Henry's phone rang early that next morning. After a particularly quiet evening at home alone –his wife and her child were suspiciously absent- Henry retired early. Now, the only sound he could hear was he incessant ringing of his phone throughout the silent house. The man grumbled and turned over in his bed. He grabbed the phone quickly and answered it. "What?" He shouted.

"Long night?" It was his wife. Goodness knew he loathed her existence. He would have been pleased if she would have just disappeared and never contacted him again. Unfortunately, he was never that lucky. She always came back.

"Where are you?" He barked. It was a question of formality and nothing else.

"Chicago."Be still my beating heart. While the doctor knew it was pure coincidence, he couldn't help but shiver when hearing the name of the city. Kurt lived there.Wait, why is she there?"I came to see my son."

Henry shot up in bed. "What?" He asked. He was certain he'd heard her wrong. For years, his wife pretended as if neither of her sons existed and now she was in Chicago visiting the one she'd abandoned years ago. Something was up. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he knew something was askew.

The doctor heard his wife scoff. "Don't act so surprised, Henry. I know."

"Know what?" He asked timidly.

"I know everything." She replied quickly. "I know about your lust for a certain little performer. I know that you'd do anything to have him.AND...I know that I'm ready to make you a deal."A deal?Henry couldn't think of anything his wife had that he wanted. Susan must have sensed that because she immediately began to explain. "I'll only say this once, so listen closely. I want a divorce and I need you to pay for it. I also need money so that I can move on with my life."

Henry cut her off with a scoff. "You better be offering the Holy Grail if you think you're getting any of that shit. I was the idiot that didn't make you sign a prenup and now you're the idiot that's stuck with me until the end of time. Besides, I know you don't want to suffer through living with Tyler on your own and neither do I."

"You will divorce me and you will give me money! Also, don't worry about Tyler. I sent him to a better place and-"

"You killed him?!" Henry gasped. He couldn't stand the kid but he didn't want him dead.

"No...shut up and listen. I sent him to live with a loving family. After what I'm about to do, I at least want to know that he's with people that could potentially love him." Henry breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, I can get you something that you really want, but you have to handle the divorce and promise me the money."

"There isn't anything I want. I don't need anything from you."

"Not even Kurt?"

Burt Hummel paced the living room as the little boy, Tyler, sat quietly on his couch. Every so often, he took off his ball cap and scratched his bald head. He was confused and completely unsure of himself. When he got the call from his wife the night before advising him that they had a small visitor, he was hesitant. When he walked into his house and came face to face with a seven year old clone of his son.

After hours of going back and forth, he and Carole decided that the boy would stay with them for the evening and that they would try to contact his mother, Burt's ex-wife, the next day. Things did not run nearly as smoothly as expected.

Having Susan on the phone after years of hating her was difficult for Burt. That was the least of his problems, however. The more Susan spoke about her disdain for the child, the harder Burt found it difficult to hold his temper. "He's your fucking son!" He shouted; startling his wife and the boy. "How can you be so indifferent towards him?" What she said next made Burt's blood boil.

"Why are you surprised? I was the same way with Kurt." There was a long silence before either person spoke again.

"You know what...fine! Fine! Do whatever you have to do to make it legal and he can live here. He deserves better than whatever you were offering him before." Out of the corner of his eye, Burt noticed a tiny smile playing on the boy's, Tyler's, lips. It made him wonder what had gone on at home to make him so happy to be with people other than his family. He planned to find out.

"You can't promise me that! You haven't seen him in years!" Henry eventually retorted. Again, his wife scoffed. He wondered if she knew how much that irritated him. Smug was not a good look for Susan.

"A few years ago, when Tyler was 4, I went to visit Kurt for his high school graduation. Burt saw me and practically blew his lid. Apparently Kurt was always emotional and he was forming inappropriate attachments to random people. They'd spoken with his doctor and the doctor said that it was a reaction to the fact that I left. He wanted his son to be okay, so he begged me to stay away. He said Kurt would drop any and everything to have me in his life again and he didn't want that. So I stayed away. The knowledge was very valuable, though."

