I 'm shocked. Blaine keeps looking at the picture.

"How could you possibly know about my father?" I weep. He takes the photo out from what remains of the frame and puts it somewhere in his coat.

"Hey! That’s mine..." I tried to stop him, but he turned away and slipped next to the window. He starts to whistle The Thieving Magpie.

"This is not funny Blaine!" I cried, while I looked for a handkerchief to clean my nose.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me" He says, with a foot ready to get out.

"Cut the drama! Tell me HOW do you know about my father?" I groaned.
There's no way Blaine would have known about him.

"You said you've met my brother haven’t you?" He asks.

"Yeah, the psychopath that pointed at me with gun, kidnapped me, and gave me a free cold shower... How could I possibly forget him?" I say, emphasizing the sarcasm. He smirks.

"Five or Six years ago he brought a man, with your same iris, eye color (electric blue with few sparks of green), unattached ear lobes, nose, chestnut hair... All those genetic traits make you by necessity either brothers or in this case father and son" He explained.

"You said he is STILL alive, I don't remember saying he was dead" I said. I wait for him to tell me his brilliant deductions. Was it because of my shoe lace? Or my cologne?

"I read your therapist description"

"How come did you do that?! That was private!" I complain. That's not fair.

"Cooper found it necessary. I just read the important parts don't worry. Nothing I could have not known by checking your stuff at a glance... For example..." he says grabbing another photo from the box. "You like stalking this guy" He says pointing Matt. I laugh.

One of my favorite photos. Our senior year at high school. Teenage Matt is wearing a fake moustache while he is frowning at the camera. He is dressed like Charles Chaplin. I smile, tenderly.

"I'm his personal stalker Blaine..." I joked. "Back to my father, if Punnett’s square is not wrong; those traits you're talking about can also be inherited from my mother. Why would you think he was my father?" I ask skeptically.

There's no way something like that could be possibly truth, but the fact that it might be possible turned something warm inside me. It was something that kept tracing circles all over my stomach.

"It happened that this man had an interesting clinical history, from what I got, he had a partial memory loss, besides he clearly was born in America, he had fake British ids, that's why he had a lot of problems. He was accused of a crime he did not make. I was an amateur, and there was something evil behind me. There was no evidence to help him. It all vanished. He was sent to Pentonville Prison later… "

“And how I am related to that?” I ask raising an eyebrow.

“He told us that his last name was Hummel” I feel a cold invisible hand punches me in the face, throwing me backwards.

I can't believe this is true. I've never listened from my father since he died. I guess I was far too young to remember. My mom didn't speak much about him. It hurt her, and I knew it.

"Please Blaine, don't play with this...it really means a lot to me" I beg. Blaine scowls.

"I've already proved you that I'm no amateur. In fact, Coop can help us get in touch with this man again. I'll text him and tomorrow you'll meet him" He says, very confident. I sigh.

"Yeah, whatever..." I turn my back to him while I blow my nose. I keep taking sharp breaths. I take another photo frame with a picture of me and Matt and place it on the night table.

Blaine takes it and hides it in his coat. I pull from the box another frame and place it like the other. Blaine takes it again. I've run out of frames.

"Umm, okay, why are you doing that?" I ask him. He takes the bunch of photos.

"This is evidence" He says shamelessly.

"But Blaine...you can't just take them from me, those are my Matt memories. Besides you told me that you'd ask Cooper" I complain.

"One never knows" He says, taking the last one from my hand. He runs downstairs.

"Blaine! GIVE it to me.... NOW!" I groan, running behind him.

"I've told you, it’s EVIDENCE!" he says.

We ran into the untidy living room to the filthy kitchen. How can he be so childlike?

"Blaine! Leave it!” I shout. We are facing each other beneath the table. His hazel eyes are looking directly at me. "Never! Evidence is evidence!" He answers while he runs to the exit. I follow him almost stepping into his toes. Suddenly, he trips in the living room's carpet.

SLAM!

