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Kurt's Pov (some canon dio, but its Klaine, so who cares!?)

"Oh yeah!"

Here we go again. Blaine and the pips, and another one of their impromptu performances.

Did it have to be right now, when I was studying?

"So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend."

And of course all of the Warblers are on board as if we weren't all just studying, and like there's not state exams on Friday.

So much for Passing.

Blaine grabbed my shoulder and ushered me to get up, and damnit! I can't act like I don't get chills every time he touches me.

I'll play along.

I don’t really have a choice.

"Deeper than they seem"

 I joined him with background vocals. As we skipped down the hallway. And then he nudged me to sit down. He just grabbed me up, and now I'm sitting again.

Really Blaine?

Sigh.

I'm not going to pretend like I don't enjoy his performances. Blaine is amazing. And his solos are definitely breathtaking. But I don't think I have ever heard anyone else in the Warblers sing alone.

"I am in Misery!"

Yep. That sounds about right. God I miss the New Directions.

I really hate when Blaine gets extremely close to me and does things like lean his head on my shoulder, and looks at me with those giant adorable eyes that I love so freaking much. It's just a kick in the face every time he is flirting with me because I know that he doesn't feel that way for me.

If he did, wouldn’t he have told me by now?

I sang along nonchalantly and I thought it was pretty clear on my face that I wasn't enjoying myself. But no one seemed to notice.

"The silence is slowly killing me. Oh yeah!"

I looked over a little bit uncomfortable at Blaine as he was still touching me while he was singing. But as soon as I looked, he was gone.

This song seems to be lasting a lot longer than it was I'm sure. I was truly getting tired of these performances. The Warbler-bots.

"You say your faith is shaken."

Well at this point, I am the only one of the Warblers who's not standing and dancing. I have to play my part. So I got up and started to wiggle; albeit disinterested.

When the Warblers started to bang on tables, I could tell that I was seriously the only person who was not having a blast. I didn't know how all of the Warblers got so used to this. If it wasn't Blaine who was singing, I would've been completely bored.

“I’m gonna get you back!”

"Hey regionals? You've just met our opening number." Blaine shouted.

I wasn't even surprised. I just smiled while the others cheered.

"How did you manage to find a Burberry-esque Canary Cage cover?" Blaine asked me.

I pulled the cover off of Pavarotti's cage and said, "Canaries don't like cold weather; Especially Pavarotti."

And as soon as it was about me, a second later it wasn't anymore. "So what did you think of the song?" Blaine asked.

I sighed. "Can I be really honest with you? Because it comes from a place of caring?"

Blaine just gave a look as an ok.

"Been there, done that.” I shrugged. Look your amazing Blaine yours solos are breathtaking.” He smiled with a slight blush at the compliment, but my continuance removed it, “They're are also numerous."

"Kurt, the council decides who gets the solos. Do I detect a little jealousy?" Blaine asked me.

Of course not…. Why would I be jealous? That you get every single solo and the rest of us just practice do-wopping behind you. I mean, how is it that I sing less now than I did when I was constantly in competition with Rachel getting every single solo.

But then again, Rachel only got every solo for competitions, not for all performances. Blaine is always, the ONLY one singing alone.

"Oh you detect a lot of jealousy. Look Blaine, sometimes I don't feel like where the Warblers, I feel like we're Blaine and the pips." For a moment, Blaine looked like he really understood what I was saying. But I didn't say anything more and then I walked away. I hope I didn't insult him, but at the same time, it was only the truth.

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Ugh. I feel awful this morning. Not only did I wake up this morning to get jumped on by my brother, but my dad made banana pancakes for breakfast and I couldn't even eat them. I walked into the kitchen, smelled them, got extremely happy, and then 2 seconds later got extremely sick. The dinner that was in my stomach last night, was in the toilet now.

That was weird.

Now, I am starving because I didn't have any breakfast, and I have to listen to Quinn rant about how she's going to be pretend to be Rachel Berry's friend, just to get closer to Finn.

"This is a bad idea Quinn. I know she's a pain in the ass, but that's really kind of low. You already have Finn, so why be her fre-nemy?"

"Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.” she uttered.

I liked hanging out with Quinn, but she has a real bitchiness to her that I don't really like. I definitely preferred to hang out with Mercedes.

