The night that Blaine told Kurt that he'd slept with someone else, he left. Kurt didn't go back to Lima to visit, he didn't phone Blaine at Thanksgiving, they didn't go ice skating and have Christmas dinner together. They just got on with their lives.
Kurt worked his way up at Vogue.com until he was eventually writing his own Men's fashion column. He had an office in Times Square where he could look over the city.
Rachel graduated from NYADA with honours and dove headfirst into Broadway, starring in the Broadway Revival of Funny Girl as Fanny Brice. Most of her days were devoted to rehearsing with her fellow actors and actresses, while her nights were spent performing in front of full houses to standing ovations and cries of "encore!". She would return from swanky after parties in the early hours of the morning to the lonesome apartment that she lived in on the Upper East Side.

Quinn Fabray graduated from Yale university with a Theatre Studies degree and a hole in her heart. She returned to Lima later in the year and exposed Shelby Corcoran for having sexual relations with a minor. The courts deemed her an unfit mother and her four year old adopted daughter was packaged back to her birth mother.
In the autumn of 2014, Quinn turned up at the tiny studio apartment that Kurt and Rachel shared and begged to be let in, claiming that she and Beth had nowhere to go. The pair grudgingly obliged.

For the next year, Rachel and Quinn bickered and squabbled over every little thing. Rachel showed no shame in her distaste for the heavy number of men which traipsed in and out of the apartment, while Quinn seemed to use the men as a way to taunt Rachel, to remind her of her gawky school years which Rachel had hoped to leave behind in exchange the glamour of the New York skyline and its romance.

On Christmas Day 2015, Rachel packed her bags and left, leaving Kurt with a five year old child and a triumphant Quinn. Rachel stayed with her co-star Brody Weston for a few weeks until she plucked up the courage to buy her own apartment. It was a modest, one bedroom on the Upper East Side.

Noah Puckerman turned up at the Hummel-Fabray residence in the summer of that year, relieved, breathless and enraged. He dashed straight to Beth, hugged her and promised that he would never leave her with her psychotic mother again. Kurt took Beth to see the ducks in Central Park so she didn't have to listen to her parents scream at each other.

By September, Puck had moved into the two bedroomed apartment across the hall. Two months later, Finn joined him. Kurt wrote his Christmas column on his motley crew of friends and entitled it "Life Doesn't Always Go As Planned".

By the time 2017 rolled around, he hadn't thought about Blaine Anderson in nearly five years.

"Uh, I was just wondering if you had a, um, a towel or something I could use?"

Kurt groaned inwardly and slowly lifted his head from the column he was attempting to write for the February issue to smile tightly at the gangly, half naked man standing awkwardly in his kitchen.

"Sure." He said smiling through his gritted teeth. He gulped the last of his coffee and stood up, taking in the man's shoulder length bedraggled hair and sparsely grown stubble, he shuddered involuntarily thinking of his high school chum ‘homeless Brett‘. Then he smiled at the man again who was looking at him uncertainly and indicated the linen cupboard.

"I'll just get you one," He said as he strode across the room. A silence ensued. Brett 2.0 cleared his throat.

"Nice place you've got here," he said glancing around for the first time. The early morning light was streaming in through the large window which took up most of the wall on the street side of the apartment. In the five years he'd lived here, Kurt had never got around to putting up drapes. The tiny wooden scrubbed table in the kitchen area was covered in newspapers, photographs, fabric samples, post-it notes and a large, old-fashioned type writer sat in the middle of the table, a half written column poking out the top. The middle of the apartment was the living room area where the mismatched chairs all sat around the large coffee table which the whole flat was centred around. Kurt could see one of Quinn's black, lacy bras draped across the arm of the sofa.

"I guess you didn't really get a chance to have a good look around during to last night's festivities." Kurt said, eyeing the Brett-look-alike again.

"Yeah," Brett replied, missing the not-so-subtle sarcastic tone in Kurt's voice, "Me and Quinn had a lot of fun, she really knows her -"

"Here's your towel!" Kurt said hurriedly, shoving the towel into Brett's face and ushering him towards the bathroom. The details of Quinn and her homeless one night stand's sex life was something he really did not need to be hearing on a Sunday morning.

