I am what I am

Well, now that that's over...

Rachel's gone. Again. But I haven't seen a strange doppelganger of her around anywhere, so I'm guessing she wasn't arrested a second time. Unless she's developed a new fondness for hide and seek, I suspect she's found a way out of here.

[He lets that thought hang in the air. He's trying not to sound hurt that Rachel took off without them, but it's not really working that well.]

I suppose she did have to get back to spending her entire summer preparing for sectionals, or whatever it was she was doing before she came here. And if she's really gone, that's only concrete proof that we'll be able to go home too.

We should keep the Glee club here going in her absence though. I can almost hear her crying from here at the thought of disbanding it. Membership is a little pathetic, but we'll fix that. Somehow.

...Has anyone seen Coraline?

[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.

[Audio post. Kurt put off this message for a while, until he felt he could speak without wavering, but it needed to be said. He still sounds a little choked up, but he's trying to mask it with anger.]

I don't know what happened to make me forget about my real family, but I don't intend to stay here long enough to have it happen a second time. Everyone else can keep playing house if they want to, but I'm done with this Lewis Carrol-inspired nightmare.

Rachel? For once, you were right. We need to figure out a way to leave this place immediately.