Kurt drives me home from the hospital, and I wait for him to ask me about the concussion.

"You have to promise me that you'll never go anywhere without an EpiPen again," he says, "I never want to feel scared like that again."

Sheepishly, I say, "Not to worry. I never want to make an idiot of myself like that again. I'll never put a thing in my mouth without asking what's in it again."

Grinning, Kurt says, "Nobody thinks you were an idiot. You're charming even when you're going into anaphylactic shock. Beautiful even when you're unconscious. It's a gift, Blaine, embrace it."

I laugh. There's a silence and I wait for him to ask about the concussion.

"I can't believe Finn remembered that you were allergic to nuts," Kurt says, "I thought you were having a stroke or something."

Shrugging, I say, "Lucky he did, because I thought it was a panic attack. It didn't even occur to me that it was an allergic reaction until Finn said something."

"He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for," Kurt says, "He probably saved your life."

I nod. "No shit."

We fall silent again, and I wait for him to ask about the concussion.

"Do you think you'll be feeling well enough to come to the movies with us tomorrow afternoon?" Kurt asks, "Double date with Finchel?"

I laugh at the nickname for Finn and Rachel, and say, "Yeah, definitely. I'll be there."

"Awesome."

I wait for him to ask about the concussion.

"We should go shopping after the movie," Kurt says, "You're starting to get some amazing definition in your arms from all of your boxing, and I think we need to get you some shirts to highlight that."

I frown. He's really doing everything he can to avoid the topic of the blatant lie I just got caught in. "Sure," I say distractedly, "Shopping sounds good."

He definitely senses my mood, and as he drives, he watches me closely.

I'm not going to bring the topic up in case I'm crazy, but I'm positive that Kurt has guessed why I lied about the concussion. He's seen my other bruises, and he knows that me and Dad don't get along. What possible reason would I have for lying about a concussion except to protect the person who gave it to me? He definitely knows.

But I'm not going to say a word in case I'm wrong.

Why doesn't he just ask me?

"Rachel's probably pissed that you ruined her birthday," Kurt says, laughing suddenly, "I hope she's not pissed at Finn for leaving her side to come to the hospital."

I smile, but I don't really think it's funny. "Yeah," I say, "I should make sure to bring her an extra special birthday present tomorrow."

Kurt nods. "That seems wise."

Why doesn't he just ask me?

"Is Santana (still staying at your place?"

I nod.

Why doesn't he just ask me?

"Do you want to have a Community marathon tonight?"

I nod.

Why doesn't he just ask me?

"I think Puck and Quinn might have a secret thing going on again."

Why doesn't he just ask me?