Carole sat in the quiet house, a cup of hot coffee in her hand. It was cool in the house, so she wore a sweater over her silk blouse and jeans, thick socks and leather loafers on her feet. There was a time she would have been wearing one of Finn's old T-shirts with a band name printed on the front. There would be sweat pants and sneakers, too, but her step son, Kurt, had been a big influence in her life after she married Burt. He gently coaxed her to buy better clothes and dress like a lady – which left her feeling better about herself. He had made suggestions like instead of her hair just pulled into a ponytail like an overage teen, that she get it cut in a shorter style that complimented her facial structure, bringing out her cheek bones and bright eyes. She might have been reluctant at first, but she found Kurt's suggestions made her feel better about herself.

Of course, it wasn't just her outside appearance that had changed since she married Burt. It seemed like everything about her had changed. She was more open to new thoughts, perhaps more tolerant? She had thought of herself as tolerant before, but now with all the issues and problems she had come face to face with, she felt she was different inside. First, there was learning about Kurt, how he'd been bullied, how a boy that seemed to be so cold had a heart of gold that he hid from the world. And there was her own son, Finn. He was always kind of a goofy kid, always happy and never seeing the bad in people. She had been shocked to learn that he had once been one of Kurt's tormentors. Finn couldn't deny his heart, and he had tried to help the underdog, even when he was in the midst of the bullies dumping kids like Kurt into dumpsters – Kurt told her that Finn had made the others hold his books and let him take off his designer jacket before dumping him.

That didn't excuse his behavior, but he learned from it. He was just a misunderstood kid that needed to lean some hard lessons and Carole thought he had learned them well. She was proud of who Finn was becoming.

Then there was Blaine, who the Hummels had welcomed with open arms. He had been through something that would break most adults, and he came through with his heart intact in spite of all the abuse and neglect. But it was not without scars and it was not without help. Actually, it was Blaine and his situation that had made Carole go back to school. She was a registered nurse, but she wanted more, she wanted to help troubled kids. Some had very obvious hurts, like Blaine and his PTSD. Some of these beautiful kids had trouble that wasn't seen on the surface, and so many needed a guiding hand. Puck, Brittany, Santana...... they all had baggage that kids didn't seem to have when she was that age. She wanted to be that guiding hand.

Carole was going to be late to work if she didn't get going...the kids weren't going to school today, it was Sunday, but she had to be at the hospital to start her shift in half an hour. Just as she was putting on her coat, Burt walked down the stairs, ready for breakfast after his shower. He had to be at the garage in an hour. They kissed at the door as Carole was getting ready to leave, Burt pulling her close to kiss her soft lips and tell her that he loved her and he'd catch up with her at lunch time, they could get a bite to eat in the hospital cafeteria. It was less than two minutes they spent together, but it was these little things that made Carole love Burt. She knew that she was lucky to have Burt in her life, and she walked to her car to scrape the windows with a spring in her step.

Sophia was tired. Well, she was tired every day, but more so today than most. Kurt had come to visit with her for a little while yesterday, bringing her scones he had made himself and they sat and drank tea together. She loved this boy, Kurt, who always knew more than he was telling. He had an ice-cold demeanor when he wanted to, but she could see straight through that to his heart.

She thought about what Kurt had done for Blaine, that poor boy with the wild curly hair and golden hazel eyes. The one that looked so much like her brother, Hans, gone these past 70 years. Blaine had the lighthearted laugh that was so like her brother's, but Blaine was broken in a way Hans never was, and Sophia was not optimistic about his chances for recovery at first. Then she met Kurt.

Kurt was an enigma. A puzzle. She had rarely met anyone so determined, and at such a young age. He was devoted to Blaine in a way Sophia could only marvel at. She had seen Blaine in the throes of one of his spells, when he was rolled up in a ball screaming away the demons and nobody could reach him. Then Kurt would arrive, and the room would get quiet, Blaine would be listening instead of raving. A soft touch, a tender kiss, and Blaine would be in Kurt's arms, letting him take the demons away. She wished she had been blessed with just such an angel when she was young and afraid.

Kurt had told her yesterday about the museum of the Holocaust he had visited in New York. Sophia didn't mention it to him, but she had been to that place years ago, and she was glad he had gone. It was important for young people to know the mistakes of the past so they wouldn't repeat them. Of course, Kurt had known about the death camps before. The first day she met him, he had seen her tattoo, the one she got in Auschwitz, and she knew by the look in his eyes that he knew what it meant. But, bless his soul, he hadn't said anything to her or the other young people gathered at her table, he had just given her a heartwarming smile. He was a special young man, and no wonder: he was Burt Hummel's boy.