Quinn continued as I shook my head not agreeing with the spitefulness. “Look, I know that she still likes Finn, and because Finn is such a good guy, I think that he might want to stray back to her. I can't let that happen."

I rolled my eyes. It was no use. Quinn was going to do what Quinn was going to do. There was no me stopping her.

If I have learned anything while being at Mckinley, it's that Quinn Fabray, was ruthless.

As we approach the cafeteria and I could smell the spicy chicken sandwiches wafting out of the doors, I felt sick to my stomach again.

"Aren't you coming?" Quinn asked me.

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry. I actually feel sick. Excuse me." I ran to the bathroom to barf, but I hadn't had breakfast so I was pretty much dry heaving. This is terrible. I must've been coming down with something. Unless…

Don't go there Savannah. That couldn't be happening.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked me.

"I think I'm coming down with something. Is there anything going around?" I asked.

Quinn didn't say anything. She just looked in deep thought.

"What is it?" I asked.

All of a sudden, her eyes got huge. "Holy crap! Are you pregnant?"

"What?! No!" I said too quickly.

"What?!" Mercedes came out of a bathroom stall, and jumped in front of me.

"I'm not pregnant. There must be a bug or something going around." I argued.

"You forget I was pregnant last year, and I know the signs. And there's nothing going around right now." Quinn said with her hands on her hips.

As if it were my partner in crime, the bell rang. Right on cue. "I've got to get to class."

I left the restroom, leaving both girls there probably to totally gossip about me being possibly pregnant.

I couldn't be pregnant.

Blaine and I didn't even do it for that long. It didn't last long at all because he….. he came very quickly…............

Crap. What if they were right? I didn't know anyone who was sick right now. There was no bug going around. This could not be happening.

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Pavarotti always sang with Kurt. Even in the mornings when he would rather be tired and sleepy, there he was whistling away. He would whistle in harmony with him as he got ready for school.

But all of a sudden, he was very quiet. After being very vocal. Kurt looked over to his cage, and he was lying face up as still as a board.

"Pavarotti?" He asked the yellow Warbler, as if he would answer him.

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Kurt opened the doors to the Warblers common room wearing all black, and looking on the verge of tears.

"Kurt what's wrong?" Blaine asked standing up, extremely concerned.

"It's Pavarotti." Kurt said, his voice cracking. "Pavarotti is dead. I suspect a stroke."

Kurt thought that it was a little stupid to be upset about a bird, but all of the Warblers still looked compassionate and equally as upset as Kurt was. Especially Trent.

All that could run through Blaine's mind at this moment was that, Kurt was the sweetest, most kind, most compassionate person he had ever known.

'Blackbird' by the Beatles started to play in the background and Blaine sat down, giving Kurt the floor.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night."

Blaine Pov

Kurt always sounded so beautiful. He was right. Blaine shouldn't get all of the solos. If anything, Kurt really should get the majority of the solos. His perfect counter-tenor vocal range is flawless and incredible!

The fact that he is a rare talent, and is an individual and standout guy, makes me sometimes  think that he doesn’t belong in the Warblers.

He is a star. He needs to shine like one.

We started to harmonize with him and as he finished his chorus he started to walk around the room. There were tears in his eyes. Everyone continued to harmonize with him, but I stopped.

His tears were glistening bright against his porcelain skin. Seeing him vulnerable like this, I gazed into his eyes. His blue gray eyes, that randomly turn green, that were truly mesmerizing.

The same eyes that had been here for months. The eyes of a beautiful young man with a flawless voice and amazing fashion sense. The same guy that not that long ago, I learned had feelings for me, and I stupidly didn't return those feelings. That same guy who cared so much about his family and friends.

Kurt Hummel, young, gay like me, and perfect.

There you are.

That is the second time I had said that in the past few weeks. That means something. I had been searching for years for someone like him for years. Why didn't I see it sooner?

As he sang, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so beautiful. Such humbleness and elegance and compassion and beauty. He was amazing.

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise" he sang.

This moment. This is the moment. The moment that everything felt right. The moment that my feelings made perfect sense. He was here all along. Standing right in front of me.

I knew what I had to do. I knew that I had to tell him how I was feeling, but I was no good at romance. How would I say this to him?

I wouldn't say it.

I have to sing it. Or say it with music. Somehow.

But what song? He said that every song that I sing is in a P!nk medley.