My head hurts so badly. I feel something heavy over me... Smells good though, very citric. Blaine's head is right beside me, while his whole body is above me. All my photos are spread to the floor. The two frames he took from me are no longer complete. I breathe, heavily. He puts his hands near m y shoulders to help himself get up. I gulp. He rises himself slowly, or is my head slow motioning the moment? Casually, my lips slightly touch his repressed curls. My eyes catch his. I can feel the heat rising up to my face. My heart sunk somewhere around my stomach.
I realize I can feel his breath against my mouth. He isn't looking anywhere but my eyes, and I look at his. They’re so deep, innocent, magical...

The door opens.

Blaine and I turn simultaneously.
"Hey Blaine! Oh, sorry dude...the door was open" A very tall man with piggy nose, small eyes and dumpy smile opens the door and quickly looks away. "I didn't know you were umm, busy I think" He apologizes. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm home and uh... I'll just disappear okay? Keep doing whatever you were doing and, um, okay I'll just go..." He says and then slams the door.

Blaine keeps looking at the door, as if he waits for the boy to come back.

"Umm Blaine I... I think I have a spoon stuck somewhere around my lung..." I say breathlessly. Something dangerous is going to happen if I don't take Blaine off me... I can sense it.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asks, looking to my eyes again. I don’t want to be rude; he looks so good, so innocent. I can´t believe this is true… But it most come to an end.

"Umm, you know…" I hesitate, pointing sideways with my head. He nods, and breaks the eye contact. He stands up and helps me too. We remain silent. Then I start picking up my photos. Blaine stops me.

"You sit. I'll do it" He orders, and then he bends down and starts picking up the photos. I just don't get it. Why is he acting so weird? He even picks up the broken glasses from the floor.

"His name is Finn; he is Mrs. Hudson's only child. He is the silliest person I've ever met. He is like a little kid, always asking what am I doing, how are my cases going... Ugh, very annoying" He explains. I just nod and smile. He seems a bit serious ... I start thinking in what just happened, the way Blaine looked at me, with his child eyes, what was that? Surprise? Or perhaps... something more interesting? I sigh. Something aches inside me. I feel something is pulling my heart down to my stomach in a painful way. I picture Matt in my head. I sigh.

"Kurt? You sighed... Again. I've told you I don't like your sighs" Blaine complains. He puts the bunch of photos inside his pocket.

"Sorry I can't help it." I apologize. There's silence in the room. Blaine finishes picking and storing the photos and sits right in front of me.

"Why are you so sad? It's also annoying, it just doesn't let me think clearly" He asks, in a low tone.

"You read my file. Tell me why do you think I am sad?" I answer, looking sideways. I can feel Blaine's eyes over me. He takes one of the photos and stares at it for a long time.

"I'm the world's only consulting detective" He says frowning a little. “I always solve the most dreadful, drenched, entangled cases that the world has ever seen. I have a perfect ability to appreciate the little details, I can read people by just taking a glance at them Kurt" He is showing off. I frown, he continues "I can know their deepest secrets, and wishes, I can see who they we, who they are, and who are they expecting to be" Blaine pauses while he comes and sits in the couch near me. “My deduction skills have 99% of accuracy."

“Congrats Blaine, keep the good job" I praise him, sarcastically. He raises his index finger.

“Wait, there's more.... But when I try to find the life you had before Afghanistan, I’m blind. I can't see anything about your past... And when you talked about your sister I found it really odd. I've never made a mistake before. Reality is that when I look at you I see nothing behind you, I can't tell a single thing about your past life."

He confesses in a low voice. How am I supposed to take that?

"So? What do you want me to do about that?" I ask him. I realized I stopped crying.

"How do you think I get the knowledge? I know nothing about human relationships, not really my area, and if you want you can help" He almost murmurs.

"How?"

"Tell me about your life, I must say I'm not your therapist but I can learn a lot about you. Trust me" He begs with puppy eyes.

I hesitate. Am I prepared to do this? Of course I'm not. I look away. I’ll give It a try.

"My mother told me that my father was murdered when I was 3. Until now, I've never had a doubt about that. My mother was the nicest person I've ever met: sweet, polite, beautiful. Her name was Elizabeth. She got married again when I was nine, I really don't know why, with a guy named James, and they had a baby, Harriet. I was so mad with her that I went to the park every day, alone. That's how I met Matt" I paused. Blaine is just looking. "What else do you want to know?" I ask him.