She remembered when Burt was a boy himself. She had been recently widowed and was having a hard time. Burt had shown up one morning and mowed her lawn, no questions asked, no money exchanged hands. She had offered what little she could afford, but he wouldn't take it. After that, she would make him gingerbread or oatmeal cookies. Some days she would open her door to get her newspaper and find a box of groceries on her porch. Her walks would be cleared in the winter. She loved the shy boy that Burt was, and she loved the man he became: to come out of the tragedy of his wife's sudden death and still be a father to Kurt, to raise such a loving and caring boy in spite of all the world threw at them, Burt was one in a million. It made Sophia optimistic that things would be okay with people like that left in this world.

Cooper was sitting at the desk in his office in Columbus. He hadn't needed to come to work today, it was Sunday, but he craved the solitude the empty office would give him. He had struggled with this question for so long, he didn't even know how long it had been. He hadn't seen Sasha since he was twelve, on that fateful day she told his parents she was pregnant and it was Cooper's child.

He remembered the thrill that had come first, the absolute joy. It didn't last long as the fear crept into him, seeing the faces of his parents close to him, seeing the disappointment in their demeanor. He had been afraid to look at Sasha in that moment, and he'd regretted that ever since. Was she happy? Just afraid? Did she want to give up his baby? There were just too many questions to answer and he had given up long ago wishing for those answers.

Now he was faced with a new problem. Well, it wasn't new, but the solutions open to him were different. Before, he had never found a way to contact her, though he had tried when he was younger. Her parents had moved, no forwarding address. He'd googled them and her, but to no avail. Now he had the letter she had sent to his parents, asking to see Blaine. All he had to do was call.

He had taken enough time to go over this again and again in his brain. He was done with hesitating. He picked up the phone and, looking a the paper in front of him, dialed.

“Hello?” a voice said. He had been worried that she would have moved on, not have the same number, any number of things...but it was her voice. The voice he had dreamed about for so many years.

“Sasha?” Cooper said, his voice shaking.

“Yes, this is Sasha...who is calling?” she asked, her voice still as sweet as honey from a jar. Cooper closed his eyes. It was exactly as he had remembered it. Oh, how could he do this?

“Ah, just an old friend. I wanted to...” and he couldn't get another word out. He was scared. He was a 29 year old corporate lawyer, Harvard graduate, but he had been reduced to a scared twelve year old child by a few words over a telephone. He coughed.

“Who is this? Why are you calling again?” she asked, then she stopped. With a small catch in her voice, she asked, “Is this Cooper?”

“Yes,” it was all he could get out.

“Oh, my living god...it can't be. Cooper? Where are you? Can I see you? Please, please, let me come see you," she begged, her voice filled with sadness.

“Where are you, Sasha?” he managed to ask.

“I'm at my grandparents' home in Columbus. Grandma passed away a few months ago, and she left me the house. Cooper, why did you call me?” she asked, a softness in her voice he thought he would never hear again.

“Give me the address. I'm here in Columbus now. Can I come see you?” he asked, ignoring her last question; it was too hard to tell her over the phone.

“Please. Now would be good, if that's okay?” and she gave him the address.

Cooper sat at his desk a few more minutes. He had to see her, but he was now full of anxiety: was she married? Was she angry about all that his parents had put her through? Why did she so desperately want to see him? He got up, brushed himself off and went to his car, typing her address in the GPS and driving to her house. He felt like he was in a trance.

Cooper parked on the street and looked at the house. He actually remembered it. Sasha must have taken him here one day when she was babysitting him. He sat in the car for a while, trying to gather enough courage to go up to the door. He looked at the house again, and saw her through the window. He could only see her a little, no details, just a shadow pacing back and forth in the room, wringing her hands. Well, he couldn't sit here all day. He got out of the car and shut the door, seeing her jump inside the house and walk towards the door. He hurried up the path, the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Sasha opened the door. Cooper stood there, looking at her. She looked back at him and they were at a loss for words. She finally took a step back, opening the screen door and inviting him in. He handed her the roses, his hands trembling.

