Kylie opened her eyes. She was relieved to see that she wasn't laying in the back of her car. And that meant that the events of last night might have actually been real.

"I'm serious. I think I found her."

She perked, hearing Will's voice coming from the kitchen.

"No, really. Yeah. Look, can you see us today or not?"

Kylie smiled. It had been real. She rolled over and faced the back of the couch.

"Alright. We'll get out there as soon as we can. Bye."

He walked into the living room. "Kylie?"

She turned to face him. "Morning."

"Get dressed. We're going to Columbus."

Kylie yawned. "Okay. Why?"

"I talked to my friend and he said he can see us today. So we're going in."

Kylie nodded slowly. The overwhelming confusion from the night before swept over her again.

Without a word, she got up and began rummaging through her suitcases.

Will disappeared into the kitchen again, leaving Kylie sitting alone on the couch. She held a pink blouse and black skirt folded in her lap. She dug in her suitcase again to find her black knee-highs. Quietly, Kylie walked into the bathroom to get changed.

Looking in the mirror, she mused on how her life would change if the test came back positive. She also wondered what she'd do if it came back negative.

None of those situations worked out too well for her, she realized, so she went back to thinking about what would happen if it came back positive.

"I'd never have to go back and live with my mom," she noticed suddenly. That thought alone was enough to motivate her into going to Columbus.

She began to understand, as she brushed out her hair, that she could eliminate all ties to her mother. She could change her last name and become Kylie Schuester. She could forget everything her mother put her through. She started to cry.

It was then that Kylie realized she wanted that test to be positive. And she'd never wanted anything more.

Will poured himself a cup of coffee. He glanced out into the living room at the mangled pile of Kylie's suitcases.

If the test was positive, he'd have to find somewhere for her to move in. There would be custody papers, paperwork for West McKinley, he'd have to help her transfer over her license plates and driver's license, and she'd need to find work...

But if it came back negative, he realized, they'd both be in trouble. He'd be in trouble for allowing her to stay with him. His job could be in jeopardy. He had no idea where she'd go, and he doubted that she knew either. She couldn't find steady work without a permanent home, and she couldn't get a home for herself without money.

He thought of how she was when he found her, and shook his head, as if to clear out the image.

Kylie walked into the kitchen. "When do we have to...ooh, coffee! Can I have some?"

He laughed. "Sure. You have a mug?"

She nodded, and raced back to her pile of suitcases. She pulled out a travel mug and raced back with it.

"Knock yourself out," Will said, motioning toward the coffee maker. "Cream and sugar are over there too."

"Okay!" Kylie seemed genuinely excited for the coffee.

Once she had made her cup, she settled into a chair next to Will. "As I was saying before I was distracted by the deliciousness that is coffee, when do we have to leave?"

"As soon as possible."

"Right." Kylie glanced out the window and made a face. "Rain."

"You don't like rain?"

"Eh." She shrugged. "Sometimes. I kind of do. Not right now, though." She looked at Will. "Can we go now?"

"Yeah." He stood up. "Come on." He walked out of the kitchen.

Kylie watched him for a minute, then sighed and followed him out.