I do love P!NK... But this had to be something emotional. It had to say everything that I was feeling. I didn't want to just be Kurt's friend anymore.

I wanted more and I wanted everything.

And I want it all with Kurt Hummel.

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Savannah POV

"I think we should all sing original songs for regionals." Rachel said quietly.

"All those in favor of voting Rachel down a second time?" Santana quipped.

My hand went up as well as everyone else's, except Quinn's, because even though original songs is an idea that does thrill me, I’d rather agree with everyone else than  side with Rachel.

"No, I think Rachel's right.” She said matter of factly.  “This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different."

I rolled my eyes. She was only agreeing with Rachel so that she could be her fre-nemy.

So much for the idea of doing "when you believe" with Mercedes for regionals. If Quinn and Rachel agreed on something, the rest of us would have no say, and Mr. Schuester would give in to their request.

Sigh.

Quinn kept rambling on and on, but when she called Rachel a talented songwriter, I wanted to barf again. And this time, not from queasiness, but from the utter bullshit she was spitting out.

If what Finn was talking to us at lunch about earlier about Rachel's original song, "my headband", and her newest one, "only child", then she was not a talented songwriter.

She was anything but a talented songwriter.

I wish Quinn would stop kissing up.

"I agree with Quinn and Rachel." Finn said. "I mean if they can agree on something then it's probably an idea worth considering."

I threw my head back. I so wanted to say something, but of course, I kept my mouth shut.

Thank god though that Santana doesn't care about other people's feelings so she cut in.

"Wait wait wait, so now FaBerry is writing the music for regionals? No way. We should all get to write our own original songs."

Santana was a bitch, but she was a genius. I would love to have a chance to submit an original song option. I had a few original songs hidden in my poetry book at home. Sweet.

Mr. Schue agreed to have us all write some songs to suggest for regionals and so we all started to think. This would be fun.

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All knowing POV

"I think that Blaine's version of the song is actually better than the original." Thad said pointedly.

"But it's not in his natural key." David interrupted.

"How dare you?" Trent chimed.

Blaine rolled his eyes where he was sitting. "Enough. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the Warblers being all about me."

Kurt immediately changed his appearance from looking extremely bored to looking at Blaine in shock.

Blaine talked about how grateful he was to have been able to do all of the solos that he has gotten this year, but he didn't think that he could beat New Directions when they had many people singing with extremely talented voices. He didn't think that he could beat them on his own.

When Blaine said that he wanted to change the 11 o'clock number into a duet, Kurt was looking at Blaine as if he was falling in love all over again.

"Put my name on that audition list." Kurt said towards Wes.

Kurt couldn't have been more shocked when Blaine said no. That he wanted to do the duet with Kurt and everyone just agreed, without a second glance or question.

"Congratulations Kurt!" Wes decided, and they all clapped for him. The smile on Blaine's face was enough to make Kurt heart melt completely.

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As everyone sat in the New Directions glee club, everyone seemed to enjoy Santana's new song. Trouty mouth.

Everyone except for Sam.

"Can we stop this? Stop with the mouth jokes."

"Sit down! I'm not finished!" Santana snapped.

“Yes you are!”

They continued to bicker and Savannah just shook her head. They were anything but a good couple. Sam and Quinn were cute, but Sam-tana, was not a match. In any way shape or form. They just weren't, Savannah thought.

Of course I'd never say that to her, because she would probably murder me gladly, but Santana Lopez, she needed a bad boy to go with her bad girl attitude.

Puck had a song to sing as well, and after he sang 'fat bottomed girls' to Lauren a few weeks ago, all of the new directions were prepared for… well… a lot of offensive things this time around too.

Puck didn't seem to really have a filter when it came to expressing himself.

"It's called Big ass!... Heart."

A lot of people rolled their eyes, and Mr. Schue looked afraid.

He started playing, and immediately, everyone was into it.

The song was awesome! I mean, it was offensive in an awesome way, but it was still awesome. The song was a hit.

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Kurt Pov

I can't believe Pavarotti is dead. This little bird was my friend. I'm not so upset about it anymore, but decorating his casket is a bummer.

"What's that?" Blaine asked coming to stand over my shoulder.

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket." I said. He was in a stylish cage in life, he will be in a stylish casket in death.

"Well finish up. I have the perfect song for our number, and we should practice." Blaine said patting my shoulder.

