Finn immediately stopped, his hand retreating to his side. "I do value my life, which is why we need to leave!" Kurt blinked his eyes rapidly, attempting to fully awake from sleep. Once he finally came to terms, a jolt of realization surged through his body. He shot up in one quick movement, sitting up on the bed that wasn't his own. "What time is it?"

Finn was already at work, scurrying to the other side of the bed and grabbing Kurt's shoes for him. "It's 4:30 in the morning and we are way past curfew." He threw Kurt's shoes on the bed in a hurry and headed for the door. "Get the rest of your things together and meet me outside by the car. I'll be driving. God give me the strength of Ricky Bobby right now!"

A startled Kurt stretched his arm out to grab his shoes. He scooted over to the edge of the bed and put his shoes on, one by one. Kurt realized soon enough that he wasn't physically capable of moving fast enough. His headache hit him within seconds of waking up. Actually, it had felt like someone hit him with a ton of bricks repeatedly.

He lifted his hand to his forehead and rubbed it lightly. Oh God, hangover. Kurt thought to himself as he stood up carefully. He straightened his shirt and smoothed out his pants. His hands glided over his pockets in search for his car keys. Wait, Finn said he'd be driving. He must've taken my keys. Kurt shrugged and turned, facing Rachel's bed. He didn't care that Finn was going to drive. Normally he'd object to anyone driving his baby, but in this case it was an emergency.

Just as he was about to make his way out he noticed something silver popping out from under Rachel's pillow. Curious, he reached down and removed the pillow. Under the pillow laid Kurt's cell phone. "What the…" A loud and obnoxious horn that could be heard all the way from France was honking over and over again. Kurt grabbed his phone, slipping it into his pocket and flew downstairs, passing by the rest of the New Directions scattered asleep on the living room floor, walking out the door and into the passenger seat of his car.

Finn sped out of Rachel's driveway as Kurt tried to put his seatbelt on. "We are so dead. Burt called me about 9 times. How many times did he call you?" Kurt reached back into his pocket, looking over at Finn. "I think I might have talked to him. I found my phone out on Rachel's bed." It was a good thing they had come to a stop sign because Finn looked over at Kurt stunned. "What? Please tell me that you're joking."

Kurt opened his phone and checked his call list. A wave of terror flushed over Kurt as he looked at the most recent number on his list. From the looks of it, his eyes were going to pop out of his head any minute. "Oh god, you talked talk to him? What did you say?" Finn zoomed off, picking up some speed.

A speechless Kurt tried to get a few words out. "No… I didn't… It wasn't him I talked to." Finn jerked his head to the side, looking at Kurt through his peripheral vision. "Then why do you look like someone just knocked the wind out of you?" Finn rounded the corner sharply, turning onto their street. "I don't remember much from last night… but apparently I drunk dialed Blaine at precisely..." He looked down at his phone for a moment. "At a quarter after 1 and we were on the phone for a good amount of time too." Kurt shut his eyes tight and let out a disgusted, regretful sound, trying to remember anything that had happened last night but failed. "Oh…" Finn was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. "Later if we survive this is all, I'll fill you in on the minor details of what I remember."

Finn pulled into the Hummel driveway and parked the car. Both boys got out, attempting to shut the car doors quietly. However, quiet didn't matter because all the lights were still on at the Hummel residence. They knew Burt was still up, waiting for them. The boys began to nervously walk up the driveway and to the front door. "Well, it's been nice knowing you, Kurt. You were a good brother." Finn gave an uneasy look over at Kurt who looked a bit contemplative. "Don't worry. I have this in the bag. Just follow my lead." Kurt cracked his knuckles and opened the door which was already unlocked.

"And where the hell have you two been?" Burt stood tall, directly in front of the couch. Pissed wasn't the right word to describe Burt Hummel's expression right about now. He looked more furious than Kurt had ever seen. Kurt had grown accustomed to Burt's short temper though. Through the years he had learned how to handle Burt when situations like these came around, which weren't that often when he thought about it.

"Burt, I'm sorry. I know…" Immediately Finn tried to apologize for being late but Burt started hollering and pointing over at Finn and Kurt. "Do you know what time it is? It's well past your curfews!" Carole, who was standing next to an aggravated Burt Hummel, placed both of her hands on his shoulders and began to rub them. "Honey, please calm down. You're sick." Burt turned to Carole with a soft, helpless look. She was right, he was sick, and yelling at 4:30 in the morning wasn't going to help anyone right now.

