The first time that Kurt woke the next morning was to the sound of silent screaming coming from the down the hall. It didn't wake him to full consciousness, his eyes never opened and he wasn't really aware of anything. All he did was turn around to lay on the opposite side of the bed. Kurt tried to listen to whoever it was in the hallway, but he kept slipping in and out of sleep and the closed door didn't give him much to work with. He wrapped his arms tightly around the spare pillow, burying his face deep into it and began to drift back. Before he completely fell asleep again he heard a door slam and then silence took control

The second time Kurt was awoken that morning was from movement. The bed shook below his body. Kurt groaned shoving his face deeper in the pillow that remained in his arms. Kurt closed his eyes tightly trying not lose the feeling of sleep. He didn't want to wake up yet, but he felt the feeling slipping from his grasp.

The movement continued.

"Kurt," there was a whisper. Kurt mentally groaned this time, there was no possible way that is was morning already. "Kurt, come on."

"Rachel, go away. I'm trying to sleep," Kurt muttered in to the pillow yawning. "I'm tired." Rachel pulled at the blanket letting the cold air burn at the bare skin of Kurt's arms.

"Oh my god, Rachel! It is freezing!" Kurt shot up grabbing at the blanket that wasn't at the bed anymore. "What are you trying to do? Freeze me to death?" He complaining picking the comforter off the ground and wrapping it securely around his shivering body. Rachel gave him a chuckle.

"No Kurt, I'm just trying to wake you up," she shook her head and he grimaced at her.

"Well it worked then," He mumbled feeling his warmth beginning to return back to his body.

"New York, Kurt! Oh my goodness. I can't believe we are going today!" Rachel crossed her legs and sat down on Kurt's bed. "It's going to be amazing. I'm glad you are with me Kurt. I can't think of anyone else I would rather be with. Kurt looked up at her.

"Me neither, Rach. Me neither." Rachel gave him a huge smile.

"Alright sappy over, I'm hungry." Kurt commented raising his arms high above his head stretching out his back.

"You were just freezing and being Mr. Grumpy," Rachel joked. Kurt shook his head letting his arms fall back down into his lap.

"Yeah, and now I am hungry. I could really go for some fruit. Mm, like a banana." Kurt jumped off the bed and turned to find Rachel staring at him. "What is my hair messy?" Kurt frantically brought his hands to his head patting down his hair. Rachel began to laugh.

"What?" Kurt asked confused as ever, "is it my face?" Rachel fell backward on to the bed laughing the word banana and that when it all clicked.

"Ugh Rachel, I didn't mean it that way," Kurt said grabbing the pillow and hitting her. "Fruit. Strawberries. Blueberries. Pineapple. Peaches. Banana." Rachel tried to block a couple more of his hits from the pillow as she let her laughing subside.

"I'm sorry. It was just the way you said it. I'm sorry," Rachel swore. Kurt just shook his head and grabbed his sweater off the corner of the bed pulling it over his head. He walked past the bed and over to the door that led to the hall. He paused at the door frame and looked back at Rachel.

"Are you coming Rachel?"

When they made it down to the kitchen they found Jeffery and Nathan already working on breakfast. They stood close to each other in front of the stove top. Their elbows brushing occasionally. They whispered silently back and forth quietly like they were in their own little world. Kurt went and sat down at the breakfast bar and Rachel walked over to her father's squeezing in between them.

"Morning papa," she said and kissed his cheek. "Morning daddy," she said and kissed the other man. Nathan gave her a small smile.

"Morning, Rach. Morning, Kurt," Jeffery greeted.

"I would love to thank my wonderful fathers for bringing me and my best friend to the magical New York City!" Rachel literally sang out loud dancing around the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Wow Rach, we didn't even make it to the city yet," Kurt said giving a joking smile.

"I don't care because we are going today!" she exclaimed turning to look at her fathers. Rachel's excitement stopped and Kurt looked up at the Berry's. They both wore a sad expression.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked her voice dropping.

"We won't be able to go to New York today," Nathan said softly. Kurt's heart matching Rachel's fallen expression.

"There is supposed to be a huge storm later this afternoon and they aren't sure how it could affect the trains and I'm pretty sure that none of us will want to be stuck on a train in the middle of snow storm. Nor do we have the spare money to pay for a hotel in New York," Jeffery informed. Rachel sulked over to Kurt and sat down.

"Oh," Rachel murmured.

"Don't worry Rach," Nathan said and placed a plate full of pancakes in front of each teen. "Tomorrow. Today we will relax and mentally prepare ourselves for the big apple. Now eat your pancakes before they get to cold." He patted Rachel's head and sent a wink over to Kurt. They sat quietly for a bit till Jeffery broke the silence.

"What do you wish to do in New York?"

"Broadway," Kurt and Rachel said at the same time causing the adults to laugh and the two teens to giggle.

"What do you want to see?" If we arrive in New York early enough we could try to get rush tickets instead of paying full price," Jeffery said finally joining the teens and his husband at the breakfast bar. Rachel looked over at Kurt with a knowing smile.

"Wicked, duh," she answered for the both of them. Kurt nodded enthused and shoved a bite of pancakes into his mouth.