It was so amazingly exciting that Blaine said that he wants to sing a duet with me. At regionals no less. It made me have just the slightest twinge of hope.

"Do tell." I asked, knowing that it would probably be a pop savvy Katy Perry song.

"Candles, by Hey Monday." He said and he shortly after bit his bottom lip.

I was surprised. He was usually so top 40.

Sitting down, he assured me that he just wanted something a little more emotional.

My heart started to pound. Don't get ahead of yourself Kurt. Breathe.

"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" I asked him. There were plenty of other Warblers, all with awesome voices, but he chose me.

I looked directly into his eyes. He looked like he didn't know what to say. He sighed.

"Kurt there is a moment, when you say to yourself, 'oh! There u are."

Oh my god.

"I've been looking for you forever." He continued.

I could hear my heart hammering. Thud thud thud. I could almost not comprehend what Blaine was saying right now. My eyes started to rapidly move from looking at his eyes to his lips and back again.

Before I could think anymore, his hand was on mine. I had to fight not to gasp. I looked down at his hand. Was this really happening? I have been dreaming about the day that I could hold Blaine's hand again, like the day we met and ran down the hall together at Dalton. Though that wasn't really holding hands, still, I wanted to do it again, and now, here he was, holding mine.

"When you came to me with the confidence to talk about…. Sex, and then watching you do blackbird this week….. Those were the moments for me….. About you."

It was so quiet when he paused, but to me it felt like my heart was screaming. I didn't want to blink. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes,

"You move me Kurt." Blaine continued.

I was so glad that he was talking again, with his gorgeous Hazel eyes boring into mine, and it was as if there was nothing else in the world; "and doing this duet would just be an excuse to spend, more time with you."

I hoped I wasn't really shaking, because I felt like I was. My head was spinning.

He rose above his chair and leaned towards me, I flinched just a bit. This was happening. He kissed me. He was kissing me, and it was amazing. It felt like I was flying. At first, I had no control over my body, but just as suddenly as that came, it went, and my hand was cupping Blaine's face and deepening the kiss. There was so much passion. I parted my lips just a bit and then, too quickly, he dropped the kiss. But both of our hands lingered on each other's cheeks for a moment before letting go.

Did that just happen?

His breaths were now as quick as mine, and I dropped my hand back onto the table, a little too hard and it made a bang. Blaine sat back down and smiled. He touched his forehead, and breathed out a laugh to himself. I was still in shock, and all I could think about was Blaine's lips on mine. I wanted to be kissing him again.

"We- we should practice." Blaine said, not looking at me.

I had to kiss him again. I needed to be kissing him again.

"I thought we were." I said with a slight chuckle.

Blaine took the hint, and he got back up and leaned into me. Just like that, we were kissing again. Our hands were immediately around each other's faces and this time, our lips were parted right away.

It felt like I had been kissing Blaine for years, the way that our mouths explored each other's, and our lips felt so right attached to each other's. After what seemed like forever, I dropped our kiss and stared into Blaine's eyes, and he stared back into mine.

"Kurt…." Blaine said softly, breaking the silence.

"Blaine…" I said back.

I had to look somewhere else. Staring into his eyes just made me want to be kissing him again, and we both needed to catch our breath.

"So, I guess this is where I ask if you'll be my boyfriend right?" He asked.

I stared at him, and wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn't. He was just so amazing to me. Everything about him. He was worth waiting for, and I couldn't be luckier to be his boyfriend.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that question since teenage dream."

Blaine smiled so big, his lips reached his ears. "I guess I was singing to you all along. I just didn't know it."

I couldn't help myself. I kissed him again, and our smiles were so big, it was as if our teeth were kissing too.

"I could kiss you all day." Blaine said, not letting go of my face.

I could too. And with that, I kissed him again. He gladly accepted, and actually pulled me down with him, onto his chair, until I rested into a position sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my back, and we stayed that way, in each-others arms, until.... I don't know how long were there. Kissing on and off.

This had to be one of the best days of my life.

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Savannah Pov

"Oh Hell to the no!" Mercedes ended her original song.

This was a blast. Harmonizing behind Mercedes was always a blast. Tina, Lauren, Brittany and I always danced like crazy people behind the piano and that made it so much fun.

