The weather was cold that day. It was already November. She couldn't believe that it was already six months since her friend was murdered. She still wasn't sure what to think about this whole case. It was getting weirder and weirder. Weirder, because she has learned that Wevid had actually DISAPPEARED. Was it some kind of serial killer? Was someone hunting wealthy New Yorkers? Was she on a hit-list too?

Last month she met with the rest of New Directions and the Warblers in Neff's wedding and they told her that NO ONE knew where Wevid was. She remembers them saying that they would catch the killer, but they had apparently failed. She was never good friends with Neff or any other kid from Dalton, but to be honest – she wasn't really goods friends with anyone. She remembered that she had felt lonely in high-school… Those days are over now.

She was SOMEONE now. She was a well-known diva! She just KNEW that her dreams would come true. How could they not ? She was amazing, wonderful, her voice was remarkable, she KNEW since she was a little girl that she would be a star on Broadway… and look at her now! SHE WAS! She was living alone… but who needed love? Who needed people to be close to her, when she could be close with her biggest love? Music and carrier? Broadway was her husband.

She still refused to believe that Kurt Hummel, her main competitor and the closest thing to a friend she ever had had decided that he would settle down with an actual human being. And even more – give up on Broadway completely and choose fashion?

But maybe the rumors were in some way true? Maybe Blaine killed Kurt? As far as she knew Blaine he was a good guy… but he also was a great actor, nearly as good as her. And he could keep up with her vocally, that was something BIG. But still… what if he was jealous of the carrier which Kurt could have had and DEMANDED that he give up on Broadway? What if he finally realized that he couldn't shut a diva like Kurt in a cage and killed him? Anything could happen in the lives of people as theatrical as her, right? And Kurt definitely had a high level of theatricality; it was highly possible that Blaine had it too.

"Crap," said Rachel, noticing that she was completely lost "Excuse me? Can you tell me where am I?" she asked some guy whom was sitting under the tree

"Of course, lady," the man was clearly drunk. He stood up and tried to grab Rachel. The girl managed to run away from him.

"Come on, lady! I will tell you where you are!" she looked over her shoulder and saw the stranger pointing at his crotch "I will show you heaven girl!"

"You wish," smirked Rachel and kept running. She ran till she finally reached a more populated area. "People! I've never been so happy before to see people!"

She looked around. Yes, she still was lost, but she hoped that she would reach town center. She actually saw a bus stop here; that was a huge improvement.

"Food, food, give me some food!" she heard a voice. "Give me some food people!" she turned around and saw a guy sitting on a street. He was wearing rags, was dirty and unshaved. He also had a really long, black, messy hair, covering most of upper part of his face. "Food" he moaned again. She noticed also that most of the people ignore him… but he still seem to look at every person who was walking past him. Like he was searching for someone particular. "I haven't eaten in three days! Food!" he whimpered.

Rachel decided to come closer. This man was clearly hungry and sober. At least he seemed sober to her. Beside – his moaning and whimpering were horrible for her very delicate, sensitive and highly specialized ears. She couldn't risk her perfect hearing and she was sure that she would have to spend some more time in this area … So silencing this beggar was her only goal.

"Food!" he moaned again "Food!" he seemed to notice that someone was approaching him directly because he lifted his head and looked directly at her "Giv…" he stopped suddenly when he saw her clearly. He looked like he was scared. She looked closer…

'Wes?'

"Oh my god!" she screamed taking another step "Why a…"

She felt a hand on her lips silencing her. Another hand reached for her waist, she felt someone's chest behind her back. Someone was pulling her into the dark alley! People were standing near her, she was sure that they were seeing what was happening! So why was no one trying to save her?

"Help!" she tried to scream, but her screams were suppressed by the hand on her lips. She tried to free herself by kicking her leg backward, but the person who was holding her clearly knew what she wanted to do, because when she was standing on one leg – he kicked her in it causing her to trip. She was hanging now, held by the strong hand resting on her waist.

"I won't hurt you, just stop fighting or I will have to," she heard quiet voice. It sounded familiar… She looked down, trying to see the hands of her kidnapper 'African-American… is it..?... No… IT CAN'T BE!'

She tried to struggle again, without any result. She opened her mouth and somehow managed do bite her kidnapper in the finger. She heard the quiet scream of her kidnapper.

"That's it… You were begging for it. Sorry," she heard the voice and then felt that hand which till now was holding her lips lifted up.

"He…" she managed to scream, until she felt a strong bat on the back of her head. She lost consciousness…

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"Where am I?" she opened her eyes. She was in some closed chamber. The walls were black and lights on the ceiling were really weak so she was lying in almost complete darkness. She noticed that there were no windows, and that… THAT SHE WAS LYING DOWN! LYING ON BED! "DON'T RAPE ME!" she screamed to silent room.

"Only if you'll be a nice girl," she heard amused voice say from somewhere in the room. But it was too dark in there, she couldn't see anyone.

"WHO ARE YOU?" she screamed

"Sorry that I hit you. I had to take you from there as quickly and as quietly as possible. And you know that silence is something that is quite unusual in your case," she heard again, and this time managed to locate the source of the voice. Someone was sitting near the door… DOOR! If she only managed to run through this door… She would be free!

"Why are you keeping me?" she tried to keep his mind off looking at doors.

"I don't keep you," her kidnapper giggled. "We usually keep our prisoners in here and you are not one… But I thought that you would probably try to run away and I can't let you. Not till you manage to calm down and talk to us."

"Why should I talk to you!" she stood up quietly and started to going toward doors as quietly as possible. "You kidnapped me! And probably raped me!"