Kurt sighed to himself as he heard the bathroom door click. He'd been meeting Quinn's "friends" at least three times a week for the past three years but he still wasn't used to it. It was also confusing for Beth who'd had been tossed from mummy to daddy to other mummy to daddy and back to mummy so many times in her short little life, and all Quinn's boyfriends and lovers weren't making it any easier.
She was a smart kid for her age though and Kurt sometimes thought that she understood why Quinn would spend days in her room without eating, only getting drunk and not talking to any of them, even if none of the rest of them could figure it out.
It was hard going for Puck as well who had to watch as the mother of his child wasted her life away. Kurt suspected that when Puck had first arrived in NYC, he'd thrown about the possibility that the three of them could be a proper family, but either he'd changed his mind or Quinn had laughed in his face.

When Beth awoke, Kurt fixed her a poptart and she sat eating it, watching cartoons on the tiny TV which Rachel had found in a junk store. Sometimes he thought about what his co-workers and employees would say if they saw the way he lived but most of the time he didn't really care.

At mid morning, Puck wandered into the apartment with a bagel in hand and began fixing himself a cup of coffee. Kurt just nodded his head in acknowledgement and continued on with his work.

"Daddy!" Beth cried, running over and jumping into Puck's arms.

"Hey Bethie!" Puck said, burying his head into her blonde curls, "Where's yo' mamma?"

"She's still sleeping but the man is awake."
Puck glanced over at Kurt who raised his eyes, they shared a knowing look. Puck put Beth back down on the floor and patted her head.

"Why don't you go and watch your cartoons, Bethie?" He said smiling at her, she grinned back then hopped back over to the TV.

Puck sat down at the table opposite Kurt and leaned in, "This has got to stop." He said in a low voice. Kurt scratched his head, a resigned expression on his face.

"I know, but what can we do?!" Kurt said, "This has been going on for three years, it's getting ridiculous."

"What's getting ridiculous?"

They both turned to see a scantily clad Quinn in a silk kimono standing in the doorway of her bedroom, eyebrows raised. She was still as beautiful as always but the late nights, the drink and the crying had changed her. Her face was now more hollow, the dark shading under her eyes and cheek brows gave her an edge. She was intimidating almost, standing there, glaring down at them all, last night's lipstick still staining her lips.
Kurt glanced at Puck, who was staring down at the coffee in his hands.

"The length of time that man's been in my bathroom is what's ridiculous." Kurt said quickly.

"He's still here?" Quinn asked, grabbing the bagel from Puck's hand and sinking her teeth into it.

"He smelt homeless," called Beth from the couch.

"Excuse me, Beth?" Quinn said, her raised eyebrows turning to the little blonde head in front of the TV. Puck sniggered

"She's right though." Kurt said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I know," said Quinn.

Kurt glanced at Quinn, he was worried about her but he'd learnt from experience never to confront her. It would always end in tears and shouting.

"Hey, I'm meeting Rachel at the coffee house later if any of you want to join me?" Kurt said, suddenly remembering the plans he's made with her ladyship earlier in the week. Quinn rolled her eyes. Kurt didn't expect anyone to go, he was the only one who could still put up with her droning on about herself and her hugely successful career for hours on end but that was only because a little bit of his heart still ached for the Broadway lights that he'd abandoned.

Suddenly a rancid smelt rent the air. Kurt's hand leapt to his nose and he looked up to see Brett standing in the kitchen, grinning sheepishly at them all.

"Sorry, I think I used up all the toilet paper." He said. Quinn wrinkled her face in disgust while Puck just glared at him.

"I think maybe you should leave now," Quinn said, her tone was still filled with disgust.

Brett looked confused and a little hurt. Kurt often found it hard not to feel sorry for Quinn's victims, as he liked to call them.

"Hang on," Brett said, reaching into his pocket.

"Just leave." Quinn said sharply, her voice dangerous. She stood up and Brett pulled out a few notes from his trouser pocket. Quinn's eyes flashed alarmingly as he began counting out the money.

"How much did you say it was for the night again?"

...

"...so then the guy, who'd just happened to be the director for the musical rendition of Avatar just happened to be there, and he came up to me after the show and asked me to come to his party, and guess who was at that party, Kurt? Only Park Jae-Sang! Do you remember him? The guy who sang that Korean number, Gangnam Style, back when we were in high school?"

Kurt nodded, a plastic smile plastered across his face. He'd been sitting across from Rachel Berry in the coffee house, which their apartment was situated above, listening to her drone on about her fabulous life as a Broadway superstar. It wasn't that he was jealous of her, apart from the fact that he totally was, it was just that she'd become this new, pretentious, self-involved person who didn't care about the lowly life of her former best friend.

