"Hullo?"
"Hi dad."
"Hey, kiddo. How are things?"
"Really good, actually. Though Rachel's in a strop with me."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Because we had this... thing and I've just realised I'm not meant to tell anyone about it."
"Kurt. Who am I going to tell?"
"...mm, okay. Right. Basically, we had a competition. One to see who could sing best. Because she didn't believe that I threw the high F on purpose when we sang Defying Gravity in school and so we-"
"You threw the high F?"
"... That's not important. Anyway, everyone got together and we sort of voted and, well, I won. And she's upset."
"Right. ... Kiddo, do you realise we're been speaking for almost a whole minute and you haven't-"
"How's Blaine?"
"No change."
"...thank you."