“Oh, Cooper, they're lovely,” she said, then turned her gaze back to his face. He had changed in seventeen years. When adults don't see each other for a number of years, they change, but it is rarely so much that their friends cannot see past the few pounds or gray hair to see the person they used to be. But when a child of twelve is now twenty-nine, the changes are more drastic. Cooper still had the silky, slightly curly black hair and clear blue eyes she remembered. His mouth was still generous and looked better smiling because it reached his whole face, and he was smiling at her. She let out a sigh of relief, her first fear now gone. He didn't appear angry.

Cooper took her in, the bright emerald eyes and long lashes, the pink cheeks with a smattering of freckles since she'd been in the sun, and that long red-gold hair. It was still her best feature and his fingers itched to run through it as he had done so many times in those days long gone. Sasha set the roses down on a table and very tentatively put out her arms for a hug, as old friends will do. Cooper's heart raced, eager to hold his Sasha in his arms again before he remembered that she was not his, and probably hadn't been even in those hot summer days they spent together. He would have to tread carefully now.

He gave her a gentle, chaste hug, barely touching her. But she pulled him close, as close as she could get to him and buried her face in his shoulder. She wasn't about to let go after all this time, she had dreamed of Cooper and missed him and tried to get him out of her head for far too long. He gave up being the strong one and held her just as fiercely, the two of them letting eighteen years of hurt and longing run down their faces in tears. They stood, so close together, neither one wanting to be the one to let go first, until it was ridiculous.

Sasha let go first, but held on to Cooper's hand and brought him to the sofa to sit while she went to the kitchen and brought back two glasses of lemonade and some cookies. She sat beside him, and their hands gravitated towards each other until they were laced together once again.

“Where do we start?” Cooper asked.

“Why did you call me? How did you find me? I've been living in England for the past four years. I only came back to Columbus for my grandmother's funeral,” she said.

“I found your number on the letter you wrote to my parents a few years ago. I just dialed it on the off chance you might have the same number,” Cooper told her.

Sasha looked sad. She brought her emerald eyes to look at Cooper, “Oh. I am so sorry about Blaine. I called your mother to see where he was buried, but she wouldn't take my call. Oh, Cooper, it must have been devastating. I'm sorry...”

“Sasha, I just don't know how to tell you this, but at least it's good news. Blaine is alive. They lied to you. He didn't die in a skiing accident in Switzerland. He's in Lima.”

The shock on her face was like getting a punch in the gut, Cooper felt it and pulled away for an instant to gather his breath back. “He...they...oh, Sasha. I don't know how to tell you.”

“Just start from the beginning, Cooper. Tell me everything,” she begged.

“My parents brought Blaine home from Florida and told everyone it was their son. I had no say in it at all. They shipped me off to boarding school as soon as they could and I only got to see him on school holidays. Then when I was getting my law degree, they told me he had died in that accident. He wasn't even in Switzerland. He was locked in their attic. Oh, my god, Sasha...they locked him in a small room for three fucking years," Cooper told her. Sasha just sat with her eyes wide and her mouth open. Tears formed in her eyes, but she wiped them away, waiting for Cooper to tell her more.

“I had no way of knowing what conniving people they were, I never questioned them, just blindly believed what they told me," Coop continued.

“Then one day I got a call from a girl in Lima. She told me Blaine was hiding in a house with her friend and he needed me. Of course I didn't believe her, but she said some things only Blaine would know, and I came back from New York. It was him, he had been rescued and was living in this boy's home. His name is Kurt. But my parents had kidnapped Kurt and Blaine wasn't doing well, he was ready for a mental hospital by then, but we found Kurt and now he lives there with Kurt's parents.

“My parents are in prison for kidnapping and child abuse and neglect, so I have custody of Blaine. Just over Christmas I finally told him the truth - he thought I was his brother all these years. Sasha, he's broken, he's damaged from all that he's been through. But he's getting better. He's happy about me being his father. And he wants to meet you. I gave him a picture of you, Sasha, and he wants to meet you,” Cooper finished, the rush of words finally coming to a halt. Cooper took a deep breath, undone with emotion now.

“Oh, my god, Cooper. If I had known. But even from the first, I never stood a chance against your parents. They told me if I didn't give up the baby to them, they would have me arrested for rape, and I know they would have done it. Over the first few years, I tried to come close enough to see him, you know. The nanny would walk him in the garden in his buggy, but I could hardly see him from such a distance. Then I looked for you, I wanted to tell you I never wanted to give up our baby, but they forced me. If they had told the police, I'd have gone to prison and had to give him up anyway, so what could I do? I avoided the scandal and lost my baby – but I knew he would be with you, his father, and you would keep him safe, and one day you would tell him about us,” Sasha sobbed the last bit into Cooper's shoulder, his arms tight around her.

