A knock at his door wakes Kurt up. It opened before he could sit up or call out. It was Finn, but at least he knocked this time. He was learning. There might be hope for him yet.
He came in and set a dark plastic shopping bag at the foot of Kurt's bed. "Don't freak out, but I got you something. It might help. Just please think about it before you yell at me."
Now Kurt was confused. He didn't know what Finn was talking about. Kurt loved presents, and Finn knew that.
Why would he freak out?
Kurt looked in the bag, and immediately wished he hadn't. Finn had gone out to the pharmacy while he was sleeping and brought back adult diapers in Kurt's size. Kurt felt betrayed. Finn hadn't changed. Kurt knew people like him couldn't change. All those things he had said in the kitchen earlier about caring were lies. They had to be. Why else would he try to humiliate Kurt like this?
Kurt couldn't raise his voice to say anything to Finn, let alone yell at him like he wanted to. He had been stupid enough to believe Finn cared, and now he was mocking him. His eyes burned, his throat closed up, and Kurt could feel tears sliding down his face. He kicked the bag off his bed and curled up in a ball.
He wanted to die.
"Get out." Kurt choked on the words, not sure if he said them loud enough for Finn to have heard.
"Kurt, no. Hear me out, okay? Please? It's not what you think. I'm trying to help. Talk to me, please." Kurt felt Finn's hand on his shoulder and flinched. "Give me a chance?"
Kurt could hear something in the tone of Finn's voice. Love? Compassion? Care? He didn't know what it was. Some emotion he couldn't put a name to, and it hit him. Finn, in his own weird little way, actually was trying to help.
Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes and calmly spoke to him. "Thank you, but I'm not a baby, and I will not be wearing them. I don't need to. Today was a one time occurrence, one that no one will ever know about because I will murder you in your sleep if you tell anyone, and it will not happen again." God, Kurt hoped it didn't happen again. He didn't think he could handle that. Once was an accident, the result of a bunch of random events aligning perfectly. A fluke. Twice is, well, he hoped he never had to face that. Finn stood up and walked out, leaving the bag of diapers on the floor where Kurt had kicked them.
Kurt looked at the clock. It was still somewhat early in the evening, but dark outside. Screw homework. He turned the light out, rolled over, and went to sleep, skipping his moisturizing routine and not caring in the least.