Henry sat back in his bed. He was confused. Her husband's silence spurred Susan to continue. "Kurt would drop anything for me. He'd fly across the country for me. Do you see where I'm going with this?" In a moment of realization, Henry understood.

"You'd sell out your son for a divorce and some money?" He asked.

She responded without a moment's hesitation. "Absolutely."

"You're a cold hearted bitch." He responded. He'd never taken his wife to for such a vindictive woman.

"I know. So...do we have a deal?" She asked.

"Absolutely."

"What are we doing today?" Kurt asked as he turned over in his boyfriend's arms. He knew he wouldn't like the answer when Blaine buried his head beneath the covers on his bed. "Does that mean that we don't have plans?" He saw the outline of his boyfriend's head nod beneath the covers. "Come on! Why?" He pouted.

Slowly, the top of Blaine's curly head began to peak from beneath the blanket. "IhavealunchmeetingwithWesand David." He hastily replied. When he noticed the glare that Kurt was shooting him, he sighed and repeated himself. He didn't dare mumble the answer twice. Kurt was a bit frightening when he was annoyed. "I have a lunch meeting with Wes and David. You know the guys from my department, the ones that are trying to help me start the History group at the school. We need to work on a few things before presenting the idea."

Kurt groaned and plopped back down on the bed. He turned away from his boyfriend and pouted to himself. He couldn't be mad, not really, but he could be let down. He was a bit disappointed that the last few days of their break would be spent without his boyfriend. Blaine was working more and more trying to prepare for the upcoming year and that left Kurt to enjoy his day on his own.Boo! Boring.

He felt his boyfriend's arms wrap around him and, reluctantly, allowed himself to sink back into them. "I'm sorry, baby. It's not that I don't want to spend time with you. It's that I really need to do work for this organization. It means a lot to me." Blaine hoped Kurt heard him loud and clear. The group didn't mean as much to him as Kurt did, that was a fact, but it was something he was proud of and something that he wanted to see succeed.

"I know." The performer groaned. "I'm all for you doing this. I just wish we weren't nearing the end of our time together. Ya know." Blaine nodded. He knew.

"I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you." Slowly he began peppering kisses along the back of his boyfriend's neck.

"Yeah. You should totally make it up to me." Kurt replied before turning around in his lover's arms and letting the man 'make it up' to him.

Flushed and exhausted, Kurt waved to his boyfriend as he walked out the front door. It felt so domestic; in a good way. He liked the dynamic of the situation. He liked the thought of waving his boyfriend –maybe even future husband- off to work. It was a secret dream of his. It was something that ranked higher on his list than fashion. Fashion was his passion, so Blaine should have been honored.

The day passed in a flurry of boredom. Kurt bounced between staring blankly at the television and raiding the pantry cabinets for food. To say the day was boring was an understatement. Usually, Kurt was able to find something to do, but not on this day. On this day, Kurt couldn't seem to find anything to hold his attention. He also couldn't seem to find his phone. He'd misplaced it the night before and hadn't found it yet; not that he was looking. He knew it would show up eventually.One day.

Half an hour into a Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon –you go, NeNe- Kurt heard a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting company, so he rushed towards the door. He was painfully desperate for human contact, so any visitor was a welcome visitor. Kurt pulled the door open in a rush of excitement. "Hi, can I help you?" He asked the woman on the other side.

She smiled a smile that felt familiar to the performer and opened her mouth to speak. Kurt watched intently as she struggled for words. She was oddly familiar but he couldn't remember where he'd seen her. "Kurt..." And then it hit him. The voice. The smile. He knew them all and he knew them well.

His heart beat triple time as he took in the sight of the woman. She'd aged a bit, but he knew it was her. "Mom?" He needed it to be her. He needed her to say something.

She nodded and Kurt's heart leapt. "Yeah, it's me." The tears in the performer's eyes blurred his vision. He didn't need to see to hug his mother, however. As quickly as he could, he reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. He knew he should have been angry and he knew he should have been hurt. He wasn't though. Through every emotion that he felt, relief was the most prominent. He was relieved to have his mother back. "It's me, Kurt." She repeated.

