2015, still

"Brittany and Santana are planning their wedding. A lot of the old glee club members are back in town to help, especially Artie. His movie was a hit, but it took a great toll on him. So he came back home to rest. Quite frankly, I don't know what the others are doing here. They're not lost like I am.

Also, we're trying to get Rachel out of her funk.

It is weird, you know? I'm being included, which is something I did not expect. The other day, we were singing for Santana's abuela, and everyone was making plans and all that… and I tried to leave.

Mercedes noticed and she grabbed me by my sleeve.

- Where do you think you're going? We're planning!

- I know?

- You have a voice too!

- Wait, you mean I'm allowed to come?

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Mercedes was perplexed.

- Yes, you're on of us, remember?

I didn't. I talked about it with Sam and Tina. They had a similar reaction. I admitted to them that I was feeling left out. I was at Dalton, and they were at McKinley. And no one had contacted me in such a long time. Except for Sam and Tina, but I ignored them for a long time. That was my mistake.

I should talk about this with Mrs. Julio.

I also need to talk about Dave with her. Things have been tense. Ever since the kiss, I'm not feeling well. The kiss has started to mess with my head. Dave notices that I'm distant, but I don't know what to tell him. He doesn't know about the elevator. He thinks I passed out on Sam's couch after we went out for some drinks. I wonder how long it takes him to realise that it's a lie, since I can't get drunk.

Honestly, Logan, I don't want to see Kurt. It hurts. Is it supposed to hurt? I thought I was past that.

I'm not thinking clearly. I'm running late, I forget Warbler assignments… yesterday I almost burned down the kitchen. Dave and I fought."

He checks the time, and jumps up. "Oh no, I'm late. I told you so! Mr. Schue is having a 'get together' at his place, and I'm late. And… oh no, Kurt will be there too."