"Oh, by the way, Brody is throwing a little gathering next week and I asked him to invite you, ‘cause I know you don't get out much-"
Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"You know, because of your job and you have to feed Finn and Puck and baby-sit Beth," Rachel said hurriedly while Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes at how pathetic she made his life sound.

"How is Quinn by the way? I've not seen her around in a while," Rachel said reaching into her bag for her mascara stick.

Kurt cleared his throat, it had turned dry from lack of use, "Well actually, it seems that she's been charging a hundred bucks an hour to perform her extra curricular activities, if you know what I mean."

Rachel turned her head sharply, poking herself in the eye with the mascara wand as she did so.
"No freakin' way." She squawked, her lips curling into a smile. Kurt shook his head disapprovingly.
"It's not funny, Rachel, this is a serious, illegal matter," he said.
Rachel snorted, "Who'd have thought it, leader of the celibacy club turned hooker."
Kurt couldn't help but let out a little giggle.
"So, what does Puck have to say on the matter?" Rachel asked, the smile still stretched across her face.
"He's upstairs yelling at her right now."

They carried on discussing the rest of the group for the next half hour. It was nice, Kurt thought, it reminded him of the old times, when he, Rachel and their friend, Mercedes, would stay up to the early hours of the morning, bitching about the rest of the glee club. And Rachel seemed to relax a little and Kurt could see traces of the high school girl who'd once asked him for a makeover in order to seduce his step brother. He shuddered.

"What?" Rachel asked, interrupting her own story as she took notice of Kurt's expression.
"I was just thinking of the time I botched your makeover because I was in love with my brother." Kurt said. The old woman at the table next to them, turned and gave Kurt a disgusted glare that set the two of them off into a fit of giggles for the next ten minutes.

"Hey look, there's the happy family," Kurt said, indicating as Quinn and Puck walked into the café with Beth inbetween them. Puck's jaw was set and his eyes were narrowed in a permanent glare, Quinn's eyes were red as if she'd been crying but she looked ready to slaughter the next person who glanced her way.
Beth noticed Kurt and Rachel sitting at the little table in the corner and lead her parents over to them.

"Hello Quinn," said Rachel smugly, "Been up to much lately? Or should I say, on to much lately?"

"Oh Rachel, I didn't see you under the fifteen inches of make-up you're wearing." Quinn growled, "Honestly, you're dressed up like a stolen car, you look like a whore."
Rachel blinked innocently, "Look like?" She said and turned to Kurt, "You hear that, Kurt, she said I look like a whore, unlike her, who actually-"
Kurt held up his hands, and looked worriedly at Beth who was watching the conversation with her mouth slightly agape, "Ladies please. Try to keep your intense dislike for each other to an absolute minimum while you're in the company of, you know, anyone."

Quinn clicked her tongue impatiently and turned to Puck, "Well, you said you were gonna get me off the drink, are you gonna get me a coffee, or what?"
Puck grumbled then stalked off towards the counter while Quinn took a seat, pulling a bewildered Beth onto her lap. Then she turned to Kurt, who was a little taken aback at the sorrowful expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry Kurt," she said, and held up a hand as he tried to respond to this rare apology, "Please just listen to me." Kurt nodded slowly and she continued, "I know I've done a lot of bad stuff in my life and never a day passes without me thinking of the look on Shelby's face as she lost the custody to Beth. It haunts me you know. But she's the only good thing in my life and I needed to get her back. I thought she'd fill the empty feeling in my heart but, I don't know. With all these men, I just wanted to feel... something, and, at first, that's all I was doing. The money came afterwards, I don't know how it happened, it just did, and Kurt, I'm so, so sorry. You really don't deserve me as a roommate, you deserve someone good, like Rachel."
She stopped suddenly as her voice broke and the tears began to pour silently down her face.

"Quinn?" Kurt said uncertainly, she glanced up at him, "Please just try at least, try to stop."
She nodded and Kurt leaned over to hug her, the two of them crying.

"I can't believe you said I was a good roommate," came Rachel's voice, a little emotional. Quinn laughed and pulled Rachel over to the join the hug and the three of them began to laugh through their tears.

"Well!" Said Puck, triumphantly as he brought over the coffees.

"Oh shut up and hand me that espresso," said Quinn, wiping her eyes and smiling. Kurt didn't miss the slight smirk on his face as he turned away.

