Friday
The next day at school, Kurt was sitting in his last class of the day, staring at the clock and willing time to move faster. He knew he wasn't the only one. It was Friday, and everyone wanted their weekend to start. Kurt just want to go home so he could pee.
Wes had called another emergency Warbler's meeting at lunch. Thankfully, Kurt was able to sneak away during an argument about choreography between Jeff and Thad to use the restroom. They didn't even notice he was gone.
Kurt continued to drink from his water bottle. The memory of the day before was still strong in his mind but he figured he would be safe. He had gone at lunch, unlike last time, so he wouldn't have to hold as long. He hadn't factored in that his bladder would still be tired and sore.
He made it out of class and to the bus without any issues, and finally made it home. He was desperate as he ran to the bathroom, tossing his bag aside like he had the day before, but at least this time he managed to make it to the toilet with dry clothes. He was actually kind of proud of himself, but his bladder still felt really weak.
Kurt stepped out of the bathroom and Finn was standing in the same place he was the day before, holding Kurt's messenger bag out to him.
"Close call dude?" Finn asked, looking at Kurt funny.
"What? Oh. Yeah, kind of. Are you stalking me now?" Kurt took his bag and started walking to his room.
"Why didn't you just wear them?" Finn asked. It took Kurt a second to realize what he was referring to.
"Because I'm not two years old. I don't need them. Anyways, change of subject. It's my turn to make dinner. Any idea what you want to eat?" Kurt didn't want to talk about diapers with Finn. He just didn't. It felt wrong.
Kurt went into the kitchen, made a turkey meatloaf, and threw it in the oven to cook. He told Finn what time it would be done, and that it's his job to pull it out and eat when he's ready. Finn said he had homework to catch up on, and he wanted to get it done while he was still in school-mode, so he could relax over the weekend.
Kurt studied for a few hours, trying to catch up on his reading, and working to make sense of the lessons from the day before. He hadn't been paying too much attention to them then, and it was biting him in the ass now.
Kurt was just finishing up an essay when his stomach let out a loud rumble, distracting him. He needed to get his work done, so he told it to shut up, he was busy. He realized he hadn't eaten anything since the celery and peanut butter yesterday, but he was almost finished with his work. He could eat after.
"It's not healthy to keep skipping meals you know. Especially when you're as skinny as you are." Finn's voice came from right behind him, and he almost jumped out of his seat. Kurt hadn't heard him come in. "Seriously. You'll get malnourished and stuff. They told us so in health class once. Come eat."
"I'll be down in a few minutes, I'm almost finished. I'm fine. And I'm not too skinny. I know I'm not fat, but missing a meal or two isn't going to kill me." It was all Kurt could do not to tell him to shut up and mind his own damn business. His weight was kind of a sensitive topic that he had no desire to discuss, with him or anyone else.
He and Rachel had already had the whole 'Kurt, you're too skinny for your own good and I think you might be anorexic because you never eat anything and I'm not going to leave you alone about it until I see you eat this Snickers bar I brought you because I'm worried about you and I'm such a nosy little shit that can't mind her own business' conversation a few months ago. Let's just say it didn't end well, and they didn't speak to each other for two and a half weeks afterwords.
Kurt finished his homework and went downstairs to eat. Finn burnt the meatloaf, but it was still edible. The rest of the evening was uneventful, with the exception of Kurt running to the toilet more often than usual. He was so happy he didn't have classes the next day.