Disclaimer: Nope... Still don't own Glee.
No. Kurt pulled his pillow over his head, cringing as the god awful screeching got even louder.
He was going to KILL Rachel. He didn't know why she thought that was helping her voice. In his opinion, she was ruining it.
It was the second time this week that he had been woken up by her. It was getting pretty ridiculous. After another ten minutes with the ridiculous noises, Kurt pulled himself up.
He was too tired to take a shower, so he threw on an out fit, and was pushing through his partition. Rachel was getting her bag ready.
"Oh, hey, you're awake!" she said brightly, way too cheerful for this early in the morning.
"An hour before my alarm clock," Kurt muttered under his breath. He moved through the living area and into the kitchen.
"When you are in there, can you make me a little tea with some honey and lemon? You know it's good for my throat." That was it for Kurt. It was the final straw. He picked up the teapot, and slammed it on the stove."
"Sure!" he exclaimed leaning on the counter. "I'll just run down to the store, and get you some."
She looked at him from the living area, hands on her hips. Kurt turned away with one last glare sent to her.
"I'll take that as a no," Rachel said as she moved over to him. "An incredibly rude no that deserves an explanation."
"Okay, Rachel, truth time." He turned to face her, leaning against the stove. He didn't care anymore. It was time to lay it all out. "You have been a nightmare ever since the winter showcase."
"I knew it! It was only a matter of time before you became jealous of all of my success. And just when we were getting irrespirable."
Kurt could not believe she said that. She really thought he was jealous of her! He was far from it, especially since Rachel seems to have no self esteem anymore. "Oh, we became close because you became tolerable, but now you got that naked boyfriend, and that weird legion of sickle fins. Now you are like- You're like an annoying, self-righteous Lima Rachel on steroids."
Rachel slammed the teapot that she filled on the stove. "You know what? Let me give you a little bit of truth. Okay? The only reason Carman Tibideaux let you sing at the winter showcase was because she knew that you and I were friends."
"You might have won the showcase, but my performance was the one that everyone was talking about, because I. Blew. You. Away." He made sure that he made his point. If Rachel's look was anything to go by, he did. Then he remembered something that he heard in the hall at NYADA. "And I could do it again. Midnight Madness. You and me, head to head."
She looked smug as she stepped closer to him, crinkling a piece of paper up in her hands. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, babe."
"Oh, Why not?" Kurt whispered not in the least intimidated.
"'Cause I already beat you once." Kurt was seriously going to smack the grin off her face. "Diva-off. Sophomore year. Remember?"
Kurt could only grin as she tapped his forehead. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to bring this up. He knew it would come, and boy was he happy that he finally could knock her down a few pegs. "Only because I threw it. That high F in Defying Gravity? I can hit that baby in my sleep. I tanked the not on purpose."
Her face made Kurt smile. She was serious when she asked, "Okay, why would you do that?"
"'Cause I didn't want to win," he said after a shrug. It was a hard time for him and his dad. He had no chose but to do it. "I wanted to save my Dad the embarrassment of having a son sing a son written for a woman."