“Are you married?” he asked.

“No. I never met anyone I loved as much as I loved you, Cooper. I could never bring myself to do it, to forget you. What about you?”

“No, I never married. I was sent away to boarding school, then to college and law school. I went right into my corporate law practice from there and never got around to finding the right girl. I have a house in New York and now I have the mansion along with Blaine, but he wants to do something charitable with it, so it's vacant for now. And Sasha, I never married because I could never find a girl as sweet as you are,” Coop finished, his eyes never leaving Sasha's eyes. “I do have something to show you, if you'll excuse me for a minute,” Cooper said, getting up and going out to his car, bringing in a large book.

“Oh, is this Blaine?” she asked, turning the pages of the scrap book. Looking at the ones of Blaine especially, as he grew. Here was her son, his mop of curly black hair falling in his face, his golden hazel eyes looking out of his cheerful face, smiling a the camera. There were pictures of him with Cooper, floating paper boats in the river, riding a polo pony at one of his boarding schools, opening Christmas gifts. At the end of the book was a photograph of Blaine, his beautiful eyes shining as he smiled at another boy, this one a little taller, with chestnut hair and blue-gray eyes and just one look at them gazing into each other's faces said they were in love. Sasha gasped, looking at Cooper.

Cooper thought he should have told Sasha their son was gay before he showed her the picture, but he wanted to see her first reaction, and now that he did, he didn't know what to do, how to deal with it. At least he saved Blaine the pain of seeing the rejection when she found out, maybe he wouldn't tell Blaine he'd found her just yet...

“Oh, Cooper. He's all grown up. Look at him, I missed his whole childhood and now he's in love and I never got to be the one he brought his love home to. Oh, I missed everything, Cooper. Were you there, did you get to meet this boyfriend before and watch them fall in love?” she said with tears renewed in her eyes.

Cooper blinked. It wasn't at all what he had thought. She was only sad she missed this part of Blaine's life.

“That's Kurt. He's the one that found Blaine in the attic and saved him. Kurt and a few other friends hid Blaine and took care of him for months before they found me. That is who he lives with now, Kurt and his family. Blaine needs to have someone around him and I'm alone, so Blaine would be alone while I'm at work. We all decided he was better for him to stay with Kurt, I hope you understand. Nobody can calm him down when he has a bad spell like Kurt, he doesn't trust anyone else in the same way. Not even me.”

“Kurt must be a special person. Do you think I can meet Blaine? Would he want to see me after all that has happened?” Sasha asked, afraid of what Cooper's answer might be, but she had to know.

“I'll go home and tell him I saw you. I'll ask if he wants to come and meet, but I can probably tell you now that he won't come without Kurt,” Coop told her.

“Of course he must bring Kurt. I want to meet the boy that is so special in my son's life. Oh, Cooper, that sounds so....I don't know, so right. I haven't dared to call Blaine my son out loud. Ever. I thought he was lost to me, Cooper, just as I thought you were lost to me. We can stay in touch, can't we? Please.” Sasha's face was a picture of hope.

“Of course, now I've found you once again, Sasha, I'm not letting you go. I may have been too young when we parted so long ago, then I couldn't help what happened. But I'm in control now and I'm not letting you go again,” Cooper said, wondering if she would make him leave if he told her how he still felt about her.

“Are you ready for my confession? Can I tell you the whole truth?” he asked, searching her eyes to see if she might feel a shred of what he was feeling.

“Of course, Cooper. You can say anything to me,” Sasha whispered, afraid to say it out loud.

“I never married because I was still in love with you. I still feel that way, but now I don't know if it's a childhood memory that I want to relive or if it's a real emotion that I'll have the rest of my life,” Coop admitted.

“Oh.....I've felt the same way. I hated the decision I was forced to make back then, and I've never stopped missing you. Can I see you again, Cooper, soon? And can you bring our son to see me?” Sasha asked.

“I'll have to talk to him, he needs to make up his own mind. But yes, I'll be there this evening and I'll talk to him. I do want to see you again. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow evening?” Coop asked. He knew he should put some space here, go home and think about everything and take it slower. But he didn't want to, damn it.

