Finn and Rachel suck. Summer sucks, Life sucks,

Carson was steaming with rage back to Lima on the plane, whilst he was awake, giving glares at Rachel every so often. Kurt almost thought Carson was going to kill them. Well, only when he was awake. Why did Mr. Schuester schedule a flight for 6.30am? Some people need their beauty sleep!

Kurt wasn't expecting that they weren't going to get into the top ten because there was a quick kiss on stage. There was no rules saying that you couldn't kiss as far as Kurt knew. Kurt knew that their performances were amazing, but he wasn't upset. Just knowing that he has been to New York made him shiver in excitement for his future.

New York was amazing, especially singing on a Broadway stage, although he still had no idea why the guy let them perform. There was no reason to be so angry on the last day there. Kurt tried to get the most out of it, ordering a early breakfast with the money he made from working at the garage before they flew over. Kurt had to also make sure that Carson didn't assassinate Rachel as she slept. Coincidentally letting Kurt curl behind Carson, running his hands through his hair until both fell asleep.

Carson wanted to kill both of them. He seemed to forget the kiss through the mist of the stage and lights and shitty makeup, but found out as soon as he got internet back at the hotel. When they got the results after the show Carson went to take a piss, and when he got back they were all outside, shivering, looking for taxi's. Carson wasn't sure if they were shivering if it was cold or if they were annoyed, but Kurt was still smiling like he had been all day. It was one of the only things that kept Carson sane with the Glee clubs drama and the terrifying amount of people in the theater, which moved like most of his classmates - slow as fuck.

Anyway, Carson threw his phone at Kurt's stomach when they all went back into the girl's room, where the most closest thing to a fight in Glee Club happened. Kurt smacked him around the head for hitting him with his phone, and grabbed his arm as soon as Santana stalked in. Santana splurted out as soon as everyone was in the hotel room with some spanish words or some shit, and went to -what looked like- punch Rachel. She screamed, blocking her face, taking a somewhat shelter behind Finn. Kurt flinched next to Carson, pulling him closer by his hoodie, blocking himself from Santana. The next few minutes were absolute hell. Carson wasn't sure if his hearing stopped working after the extensive screaming by all girls in the room, but he was sure that the small amount of respect for the group that he had has completely gone. Except for Kurt, of course.

Many of the boys attempted to calm the girls down, with no success, and stopped when Mr. Schuester clambered into the room, clapping his hands together. Everyone startled, snapping all their mouth shut.

"Guys, I have gotten a sound complaint from the old lady next to your room," Mr Schuester informed us, crossing his arms. Carson snorted.

"I wonder why?" Carson snarled, glaring at Rachel, prompting a quite hard slap on the arm from Kurt.

"Santana, it is time to take a break, ok?" Mr. Schuester attempted to smile, and leaded Santana away from Rachel.

Anyway, what was left of the night was full of tension, and Carson got no sleep what so ever. Literally.

He laid down, feeling the soft raise of Kurt's ribs every time he breathed, but it didn't let him sleep. He didn't really know why, but he could already sense Kurt's freak out session as soon as he sees the obvious bags under his eyes. He stroked Kurt's arm, receiving a unconscious sniffle in response, and burrowed his face into Kurt's hair, smelling the distinctive scent. I wonder how many times Blaine has done this.

Kurt managed to wake up before the rest of the girls, and decided to sleep in. He twisted around in Carson's arms to face him and was met by matching blue eyes.

"Carson! Did you get any sleep last night?" Kurt hissed.

"I don't know." Carson murmured, wrapping his arms tighter around Kurt's waist.

"Seriously?" Kurt huffed, however ran a fingertip under Carson's eyes.

"We. . . We should get some breakfast." Carson suggested.

"At," Kurt leaned over Carson to look at a clock, "four in the morning? Hell no."

"Our flight is at 6:30, isn't it?"

"Well. . . We have to wake everyone up then." Carson swore he could see a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Kurt slid out of the bed, grabbing his pillow and promptly attacked all the girls and woke them all up in a record breaking time. He screamed when the all attacked him in the center of the room, and legged it to the bathroom.

Carson blinked owlishly, and watched silently as Santana and Quinn started banging on the door.

"You!" Rachel pointed at Carson and ran to him, punching him in the stomach. "It is too early!"

"Fuck."

Carson barely managed to sit in the airplane seat before he fell asleep, and Kurt had to make sure he had a seatbelt on and make sure that he wasn't going to get a crick in his neck when he woke up.

