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.]

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?