I think Carole is the only one who noticed that I came out wearing a different outfit when Blaine was the only one who, to everyone else's knowledge, needed to change. Fortunately, she said nothing in the three minutes we spent standing, gobbling down soggy toaster waffles, in the kitchen. She didn't say anything about it not usually taking Blaine a quarter of an hour to change, either.

I made a quick arrangement with Finn - he promised to let me tell the glee club. Actually, he begged me to do it, because apparently he didn't know how to say "we have a new baby" without making Puck say something offensive. I agreed.

Outside and out of sight of Carole's knowing glances, my constant blush finally faded. Vale started wailing the moment we were past the threshold, though. He probably would have come toddling after us if he could actually walk. Or even crawl.

In Blaine's car, I won the daily argument over which cd to play - lady Gaga, of course. Blaine insisted that he was actually letting me win, since I was tired.

Honestly, I didn't feel tired. I actually felt hyper.

I was dragging by Glee club, though - my overtired buzz had crashed at around lunch. Instead of eating I'd just elected to have a nap on Blaine's shoulder.

Mr. Shue actually pulled me aside.

"Kurt, are you feeling okay?"

Blaine stared us down. He looked a little confused and a little amused, and it wasn't just for the rhyme.

I tried to wave the teacher off. "I'm fine, Mr. Shue."

"Is something happening at home?"

"I said I'm fine, Mr. Shuester. Really," I said. "Can I get back to work, please?"

He sighed. I didn't see the big deal. "You'll tell me if you need anything, Kurt?" he asked.

I nodded sat down next to Blaine. But when he opened his mouth, another voice came out.

"You do plan to tell us what is going on, right?" Quinn asked, leaning backwards, around Blaine.

"Yes," I sighed with exasperation. Throughout the class, everyone took their turn berating me for the news. Even Finn did: "Dude, aren't you going to tell them?" By the time it came to Santana's, "you look absolutely exhausted, did you enjoy your night with Blaine?" I pretty much gave up.

Of course, Blaine didn't. "What are you talking about, Santana?"

"You're wearing his clothes, and he's drop dead tired. I know the signs, Anderson."

I sighed and stood. Every snapped to attention right away; they were all waiting for this and really only humoring their assignment.

"So yesterday, I got a phone call from my dad, and today, I'm obviously rather tired. Some people," I glared at Santana, "have come to their own conclusions."

Blaine was grinning. I focused on him. "My aunt died," I stated. Before anyone could protest, I sighed. "She actually hated my guts, actually. And now we've basically inherited her kid. He was up all night screaming his head off, because six month olds do that. And that is why I'm rather tired. Santana."

She snorted, rolled her eyes, and conveyed her sarcastic disbelief with several other rude actions.

Blaine stood. "Mr. Shuester, could Kurt and I do our song today instead of later?" he asked.

"We haven't got much time left before the bell-"

"It's okay if we get cut off, we just need to prove something to Santana..." Blaine whispered our selection to the band and off they went.

Off we went, too. Our choreography was spectacular, which was obviously important since the tune was barely recognizable when we didn't sing, only danced.

I was still sore from sleeping on the couch, and of course I was still falling asleep as we spoke, so my dancing wasn't exactly up there with Blaine's. Not to mention Blaine was a better dancer in the first place.

Santana waited until it was just us three in the room before cackling, "now I know who did what!"

"I still don't understand what we were trying to prove to her," I told Blaine later.

He just laughed and kissed me.