Kurt nodded into her shoulder, not noticing that she wasn't hugging him back, and tried to speak. There were a million questions running through his mind, but one was most pressing. "You're back. You're not leaving again are you? You're back?"

Susan was silent for a pregnant moment. "Yeah." She finally replied. It was the best answer Kurt could have hoped for.

"We really need to start talking about this project." Wes insisted an hour into their lunch. David and Blaine scoffed in unison.

How does he know"You must not have seen that game? My Indians were amazing." Blaine advised before taking a sip from his beer. He felt a bit guilty for misleading Kurt.Well, I didn't really mislead him. We are technically having a lunch meeting; I just didn't tell him that it was at a bar.

David chuckled. "I wouldn't claim the Indians so loudly if I was you. Chicago has some good teams. Ohio doesn't know what a good team looks like. I mean, the Indians? The Browns? Are those even major franchises?" Blaine shot his friend a bird just as his phone began to ring. He answered quickly when he saw the name on the screen.

"What can I help you with, Burt?" He asked his boyfriend's father. Over the past few weeks, they'd grown to like one another quite a bit.

"Kurt around? I've been calling his phone all day."Shit!The professor found his boyfriend's lost phone in his car before he entered the restaurant. He meant to email him about it, but forgot.

"Shit! No. I mean...he forgot his phone in my car last night. He doesn't have it. I'm sorry. I can give him a message though."

"Yeah...well, just tell him I need to talk to him as soon as possible. Okay?"

"Yep. I'm leaving soon, so I'll tell him."

"Alright, Kid. Don't drink too much." Blaine stiffed. "I was your age once. I mean, it wasn't that long ago because you're old and what not,"Gee, thanks."But I know what young guys do when they need a minute to themselves. Treat my boy right. Don't go home drunk. Yadda yadda." The professor smirked and advised that he would do his best to abide by both rules. The two hung up at the same time.

Kurt fiddled around anxiously as his mother watched him from the kitchen table. She was impressed at her son's boyfriend's home. It was tidy and quaint; much different than her home at that age. Kurt had already shared every detail of his life with her –despite the fact that she made it painfully obvious that she didn't care- so she knew about Kurt and Blaine's age gap and a few things in between. "So...how long are you in town for?" He asked as he set a cup of tea down in front of her. Bingo. The conversation was finally headed in a direction that suited her.

"Only tonight, I have to fly back home tomorrow." Instantly, Susan noticed the change in her son's demeanor.

"But you just go here." He whispered. "You just got here and you said you weren't leaving! This is the first time I've seen you in too many years and you're leaving already. You can't!" As he spoke the volume of his voice grew. "We need to get to know each other. We need to spend time together. You can't just leave." Kurt was hysterical. He'd literally just gotten his mother back and she was leaving again. Little did he know, he was playing right into her hands.

Susan hoped against hope that Kurt would react just as he had. It meant that her side of the deal would be finished without her having to break a sweat. She just hoped that Henry fulfilled his side. "Why don't you come with me?" She suggested.

Kurt sat, thinking, for a moment. "Well...I mean...school's starting soon and....Blaine....and..." She waved a nonchalant hand at him.

"You'll be back in a day or two tops. Come on, it'll be fun. You can spend some time with me at my house and we won't have to cut our time together short." She knew it was a stretch, a long one, but she had to try. Despite her certainty that the situation would play out well in the end, she was still a bit hesitant. She had no idea if Kurt was really as messed up as she imagined him to be.

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Really? We could go spend a few days together?"He's definitely one messed up kid. Abandonment must be a bitch.She thought as she nodded. Kurt squealed and hugged her again. Just as the ones before, it was oddly uncomfortable for her.

The performer packed in under 10 minutes. Susan watched him wearily as she purchased their tickets over the phone. Less than 3 hours from that moment Henry would have Kurt and she would have her freedom. Oddly enough, it was one of the happiest days of her life.