Everyone cheered as Mercedes finished the song, and we all proceeded to sit down while Mr. Schue said that her song was good, but not regionals material.

The New Directions started talking about the cheerleading coach, coach Sylvester, and I stayed quiet. I didn't really hear much about coach Sue. She hadn't really had the chance to harass me much since I got here, and, she was honestly a lot of fun when we did 'sing' by my chemical romance a few weeks ago. But she was not a nice person. At all, so I understand completely why everyone hated her so much. She didn't have a human heart.

"Loser like me?!" everyone read from the board, and Mr. Schue was smiling.

"That is perfect! Because they can hate on us all they want, they know they want to be losers too." I said loudly.

Everyone agreed.

"That's a good line. Write that down." Puck said.

I felt all warm inside. It felt cool being able to create the first line for the song. I was really feeling more part of the New directions everyday. Especially since Rachel's party.

My idea's didn't ever get shot down, (except by Rachel occasionally) my performances got applause, and I was friends with the other members. It was great.

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By the time Friday came, and we were at regionals in the audience, baby blue dresses and black leggings, everyone was really pumped. Aural intensity had performed, and they were good, but their performance was so short, that we didn't think that they would stand a chance. Our original songs were going to kick ass!

The throwing up feeling that I had all day on Monday had to have been something that I ate, because I didn't feel that way again for the entire rest of the week.

It was enough for me to not think anything of it.

Quinn and Mercedes were unconvinced though, and they said that I should go and get a pregnancy test, but I didn't think it was necessary. I had only felt sick once since I slept with Blaine. What are the chances that I could get pregnant really?

The Warblers performed and I was going wild in my seat. Kurt and Blaine were phenomenal in their duet, and it was an interesting choice of song considering they weren't dating.

But then again, as they finished their song, the way that they looked into each other's eyes, said something else. They looked like they were seriously in love. Maybe Kurt was keeping it a secret from us? I would text Kurt later if we didn't talk after regionals.

"Oh please, We've been waiting on Kurt and Blaine forever." Santana said answering some of the new directions questions about Kurt and Blaine dating. “It's about time.”

I agree. They are adorable together.

Puck was actually holding his heart and crying after they finished singing.

Bad ass my ass. Haha!

The Warblers went on to sing 'raise your glass', with Blaine leading. Blaine was so charismatic, and the crowd went wild. They were awesome! Before Kurt joined the Warblers, I had no doubt why Blaine was the lead singer. His voice was like…. Amazing. But Kurt's voice was amazing too, and with the two of them, they'd definitely be the ones to beat today.

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New directions won!

Rachel's performance of "Get it right" was phenomenal, and it made me want to cry, but I had to stay on point. Our performance had to be perfect, and staying in character was necessary. And loser like me was the best song I think I had ever heard!

"You wanna be, you wanna be, a loser like me!"

The slushies' full of confetti were an awesome touch. And the crowd loved it! Honestly, I don't think it was because they knew anything about us getting hit in the face with slushies' at school for being unpopular, I think they just liked the confetti. Because who doesn't like confetti?

It was such a blast performing. It was never this much fun performing with the glee club from Akron high. They were no fun at all. For my freshman year, we literally performed at our invitational, and that was it. We never even made it to sectionals. We were too small of a glee club.

Being in New directions was incredible though. And now we were going to nationals! In New York City!

After regionals on Friday, the new directions threw a major blow out after school in the gym on Monday. There wasn't drinking this time, mostly because Mr. Schue was chaperoning, but it was a lot of fun anyway. There were treats and chips and goodies of all kinds, and the though we all sang along wildly to the music, it was nice to not be obligated to be singing perfectly for a change. Rachel was voted MVP for regionals, and it was a unanimous vote from everyone. Her original song, 'get it right', was truly amazing! But me personally, I think that "Loser like me" was what won it for us.

I wanted to invite Blaine and Kurt to come to the party, but everyone said that that was probably insensitive, and I agreed.

Mercedes and I, on Tuesday had a movie night at her house to celebrate my new freedom, as I got off grounding finally. We had already watched a couple chick flicks, when Kurt texted Mercedes. It was only 4 o'clock, and he asked to come and join us. Kurt was a blast to hang out with. He was funny, and his voice was phenomenal. He was one of us girls, and he totally knew it. And it wasn't insulting to say that, because he seemed to like it that way.