“Okay, I will wait for you to call and let me know where and when. Cooper, it was so brave of you to come here, to call me. And thank you, for telling me about Blaine. Just, thank you,” she said, walking him to the door and leaning closer to him as he embraced her, kissing her cheek before taking his leave. She turned her face up and smiled at him, and kissed his lips before closing the door.

Kurt woke up first and watched Blaine sleep, gently stroking his cheek to wake him up. They had been up late last night, knowing they could sleep as late as they wanted this morning. It had been a better night than most, Blaine only having one nightmare, so Kurt called it a very good night. Blaine twitched in his sleep, his hand moving across the bed to find something, his face with a worried frown on it, even in sleep. He reached and found Kurt's leg, tugging it to bring him closer. Blaine was an absolute cuddle whore, even in sleep, and Kurt laughed.

“Hey, Blaine, want to wake up and have something to eat? I'll cook!” Kurt offered.

“Okay,” a sleepy voice said, Blaine's beautiful eyes opened to the bright day. He smiled up at Kurt, making Kurt's heart tug a bit at the love he felt every time Blaine looked at him like that.

“Want to take a shower first?” Kurt coaxed and Blaine was up in record time. It wasn't every day that Kurt let him share his morning shower.

They stumbled into the bathroom, taking off their clothes and shivering a bit in the cool air before Kurt got the water the right temperature and they both got in. Despite the sleepiness that Blaine just couldn't shake this morning, they ended up giggling and tickling, covering each other with slick soap suds and sliding their bodies together until they weren't laughing any more. Kurt pulled Blaine into a kiss, heating up the encounter as Blaine moved his tongue down Kurt's neck, nibbling and kissing the whole way. But he didn't stop there, his slick hands stroking Kurt's back and down over his round ass, squeezing the muscles and humming in satisfaction when Kurt's cock brushed up against his leg. Blaine knelt down and took Kurt into his mouth, going so deep Kurt took in a startled breath and grabbed the mop of curly hair to steady himself. Blaine was taking no prisoners today, as he licked across the crown, paying particular attention to the ridge before a quick slide of his tongue over the slit and back down so Kurt's cock brushed the back of his throat. He swallowed to encourage his boyfriend to relax and enjoy himself and Kurt did just that, moaning as he let the curls of desire build up in his belly and swirl down his balls to climb up the shaft. He had reached a certain pitch in his moans that Blaine knew meant there wasn't much time left, so he took his wet fingers and brushed across Kurt's entrance, pink and waiting for him. This was the key to let Kurt come undone and he came deep in Blaine's throat, moaning and calling Blaine's name as Blaine swallowed and swallowed to clear his mouth.

Blaine stood up, still a bit shaky from being on his knees on the hard porcelain, but happy he was able to give Kurt some loving care for once. And to look at him, it was just what he needed. Kurt's face was no longer drawn and pale, it was rosy with exertion and the smile on his lips was so kissable, Blaine leaned over to do just that. Kurt reached for Blaine's body, wanting to give him some pleasure, but Blaine backed up a bit.

“No, it's not necessary, Kurt. I can wait for later. You must be hungry?” Blaine said.

“You're right, I am hungry. But not for food...” Kurt said, dropping to his knees and taking Blaine into his own mouth, licking all over Blaine's cock at a fast pace, then slowing down to savor the moments. He was careful and exact in where he licked, knowing all the places that sent Blaine over the edge of excitement and sensibility. He had Blaine growling and panting in a matter of a few strokes and built up the pressure with little kitten licks before going down almost to his belly, humming to create a vibration Kurt knew drove Blaine wild. It was only a few more minutes until Blaine was shouting his name, moaning out his joy at the thrilling sensation that took over his whole body. He came fast and hard, surprising Kurt who choked a tiny bit before gathering himself and helping his boyfriend through the climax and stood up to hold him tightly for a few minutes as they settled down afterwards.

After rinsing away any remaining evidence of their morning lovemaking, they got dressed and went up stairs to get some breakfast.

Finn was standing at the kitchen counter, just taking a crumb cake out of the oven.

“Hey, guys, who's ready to eat?” Finn asked. Smiling at the two brothers of his heart, if not his blood.

“Oh, that smells good. I'm starving!” Blaine said, getting plates and flatwear out to set the table.

“Where's the little elves that cooked that for you?” Kurt asked, pretending to search under the cupboards.

