Kurt: What do you mean grounded?
Burt: You heard her
Dad slumps lazily on the shiny marble topped counters, sipping his mug of tea with the tea bag string still hanging out the side. Carol rolls her eyes as she spoons oregano into the bolognaise
Kurt: Don't use that much Carol!
She sighs and places the oregano back on the side, she turns to me
Carol: Wes called me up and told me exactly what you and your friends did to the choir room at Dalton, why did you do it Kurt?
Kurt: They trashed our choir room first! Besides it wasn't even my idea, I told them it was stupid but they insisted
Burt: I thought I told you not to bow to peer pressure
Kurt: Dad this is different!
Carol: I don't care how much of a fuss you cause, you're still grounded!
Kurt: Carol, I'm seventeen!
Carol: You'll never be too old to get grounded
Kurt: What about Finn? Are you going to ground him?
Burt: We can't ground Finn Kurt he's moved out!
Kurt: Oh great!
I pick up my channel bag and storm towards the stairs down to my room
Carol: And Blaine can't come over as long as you're grounded!
But neither of them bother to reply, I stomp down the stairs and collapse on my bed, Carol shouts at me from the kitchen
Carol: And I'll be sure to phone all of your friends parents!
I bury my head in the pillow, I don't want to have to deal with this right now...
I dump all the brown paper bags on the side and run into the bath room with Will. I lay him carefully down on his changing trolley and whip out a clean diaper for him
Rachel: Why did you have to do that when we were in the middle of the checkout que?
He just smiles at me and I roll my eyes as I toss the stinky diaper into the bin. I wrap him up in a clean one and carry him through to the open area, laying him down carefully in his cot. I smile, turning around and my eyes fall on Finn rummaging through the shopping bags
Rachel: Pop tarts are in the green bag, I know they're your favourite Finn
Finn: I was actually going to help you unpack the shopping... but ok!
He grins and pulls a packet out of the orange and yellow box. I roll my eyes as he carefully places them in the toaster and pulls the handle down, he makes his way back over to the shopping bag and begins to put the tins into the bread cupboard, but I can't be bothered to correct him
Rachel: What's got into you?
Finn: Nothing... just... nothing
Rachel: Come on! Tell me!
Finn: Jesse Saint James...
Finn: And Damian! And Samuel!
Rachel: Finn what are you talking about?
Finn: I can remember them! I can remember everything!
I gasp in disbelief and he smiles at me, I can feel my heart thumping. I reach up for him and he pulls me tight into his arms... and I know everything's ok again...