"What time is Finn getting here?" Kurt asked Puck as he sat down.
"Um," said Puck glancing at his watch, "he should be here now."

"Wait, Finn's coming?" Rachel said in an alarmed voice.
"Yeah, Dad and Carole are coming over for dinner tonight and he's supposed to be buying the groceries." Kurt said, rolling his eyes at the probability that Finn had forgotten to get them. Burt and Carole lived in the suburbs of New York, after Burt retired from his job at the tyre shop, the pair realised that Lima held nothing for them now that their sons had moved away. So they sold the tyre shop and bought a little bungalow on a quiet suburban street. It was near to the hospital too, which was handy.

"Oh, how is your dad doing, Kurt?" Rachel asked with a sympathetic expression.

Kurt sighed, the struggle with cancer had been a long and tiresome journey, "Um, the doctors are being pretty optimistic and he's off the chemo now, but I don't know, he still doesn't seem like the lively, spirited man who danced to Beyonce for my graduation present."

They all laughed as Kurt turned back to Rachel, "But why did you not want Finn to be here?"

Rachel groaned, "Okay, I did something stupid-"

At that exact moment, Finn bursting through the coffee house doors. Everyone looked up in surprise as he charged straight at Kurt.

"Kurt! Kurt! You'll never guess who I just saw running up the street just now!" Finn practically yelled in Kurt's face. Kurt opened his mouth to ask who but his voice lost its way on the journey to his throat as he saw a dark figure standing in the doorway silhouetted against the darkness outside. Rain lashed against the window panes and bounced off the curly hair that Kurt knew only too well. He felt something sharp pierce into his heart as he met the hazel brown eyes and he turned away. There was a reason, he thought, that he hadn't let himself think about Blaine Anderson in five years.

"Uh, can I help you? Kurt?"

Kurt could feel himself shaking as he stood at the counter, eyes unmoving as they gazed at the display of chocolate chip muffins in front of him. He could sense everyone's eyes upon him, he could hear their high, false laughs and phoney, light-hearted conversations.
Why was he here?
Kurt had spent the last five years trying his best to get over Blaine. He'd devoted his time to working up the Vogue ladder and, at last, he was satisfied with the way his life was working out. Obviously it wasn't perfect with his father's illness, and dealing Quinn and the lack of potential boyfriends but he was doing okay. He was rolling contentedly along his little life and it was alright.

He heard Rachel's high-pitched stage laugh from the little table, he could almost hear her sweating from the pressure. Maybe it was time to face his fears and the man he'd been running from since he was eighteen.

"No, thank you, I'm good," Kurt said to the coffee house manager, Gunther, and walking slowly back through the packed room to the little, crowded table in the corner.

Everyone looked up as he approached. Puck seemed to be fighting the urge to cry, Quinn was staring at Blaine with narrowed eyes. Rachel was looking at Kurt with a concerned expression on her face and Finn was glancing with apprehension from Blaine to Kurt as if scared of what was going to happen next, he'd been on the end of one of Kurt's outbursts and it wasn't pretty.

Kurt took a deep breath and smiled widely at the man who'd broken his heart so many years ago, "Blaine!" He said, trying his best to sound surprised and delighted, "What brings you to our humble coffee house?"

Blaine looked a little taken aback, Kurt could almost hear the rest of the group exhaling with relief.

"Uh," said Blaine, still looking shocked, Kurt's heart leapt to his throat as he heard the familiar voice for the first time in years, "I actually just left my husband at the alter, I climbed out the bathroom window."

A silence followed and Kurt felt his stomach drop down to the floor. He was engaged. Blaine bit his lip, still gazing at Kurt with sorrow filled eyes.

"Well, that explains the get-up then?" Kurt said, chuckling to himself.

"What?" Said Blaine confusedly, then looked down at the rented tuxedo he was wearing, it was soaked through to the skin and his bowtie was undone. His untied shoelaces trailed along the floor, "Oh - right, yeah."

Their eyes met for a split second but then Kurt turned back to the rest of the group.
"Well, I'd better go back upstairs and start cooking that risotto for Dad and Carole," he said, picking up his coat, "Finn? Did you remember to get the groceries?"

Finn pulled a bag out from under his chair and handed it to Kurt with an astounded expression. Kurt raised his eyebrows at him.
"What can I say?" He said, "I'm impressed. Well see you guys later, nice seeing you again, Blaine."

