486 days before me. I'll die of a broken heart." She let out a very tragic sounding sigh. "It'll be beautiful."
Mercedes shared a look with Kurt and shook her head. They were on the same page. Rachel was clearly insane.
"Rachel, do you know how ridiculous that is?" Kurt asked again, voice still equally as slow as it was the last two times he spoke to her. "I mean, you can't just predict this stuff."
"But it's fate, Kurt. It will happen." She leaned over and took a cookie from the bag. "Life is tragic, isn't it? But it's okay. At the age of 23 I'll star in my first Broadway show. Finn will propose when I'm 27. Our first child, Molly, will be born two and a quarter years later."
"All right, why don't we talk about something else?" Mercedes said, clearing her throat. "Like prom."
"Yes! Let's! Now I know my dress last year was absolutely stunning on me, but this year I'm thinking dark green. It'll be long, of course. You can't wear tea length two years in a row. Do you think Finn will go with me?"
"Does it matter?" Mercedes sighed. "I'll be going alone. Are you wearing a kilt again, Kurt?"
"I'm not going to prom." Kurt said in a very firm voice. No way was he going to subject himself to that again. Who did they think they were kidding? Yes, the prom itself had been lovely. Leaving the prom? Not so much.
"It's your senior prom, Kurt. It's a rule that you have to go!" Rachel exclaimed. "It's practically a passageway to graduation and to life after high school."
"Yeah, Kurt. You have to go." Mercedes nodded. "If you don't, I'll have no one to mope with."
"Are we forgetting what happened last prom?"
"Of course not, baby. But don't you want to go? You were so excited for prom last year."
A lot has changed since last year, he thought. "I have no urge at all to go to prom. It doesn't mean I won't still help you two pick out your dresses, shoes, and stuff."
"You really don't want to go? Was it that bad last year?" Rachel asked softly.
"It certainly wasn't pleasant driving home with blood all over our shirts." Kurt sighed and pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head on them. "Besides, I think one prom is enough. Don't look so sad, 'Cedes."
"I feel like you'll regret it." Mercedes frowned.
"Yeah, Kurt. And besides, it won't be the same without you. I had a lot of fun making fun of people's dresses last year with you guys." Rachel added in, taking a seat by him.
"Take pictures and come by my house afterwards. But don't use 'Cedes' camera phone. The resolution on it sucks—sorry, Mercedes."
Mercedes shook her head and laughed. "It's true, boo. My phone takes awful pictures."
The three fell silent and Kurt bit his lip, trying to not think back to earlier that day at the police station and hearing those voices again.
"Did you two find a place?" Mercedes scooted close to him, seeming to sense his thoughts drifting away.
"Ooh, we did." Kurt perked right up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I took pictures! The ones on Blaine's phone are a bit better. I can show you two those tomorrow." He unlocked his phone and smiled when he saw he had a text from Blaine.
"What's it say?" Mercedes nudged him twice and smirked.
He opened the text, smiling more, and read out, "I hope you're feeling better. I love you."
"That boy has got it bad for you, Kurt." Mercedes nudged him again as he quickly replied to the text, letting Blaine know he did feel better and that he loved him too.
"Worse than bad." Rachel agreed. "I mean, obviously. I can't believe he chose you over me though. We're practically the same person."
"How many times do I have to tell you to not say that?" Kurt asked impatiently. "And we are not the same person. I, for instance, have better taste in clothes than you. And I'm more popular."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "My taste in clothing is just fine, thank you very much. Just ask Finn."
"Guys, don't start bickering. I know it's all supposedly in good fun, but this is supposed to be about cheering Kurt up." Mercedes interrupted.
"By the way, though, Finn is a much better kisser than your boyfriend. How is Blaine Warbler?"
"You know," Kurt sighed. "I don't think he likes that you call him that very much. His last name is Anderson."
"He was really much cuter last year. He needs to maintain his hair cut." Rachel said thoughtfully.
"His hair is the same length." Kurt said impatiently, now getting a little annoyed at Rachel. "He just isn't styling it as much."
"Okay, okay. Let's watch Lady and the Tramp," Mercedes said quickly, getting off the bed and going to a huge stack of DVDs that were neatly set up on her bedroom floor, "before you two decide to take it past good fun and go all diva on me. I am the only diva allowed under this roof. Unless you count Bry Bry, but she's really just a diva in training."
"Why Lady and the Tramp? There are so many better Disney movies." Rachel tucked her legs underneath her.
"Because it is Kurt's favorite and this sleepover is Operation LCKU. Not Operation LCRU. Now go downstairs and bring up the cookies and the cheesecake." Mercedes spoke with her back to them as she set up the DVD player.
Rachel nodded and hopped off.
"You doing okay, baby?" Mercedes popped the movie in and crawled onto the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around him.
"I'm fine." Kurt muttered. "At least bickering takes my mind off of things."
"Tell me about the house. You never finished. And show me those pics."
He sat up straight and clicked "photos" on the screen of his phone and then passed it to her.
"This is nice! Is it a one bedroom?" she asked, flipping through them. "Oh, I love the kitchen."
"Let's not even talk about how awkward it was to look for a one bedroom apartment with my boyfriend and father, 'Cedes. And the real estate agent made it ten times worse." He leaned his head on her shoulder, looking at the pictures. "Look. It's got a built in bookshelf. Blaine was sold the second he walked in the door and saw it."
"He likes to read?" Mercedes asked. "This apartment is so cute, Kurt!"
"He's an English major, he loves to read." Kurt laughed. "He's probably reading my essay as we speak and re-writing half of it."
"I'm so jealous of you two." Mercedes rested her head on Kurt's and sighed dreamily. "You really love him, don't you?"
"I do." Kurt snuggled closer. "He's amazing. He loves you, by the way. He asks about you every day when I get home from school."
"I was a bit hesitant about him at first… He seems almost too perfect, you know. I keep waiting for that big kicker. That big flaw that throws everything into disarray."
Kurt pursed his lips together. He hadn't told Mercedes or anyone about Blaine's past and he didn't intend to because it was Blaine's story to tell. Blaine's and no one else's. Hell, how long had it taken for Blaine to open up to Kurt about it? Kurt was convinced that if he hadn't outright asked Blaine that he still wouldn't know to do this day about his past. That made him uncomfortable sometimes. Was there anything else big that Blaine was hiding from him? He continually pushed that thought away though. He didn't really think Blaine was hiding anything else from him and honestly it wouldn't change his feelings for the boy if he was.
Rachel came in balancing a plate of cookies over the cheesecake. "These cookies smell delicious, Mercedes. And your sister is adorable. I used to have one of those Disney nightgowns too."
"Don't tell her she's adorable." Mercedes let Kurt free and took the plate of cookies from Rachel, setting them on the bed. "Rach, look at the pictures of Kurt and Blaine's apartment. It's very cute."
"It's kind of small." Kurt lay on his stomach on the bed and handed his phone to Rachel who had sat down on the floor, back against the bed. He then added, "But we both really like it. We don't need a big place anyway. It's got two full closets, so we're good."
"Oh my goodness! I love the kitchen!" Rachel exclaimed. "The colors on the walls are gorgeous! This is amazing!"
Kurt leaned over, pointing stuff out to her in the pictures, as the movie started. After a few minutes of cooing over Kurt's new apartment she handed his phone back and joined the two of them on the bed, lying on Kurt's other side. They were half way through the movie when Kurt curled up, head on Rachel's shoulder, and fell asleep hearing Rachel say softly, "It's okay. We'll get him to talk about it tomorrow. We should let him sleep while he can."
He had never been more appreciative of Rachel Berry in his life.