We had been carrying on all afternoon, splashing one another and tossing each other into the pool. I wasn't sure if I was the only one who noticed, but the only one who didn't seem fully involved was Kurt. I hadn't even seen him in the pool yet. The closest he had gotten was sitting on the edge with his feet dangling into it. So, when Puck grabbed a hold of him and prepared to toss him into the pool, it only seemed natural to help him out. It wasn't like we were singling him out or anything. We were just having fun.

Throwing Kurt into the pool wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. He was putting up quite a fight, and even with two of us he wasn't going in easily. I was vaguely aware of Quinn shouting at us to stop but we listened to her protests as much as we listened to Kurt's. It was only after we had managed to finally get Kurt into the water that I really registered what Quinn was yelling.

"He doesn't know how to swim," Quinn shouted fearfully, grabbing my arm.

"What?" I heard Puck say beside me, even as I was already jumping into the pool.

Though Kurt had managed to reach the surface, I could tell he was panicking. I approached him from behind, worried that in his panicked state he might take us both under.

"Kurt, I've got you," I told him, as I grabbed a hold of him.

I somehow managed to keep us both afloat as I headed for the side of the pool. Puck was kneeling on the side, and reached down to help pull Kurt out of the pool. The rest of the Glee club had gathered around the scene and several asked Kurt if he was okay.

Coughing on the water he had swallowed, Kurt got to his feet. The panicked look was still clear on his face, but it had been joined by embarrassment. I saw Mercedes punch Puck as she yelled something at him and Rachel and Quinn were both shooting me daggers. Ignoring the girls, I grabbed a towel and went after Kurt.

I found him huddled by the driver's side door of his Navigator. As he hadn't stopped to grab his stuff, his keys were still somewhere by the pool.

"Are you okay?" I asked, holding the towel out to him.

"Fine," Kurt managed before coughing again. As he didn't move to take the towel from me, I changed tactics and draped it around his shoulders.

"We were just joking around," I tried lamely. "If we had known . . ."

"Can you get my stuff for me? I want to go home," Kurt asked, as if he didn't hear my attempt at an apology.

"Yeah, sure," I said, turning away. I wasn't sure how to make the situation right and perhaps it was best that I settle for just not making it worse.