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"You have friends here, right? From home, I mean. In theory, that's supposed to make things easier," he said with a quirk of his lips. In theory, because having Lionel on the island made things exponentially more awkward. The idea of spending Christmas with him was about as horrifying as spending it without him.

"But I think sometimes holidays are complicated, no matter where you are."


"They, they do make it easier," Kurt quickly nodded, his smile straining with the sudden, stilted effort. Even a moment of trying to imagine how the island would have been, were he all by himself, and Kurt felt that wave of gratitude and nausea alike. How had Puck felt in that first week, after so many hours stuck in that Port-a-Potty? If Kurt had arrived to a stranger, let alone spent any number of days or weeks on his own, he was sure that he wouldn't... well, he wouldn't have been auditioning for Rocky Horror, to say the least.

"I hear all these stories about how some people remain alone here for years, and I wouldn't be able to do it. I wouldn't. I would have just broken down, I'm pretty sure, had some kind of mental collapse," he went on, eyes widening momentarily at the thought as he quickly shook his head. "Honestly, without the play, I'd probably be crying myself to sleep every night, because it's like the one person who has always been with me for everything isn't here. My dad isn't here. It's not the holiday itself that matters so much, you know? It's just an arbitrary date, and I'm not even religious, but it was a day he got off work and that I got off school, so we'd just spend time together. And I don't have that this year. So, yeah, it's... hard, I guess, and wow, I didn't mean to just vomit all of that at you, I'm sorry."

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"I could play something, you could sing?" Scripps has the odd feeling that the offer of music might go over better than any turkey dinner might -- beyond the fact that his mother is the one who'd always prepared the high holiday meals. "We could even be festive and do something that befits the season and the weather?"


"I... I don't know," Kurt admits with a slight wince. "Maybe if it's with the entirety of the glee club, but I don't know that I'd be up to much one-on-one accompaniment." He exhales with a light shrug, not wanting to elaborate. Music's never been something he's shared with his dad, and the last time he can remember singing at home over the holidays was years and years ago, when his mother was still around. It's different to be singing at school, where it's just something they do regardless of the season.

It's different when it's just two people.

"So," he concludes, not wanting to drag the thought on as he claps his hands together. "Do we have... a date we want to set? I imagine that you've probably set up more of your schedule than I have. I mean, if nothing else, you're spending the majority of the day at church; I can't even say that my schedule's half as full as that."