Nothing but a crock of bull. But he went and did as he were told. He spoke about the nightmares and the flashbacks. He listened to Fitzgerald and promised he'd make an effort to get back into step. He was to listen to the music he used to like, hang with his old friends - at least the one's home from college - and write to the ones that weren't. He was to have fun, and be careless.

He had no intention to do any of those things, but a fail promise wasn't something new to him.

A small knock on his door pulled Kurt away from his thoughts. Turning behind him, he watched as Burt opened the door and popped his head in.

"Hey, Son."

"Hi, Dad."

"You have a visitor." Burt told him. "I was gonna shoo em away, but he's kinda persistent,"

Before Kurt could respond, Burt stepped aside, allowing Blaine access into the room.

"Have fun, boys." Burt added before closing the door.

Kurt and Blaine locked eyes; Blaine smiling politely, while Kurt's mouth hung slightly. They were like that for a few seconds, before Blaine gave in.

"Hi, Kurt."

"Hi," Kurt said lamely.

Moving forward, Blaine placed his large shoulder bag onto Kurt's head, opening the flap carelessly.

"So, I brought movies, magazines, and popcorn. I don't know what your favorite genre or flavor, so I basically brought everything I had, regarding the movies and mags, and for popcorn, I have plain, home-style, extra salty, extra butter, and chocolate flavored."

Kurt watched as his friend unloaded his pack, tossing each object into its own pile. When he finally finished, his bed was covered in probably thirteen different magazines, twenty movies, and ten different popcorn packets.

"Um," Kurt replied dumbly.

"I figured," Blaine spoke up, sensing Kurt's confusion. "Since we didn't get to hang out the other day, we'd make up for lost time." Reaching over, he began picking up various films. "So, what will it be? Howl's Moving Castle? 50 First Dates? Ooh! I have Winnie the Pooh and Footloose. The Little Mermaid. I haven't seen that in a while; we should definitely put that on our watch list. I also have-"

Kurt stood from his chair, his hands up questioningly. "So, that's it?" He asked. "You're just gonna come here and act like the other day didn't matter? Not even gonna ask what happened?"

Blaine thought about for a second. "Nope." He replied.

"Oh." Kurt murmured, quite shocked by this.

"You don't like being told what to do." Blaine told him. "So if even if I did ask, I highly doubt you would've given me an answer. You're the type of person where, the more someone pushes, the harder your shell becomes."

"Y-yeah," Kurt answered.

"Well, I'm not going to push. I'm gonna sit tight, relax, and wait for you to open up. Might take a while, but it'll be worth it." Blaine went back to looking through the films, trying to decid which he wanted to watch first. "Now, let's stop this gloom and doom talk and get the show on the road, huh? I'll pick the movie, you make the popcorn?"

Kurt thought about it for a second. There was no harm in watching a movie, so why not?"

"Yeah. Um, I'll be right back."

Grabbing two of the popcorn packets, Kurt headed downstairs. Burt and Carole were sitting in the kitchen, having coffee, when he walked in.

"Oh, Kurt, lemme do that." Carole offered. Taking the packets, she placed them in the microwave, and pressed the POPCORN button.

"You let him in?" Kurt asked his father.

"He said he just wanted to hangout. Doesn't seem too horrible." Burt defended.

"You couldn't tell him I was sleeping or something?"

"I'm sure I could've, but what's the point of that? The doctor said you gotta start hanging out with people. Ya know, getting back into the habit. You and Blaine are friends, so I figured what the hey."

Kurt turned his attention onto the beeping microwave. Grabbing one of the glass bowls, he tossed the steaming hot fully popped popcorn in, grabbed two Diet Cokes, and headed back upstairs for his room. When he got there, Blaine was lying back on his bed, staring at the TV, which was just beginning to play 101 Dalmatians.

"I always wanted a puppy." He stated. "My parents didn't think I'd be able to take care of it. If you have one hundred and one puppies, what would you do?"

Kurt laughed softly, taking his spot on the bed. "Cry due to the messes they'd make."

Blaine nudged Kurt's leg playfully. "Yeah, but imagine the cuddling. They're all soft and stuff. That would be like one giant snuggle fest."

"Are you gonna talk during the whole film?" Kurt asked, jokingly.

Blaine smirked boyishly. "Probably. Not sure if you've noticed, I tend to voice my options."

Kurt rolled his eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "I've never noticed."