I am what I am

[The camera flickers on, and Kurt is there, directly facing the camera. He's sitting in a rather modern-looking white chair in his room, with one leg delicately crossed over the other, and his hands folded in his lap. Since all of the evidence of horrible makeovers and other things that shall not be discussed is gone, he's opted to just proceed like they never happened. Ever.]

Greetings, Wonderland. As I'm sure you may remember, there were attempts to start a glee club here in the mansion. There were many distractions along the way, some cruel and unusual, and others quite the pleasant surprise - [He gives the tiniest little wave at the camera as he says this - HI DAD. ♥ ] - however, it's about time we attempted to restore some normalcy.

Glee club, for those whose cultures are sadly lacking in high school-level musical education, is also known as a show choir. We sing and dance, and compete against other show choirs. Granted, competition would be near impossible, unless there's some other prison-like mansion in the near vicinity with an active glee club. But even without that, singing can be rather cathartic, so after all of these rough events, who wouldn't want to turn to something therapeutic for comfort?

[He adjusts his hair and beams at the camera, feeling like he's rocking this PSA just as much as he's rocking his current ensemble. Military chic with the tallest Doc Martens he owns was simply the only thing appropriate for a state of the union-esque video.] Now, there's only so many high school-aged people trapped here, sadly, so we're widening our circle to anyone who wants to join. We only have a small handful of members at the moment, which is problematic for a show choir, so I highly encourage any of you who have any interest in music whatsoever to join us. We could always use musicians as well, and our pianist seems to have disappeared.

Anyway, if you're interested, we're going to start meeting on Wednesday evenings in the Music Room. It's likely the safest day, since these events seem rather prone to falling on the weekend, but should that theory be proven wrong, well, we'll reschedule.

I believe that's all for now. We hope to see you at rehearsal. [He smiles, and the camera clicks off. PERFECT TAKE.]

[Kurt turns on his his communicator and looks directly into it - he's sending an SOS out on the network.]

Look. I know we spend ninety percent of our time on the network bickering...if not more, so this might sound unusual. [He shifts, straightening his posture out of nervous habit and turning his nose up.] ...But I haven't seen Rachel since that announcement. The one where she was arrested.

Has anyone seen her? Finn? Ms. Pillsbury? ...Anyone?

[He waits, as though the communicator will answer him. It doesn't.]

We need to find her, before something happens to her. I don't know who that Queen thinks she is, or what she thinks she's capable of...[Unfortunately, his bravery wavers a bit there.] ...but I'd rather not find out.

[He goes to shut it off, but before the feed dies, he mutters one last thing] ...I can't believe she was arrested for singing.

[Kurt's up in his room, deliberating over something in his closet. There are pillows carefully lined up on the floor in a bed-like shape, because he still hasn't had the chance to properly redecorate, and his bed is still firmly lodged into his wall. He has a sheet awkwardly hung up where the door is supposed to be, is is going to pretend it's chic until he can fix it. Thanks a lot, Meriken. There are accesories all along the makeshift bedding, everything from hats to scarves to bandannas to sunglasses. It's starting to look like a Claire's in here.

He has his lunch from his mother Emma open on his desk, and he's been nibbling at it. He's also taped the note she wrote him to his mirror like a total mama's boy.

Kurt turns around with two hats in hand. He doesn't look at the camera though, but at the guest in his room.]

Well, what do you think, Pikachu? Charming little newsboy or debonair fedora?

[He lifts each one in turn, as though it will really help Pikachu weigh his options. ...YES HE'S PLAYING DRESS-UP WITH HIS PET; DON'T JUDGE. It should be the first thing everyone does with their Pikachu. Seriously. Plus they have time while they wait for Grandpa to come take pictures.]