Wes drops his keys on the small table by the door, pull off his coat and sighs. Home at last. He's had the most dreadful day – well, maybe not dreadful, but horribly busy at least. After picking up Blaine from the airport in the morning and dropping him off at his and Sarah's house, Wes has been running around the city, from one meeting to another, his phone ringing all the time, as if each and every one of his clients has decided to need him right now and right at this moment. Honestly, the only thing missing from this day is Rachel calling him about something unnecessary.

It's not that Wes dislikes Rachel or anything, of course not – she's fun to have around, she's passionate about what she does, she's a good client and she gets along surprisingly well with Sarah, despite their differences – but she is sometimes a bit... too much.

Wes drags his hand through his hair and listens to the silence of his house. Sarah is still working, a late night at her bakery because of a wedding catering job tomorrow, and Blaine is probably in the guest room, immersed in a book or fervently writing job applications. Maybe they could have a late dinner, just him and Blaine, talk about music and Blaine's plans for the future. That sounds nice right now, and there are probably still some left-overs in the fridge.

Wes is just about to call out for Blaine when his phone starts ringing in his pocket, the noise loud and startling in the silence. He fishes the device out and glances at the screen.

Rachel Berry calling.

Of course.

Wes sighs and answers the phone. "Hello Rachel."

"Wes! Wes, oh my god!" Rachel exclaims, and Wes unconsciously pulls the phone away from his ear, just a little. "I've been trying to call Kurt all evening but he's not picking up, and I'm starting to get really worried – what if something has happened, Wes, what if the stalker has come back or Kurt is in trouble or something? I think I should go there, just to make sure everything is alright, I mean don't you think that it's –"

"Rachel," Wes stops her, keeping his own voice steady. "Calm down. The stalker is behind bars and he's not getting out, remember? And I'm sure Kurt has a good reason for not picking up his phone. He's probably working or has forgotten his phone or something."

"Kurt doesn't forget his phone," Rachel says, her voice scarily calm and even, as if she's just waiting for the right moment to start panicking again. "He's like you, Wes, he never leaves his phone anywhere! And he can't be working! I was just talking to him on the phone a few hours ago – he was helping me with a wardrobe problem, and then he suddenly went quiet and just said that he'll call me back and then he hung up on me but –" Rachel takes a deep breath, "– but it's been hours and he hasn't called back, and I've been trying to call him myself but I can only get his voicemail, and I'm starting to get really worried, Wesley."

Wes pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "I'm sure he's fine, Rachel."

"You said that the last time, and look what happened with the anonymous fan that you called completely harmless!"

Wes sighs again. He's probably never going to hear the end of that from Rachel; she'll just keep reminding him of the anonymous fan for as long as she's his client.

Rachel continues talking on the other end of the line as Wes moves through his home, loosening his tie and opening the uppermost buttons of his shirt. He has learned to tune out Rachel every now and then, especially when she starts to overreact. And yes, Wes knows that the last time didn't turn out to be overreacting, thank you very much, he is well aware of it – he's the one who spent the entire night in the hospital, pacing the corridor outside Blaine's room, terrified that one of the doctors was going to come out any second and tell him that Blaine wasn't stable anymore. He's the one who tried to keep Kurt, Rachel, Blaine's parents and Cooper to stay calm. He's the one who was silently beating himself up when the anonymous fan turned out to be an actual stalker who decided to threaten one of his clients and stab his best friend.

Wes is well aware of it all, but he has let go of it by now. That's what he does, that's what makes him a good agent: he knows how to move on and focus on other things. After all, things worked out in the end, and he had to stop beating himself up the moment he realized that he needed to focus on helping both Kurt and Blaine deal with the fallout of the stalker situation.

Wes stops, his fingers still holding on to his tie. Speaking of Blaine... Why hasn't he come out of the guest room yet? He must have heard Wes by now.

"Wesley, are you listening to me?" Rachel asks in his ear, sounding annoyed and shaking Wes from his thoughts.

Wes turns to look towards the guest room and tilts his head. "Can you hold on for just a moment, Rachel?"

Rachel starts to say something, but Wes ignores her and lowers his phone. He walks to the guest room door, knocking on it a few times. He waits for a moment, but no one answers, and eventually he eases the door open, peering into the room. Blaine's suitcases are still next to the bed, his laptop and the pile of notes he had made for his job applications still on the small table by the window, but there's no sign of Blaine himself.

Wes steps into the room and looks around. Blaine hadn't said anything about going out today. He had already rehearsed the speech he was going to give to Kurt several times on the phone with Wes and even once in the car on their way from the airport, but he'd also said that he didn't feel ready yet, that he was going to spend a few days in New York and then go see Kurt. Wes furrows his brows. Maybe Blaine's gone out to find that restaurant he's always talking about or something, but surely he would've called...

That's when Wes notices the piece of paper on top of Blaine's laptop. He picks it up, reading the hurried words written on it.

Wes,

I'm going to go stop being a doofus. Wish me luck.

- B

Wes blinks a few times, the words slowly registering in his mind, and then he can't help it: he barks out a laugh before collapsing on the guest room bed, shaking his head to himself with a smile. He should have known that as soon as Blaine was in New York he wouldn't be able to sit still anymore, no matter how nervous he was or no matter what he said about waiting for a few days. He should have known.

After a moment Wes hears the tinny voice still coming from his phone, and he immediately remembers the reason Rachel had called in the first place. He lifts the phone to his ear, right in time to hear Rachel say, "– that's it, I'm going to go there and see if everything's alright and..."

"Rachel. Don't go to Kurt's place," Wes interrupts her.

"Oh, so now you're listening again? Wesley, I'm worried about him, he should've picked up by now and I –"

"He's fine, Rachel, trust me," Wes assures her. "I... I'm pretty sure Blaine's with him right now."

"Blaine?" Rachel sounds confused. "But I thought Blaine was in college? In Ohio? What would he be doing with Kurt?"

"He graduated. He came to New York today," Wes explains. "And uh, well, as to what he's doing with Kurt..."

He lets his voice trail off. Rachel is quiet for a moment, but then Wes can hear a sharp intake of breath. "Oh. Oh! So they are...?"

"Most likely, yes."

"Huh. Well, it was about time," Rachel huffs.

"I agree."

"So I should probably stop calling Kurt?"

"That might be a good idea. All things considered and so on."

"Right. I'll call him tomorrow, then. Yes. Goodnight, Wes! Tell Sarah I said hi!"

"Will do. Bye, Rachel."

Wes listens as Rachel hangs up and then looks again at the piece of paper in his hand, reading the words a few times. He can feel a goofy grin tugging the corners of his mouth, and he honestly feels like punching the air or putting on some of his old jazz records and dancing through his home – something he hasn't done since high school. Because Blaine did it. Blaine actually did it. Wes has always been proud of Blaine, has always known how nervous he can be about certain things, especially after everything he's gone through – but now Blaine has faced pretty much all of his fears, and Wes couldn't be more proud of his best friend than he is at this moment.

And judging from the fact that Blaine's nowhere to be seen and Kurt's not answering his phone... Well, things must have turned out pretty damn well.

Wes laughs and then promptly presses speed-dial one on his phone. It rings a few times, but eventually Sarah answers, sounding tired but happy, the noises of the bakery echoing in the background, and Wes can't exactly help it if his smile widens even more.

"Honey?" he says. "Could you bring some of those amazing cupcakes home with you? I think we should celebrate."