"I love getting a break from those Warblers to come and hang out with my ladies. I miss you guys!" Kurt said pulling off his blazer.

I loved being called one of his ladies.

Kurt, Blaine and I were really close at the championship game right after I had joined the New Directions, and we got along great any time that we met up after that.  I had gotten slushied for the first time that week, and I was still feeling like an outsider. I didn't get to perform with the New Directions at the half time show because I wasn't in the club for the week while they were in zombie camp, and booty camp. So, I stayed in the crowds with Kurt and Blaine. They were really awesome, and Kurt was such a sweetheart. And so supportive.

He knew all about bullying.

Kurt and I definitely were a lot alike. We both loved musicals, and had awesome dads that could be really strict when they wanted to be, but were overall, the greatest.

His dad has heart troubles, and my dad has bad anxiety and he already has an ulcer because of it so they both have to stay stress free. It was hard on the both of us. He has to keep his dad in line with his eating habits, and staying calm, and I have to keep my dad taking his medication, and keeping from getting too angry, stressed or aggravated.

And, totally coincidence, our moms are both nurses. Well, his stepmom, but still.

"We love you Kurt! You should come around more often! We are not that far away. Just because we don't go to school together doesn't mean that we can't still see each other outside of school." Mercedes told him.

Kurt smiled. "I know. I love you guys too. It's just, classes at Dalton are so much harder, and I have to spend a lot more time studying than I ever did at McKinley. It's not the same…."

“You sure it’s not because you want to spend as much time at Dalton for Mr. Blaine Warbler?"

Kurt blushed and said, "Maybe.”

“What’s going on with you guys anyway?” I asked.

Kurt just started to play with he bowl of chips on the bed before he mumbled, “Nothing. We’re just, boyfriends now!" he practically screamed the latter 2 words.

We all laughed and smiled and said how awesome that was and how happy for him we are.

"Took y'all long enough."

He playfully punched Mercedes' shoulder.

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"We miss you so much Kurt." Mercy sighed, as Kurt got off the phone with his dad saying he needed to head home within the hour.

Kurt looked bummed. I hugged him, and he hugged me back, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Hey guys! I got you a pizza." Mercedes mom said coming through her doorway, and handed the box to us.

And my stomach curdled.

I need a toilet.

"Oh my god!" I tore myself away from Kurt's embrace, and ran into the bathroom.

Kurt, Mercedes and Ms. Jones followed me and were standing behind me as I threw up.

This is so embarrassing.

I sighed as I finished vomiting. "Not again." But I didn't mean to voice it out loud.

"Again?" both Kurt and Mercedes mom said in unison.

I didn't dare look up at them. I only flushed, and got off of my knees to wash my mouth in the sink.

"She was throwing up all day last Monday too." Mercedes said, and I could hear the accusation in her voice.

Here we are again.

"Come to think of it, I saw you run into the bathroom a few times yesterday too."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm okay, I just-……….. it must've been something I ate."

Kurt was quiet, but Mercedes kept on. "That's what you said yesterday."

I turned to walk out of the bathroom, and had to push past Mercy and Kurt. "I'm fine you guys!"

"Sweetheart are you sure you're ok? Can I get you anything? We might have some ginger ale."

I smiled a little bit. "That actually sounds pretty good. Thanks Ms. Jones."

She patted my shoulder and proceeded downstairs, and shouted, "don't eat any of that pizza until your stomach has settled."

I smiled. She was so nice.

I sat back down on Mercedes' bed and her and Kurt stood in front of me with their hands on their hips.

"What!?" I asked kind of annoyed.

Kurt sat next to me. "Have you been throwing up all week?" He sounded so concerned.

"No!" "Yes!" Mercedes and I yelled at the same time.

"No, I haven't" I continued. "Just last Monday……. And then, yesterday. I'm fine you guys. Really."

"It doesn't sound like you're fine. People don't just throw up like that for no reason at random." Kurt said. He lifted my chin up and looked into my eyes, and felt my forehead. He was acting like my mom.

"Kurt, I'm not sick." I said taking his hand off my forehead. "Really, I'm fine."

"I know you're not sick. You're pre-"
"Mercedes!" I yelled, when her mom came through the door with a glass of ginger ale."

“Thank you.” I said with gratitude.

Mercedes stopped for now, but they weren't gonna let this go. I knew they wouldn't.