"I'm not sure if Wicked has rush tickets?" Jeffery questioned looking over at his partner.

"No I don't think that they do. I'm pretty sure they do a lottery ticket system, but I'm not positive on that either. Is there anything else that you would want to see as a backup?" Nathan asked.

"Um," Kurt swallowed. "I'm not sure what else is on production right now. Maybe Chicago or something? I have always had my mind set on Wicked."

"As do I. We will have to check the Broadway website later," Rachel added.

"We'll tell me when you do! Maybe there will be something I want to see," Jeffery said pointing his fork throwing pancake everywhere.

"Oh my god!" Rachel let out a scream then began to laugh.

"Eww," Kurt pulled a piece from his hair which caused Nathan to start cracking up.

"Oh god, I am so sorry," Jeffery looked panic stricken but then also began to laugh. Kurt grabbed a napkin and wiped the syrup of his face, but that only caused the napkin to get semi stuck to face. Rachel began to laugh harder. She licked her fingers and wiped his face.

"Eww, Rach, that is so gross," Kurt complained trying to pull away.

"Oh, we are so sorry that you have to deal with Rachel's saliva. It is positively horrible," Nathan said with a smile.

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean!?" Rachel exclaimed holding her other hand over her heart.

"Nothing dear, Nothing," Jeffery said breaking into a small laugh. Rachel narrowed her eyes.

"You are all rude," She said and began to eat again. Jeffery let out one last laugh.

"We love you Rachel," he commented.

"Yes, we love you enough to throw food at you," Nathan added causing them to laugh again.

"Hey! That was an accident!" Jeffery argued.

The sound of the refrigerator door opening alerted the four that someone else was in the kitchen. All eyes shot over to see what or who is was. Rachel rolled her eyes. Kurt tensed at the curly mop that was slightly showing from behind the fridge door. He had no reason for this reaction since nothing what obviously going to happen with all these people present in the room or after dinner last night. But his presence still bothered him even especially not knowing the reason for the incident on the plane.

"Morning Blaine," Jeffery had a distance voice. Kurt looked for at his food not really wanting to catch a glimpse of Blaine's face if or when he turned around. Blaine didn't respond. He shut the door holding the orange juice container and walked over to the counter. The room remained silent. Kurt could feel the awkwardness shift in the air. He took a chance and looked up to find the back of Blaine's head faced to him. He wondered why Jeffery had that strange tone in his voice and then remembered the argument that he heard this morning.

"There are some warm pancakes in the oven, if you want some," Nathan offered obviously trying to lighten the awkward mood, but it didn't help. Blaine didn't respond, instead he took a glass out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter with a loud clack. The sound of liquid pouring filled the air.

Rachel cleared her throat getting her father's attention, "Are Charlotte and Jensen still sleeping?" She mindlessly pushed the food around on her plate with her fork. She sort of lost her appetite.

"Charlotte got called into the hospital around three for an emergency. She couldn't tell us much. And Jensen had to go help set up for the storm with some people in the city. He may have to help clean road later when it starts," Jeffery replied and a frown appeared on Nathan's face.

"Awe, that's too bad that they can't spend the day with us," Rachel tried to commiserate but there was no way that she wanted to be in their places.

Kurt's eyes didn't leave Blaine yet. He wondered what he was doing last night to get himself in trouble by Jeffery. He wondered everything that he could at that moment in time. What? Why? How? Blaine must have felt someone staring at him because Kurt soon found golden eyes looking right into his. He quickly looked back down at his plate feeling heat rise on his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably cursing at himself. Why did he have to be caught staring at Blaine? Why not the stove? Why did Blaine have to be such an ass at times and then go and do what he did on the plane? Why was Blaine such a damn mystery?

"May I be excused?" Kurt asked. He could still feel Blaine looking at him and now everyone else was looking at him also.

"Sure, of course," Nathan said. Kurt gave a quick nod and stood up. His eyes did not leave that plate because he was too afraid to see the judgmental stares that he was probably getting at that moment in time.

"I'm going to go wash this syrup out of my hair," Kurt said noting that it was the best excuse he had for leaving the way he was. Kurt picked up the plate.

"You can leave that there, we will get it," Jeffery said eyeing the amount of food still left on the plate.

"Um, thanks," was all the Kurt said before rushing out of the room. He felt aggravated and annoyed with himself, with Blaine. Mostly himself. So much for that 'Bitch Kurt' idea, he thought to himself.

The warmth and feel of the water against Kurt's smooth skin relaxed all his muscles. It only took three concentrated shampoos to completely remove the syrup from his hair. Kurt remained in the shower till the water went cold. Which didn't actually take as long as he hoped it would have. But either way he exited the shower with a clearer mind then he entered with. He wasn't sure how the rest of the week was going to play out, but he was positive that in the next twenty-four hours he needed to have a one on one conversation with Blaine. There was no way he was going to back out of this. He needed to do it. He needs to find some kind of common ground with this boy or something. This is what was needed to be done. All he had to do now was find the right time. he wanted to make sure that no one was close enough to hear or question but he wanted to be with someone's hearing in case… well for whatever reason.