"Awh." Rachel cooed, once again sitting in front of them.

"He does look cute when he sleeps. . . Like his guards are down." Kurt smiled.

"Take a picture!" Rachel squealed, prodding at Carson's face gently.

"I don't know. . ." Kurt thought about all the times he had taken pictures or made fun of Carson: it doesn't end well.

"Come on! Just some fun!" Rachel pushed, twisting fully in her chair.

"Once the plane sets off. The turbulence might wake him." Kurt decided, smirking internally.

"Come on!" Rachel had a bright smile on her face, and sported a black sharpie she got out of her hand luggage.

"You are not drawing on him." Kurt shook his head, running his hand though Carson's hair.

"Please?" Rachel dragged out the vowels, putting on a overreacted pout.

Kurt sighed, looking back down at Carson's face. "Only one picture: it is sharpie."

"Yay!" Rachel leaned forward, poking her hand though the back of hers and Finns seat and putting her sharpie to Carson's face, drawing a star on his forehead. "Perfect."

Kurt tried to keep in a huff from her selfishness, and instead scrunched his nose up as if to judge the picture.

"I wouldn't call it Vogue worthy, but it looks okay." Kurt smirked. Rachel opened her mouth in protest, but thought otherwise and instead threw the pen at him.

They heard a snuffle, and Rachel snapped her head back to look at Finn, who was watching a video that was downloaded on his phone. Kurt patted Carson's face gently, running his thumb down on of Carson's cheekbones.

"Hiya, Honey." Kurt murmured.

"Hi." Carson voice was rough with sleep, making him cough.

Rachel snorted, making Kurt kick the bottom of her seat. Carson started to sit up, and peeled his hoodie off his warm arms.

"It's fucking hot." Carson said as he put the hoodie onto Kurt's lap. Rachel turned her head around with a sneaky grin on her face. "What? Do I have fucking glitter in my hair or something?"

"No. . ." Rachel said between muffled giggles.

"Honey. . ." Kurt began, trying not to laugh.

"No. . ." Carson hissed, pulling out his phone and checking his face, grimacing at the horrible picture. His mouth slowly formed a sharp 'o' shape, and Kurt definitely didn't think about other ways he could make Carson have that face.

"You are so on my list, Dwarf." Carson snarled, stalking off to the toilets at the back of the plane.

Saturday,23 July.

Finally the summer holidays, and a warm welcome it is. Outside is boiling, fortunately the bare back of one Carson Hummel can fix that. I am a teenager after all. New York was fantastic, especially performing on the broadway stage with my partner in crime - Rachel Berry. Love her.

Dad has started on a big project for the garage, and Carole and Finn has gone on a quick week holiday to their relatives in Canada, and of course didn't bring me or Carson. Dad was too busy to go with them, and we Skype them every night. Well, me and dad does, yet Carson stays in his room. He seems to be eating less, and I hope his adorable stomach or face isn't affecting the way he looks at himself. I don't want him to hurt his stomach, let alone hurt himself. I would never be able to live with myself.

Blaine is going to Michigan for an entire month to see the rest of his family. His Father and Mother seem quite kind and appreciate our relationship, as I met them on the last day of term. They are very supportive. Blaine knows that I love him, and we skype every night at our usual time. I skype dad, talk to Carson for a bit, Skype Blaine, then see if Carson is ready to sleep. Carson usually is out at the mall, and I don't want to know what he is doing.

Oh! Also, me and Carson have haircuts. We finally don't look quite as similar, especially the amount of weight Carson is losing as well. He isn't big - and I love his stomach - but he seems so insecure about it. His eating habits are bad: he wouldn't eat breakfast, but would eat crisps around 10. For lunch he would eat quarter a sandwich, hope that I am not looking (I guess) and throw it away. For tea he attempts to eat what is on his plate, but his appetite has gone down so much he feels full after eating half his plate. I know the feeling - the cheerios extreme diet limited my daily intake to a very small amount, so I simply got used to eating less and less until Carson persuaded me to eat snacks with him, even if they were bad at me. Now I wish I could do that for him, I just don't know how. He has gone so far there is no way I can help him, unless I eat along with him and slowly build his appetite back.

Kurt pranced over to Carson and hugged his body over the covers, "Carson!" He sang.

