I opened my eyes and Rachel was standing over me. “Kurt?” she asked. “Are you alright!” she said as I came too. “Yeah, I fainted didn’t i?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “Help me up?” I asked her, holding my hand out. She grabbed it and pulled me up. “Did I muck up my hair?” I asked her. “No, it’s fine.” I told her. I sighed, good. I didn’t want to spend another half and hour in the bathroom. “Look, I’m going to get ready, knock if you need me.” Rachel told me walking down the hallway. I took a deep breath and walked back into my room. I was ready for this. I could do this.
I walked into my room, only focused on one thing at a time. Right now, it was getting ready. Before I could do anything to get ready my stomach growled. I realized that I hadn’t had anything since last night. I turned around and walked down to the kitchen. I walked past Rachel with a curling iron in her hand, about to curl her hair. “Where are you going?” she asked as I walked past. I took a step back so I was now in the doorway. “Getting food.” I told her, about to walk forward. “no you don’t” she told me, placing the iron down and running to grab me. “Why not? I’m hungry.” I told her. “you can eat, just not yet.” She told me. “Rachel, what’s going on?” before she could answer there was someone knocking at the door.
I walked up to the front door and opened it. Standing there was Finn and Sam. “where Blaine? Oh he doesn’t want to marry me does he?” I said, panicking. “whoa, bro calm down.” Finn told me. I took a deep breath as Sam explained. “it was Rachel’s idea, were just doing what were told.” I looked at Rachel, who wasn’t behind me where she was two minutes ago. “Rachel?” I asked her. “Don’t come in here.” she told me. “shouldn’t have said that.” I told her, half running into the kitchen. Before I got to the doorway a hand grabbed me and pulled me back. I was pressed up against Sam’s chest. “What are you guys doing?” I asked them. “ok, ready.” Rachel called out. Sam let me go and I walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen was set up normaly, but two set’s of utencles and plates were seated either side of the table. “Rachel, why didn’t you ust tell me that you wanted to cook. But if you burn it-” I told her. “this isn’t for me and you.” She told me as I walked over to where I normaly sat. “then who’s the other chair for?” I asked her. “Me.” a voice said. I knew that voice anywhere “Blaine?” I asked looking to where it came from. “your not ment to see me.” I told him, hiding behind the counter. “don’t worry, I can’t” he told me. I peeped up to see my comperter open, sitting across the table from me. everyone else was still where they were.
