He heard them calling for him, but he made no movement. He didn't want to go out today. It was a bad day. He woke up from another nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep. All he wanted to do was stay home and relax.

Sadly, Finn had other plans. Barging through the door, the Frankenstein teenager threw himself on top of his brother, laughing.

"Lets go! We called you like twenty times."

"Get off me!" Kurt struggled to breathe. Finn was almost twice his size and weight, and having pelted himself on top of Kurt wasn't exactly great for his lungs. Kurt breathed deeply as the taller boy picked himself up and leant against his dresser. "I'm ill. I can't go today."

"Come on, man. We're been waiting for this day all summer; don't bum out on us now."

"No one bumming out on us." Burt announces as he appears in the doorway. "You sick?"

"Mentally." Kurt mutters.

"Well, so is the rest of this family." He states. "It took a lot of work getting those tickets, and I intend on having the whole family go. Sick or not. Not get dressed. Oh! And don't forget your swim trunks."

Burt retreated the room, taking Finn with him. He wasn't normally so persist on making Kurt do things, but he knows his son hasn't go out in a while, and whether he's a doctor or a mechanic, he knows that isn't good for a person. So whether Kurt liked or not, he was gonna go out and be around people.

Kurt, of course, didn't like it.

Sitting up, Kurt reluctantly went to get ready. It used to take him almost an hour for him to be presentable, now its mere minutes. He barely uses those facial creams and exfoliates; at least not regularly. His hair is longer than before; though it works worst due to him not using any gel or hairspray to keep it up.

But he likes it this long. Not because it fits his face well, but it hides the one physical scar that just doesn't seem to wanna go away. Finn joked, trying to lighten to mood, and tell him it was like that scar of that wizard book he likes so much. Kurt smiled at his childishness, but it didn't make him feel any better.

Kurt looked into the mirror and sighed. He was thin and lanky in his eyes, with pale skin and a small scar hidden by his hair on the left side of his forehead. He touched the scar gently, and the events of that night slowly took over his mind.

The screaming, the lights of the car; the names he and Dave were called, and the darkness that over took him after the final blow.

Kurt shook his head, forcing the memories out, banishing them. Leaving the bathroom he dressed quickly. He still had his fashion sense, but he cut his choices down some. His outfits were usually black, white, or gray; though still all name brand designers. He thought it would be better to die down the flamboyant-ness; no more Gaga inspired outfits or anything that screams "Hey! Look at me! Look at me!"

The attention he got for his clothes used to his Kurt butterflies. He was always a fashionable young man. Now he'd rather just be in and out of life, not really caring if he was noticed or not.

Grabbing his town and swim suit, he tossed it into his shoulder bag and headed upstairs. His family was waiting outside by the car. Finn and Rachel, who were very rarely apart nowadays, were laughing about something, and Carole was packing the rest of the things into the back of the truck.

"Alright!" Burt calls. "Lets hit the road!"

"Six Flags here we come!" Finn shouts as the family pile into the truck.