"Who is Matt?" He asks, quickly.

"The kid I met at the park" He rolls his eyes.

"Why are you always talking about him?" He says, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Because I ... “I Hesitate. "He was my..." No that's not the information Blaine would like to know. "He had a great imagination, when we met he told me fantastic stories about knights, dragons, magic... He was so magical." I explained, the safest way.

"J.K. Rowling does the same, that's not a reason why I should praise her or stalk her while I keep a thousand pictures of her hidden in a box" Blaine blurts out. What's his point? I'm avoiding the question, either way.

"Those stories were from both of us. I liked to imagine that he was the hero and I helped him rescue the princess or whatever he made up. Then he started writing them, for me to read while he was away. He always made them for me" I said. Blaine pulled out a package of cookies.

"That's boring Kurt"

“No, it wasn't not at that time..." I defend Matt and myself. That has been the most helpful thing someone has ever done to me. Blaine wasn’t going to just break it down.

"Was he gay too?" Blaine gives me the shot. That took me off guard.

"What?" He squinted at the photo.

"I really can't tell. This one's a bit difficult you know? Maybe he was straight...You liked him, didn't you? You were helplessly in love with him. " He infers.

"That's... not true" I splutter. He takes out some pictures, where I am looking at Matt.

“Here, look at your pupils and that imminent blush in your face when you see him. Besides that foolish smile of yours. Those are pheromones Kurt, giving you the love bug deadly infection.” He points out. I blush, even right now, when my heart is tearing off to pieces again.

"Why are you so mean?" I complained. Blaine shakes his head.

“I'm not mean, I want to focus on the important details. I don't care abuot... you and your pheromones"

"That was important, HE was important to me!!" I shout. I’m really mad at him right now.

"Why?" He asks, insolently.

"Because I -"

"You loved him, didn't you?" Blaine just observes my face, as if he is looking for a sign. I remain silent. Does he keep asking me that?

"I don't think it is any of your business." I finally answer.

"It does Kurt, it may be a very important part of the case, as you have a maniac behind your steps, and we know we can't trust anyone..." He starts. I lose control of my nerves.

"It doesn’t matter because he is dead Blaine!" I shout. Then I burst into tears. He frowns, a little dissapointed.

"Why are you crying? That is also a bit annoying ", he says. How can he be so mean!

“Because I miss him so much! Sometimes I think.... What would happen if we had just swapped our places and I died while he remained alive...? “I whimper. He stays right in front of me looking with his big hazel eyes. His face shows no expression, he takes another photo from his coat.

“He liked you back you know..." he says pointing at Matt. In this photo Matt was dancing with me at a party.

"Of course I know! That's the worst part..." I wail, looking sideways.
There's another silence, only interrupted by my sudden sharp breaths. Fortunately, I brought some tissues with me. I blow my nose.

"You cry a lot and very often, don't you?"

"It hurts a lot Blaine, that's what people do... Cry when they feel sad" I explain. Is he really that ignorant or is he just fooling me like everyone else?

"You're often sad then?" He asks.

“My life is a sad story, awkward and full of tragedy" I confess.

"Then tell me why are you so unhappy? You had a mother who cared about you, but whom you disapprove due to the fact that she got married again and she had a daughter, and then she died leaving you alone with your lovely friend which you loved very much and he loved you back (and you two started to create your love world full of rainbows and stars) and then he died. Then you find this charming and amazing consulting detective who is one step about to prove that your missing dad is still alive. That’s not sad at all" Blaine assures.

Whoa, that was the most awkward summary of my life.

"Why are you so mean? I don't even know why I am still talking to you..."I cry.

"Because I'll take you to your dad no matter what" He says very confident. This is too good to be true. Something wrong is happening here.

"Why are you helping me?" He waits, for an instant before answering.