""Um, the kitchen with the wrench and it was," Kurt read the cards that were placed in the envelope out loud. "Miss Scarlett!" And Kurt began to laugh. They got bored and decided to play the board game Clue

"What the hell!" Rachel swore. "No matter who I choose I am always the murder!" She was distraught. This was the third game that they had played and each time her character had been the culprit. In the first round, she had chosen her favorite character Mrs. Peacock. In round two she decided to try Mrs. White afraid that she would be the killer again if she chose Mrs. Peacock, but unfortunately she was the criminal. Rachel hated Miss Scarlett because she thought that this lady was to risqu� but choose her anyway for the third game. Kurt who had remained playing Professor Plum each round was highly amused.

"This is not funny, Mr. Hummel!" Rachel snapped. Kurt smiled at her with a tiny giggle and began sorting the cards back into weapons, people, and rooms.

"Yes. Yes it is," he replied. "No matter when we play whether its two years ago or tomorrow you will always be the culprit."

"You do this on purpose, don't you?! You cheat!" Rachel accused, grabbing the pillow off the living couch and chucking it at him.

"Rachel!" Kurt said putting his hands up in defense. "Not with the pillows again!" Rachel pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You are still a cheater," She muttered. Kurt shook his head.

"I didn't cheat. Who do you want to be this time?"

Rachel sighed, "Isn't there a different game we can play besides this one?"

"No, now who do you want to be?" Kurt asked. Rachel huffed before grabbing the blue pawn once again, Mrs. Peacock. Kurt gave her a smile before continuing with the sorting of the cards. Rachel watched as the smile on Kurt's face slowly disappeared and his eyebrows scrunching up in thought.

"Hey Kurt," Rachel said quietly almost like she was afraid to pull the poor boy from his thoughts. Kurt looked up as he slid three cars back into the confidential envelope.

"Yeah?"

"Why. . ." Rachel pursed her lips. "Why didn't you tell my dad's that Blaine was bothering you?" Rachel watched Kurt face. First scrunching up in horror at mention of Blaine's name and then to confusion and now into a hurt expression.

"Why didn't you mention anything?" Kurt snapped back at her. Rachel didn't take offence to it. She probably should have said something. It probably would have been the smart thing to do.

"I didn't. . . I didn't know if you wanted them to know. I was trying to respect your privacy. I wasn't sure." Rachel stuttered over her words. "I should have said something. . ." She picked at the carpet that they sat on. She heard Kurt sigh.

"No, I'm sorry Rachel. You didn't have to say anything," Kurt's voice was calmer then it was two minutes ago but it still didn't make Rachel feel less guilty.

"Why didn't you tell them?" she question cautiously.

Kurt shook his head, "It doesn't matter."

"The reason doesn't matter or the fact that Blaine is harassing you doesn't matter?" Rachel argued. Kurt didn't answer at first. He let the question run through his head.

"Both," he stood and walked out of the room. Rachel followed quickly, her toes on Kurt's heels.

"Of course it matters," she tried to reason with him. Kurt just shrugged and continued to the kitchen grabbing a water bottle off the refrigerator door. He sat down at the breakfast bar and took a sip.

"Kurt, are you even listening to me?!" Rachel demanded.

"Depends, are you done talking about me?" Kurt questioned.

"No, because this is serious!" Rachel explained. Kurt ignored her taking another sip of water. Rachel groaned ripping the water bottle from Kurt's hands. Kurt looked surprised at this action. "Has Blaine done anything besides the time I saw and the one in the parking lot?" Kurt's eyes soften opening up the closed of emotions. But not all were bad… right? Kurt questioned to himself.

"What has he done to you!? I am going to kill him."

"No!" Kurt exclaimed making Rachel jump. "He didn't do anything," Kurt swore. He felt his stomach turn at the lie that left his lips

"You're lying" Rachel argued in a whisper. Kurt grabbed her arm over the breakfast bar.

"Rachel, please, just leave it alone," Kurt begged. Rachel sighed. It was against her better judgment but she couldn't go against her best friend. That wouldn't end very well.

"Okay," she whispered dejectedly. Kurt gave her a reassuring smile and let go of her arm.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Jeffery said walking into the room.

"Nothing," Rachel said a bit too fast. Kurt just shook his head and Jeffery eyed them carefully. "We were playing Clue and got thirsty."

Jeffery nodded, "So there is this ice creams shop a town over. I heard they have vegan ice cream. The storm hasn't started yet. Maybe you should go check it out."

"Um yeah, that sounds great." Rachel said looking at Kurt. "Now I don't have to lose at Clue again." Jeffery gave a laugh before shutting the refrigerator door.

"That's great. Oh, and take Blaine with you." Kurt tensed eyes wide at Jeffery watching him leave through the door. He tried to comprehend the words that just left his mouth.

"But. . ."

"No buts Rachel, take him," Jeffery yelled from the hall.

Rachel turned to look at Kurt. He quickly cleared the surprised expression of his face to a neutral one.

Kurt shrugged, "Why not?" Rachel looked at him confused. Kurt's heart raced with anticipation.