Blaine lay in bed the next morning, starring at his ceiling. It was 8:45, Blaine had class at 10. But, all he wanted to do was stay in his bed, ignoring the alarm currently dinging next to him. He probably would've stayed in bed all day, drowning in the the pain from the night before. But, Sam came, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He didn't say anything to Blaine. He just walked up to Blaine's bed, turned off the alarm and hit Blaine in the face with a pillow.

"Okay, I'm up!" Blaine surrendered, climbing out of the bed.

"Yeah, we both are." Sam answered bitterly. He really wasn't a morning person, especially when he had no reason to be up.

"Sorry!" Blaine called after the roommate, who would be far less tired if he slept instead of playing video games all night. "Good Morning!" The door slammed shut. Blaine hobbled to his bathroom, groaning from the pain, and turned on his shower. While he waited for the water to heat, he brushed his teeth. Starring in the mirror into his own eyes, he tried to remember when they were always bright and happy, full of love. Now, they've become their own shadow, full of darkness and gloom. Almost every smile is forced and when he laughs, it's at himself. But, he's not the only one. Brittany isn't the young hearted bubble she once was. Her infectious giggles are rare and her sniffling tears, sadly a regular. Fortunately, she has Sam to make everything a little more bearable. And Blaine will always have the Warblers, he reminds himself, stepping under the steady stream of water.

Letting the hot water pelt across his back, Blaine realized who he needed to see. Brittany; she might have useful input on the situation. She might even have something Blaine could use, she does design everything Batman and Robin have. With an MIT degree under her belt, Brittany has become quite a vantage point. Blaine resolved to call her after his shower.

"Hey, Britt." Blaine greeted his old friend. When he called Brittany, they had agreed to meet at Central Park when Blaine was done with his classes. It was still cool outside, both of them red nosed and snuggled in thick jackets and scarves.

Brittany had her mittened hands wrapped around a coffee cup, which, knowing her was probably full of hot chocolate and whipped cream. "Hi. You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Uh, yeah," he had gone over this a million times, but now none of it seemed right. His words sounded insensitive and blunt, his head filled with images of the sweet girl in tears. "Can we sit down?" Blaine sat on a nearby bench, Brittany following his lead. "God, there really is no easy way to say this," he mumbled to himself. "Well, um..you know- I think..." As Blaine struggled with his words, Brittany gazed at him. Her blue eyes had trust and intrigue and hope swimming in them. Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat, preparing himself to shatter her innocent eyes. "Their bodies were never found, right?" He didn't have to say who's, they both knew. Brittany solemnly nodded, retracting a little but of her hope and trust. "I think I found them. Or at least Kurt, and to be sure I need your help."

She was shaking her head. "Blaine," she let out a shaky breathe, looking past him. "Blaine, don't do this."

"Please, Brittany," he pleaded. "They're alive. I saw them, I've seen them multiple times."

"Really?" She asked, attempting incredulity, but sounding too eager and hopeful.

"Yes." Blaine smiled warmly at the thought that she might believe him. "What do you know about Catwoman and her sidekick's other identity?"

"Nothing, why?" MIT or not, she can still be a little oblivious.

"I'm next to positive that's them."

"No, Blaine, no way. Kurt would never ever. And I know Santana can come on strong and seem really tough, but she's sweet, she truly is and she wouldn't. Never."

"But, you didn't see them. I know my soulmate, that is Kurt." Blaine was looking past her now, seeing this mysterious man again. "His eyes were the same ever changing icy blue, with his perfect hair. It's actually black now, but it still defies gravity. And-"

"Why would they do this? Hide from us and turn to crime, putting both of us through the hell of losing them? What did we do to deserve that?" The blonde cried.

"I don't know Britt," Blaine put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But, I can get to the bottom of this. I just need help from you and Sam."

"I can't, I'm sorry. And I doubt Sam will." She answered, her voice apologetic. "You say you knew Kurt, but I knew Santana. She wouldn't do that, so if you want to put yourself through that hope and eventual disappointment, the good luck. But, count me out."

"Okay, sure. I understand." Blaine said, feeling crushed and rejected. Brittany stood and outstretched her arms. The two stood in one another's warm embrace, biting back their tears. "And even if you don't believe me, I will find them. I will bring them back, both of them, with or without you." Blaine whispered. Brittany's only reaction was placing a kiss on Blaine's cheek and squeezing his shoulder as she left.

He stayed, however. His two best sources confirmed their reluctancy to help. Technically, Sam hasn't yet, but Blaine knows Brittany is right. He greatly frowns upon mixing alter egos with real life. So, as of that point Blaine was alone. And after his previous encounters with the possible Kurt, he knew this was something he couldn't do alone. The Warblers weren't an option, none of them knew him as Robin. And Sam and Brittany were his only McKinely friends who knew. Cooper found out the last time he came to visit, but he was always so busy. He wouldn't have time in his schedule to help Blaine. Out of friends in the know, Blaine moved on to people he could trust enough to tell. The first people he thought of were the Warblers, but he couldn't choose one. If Blaine was asked to pick his favorite of his former high school glee club, it would be Kurt, but that's not an option. Past Kurt, he would get stumped between Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff, and although he was never as close with Trent and Cameron, he would have to include them, too. Bringing a whole gaggle of singing idiots would just be a mess. And all of his McKinely friends were closer to Brittany and Sam, probably making their requests priority and stay out of the whole thing. Blaine realized if he really wanted help, he had to get it from someone who misses Kurt as much as he does, if not more.

It was a rare silent dinner. Usually their meals would go cold, while they animatedly told the tale of their day. But tonight, leftover pasta had never gotten so much attention. Santana couldn't take it; the dense silence only broken by clanking forks and chewing, with the occasional cup being replaced on the table.

"I promise I'll answer, just anything to break the silence!" She snapped.

Kurt glanced up, startled by her sudden outburst. "Wh-what?"

"There's clearly something you wanna ask me, but you think I'll get upset or refuse to answer. I won't, just ask me."

He shook his head, "I don't-"

"Listen Kurt, hiding away in seclusion, we've spent a lot of time together. Don't make me regret it by lying to me, or I just might kill you in your sleep."

"Alright," Kurt put up his hands in surrender, "okay... Do Batman and Robin seem familiar, like Blaine and-"

"Sam. I'd recognize that trouty mouth anywhere. And he always does impressions while we're fitting. It's like, who do you think you are? Just shut up, so I can kick your ass!" Santana said, standing to take her plate back to the kitchen. Kurt held up his own plate, in hopes she would also clear away his. This only got him a "bitch, please" glare.

"So, what do we do?" Kurt asked, taking his own plate.

"Nothing, what is there to do? We keep fighting them." She answered simply.

Kurt was afraid she would say that. He didn't understand how he was expected to keep kicking Blaine, the love of his life to the ground. And Sam, he was their friend too. He had lived with Kurt and Finn for a year, Kurt couldn't turn on him. "Tana,"

"Kurt, I'm sorry. They can't find out about who we are, who we've become. It hurts me too, but we've gone through enough pain, would a little more kill us?" With that, the Latina headed for her room.

"What if it was Brittany?" Kurt's question got her right where he wanted, frozen in her tracks, back still turned to Kurt. "What if that was Brittany you were fighting, instead of Sam?"

"Brittany works for them, so I pretty much am." She replied over her shoulder. "This life treats us well, don't screw it up."