When Kurt woke up the next morning, he felt really nauseas. So nauseas that he might throw up in a matter of seconds. Wait, he thought, I have Glee Club today! I can't get sick! Maybe I just need some food... So, pushing that bad feeling aside, he trudged downstairs only to find that the only food that they had was a box of peanut butter granola bars. Kurt doesn't eat peanut butter. I have a feeling that this is the start of a horrible day...
"Bye, Dad!," he yelled up the stairs before walking outside and driving to school. Upon arriving, he got cornered by the football team, thrown in the dumpster, and got 3 slushies thrown on him. What a perfect way to start the day!, he thought sarcastically. That was only the beginning.
All throughout the day, he kept getting amused glances and fingers pointed at him. When school was over and it was time for Glee Club, he was absolutely positively frustrated.
"Hey Kurt!," Mr. Shuester told him when he walked into the room, "Why don't you choreograph this number? I know you love this song!" Despite how worse Kurt's stomach felt, he found that he just couldn't say no.
"OK, everybody!," he ordered, "Turn, point, hip, hip, look... and point again!" After dancing around for about 15 minutes, Kurt felt a sharp pain in his back and screamed. Kurt fell to his knees and screwed his eyes shut. He vaguely heard the Glee kids shouting his name, asking him what happened, and worriedly ordering him to wake up. I'm trying! I'm trying!, he thought. After an agonizing moment of pain, he slipped into the peaceful obliviousness of sleep...