If Kurt's honest with himself, then the fact of the matter is that living in the Compound isn't half as nice as living out in the Green Arrow Estates. For one, there's no natural island breeze that's able to slip into the building— if anything, being a couple floors underground means that it all smells occasionally of mold and mildew, all until Kurt goes nuts and decides to scrub everything down, as he regularly does, with lemon oil. For another, he feels completely cut off from all of the people he loves and knows best, which can be helpful in terms of having him buckle down to get work done, but gets lonesome late in the evening on the occasions when he finds it difficult to fall asleep.

Tonight's one of those times, and so he finds himself curled up in one of the chairs in the common room, a few books in his lap, mostly there in an effort to help him out with directorial work. Only when he hears someone else heading inside does Kurt realize that he probably shouldn't have ventured out of his room that evening. He's still trying his best not to make much of his move.

And if the person entering is at all familiar to Kurt, well, it's a bit impossible to make anyone believe that he still plans to trek the four miles out to the GAE later this evening.