Blaine nodded slightly and Kurt hurried towards the door and out into the rainstorm, trying to wipe the tears from eyes as he did so.

...

"All I'm saying is, you've been writing that fashion column for two years, yet you've still not discussed the biggest fashion accessory of all time-"
"And what would that be Dad?"
"The majestic baseball cap of course!"

The tiny kitchen erupted with laughter. Carole was patting her husband on the arm and smiling at him. It had been a rough couple of years for her too, she wasn't as young as she used to be and she didn't have the energy to be dashing from work, to the bungalow, to the hospital. Finn was smiling at them all as he took a drink from his glass and Burt was grinning at Kurt. He looked better than he had done in months, the colour had started to return to his cheeks and his eyes had regained some of the old sparkle.

"I'm telling you Dad, it will definitely be in the February issue, all you have to do is buy the magazine and look." Kurt said as Burt looked indignantly at him.
"I'll have you know that I buy that magazine every month!" He said.
Kurt raised his eyebrows, "You mean you get Carole to buy it for you?" He exchanged a knowing look with her and she grinned at him. Burt glanced from his son to his wife, then down at his plate.

"I still read it, don't I?" He said and Kurt patted him on the arm consolingly.

"I know, I know," he said.

...

Darkness had already begun to fall before Puck managed to convince Blaine to come up to his apartment and stay for the night. Blaine was cold, confused and looked exhausted but he didn't wipe the smile off his face as Beth chatted non-stop to him all the way up to the apartment. Quinn followed the troop with a bored expression on her face.

Once they were inside the warmth of Puck and Finn's small flat, Puck took Blaine's jacket and threw it casually on the radiator in the living room. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"For God's sake Puck, you can't just leave it there, Blaine needs to return this to the store, and it's going to be all wrinkled," she snapped, grabbing the jacket and stalking into Puck's bedroom, presumably to hang it up. Blaine weakly sat down on one of the bar stools around the breakfast bar and Beth followed suit, grinning a toothy smile up at him.

"You wanna a beer?" Puck asked, turning to the fridge.
"Thanks," said Blaine.
"I wouldn't mind a beer," came Quinn's voice.
"Me neither," said Beth. Blaine chuckled.

Puck turned back to the kitchen, holding two beers in his hands, "Just orange juice for my two lovely ladies, tonight."
"I am not your lady." Quinn hissed under her breath.

Puck ignored her, and handed Blaine his bottle.

"So, Blaine bro, what the hell happened to you?" Puck said, sitting down across from Blaine and looking at him expectantly.
Blaine bit his lip, he didn't like talking about the past, the past five years had been hell for him.

He sighed, "Well, I returned from New York after, after Kurt didn't-"
"Didn't want to see you again because you cheated on him and stomped all over his delicate little heart?" Quinn interrupted angrily. Blaine's eyes flickered to her for a fraction of a second then bowed his head.
"Yes," he said quietly, "So, I returned to McKinley but it wasn't the same. People weren't mean, as such, I mean, they still spoke to me but I could see the accusation in their eyes when they looked at me or spoke to me. And everything reminded me of him, and of what I did..."
He swallowed, the lump in his throat throbbed painfully. He still hadn't come to terms with what he'd done, even after five years.
"So what did you do?" Puck said breathlessly, hanging off Blaine's every word, like a child clinging to the news that Christmas might not be cancelled after all.

"I went back to the Warblers," Blaine sighed, taking a swig of his beer, "But it was different there too. They didn't want to win by their voices anymore, they managed to work their way to the top through blackmailing, cheating and sabotaging. And I remember, one time, looking around at all the people who used to be my friends, Nick, Jeff, Trent and not being able to recognise them. And I went around for the next few months thinking and wondering why they'd all changed, and then I realised, I was the one who'd changed."
"You didn't change Blaine!" Puck cried. Blaine patted him on the shoulder.
"No, I did change Puck," Blaine said heavily, "When Kurt first met me, I was this strong, independent guy but then I became a whiney, pathetic little creature who couldn't even stay away from his boyfriend for a month without having a near breakdown."

Quinn was watching the conversation between the two men with a strange expression on her face. Beth had fallen asleep in her arms and she was lightly stroking her hair.

"And then, what did you do?" Puck said.

