I am going to start this note with an apology. I have been trying to write the weekend for weeks now and have yet to have enough time. As a result, this chapter isn't a continuation from the events in the previous chapter, but the same time frame from a different point of view. I shall endeavour, this week, to find some extra time in which to, finally, write the Warbler's weekend, but, alas, I cannot promise that. I love writing this story so much, but life is... not fun at the moment. If I don't find enough time, I shall instead write the same time frame from a third point of view. You shall definitely get a chapter next week, but what I'm saying is that it may not be the promised one. I am sorry for this. If, by next week I still don't have enough time, I may go on a short hiatus. I was planning in doing one in a while anyway, but after an event which I wanted to keep as a cliffhanger. I hope I don't have to take this hiatus early, but, as so many of you have said, my health comes first. I still believe a great deal of my sanity lies in updating this story weekly, but, hey.

Simply put, school has been a real bitch recently. I have countless things to complete, both in my academic and my extra-curricular life and I have been struggling to even find enough time to sleep. I haven't slept properly since October and won't again until December because of just how full my diary is. And STILL I have no social life!

To prove how busy I have been, I haven't even watched Glease yet. Yes, that busy. Although, I now think I won't watch any more episodes until I have a sleepover with the delightful Coatsy when we will watch them all together. And yes, I am really looking forward to it actually! Now just to find a date when we're both free...

So, I hope this chapter is okay. I was kind of playing with this idea as I was writing ch22 but I'm not really sure if it fits? In short, I am sorry. I wish I could find more time and give you the chapters you deserve. Not only are my chapters getting less to the point and shorter, but I believe the quality has also decreased, and I hate that, but I don't see a way around it unless I stop uploading entirely for a few weeks, but then I won't have the motivation to write and I'll forget any ideas that I had. So, I can't do that. I will keep going and hope the quality is still of a readable level.

I shall finish with a pleasant hash tag in my bid for forgiveness. #deathbymindblowingwallsex

As a side note, my iPad now autocorrects mindblowing to mindblowingwallsex :) I have trained it well! ;)

Story so far...

After Kurt's birthday, and his surprise of RYG, Klaine go to Lima for the ND reunion. After they return, Kurt has a nightmare about Blaine cheating on him. This causes Blaine to have an epiphany and he decided to propose to Kurt. The Warbler weekend is coming up and Gina is excited about her new boyfriend.

-*T&C*-

"Kurt! You're in today? Hang on, why are you limping?"

Kurt rushed past Gina to the kettle and immediately grabbed a mug to pour himself a mug of coffee. He spoke over his shoulder to her. "I told you; I'm in today and tomorrow until lunch to make up for the fact that I'm not going to be here on Saturday."

"You're not going to be here on Saturday?"

Kurt sighed. "No, I'm going to Dalton to help Blaine out. I told you this yesterday. And the day before. And Monday too, I do believe?"

"Oh. Sorry. Must have been..."

"Distracted?" Kurt offered. He turned around to place a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I sure hope he's worth all of this."

"Oh, he is!" Gina's eyes lit up like a naïve schoolgirl's. "Anyway, you avoided the question. Limping why? Did you hurt yourself?"

Kurt turned back around, blushing. "Something like that..."

"Something like... Kurt Hummel!" The last two words she screamed out, causing everyone in the employer's lounge to look up. She continued in a hushed tone after mouthing a quick apology to everyone in the room. "Do you ever do anything other than have glorious sex with him?"

"How do you know it is glorious?"

"Oh, come on, give me some credit! The evidence: point one; you have given up on wearing high collars and scarves to try and hide the pretty darn impressive hickeys. Point two; you seem to be permanently flushed, which stands out even more on your pale skin. Point three; you limp, nuff said. Point four; you love him, so it will always be glorious. Point five; blushing, you blush all the time. And point six; you're Kurt Elliot Hummel. You're not going to settle for anything less than mind-blowing."

Kurt paused for a few seconds, letting her monologue sink in, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "You think too much."

"But you're not denying it?"

Another sip. "No, I'm not."

"You lucky bugger."

They sat down at one of the tables. "Moving away from my love life, go on. I give you permission. Tell me all."

That was a line that Kurt was going to very much regret saying for the rest of the day as he heard nothing else apart from how lovely Reggie had been and what they'd done and what he'd got her and where they were going tonight and what they were doing at the weekend. All of which was told to Kurt while he was meant to be working, strolling around the store and helping customers when an excitable Gina would bounce up to him and exclaim "I forgot to tell you about his laugh! Oh, Kurtie, wait till you hear his laugh!" or "I don't think I told you about his eyes? Well, they're dreamy" or "I'm seeing him tonight Kurt, did I tell you about that?" Every time, Kurt would respond with a comment like "not now, Gina" or "can't you see I'm busy?" and on more than one occasion "that's great, G, but go away!"

