I'm sorry for those of you who regret reading last night's chapter. I regret that you had to read it if you didn't enjoy it.

It's the hottest day of the year today and I'm dying. I need a pool.

From RayvnAshes2:Okay, for some reason Kurt gets really angry and/or frustrated about something and goes off into a rant in his lower register (as low or lower than in Give Up the Funk), possibly in French as well, because that would sound incredibly sexy. But anyways, Blaine comes across Kurt in the middle of his rant and...etc.

I didn't write any French translations because I always get them wrong and people invariably complain.

Pitch

"What the hell is wrong with my voice?"

Kurt threw his bag on his bed angrily and resisted the urge to kick his bed. Last time that had happened, it had resulted in a broken toe and an explanation to his father about the language emanating from his bedroom. And while he was sure that the Dalton beds were a lot softer - they had better be for the amount he was paying for one - Kurt wasn't going to take that chance.

Dalton was a safe place for Kurt in many different ways but right now it was probably safer for Finn that Kurt was here.

"Seriously, why does it have to be abnormal that I talk like this?" he asked the wall, glaring when it didn't reply. "There is nothing wrong with the way I speak or sing - and none of them ever complained when I hit those notes they needed, did they? But just because I get a bit high pitched when I get excited suddenly means there's something wrong with me."

Wincing, Kurt backed off a little because yes, it completely belayed his argument but he was getting a little high pitched for his own hearing. "It's not like I can control it… well, of course I can but it gets too much effort," he swapped down into his lower register, "to talk like this all the time."

As usual he had to smirk when the lower voice emerged from his mouth. But there was something strangely releasing about it so he continued, pitching his voice as low as he could. "Yes, this would be normal enough for them but why should I need to? It works for funk and yeah, maybe I can speak much better French like this but -" he paused experimentally. "Maybe I'd do better in my French final like this."

Pulling out a sheet from his desk, Kurt quickly rattled off a few of his French phrases before remembering he was meant to be angry. "No, I will not change my voice," he spat out, refueling his fire. "I like having a high voice, I like being able to hit those notes and know that I'm unique and I'm Rachel Berry's only real competition. I like being able to change my voice like this but that doesn't mean I want to keep it this way forever and why are we going through this again? Finn's been living with me for close to three months now and he still doesn't get that there's nothing abnormal about me? Different yes, unique definitely. It doesn't mean I'm not normal and I resent that and he's never going to get it. He's never going to understand that stereotypes don't matter as much as everybody thinks and I love being who I am."

Most of his anger was gone and Kurt was vaguely aware that he was still ranting in his lower register. "Should've recorded this," he muttered bitterly. "Shown him I'm perfectly capable of talking 'normally'." He sighed. "I should just go find Blaine and - Blaine?"

"I'm sorry," came the quiet voice of his boyfriend (and that was still so new, boyfriend of three days and Kurt was still smiling at the word) from the doorway. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"You're always welcome here," Kurt said before pausing and clearing his throat. "Almost forgot how to talk normally there for a second," he said, his voice back to its usual pitch.

"I thought you didn't speak normally."

Kurt was about to snap off a retort before he realized what Blaine was saying. "Oh, you heard all that?"

Blaine nodded, taking a step into the room and Kurt realized there was something a bit off about him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Yeah. All of it, including the French."

The door closed and Kurt glanced at it, surprised because that was kind of breaking the Dalton rules. What surprised him more was how much he didn't care. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice going a little shaky because that something he had picked up on was definitely there in Blaine's eyes. Something that was both foreign and so familiar and he wanted to know, to understand.

"Yeah," Blaine said again. "You don't talk like that much."

"I don't," Kurt agreed, feeling his voice slipping a little higher. "It gets difficult to hold it after awhile unless I'm just going with it, not thinking about it. I couldn't sing like this too well because I get too caught up in the music and forget. But I sang like this for our funk number - I haven't shown you that, I should."

Blaine's hands were ghosting over his suddenly and Kurt blinked, unaware that Blaine had crossed the room so quickly. "You should," he said softly. "But not right now. Right now I just want you."

The tone of his voice was unmistakable and Kurt had to stare for a few seconds to make sure and - yeah. Yeah, it was. "You want me?" he asked, just to clarify.

Blaine seemed to realize what he had said and closed his eyes for a second. "I was going to kiss you when I asked you out but - well, I guess I panicked a little. Wasn't sure if you were ready. But I've wanted to since then, since before then, and that… that was hot, Kurt. And now I just kind of really really want to kiss you."

Kurt smiled, dropped his voice to the lowest register he could and murmured, "Do it."

It took Blaine a second to move but once he did - oh. Yeah, Blaine definitely should have kissed him the second they got together and Kurt suddenly felt the need to break apart to inform Blaine of that fact.

Blaine huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm aware of that now, would you seriously rather be telling me off than kissing?"

"Fair point."

Blaine was the next one to break the moment - granted, he had let it go on for quite a bit longer and Kurt was starting to go dizzy but still, that deserved a glare. "I want to hear this funk song you were talking about," Blaine explained, "before I forget about it completely."

Kurt smirked, knowing full well what would make Blaine forget. He began to rise from the bed - and hold on, they had gotten to the bed somehow, when on earth had that happened? - but Blaine grabbed his wrist to stop him. "What?" Kurt asked. "I thought you wanted to hear the song? I need my phone for that."

"No," Blaine said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I want to hear you sing it. Now."

"Pushy little thing, aren't you?"

"I resent that 'little' comment."

"You would." Kurt rolled his eyes - fondly, he would swear by that - and began to sing.

He got to mother before Blaine attacked him again.

If you've heard the song (which I hope you all have) then you'll understand.