The sleeping boy mumbled something incoherent, and rolled over. Kurt bounced on what he thought was his thighs, and laid flat across him. Kurt was having a good day so far, he had made a fantastic breakfast, listened to one of Rachel's reasons how she is definitely going to get into a high New York school and made a killer comment that made her hang up in annoyance, only to call him back a few minutes later saying that she is sorry. He also beat Finn on a game of Super Mario Bros. Yes. It was a good morning.

Kurt placed kisses along Carson's face, barely missing his lips, waking him up much like a dog would lick someone's face. Carson ran a hand through Kurt's hair blearily, much to Kurt's dismay, and pushed him away.

"I don't wanna." Carson moaned, rolling onto his side.

Kurt pouted, "Please?" He whined. "I made lemonade with Finn before."

"Finn?" Carson mumbled, blindly reaching to Kurt's waist.

Kurt huffed, very Rachel like, and rolled off their bed, hissing a "yes" to Carson's question.

"It's summer." Carson groaned a few moments later, peeling the sheets of his partially covered body. Since Carson was somewhat blinded, Kurt sneaked a peek, feeling his face flush at his twins pale body. He placed a hand against his flaming cheek, and rushed to the bathroom to splash water over his face.

"This is only the start." Kurt groaned internally, hitting his forehead on the porcelain sink.

Halfway through the summer, Kurt found himself dying over a toilet bowl. Not literally, but sleeping on a sunbed at a pool party isn't the greatest thing for over 4 hours, especially on Kurt's pale, freckled skin. The blonde bursts of colour in his hair doesn't help either.

Laying his head on his bathtub, he regretted going to Puck's party. His birthday was yesterday, the 17th of August, the worst goddamn month of the year, and Kurt had been throwing up ever since Carson woke him up. He felt like he was going to die, and his peeling skin didn't help. Neither did Rachel Berry coming over to see Finn, and, after hearing retching coming from Kurt's room, decided to sit with him and "comfort" him. Kurt swore his headache got incredibly worse as soon as she entered. He just wanted to be left alone to be honest. Not that he was sad or anything, he just got annoyed that no one believed that he could be left by himself for a while and not need help. At least Carson and Finn left him alone, and Carson only checked up on him at meals and night. He barely saw Finn, but he didn't mind. Their parents were on a late honeymoon, having saved enough money for themselves to stay at the Canary Islands in Spain for 2 weeks. Blaine continued their daily phone dates, and made sure that he would arrange a day where it can be just them two, and Kurt decided that he would try and get rid of any unwanted thoughts about Carson and fill it with Blaine. Blaine was his boyfriend anyway.

Carson spent his days sleeping, playing games with Finn, going to the mall, playing with their kitten, or talking to Kurt. Talking to Kurt was one of his favorite things, and was one of the only things that made him happy over the summer, but the only thing Kurt was concerned about at that moment was finding the perfect outfit for the start of their Senior year - tomorrow. Carson was stressing out, not getting enough sleep the night before, and wishing that he doesn't look as bad as he thinks. Not like he cares. Summer was as boring as taking a shit to him, but he did up Finn from "acquaintance" to "friend", and he didn't trust Blaine at all.

He did become closer to Kurt, yet Kurt's protective side was up whenever they were out together. Whether it was keeping Carson close or snapping at anyone who saw them, Kurt always was protective. It wasn't annoying Carson, but it felt. . . endearing. He tried to ignore his love, but he knew something was up after he wanted to kiss ice cream off of Kurt's lips, and that wasn't how Carson usually thought. Usually it was how to piss off the teachers, or how to trick other students into doing things for him, but not love. Especially for his brother. That wasn't right.

Carson sat at their dining table, a hot cup of tea in his hands and his kitten winding around his legs. He was fully changed for school - at 6;30. He didn't have much else to do. He didn't want to go to school, but it was that or not getting into college; he would not take that risk. He did decide to start writing a journal of his last year of school that night, much like what Kurt does, and felt happy to be able to express himself without talking to anyone.

9/30

Dear Journal,

One more school year with these shitheads and I'll be free.

Yeah, I'm a little bitter because I'm one of those kids: bottom of the food chain, constantly teased, despised, an annoyance to everyone around them, most likely to find a pile of flaming manure of the roof of their car (oh yeah, it happened), but what prevents my life from being a sad after-school special is I don't give a shiiiit. I can't reiterate enough, this town is full of morons!

Oh shit, it's midnight and I still have Algebra 2 homework! Gotta go!