AN: Hello readers! I'm back! Hope you enjoyed the very long break from this story! (What was it, like two days?!)

*checks*

Oh. It was like 5. Whatever.

Again, I would like to thank all of you for the reviews. And keeping me amused by the way you guys freak out. xD

I am happy to say that I now have the basic plot-line of this story now played out in my head, so hopefully this means no more writer's block.

Which you probably don't really care about. Right.

ON WITH THE STORY STUFF!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or any of its characters. Mehhh. :(

Jenna: WATER, SOAP, PRESSURE.

"Kurt? Kurt, can you hear me?"

He could hear her. He managed to open his eyes to look at Rachel.

"OH THANK GOD!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. Kurt weakly struggled to get free. Rachel continued to ramble.

"We thought you weren't breathing! Oh, we were so worried! I thought I would have to perform mouth-to-mouth!"

Kurt was glad he had woken up. His brain was foggy. What happened? Where was he? He blinked a few times and realized that there were more people behind Rachel. He blinked again. The Glee club. Kurt realized he was laying on a couch in a living room. Rachel's party. Everything came back to him. The stupid game. The lake. The digusting water that had made its way to-

Kurt groaned in pain. His stomach.

"What happened exactly? How did I get out of the lake?" Kurt asked, to get his mind off things. His voice was raspy.

"Finn saw you floating and that you were unconcious and pulled you out," Rachel explained, "Do you feel okay? You look kind of pale."

"My head and stomach are killing me and I feel extremely dizzy," Kurt said. He winced as another shot of pain went through his stomach. It was almost as if he would-

The worst jolt of pain in the stomach hit Kurt then. He knew what was coming. He jumped off the couch and ran straight to the bathroom.

"Feel any better?" Rachel asked, once Kurt walked back into the room.

"Y-yes. My stomach feels slightly relieved, thank you." Kurt sat down on the couch.

"Don't you think we should just stop this game and go to bed? Its kind of stupid and people are getting hurt," Finn stated, glancing at Kurt, then looking back at the group. Everyone sighed, but agreed and headed upstairs. Kurt made his way to the bathroom and washed his face and hands. He would take a long, heavy-duty shower when he got home to get all the grime off. He headed back to the guest room, where all the guys were already asleep. He took his place on the couch and closed his eyes...

"Rise and shine fellow Glee-clubbers!" Rachel cheerfully burst into the room. The boys groaned. Rachel strutted over to the window and pulled back the curtains. This just caused the boys to groan louder as the sunlight streamed into the room.

"Come on, guys!" Rachel whined, "I made pancakes!"

"FOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!" Puck shouted. He and Finn jumped out of bed and raced out the door. The others followed suit, though a little more slowly.

The girls had already taken their places downstairs at the dining room table. The boys pulled extra chairs up to the table and Rachel placed plates of pancakes in front of them.

Kurt wasn't surprised to find the pancakes as perky as Rachel. Of course they would be decorated. He looked down at his smiley face pancake made with whipped cream for the mouth, chocolate chips for the eyes, and a cherry for the nose. Kurt picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

"Did you know," Rachel began, taking her place at the table, "that if you can tie a knot with a cherry stem in your mouth, you're considered a good kisser?"

Everyone started the challenge at once. Puck was the first one to get his tied. Santana was the second....and last. The rest of the group fumbled around with the stems in their mouths, eventually giving up. They finished their breakfast and after opening gifts, everyone started to leave.

Kurt changed back into his clothes from the day before and started to head out the door. He couldn't believe what he saw.

"MY CAR!!!" He screamed, running to it.

"Thought you'd like it, Hummel," Puck snickered, leaning against the car, "Did it overnight."

"LIKE IT?!? I HATE IT! I-IT'S PINK AND ITS RUINED!" Kurt shouted in Puck's face, gesturing to the hot, neon pink car, "MY DAD'S GOING TO MURDER ME!!"

"Why would he? It's your car," Puck rolled his eyes.

"ITS NOT MY CAR YOU IDIOT!! IT'S MY DAD'S!!"

"Oh....well...sorry. Good luck dealing with him," Puck ran off to his own car and drove away. Kurt stood there in shock. Now what?

His phone vibrated. Kurt took the phone out of his pocket and opened the text message:

Kurt,

Went for a walk. Be back soon.

-Dad

Kurt sighed in relief. His dad wasn't home. Which just meant he needed to get the car back and re-paint it with it's normal color before his father returned. Kurt hopped in the front seat and quickly started to drive.

His house wasn't too far from Rachel's, and he made it home in about 10 minutes. Kurt prayed that his father still wouldn't be back, and pulled the car into the garage. He fumbled out of the car and looked around for spraypaint. He spotted some, grabbed it, and quickly tried to begin, when he realized that there wasn't any spray paint in the can. Kurt cursed, and frantically looked through numerous cans of spraypaint trying to find the right color. But he had no luck. Kurt grabbed a tarp from the ground and quickly threw it over the car. It would have to do for now. The boy sighed and walked inside his house.

After taking a 3 hour long shower, Kurt started to walk towards the living room to watch TV. His dad stopped him in the hallway. Kurt froze.

"You didn't tell me you were staying for the night."

Kurt was caught off guard. Burt obviously hadn't discovered the car yet.

"Sorry Dad," Kurt tried to walk away, but his father stopped him again.

"You scared me. How was I supposed to know what had happened? What if you had gotten hurt? How would I have known, Kurt?"

"I don't know, but you obviously knew I was okay, considering you sent me that text message this morning."

"That's not the point. The point is that you need to tell me if there's a change of plans when you go somewhere," Burt argued.

"Okay Dad," Kurt sighed. His father opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to have given up as he closed his mouth and walked away.

Kurt curled up on the couch in the living room and flipped on the TV. He scrolled through the channels.

Kurt ended up watching 8 pointless Lifetime movies before he slowly made his way to his bedroom to go to bed.

What a bad day. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

Kurt glanced at the calendar on his wall. Tomorrow was Monday.

So much for the chance of having a better day.

AN: Hello people that are still here. :D

Was that longer? I'm not quite sure.

I've got to go get pumped for the Madonna episode now. :)

Review please! :D