Kurt didn't think he'd ever been so relieved to get home after work. He hadn't even been to Dalton at lunch because he was dragged away to some coffee shop that "Reggie took me to and it's so nice and Kurt just look at those cupcakes".

He just wanted to get undressed, snuggle under the bedclothes and fall asleep. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea. He took his jacket off by the door and hung it up, kicking his shoes off unceremoniously and leaving them on the floor underneath. He dumped his bag on the sofa in the lounge as he walked through and then went through to the bedroom. He stretched in the doorway, a yawn escaping from his lips before he could even attempt to keep it in.

He kicked the door to behind him and sat down heavily on the bed. He rubbed his eyes then brought his feet up on his lap to tug his socks off. Now sitting cross legged, he unbuttoned his shirt carefully, taking a few seconds on each button. With it finally undone, he slid it off his shoulders to leave them and his chest bare. Looking down he could see the dark marks which hadn't been on show at work, and thanked the heavens - for once - that Gina hadn't seen them. Kurt loved her, he truly did, but sometimes she just got a bit too much. A lot too much, especially when she had an admirer. Not for the the first time that day, Kurt ran his hand backwards through his hair. He dreaded to think how ruffled it had been during the day, but for now he was too tired to spare it any more than a second's consideration.

He dropped his feet to the floor and stood up, taking his shirt over to his dressing chair and letting it fall over the back of it. He reached down to fiddle with his belt buckle and slid out of his trousers before shedding them too, and hanging it all over the back of his chair. He was now wearing only his boxers, but these soon came off too and he was left naked after disposing of them and his socks in the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom. He glanced quickly in the mirror before leaving and going back into the bedroom again.

He climbed up the bed from the bottom, sitting on the pillows when he got to the top and lifting the covers for him to slide underneath. It would have been so much simpler to have climbed in from the side, he figured, but far less fun. He rolled around a bit so that he was wrapped up like a sausage, his arms tight against his chest. His eyes closed softly and, not very long after, his breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep.

If you want it, you already got it
If you thought it, it better be what you want

"Mmphggg!" Kurt was shocked awake by the sharp ringtone and scrunched his eyes shut to block out the remaining sunlight. The song continued and he groaned, fighting the covers away from his body and standing up from the bed. He stumbled out of the room and into the lounge, fiddling around in his bag for his phone. Finally, he found it. "Hello?"

"Sorry, is this a bad time?"

"Mercedes! No, well, sort of. I was asleep."

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I'll ring back later."

"No, it's fine, I'm awake now."

"And Blaine?"

"He's at work."

"Oh, right. Of course. That makes... sense, I guess..."

"What are you on about?"

"Never mind. Oh, I have to go. I'm coming, Sophie! I'm sorry, Kurt. I'll, um, let you get back to sleep. I was going to talk to you about me coming to stay but I'll... I'll do that later, look I really have to go now. I'll chat with you later."

"Yeah, sure, see you." Kurt hung up when he realised she was no longer on the other end of the line and couldn't hear him talking. He was still standing up as he hadn't got around to sitting down and he was still naked and- oh, hello.

The cold air of the lounge was in a stark contrast to the warmth of his bed and the effect of that was... clearly visible. Suddenly, he didn't feel quite so tired anymore. He picked up the phone again, only this time to dial a number. He held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" came the voice from the other end.

"Hey sexy. Get home as quickly as you can."

"Why? What's wrong?"

Kurt smirked. "I'm hungry."

Well, how was that? As I said at the top, I shall definitely upload next week, but it may just not be what was desired. I shall update you next week as to whether I think I'll have enough time or if I will take a week's break from uploading.

I'm sorry also that my natural crazy seems to have disappeared. A lot has happened in a short space of time and so I have gone from very giggly and bubbly to sitting in silence for long periods of break and lunch with my friends; a time when I would normally be fangirling over photos of Chris as Russel Fish. As a side note, if you haven't seen the image of him using a damp towel as a whip, search for them. As if I needed reminding of how sexy he is... (stop drooling, Lu) (make me!)

And if feel like I have to say this... okay, no I don't, but I NEED TO! KLAINE ON ICE AND THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER AND THEY'RE SINGING WHITE CHRISTMAS AND IT SOUNDS AMAZING AND SRIGUSIEUHAOEJNAOEOAOWEJFBIH RFNNXMZMAOWOUEERYTEIRBFOXMSO AE and I've just realised that I said this would be a spoiler-free zone... You guys don't mind, do you? *dies*

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every signed review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

Let's bring some crazy back! "Fudge tastes better in the dark." You know what to do with it.