“Hey, that's not funny, Kurt. I baked this myself, Gramma Sophie taught me how. I was waiting for Puck to get home from a job yesterday and she was baking, so she showed me how to do it. It's nice to have someone believe in me besides my mom,” Finn complained, feeling a bit low because they always thought the least of him, if there was trouble anywhere, you could bet his name would be called. But in his heart, Finn had trouble believing in himself. He sighed and looked over at Blaine to see if the table was set. Blaine smiled back, nodding at Finn to show he believed in him.

They all sat down to eat, and Kurt was pleasantly surprised, the crumb cake was delicious. He patted Finn on the arm.

“It's delicious. I'll never doubt your culinary skills again. You can bake for me any time, Finn,” Kurt said sincerely.

“Sure, dude, I'll do it any time for you.” as he smiled, laughing at the joke.

After breakfast, the boys went into the family room to play some video games, then watch a movie. It was late afternoon when Cooper walked in, his eyes searching for Blaine as soon as he entered the room. Blaine got up and followed him like a little lamb to his shepherd, Kurt close behind.

“What's wrong, Cooper? You look like...well I don't know. But you look different,” Blaine said as they walked into the dining room and sat at the table.

“It's about Sasha. Your mother. I called her and she's living in Columbus,” Cooper said, “She asked me to meet with her, so I drove over to her house.” Coop was beginning to have some trouble speaking, he was so filled with emotion. Blaine moved closer and put his hand on his father's shoulder.

“Was it bad?” Blaine asked.

“No, no it wasn't. She was trying to see you when my parents told her the same thing they told me – that you had died in Switzerland. She cried when I told her you were still alive, and what had happened to you. I showed her pictures of you,” Coop told him. “I showed her the scrapbook I showed you last week.”

“There's a picture of me with Kurt in there. Did she see it?” Blaine asked, avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. Did she know he was gay? How did she react?

“Yes. She started to cry, Bee,” Coop said.

“Oh. Well, then I guess she won't want to meet me,” he said, all the excitement leaving his face. Kurt's arms went around Blaine's waist and he kissed his cheek.

“No, Blaine. You don't understand. She was crying because you looked so happy. She was so glad you had found Kurt and she wants you to come and see her -both of you. If you want to, of course. She doesn't want you to be uncomfortable. I can go with you if you want to.”

Blaine looked shocked and Kurt was beginning to worry a little about him.

“Are you okay, baby? I know it's a lot to take in, but I will be with you the whole time. You don't have to go if you don't want to, Bee. Just sit and take it all in for a while and make the decision later,” Kurt said, stroking his arm and placing kisses on his neck and jaw.

“He's right, Squirt. You take as long as you want to decide, okay?” Cooper told his son, leaning forward to place his hand on his cheek for a moment, looking into his eyes to gauge if everything was okay.

“No, I don't need to think about it. I want to see her. When can we go?” Blaine asked, thinking the sooner the better because he would have less time to build up the dread he was feeling.

“Okay, I can call her tonight,” Cooper offered.

“Coop, ah...Dad? Can I call her now? I just need to hear her voice,” Blaine said before he could back out.

Cooper looked at Blaine. It was the first time he had actually called him “Dad”. He took out his phone and handed it to Blaine.

Blaine looked through the contact list and pushed the button to call Sasha. It rang.

“Oh, Cooper? What did he say? Will he see me?” a breathy voice came over the line, so full of hope it made Blaine gasp.

“Ah..no, this isn't Cooper. Sasha? Mom? This is Blaine,” he managed to squeak out, searching for Cooper's hand to hold.

“Blaine? Oh, will you come to see me? Or I can come to you. I don't want to scare you, but I'd give anything to just see you...” Sasha said over the phone.

“I can come see you, when will it be good for you?” Blaine asked, hardly able to hold the phone he was shaking so badly. Kurt took the phone from him when he saw the tears start falling.

“Sasha? This is Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt. He is not really able to speak right now. Can I give him your message?”

“Oh, the boy in the photo. Is Blaine okay?” Sasha asked Kurt.

“Yes, he's just a bit emotional. He'll be okay. He wants to meet with you,” Kurt told her.

“Is tomorrow too soon? Oh, you must have school?” Sasha asked.

“We get out at 2:00. It's an hour to Columbus. Can we meet at 3:30?” Kurt asked, getting a nod from Cooper.

“Yes. Cooper knows how to get here. I'll be looking forward to it. Please come, too, Kurt. I want to meet the boy that put that smile on my son's face.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye for now.”