In the midst of everything, Kurt's eyes started to swell up. He moved close to Finn and grabbed on his arm, yanking at it. Finn looked down at a teary-eyed Kurt who nodded lightly at Finn before he pulled back and spoke. "I'm sorry Dad, Carole. It's just that…" Burt and Carole cocked their heads in Kurt's direction. To their surprise, as well as Finn, they saw Kurt crying. "Something happened tonight, a devastating kind of something really. Nothing you need to worry about though, just boy trouble..."

Kurt looked over at Finn in reassurance, wiping the tears off of one of his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt. Finn clearly came to realize that this was all obviously an act. Kurt was putting on a show and Finn needed to start participating. "And I was sort of a mess, like I am now and Finn…" Kurt moved to Finn, wrapping both of his arms around his abdomen. "He was there, helping me, being a supportive brother and it was bad, really bad…"

Burt slowly moved over to his son who started to cry harder and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry kiddo, but that's no reason for you not to answer your phone." Kurt removed his arms that were still around Finn and swallowed his oncoming sobs. Panicking inside, Finn stepped towards his mom in need to jump on the acting bandwagon. "We were upstairs at Rachel's. Kurt had locked himself in the bathroom when I went to find him and our stuff was downstairs. We didn't realize how late it was until Rachel came upstairs, claiming my phone wouldn't stop ringing."

Carole did nothing but nod and peak over at Kurt who was clutching at his father, pulling him into a hug. "I know it's my fault that we're late but right now I don't think I'm capable of anything but crawling up in my bed and crying myself to sleep. Can we just let it go for now, please?" And with that, Burt could do nothing but give into his son. His heart ached from hearing Kurt cry over and nonetheless over a boy. As awkward and uncomfortable as it was for Burt, he knew the only thing he could do for Kurt was to let this go for right now. "Just this once boys, you hear me? Go to bed." Burt released Kurt in defeat and looked at him, then back at Finn who stood next to Carole nodding.

Kurt didn't make eye contact with his father and looked down at the floor, mumbling. "Thanks, Dad." Finn walked off silently through the kitchen and headed downstairs to the basement with Kurt following short behind him. Due to the lack of space in the Hummel household, Finn and Kurt shared a room in the basement. Kurt entered their bedroom last, closing it behind him simultaneously as Finn practically tackled him against the door in a bear hug.

"You should win an Oscar for that performance!" Kurt smiled to himself as he placed his hand over Finn's mouth in an attempt to shush him. "I am well aware of how talented I am Finn, but lower your voice!" Finn released Kurt from the hug and made his way over to his dresser. "I can't believe they actually bought it!" Kurt however, made a b-line to his bed and dived head first, lying on his stomach. "What happened?" Finn grabbed a pair of pajamas out of his dresser and turned to Kurt. "You want the long or short version?" Muffling into his pillow, Kurt replied with short "I don't think I can process the long version right now."

"Well, I'm sure you realize that headache of yours is a hangover." Kurt nodded into his pillow, agreeing with Finn. "Santana spiked the punch, right?" Finn pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He had become comfortable changing in the same room with Kurt present over the past month. He knew that brief period of Kurt crushing on him had subsided a long time ago. "Yeah and when you were getting a little rowdy, I took you upstairs." Just as Finn took off his pants, he threw them onto Kurt's back teasing him. "You're welcome by the way! I think I deserve some brother points here." Finn continued to change into his pajamas and got into his bed on the other side of the room.

"Oh thank you, Finn. You're my knight and shining armor. How can I ever repay you?" Kurt's voice was monotone and sarcastic then. He appreciated Finn for bringing him upstairs but right now he only had one thing on his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the one person, who was always on his mind, Blaine Anderson. Kurt had drunk dialed Blaine, he knew that much. He also knew that it wasn't a short phone call either. Kurt wondered what he had exactly said and feared for his friendship with Blaine. What if he had said something embarrassing or offended Blaine? If he could, he'd give anything to remember what he said to Blaine.

Kurt repositioned himself on his bed, rolling to his side. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, contemplating on whether he should call Blaine. Looking at the time and realizing he already bothered Blaine enough, he decided to send him one single text before he knocked out for the remainder of the night. Right now, it was all he could do besides worry until he fell asleep.

"I'm not quite sure what I said, but I most likely made a complete ass out of myself. Maybe you can fill me in on the conversation tomorrow? If you'd still like anything to do with me, please answer when I call to properly apologize. -Kurt, xox."