"Because you're... the best assistant I could ever have. You saved my life... Most of the people I know would have let me die like that. I think the cabbie beat me, nevertheless he is dead and we'll never know." He pauses, looking at my eyes again. "But mostly because it is my turn to exchange the experience. I want to save your life too" He smiles. I can't help but smile too while I weep the tears away. I feel like I have a knot inside me, who pleads to get out.

"Matt died while we were attacking Afghanistan; we had a fight before... Well ever since we entered to the army. Mostly because he didn't want the rest of the troop to know I was gay. They would've reacted violently; at least that’s what Matt supposed....” I paused. I really regret that, but there’s nothing I can do about it. This is one of the things that get me down, the most.

” We were attacked all of a sudden. They captured me. The rest of the troop was shot. Matt tried to protect me. They slashed part of my neck. Matt died right beside me... He was shot, right in his stomach. I couldn’t do anything about it" I tell Blaine. My voice is failing. I realize I'm strangely not crying… yet. Blaine just smiles, and hands me the photo where we were dancing. I take it, hesitating.

"I need to sleep, Kurt. Your story is not dull... at all." He waved goodbye and took the other photos with him. He shot the door next to the kitchen.

I feel strange, like lighter. I grab my photo and climb upstairs. The bed has several covers folded neatly in the corner. I look at the broken window. Who would throw a stone to the Window? I'll repair it tomorrow. I pasted a bag to the hole in the window. Then I take a warm shower, change my clothes and make my bed.

It was a nice day, I think. Then I get into the covers and fall asleep instantly.







"Kurtsie!" Little Matt greets me. We're sitting down a wooden kiosk at the center of a lake. The sun is getting down. My eyes are sleepy. Matt shakes my elbow.

"Matt" I hum. He stands up and rests his arms in the railing. I look at my reflection in the water. We are the little kids who met each other that day at the park.

"I've made it for you Kurt..." He says, while he turns his back. "The best only for the best". I stand, enjoying the view.

"Beautiful, as usual I say" He doesn't answer. The dawn is over. The pitch dark night is here. The lake surrounding us turns completely dark. I take Matt's arm.

"Matt? We need to get out of here..." He doesn't move. Black water is entering slowly to the kiosk. I feel the cold shivers running through my spine. I gab his arm.

"Matt?" He is not moving. Suddenly, he falls back... I scream, his face is pouring a lot of blood. I can feel the red liquid hitting my face. I look around, desperate to find an exit. Everything is black water. Matt gets up, all covered in blood, his eyes are all black. He raises his hands, trying to reach me. They look terrifying. His skin is tearing off to pieces, bleeding…

"Run Kurt..." he says, his voice full of pain. I move backwards, and then Matt pushes me to the water.

"NOOOO!" I yell. The water pulls me deeper and deeper every time... I give up. Suddenly there’s a hand pulling me from the neck of my shirt. It shines, I know it’s just a hand, but then I’m lying on a beach, at the same sunset as the one Matt made for me. I see everything as a blur. Am I dying?

“Come on angel….” A voice whispers. I see a shining silhouette of a man, kneeling right beside me. He gets his face closer… “Let me steal this moment from you now...” He whispers again, I can feel his breathing closer and closer to my lips. I can’t see him clearly, but I really want to kiss him so badly…

I wake up. Nightmares again? I will just say these are getting weirder. I'm breathing heavily.
The sun is going through the window. I blink quickly. My head hurts so bad...

I hear a chomp. Blaine is staring at me wide eyed, eating something that looks like a cupcake. He is sitting (well mostly) on his toes while his left hand holds a plate full of cupcakes. I jump. He looks like a little kid enjoying a movie.

"Mooornig..." He says with his mouth full of food.

"You were looking at me while I slept?! You know that's creepy don't you?" I asked him, almost yelling.

"If you can call that sleep... Mrs. Hudson brought you these, but I wanted to check them in case they were poisoned." He says raising his elbows; he almost throws a whole cupcake to his mouth. I sigh. He frowns. Ups, I forgot he gets easily annoyed by my sighs, for some strange reason. I'll just pretend I didn't do anything.

"Get up, Kurt... we're meeting your dad today, remember? Cooper called me, and he says he is on his way. He'll take us where this man is" He says looking to the window.

