Kurt was still a little edgy about the whole idea. The last thing he needed was for another person to give him false hope that anything will actually change. When Sunday morning came around, Kurt wanted nothing more than just hide underneath the covers and sleep all day long, but he knew Blaine would come and find him. Unless Kurt was dying, he had no excuse on why not to show.

Pulling himself out of bed, he dressed and headed out to the Lima Bean, where he found Blaine waiting with two cups of coffee.

"You ordered for me?" Kurt asked, taking his seat.

"You're late." Blaine said with a smirk.

"Time escaped me," Kurt shrugged. Blaine smiled, but said nothing. "So, what's on the agenda today? It's your one day off, is it not?"

"Sadly, yes. How are your therapy sessions going?"

Kurt took a long sip of his coffee, gripping the cup tightly. "Same old, same old. I'm failing at life and Dr. Fitzgerald is greatly displeased with that."

"How are you failing at life?" Blaine raised a brow, a strange laugh escaping his lips.

"Apparently I'm not following her instructions. I swear, she's treating me like I'm a life sized Ken Doll, you know? Handle with care and all that crap."

"Wait . . . instructions? You mean she's giving you like guidelines or something?"

"Basically. She said it'll help me get back to the way I used to me." Kurt took another sip, rolling his eyes at the statement. "Fat chance of that ever happening."

"What does she want you to do?"

Kurt shrugged. "Normal stuff. Listen to the music I used do, hang out with my old friends, do what I used to before the accident."

Blaine nodded, listening intently. "And you don't wanna do any of this because . . . ?"

"Because that's not me anymore, Blaine. I mean, look at me. No crazy patterns, no scarves. I got some tee shirts and some jeans, and I'm fine with that. This is me, not that clothes obsessed drama king Dr. Fitzgerald is trying to make me."

"But this isn't you." Blaine assured. "You became this person, because you're scared of being hurt for being the real you. So you push away all that matters and pretend to be someone you're not, and you act proud of it, but deep down I'm sure you're dying inside."

Kurt stared down at the table, saying nothing. It wasn't the first time he's heard that accusation. And whether it were true or not, it didn't matter. He could change it if he wanted to, what did it matter to anyone else if he doesn't obsessive over scarves or listen to show tunes? It was his life!

"What are you doing?" He asked after a moment, watching as Blaine pulled out a pad and pen from his bag.

"Taking notes." Blaine answered. "Now, what did you use to do for fun?"

"What? Blaine, what are you doing?"

"Just doing some research, now come on, talk to me. What did you used to do for fun?"

Kurt sighing, thinking of the answer. "I used to love shopping. Whether it was or a guy or girl, I didn't care. I even gave Rachel and Mercedes advice. I was like the Dr. Phil of clothing."

Blaine smiled, jotting it down on the paper.

"I was in Glee club, as you know. So singing. I really don't know what else to say. I hung out, watch movies. Everything a normal teenager did."

"Do you know which friends are still in Ohio?" Blaine asked suddenly.

"Um . . . I think Mercedes is. I'm not sure about Tina. Don't get me started on Brittany, I have no idea what happened that girl. We kind of lost touch."

"Can we get in touch with them?"

"What . . . No! Come on, Blaine, don't drag them into this."

"Whose dragging? I think a pleasant little shopping spree with your old pals would be a fun idea."

"I guess we have different definitions of 'fun' then! No, no way."

"I told you I'm going to help you, whether you like it or not. Now, you can either agree to it and we'll call the girls up and head to the mall, or I can sedate you and handcuff you to me for the entire day. Which is it?"

Kurt leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. "This is incredibly unfair, you know. What happened to not pushing me?"

"This isn't pushing. It's just a light shove in the right direction." Blaine smiled kindly; Kurt hated that smile. It made him wanna give it all up and just kiss him, and that was a bad idea if he ever had one.

Sighing, Kurt gave in. "Fine, we'll go. But no girls! Just you and me."

"Alright, sounds fair. We'll go slow."

"I hate you so much." Kurt breathed, shaking his head.

Blaine stood from his seat, grabbing his bad and coffee. "I know, but we're still best friends. Now come on! To the mall we go!"

Turning around, Blaine hurried out of the coffee shop. Groaning, Kurt followed.