"I dropped out of school, my parents wanted me to finish my education and go to college but I couldn't stay there any longer, so, so they kicked me out," Blaine said into the quiet kitchen, "I got on the first train to New York from Lima. I don't know what I was planning to do, busk my way to fortune? Well anyway, I just happened to meet Eli on the train and-"
"Who?" Said Quinn sharply, her eyes widening for a brief moment.
"Eli, the guy who," he paused, glancing at Puck, "the guy that I slept with."

Puck let out a small sob. Quinn just stared at Blaine and he was finding it a little unnerving.
Blaine cleared his throat, "He was also the guy who's wedding I just ran out of."

Puck spat his beer out across the table, Blaine jumped off his stool and ran around to thump him on the back. Quinn was just staring into space, the colour draining from her face.
Once Puck had recovered, they all took their places at the bar again.

"Please, please, just don't tell Kurt that it was Eli who I was supposed to marry, I don't want to hurt him anymore." Blaine begged, mostly to Quinn who seemed to be developing a huge dislike for him.

Quinn glared at him, "And you think turning up here, isn't hurting him? Do you even realise how distraught he was when you left him?" Blaine flinched, Quinn seemed to be swelling with anger.
"Kurt trusted you with every fibre in his body and you just burnt him down. Kurt never opens his heart up to anybody because he knows about disappointment. You know, with his mum dying and the bullying and his dad's heart attack and now his cancer and not getting into NYADA and now you've been added to that list, just another one of Kurt's big disappointments!
"And now you just waltz back in here and expect Kurt to forgive-"
"I never said-"
"He never even talks about you! He hasn't mentioned your name in years!" Quinn spat, glaring at Blaine, her eyes black with rage.

"Quinn, that's enough." Puck said quietly. Blaine was looking down at the table top, his face was hidden but he was trembling, as if he was shaking with tears.

"Blaine, don't listen to her, she likes to make up shit when she's angry." Puck said, glaring at Quinn.
"Oh do I? Tell me Puck, did you have to listen to Kurt cry through the night and know that there was absolutely nothing you could do?" She spat.
Blaine lifted his and looked at Puck, "No, she's right Puck, it is all my fault, I think I should leave before I hurt Kurt anymore."
He stood up and began looking around for his jacket. Puck looked at Quinn, who sighed exasperatedly.
"Okay fine, Blaine, just stay here, at least for tonight," Quinn said.
Blaine shook his head, "No, it's okay, I'll find a hotel."
"Blaine, please." Said Quinn, looking genuine and mild for the first time all night. He hesitated.
"Alright then."

...

Blaine winced as the roll out bed creaked loudly in the night's quiet. He thought it would be easier to leave when there was no one around to stop him. Slowly and carefully, he got himself up off the bed and crept over to where his shoes were sitting neatly by the floor.

Putting them on, he thought back to what Quinn had said. He hadn't realised that he'd affected Kurt so much. He knew that Kurt cared about him, but he'd thought he'd been more of a burden to Kurt in the big city than anything else. And Burt had cancer? He couldn't even imagine how Kurt was dealing with it, he should have been there for him.
He often thought about how their lives would be if he hadn't cheated. Would they still be together? Probably. They'd probably be living in their own little apartment that looked over central park. And they'd have a piano in the living room where they'd sing songs and dance and laugh. And Kurt would use Blaine to model all his new designs and Blaine would pout when the pins pricked him but Kurt would give him magic kisses to make them all better.
Maybe they would have a puppy and they'd take it for walks together down the beach, and they'd talk about their future but they would both know that it wouldn't work out as planned but they wouldn't care because they had each other to rely on.

Blaine picked up his jacket and walked towards the door, as he put his hand on the doorknob he heard a small voice behind him.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned around to see Beth standing in the middle of the room with her little pyjamas on, her curls were tousled and she had a confused expression on her face.

"Hi Beth," he whispered, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Where are you going?" She asked, ignoring his question.
He sighed, "I have to go, sweetie, I'm sorry."

She ran up to him and wrapped her small arms around his waist, "But you can't leave! What about Uncle Kurt?"

Blaine's heart flipped, it still did even at the sound of Kurt's name. But he shook his head and Beth hugged him tighter.

"But he still loves you!" She cried, and Blaine felt the desire to laugh.

"And what would make you think that?" Blaine whispered, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"Because he looks at you the way daddy looks at mommy."

She let go of him and turned, tiptoeing quietly back to her bed leaving a dazed Blaine standing alone in the darkness.