"Do you know his name?" I ask him, while I get up and look for my shoes.

"His name is Andrew Watson, well at least his fake British name. His American name is Burt, Burt Hummel." He answers. I can't help but smile, repeating the name in a low voice a thousand times. I jump from the bed and gather an outfit from one of my boxes. An elegant Marc Jacobs will do.

"Be ready in five minutes Kurt, Mrs. Hudson has prepared a wonderful breakfast to celebrate you". Blaine says while he closes the door behind him.

I can't imagine what my father looks like... What does he do? Has he got married like my mom? Is he as tall as me? I can't hold all these feelings. Despite the bad dreams, I hope that something good will do. I'm ready.






Everything looks and smells delicious. From the hotcakes to the eggs with bacon and some toast nearby. There is another plate of pancakes. Mrs. Hudson is laying a second place in the table next to the kitchen (mostly because the table at the kitchen is full of dead creatures, formaldehyde and crumpled papers.

Blaine sits and eats a spoonful of honey oats. I sit opposite him. He seems to notice that. He gathers his chair and bowl, and with the spoon in his mouth he sits near me. I roll my eyes. This is getting even more awkward.

"Hi Kurt!" He says cheerful, while he swallows another spoonful of oats.

"Umm hi Blaine..." I answer politely but a little awkward still. I take the fork and start eating my food. I can hear Blaine's chewing’s very near me. The door opens. Cooper Anderson's in the house.

"Hi Blainey, hello Kurt!" He greets. We wave hello. He comes near us and sits between Blaine and me. “Why are you so close?” He clicks his fingers loudly in front of Blaine’s face.

“No flirting on the table Blainers!” He scolds him, playfully. Blaine chokes. I giggle, they look lovely. Cooper is patting Blaine’s back.

"I've never thought Andrew Watson was your father Kurt... I worked with him since I arrived to my job. I'm happy though. The man lived alone, he had no kids... I'm very glad for him" he takes Blaine's spoonful of oats and eats them. Blaine squints at him. Cooper returns him the spoon, empty.
"Oh and when can I see him?" I asked a bit anxious. Cooper swallows the oats.

I dream about my father, what does he like? Has his life been as miserable as mine? And, the most important, what is he doing in London? Too much questions for now.

"Well..." Cooper starts. His phone is buzzing. "Sorry..." He stands up and takes it.

"Hello? Oh Jim! Hey bud, what's with you man...? “He walks a bit far, nearly entering to the kitchen while he talks.

I finish my breakfast. I lean closer to Blaine. "What does Cooper do for a living?" I ask. He slurps the milk.

"Umm, he has a minor role in the government, which leads him a lot of money, trouble, bills and girls..." He explains while he cleans his face with the napkin. I can see he has bread crumbs near his cheek. I raise my hand.

"You have bread, here..." I rub my hand against his cheek. It is very soft, how could a man’s skin be as soft as his? He remains still, I can feel his eyes fixed on me again, so hypnotizing... I only catch a glimpse of it, but his eyes look straight to my lips for an instant…

"Err, Kurt I'm afraid I've got some bad news..." Cooper interrupts, frowning. We pull off.

"What is it?" I think he might not like me talking like this with his brother… He sighs.

"Andrew Watson was kidnapped this morning from Pentonville prison... they left a note, for you Blaine, signed with an M" He says showing Blaine a picture in his IPhone.

I feel my world collapses to the ground. The warm light growing inside me dies. Suddenly, I’m not hungry. I look away. I was so close.
Blaine stands up quickly.

“Moriaty… assuring us that the game is on” Blaine mutters. Who the hell is Moriaty?

Cooper pats my back.

“I’m so sorry Kurt” He says, with a small smile.

“No you’re not. Stop doing that, Kurt’s not your dog…” Blaine says pulling away his brother’s hand. Cooper looks surprised. Blaine really does that to people… He bends down and looks me in the eye. I jump.

“Kurt, you’re getting exorcised tonight. We have to get you ready.” He says, very confident.

Cooper and I look at each other, wide-eyed.
At least I know this is not a joke from both of them.