"Oh god! You haven't change, have you? You will never change. I HAD TO take you from there because you would have blown up something on on which we have been working for half of a year and we couldn't let you." The voice definitely sounded familiar… but she couldn't believe her hearing right now. She probably had a concussion.

"Come with me." Her kidnapper stood up "I can't turn on the light in here and you probably wouldn't believe anything I told you right now, so come with me to the light and see for yourself what's going on. Besides, what you were doing in there? It's a shit hole. You should be thankful that I 'kidnapped' you because some one else would certainly WOULD HAVE kidnapped you. And this time seriously kidnapped."

Her kidnapper was going away from her, going away from the doors. He was going deeper in the darkness. Did he think that she was so stupid? That she would go with him to the dark when she sees a door in here? And light under it? She waited till she heard footsteps reaching some point far away from the doors.

"If I were you I wouldn't go through that door," she heard the voice say.

She was sure now. He was quite a long distance from the doors. She started to run. He wasn't even trying to run toward her. Why he wasn't running? She reached the door, opened it… WALL! Behind this door was a wall! A wall with small lamp sticking through it. That's why she saw the light under this door! She was trapped! There was no way out! Now he probably will kill her or even worse! Do something what will damage her remarkable voice! She started hitting the wall with open hands and whimper loudly.

"Just grab her for fuck's sake!" She heard another voice coming from the ceiling.

"Kurt would kill me if something will happened to her," said her kidnapper calmly.

"Kurt…? THAT'S YOU, HIS KILLERS! I WILL CALL THE POLICE!" she screamed wildly.

"Grab her or I will go down and silence her for ever! She called me his killer! I would never hurt him!" voice from ceiling was angry this time.

"Calm down, she is just freaked out. She didn't mean that… Come Rachel," said the first voice calmly. "You will feel stupid when we finally see the light."

"You know my name?" she calmed down a little bit.

"Of course I do! You're Rachel Berry!" said the voice with a shadow of hope in it. He sounded like he was glad that she had started to communicate with him.

" Everyone knows that! I'm famous!" she hissed.

"And fucking stubborn. I don't know what he saw in you," called the voice from ceiling, more calm this time.

"But does everyone know that you are Rachel Berry, that in high school you were nearly obsessed with Finn Hudson, who was the step brother of Kurt Hummel? Would everyone know that you have two gay dads and that you were always competing with everyone in your choir room and nearly fought with Mr. Schue if he gave 'your' solo to someone else?" the voice of her kidnapper was calm and friendly.

She slowly stood up and started to go towards him

"Good, that's it."

"Say more about me," she demanded still going slowly.

"You were always fighting with Quinn Fabray because you were both in love with Finn. You broke up with Finn when you headed to Broadway. You went to New York with a group of five people: Wes, David, Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine. You went to Broadway, Mercedes and Kurt went to fashion school, Blaine went to music school, Wes and David started their own company and were mostly partying… Do you need more?" She was sure now, who her kidnapper was . But why?

"David," she called quietly.

"Finally!" screamed the voice from the ceiling. "I thought that you would have to tell her every detail and even the size of her bra and panties."

"We were really drunk, don't remind me," snapped David.

She came near him and saw that he is holding hand toward her. She grabbed it. He silently pulled her closer. She saw him reaching for some point in the wall. He touched it and small window opened, showing a lock behind it. He took a key from his neck, put it in the lock and opened it. The wall suddenly slid down, revealing some very bright light. She closed her eyes, not used to it. David was still pulling her so she took a step towards the light. When she opened her eyes – she saw a small corridor and stairs heading up.

"Ladies first," David told her, releasing her hand. She went toward the stairs and started climbing. "Don't freak out when we head upstairs. It looks like some kind of science fiction movie," giggled David behind her. "And try to be a little bit less annoying. Wes has some small anger and power issues… He always loved to be in charge, now he is a little freaky about it…"

After a few moments of climbing, which felt like for ever, Rachel finally reached top of the stairs. She saw only ceiling above her. "Is it some kind of joke? No one plays jokes on Rachel Berry!"

"Reach you're hand up and push it," David told her.

As he said, she did. He was right, it wasn't a ceiling. It was trapdoor. When she pushed up – it opened, revealing a strange blue glow. Intrigued – she took the last steps… And realized immediately what David meant by 'science fiction movie'. She saw group of people, twelve, maybe even more, sitting in front of computers and others strange electronic equipments. Every machine was blipping with a blue light illuminating the mostly dark room. She looked around and realized that there were no windows in this room either. Were they underground ? Where are they ! Wevid or no Wevid, she wanted to run away from this strange place as soon as possible. She took a deep breath and whined by accident. In that moment, when she made noise, every pair of eyes in the room immediately looked at her. Most of them were wearing glasses and were really pale. The blue glow made them look like they were from different planet. And it wasn't the only thing that made them look like aliens; their eyes were unfocused, and unreadable expressions were on their faces.

"It's O.K. guys, go back to work," said David calmly. And as he spoke, they immediately went back to their work, like they never were interrupted. She felt a shiver running through her spine. If she wasn't scared as hell already, she probably would be right now.

"They are humans," giggled David, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Geeks, computer nerds, hackers… Most of them have been closed in here for four months now… They aren't really complaining." He smirked. "They aren't prisoners," he told her seeing her expression. He knew that she was a vegan, humans' lives were probably as valuable for her as animals'. "They just don't want to leave this place… Most of them locked themselves in their separate rooms years ago. We just gathered them in one place." He looked at her again, she looked like she was about to faint. "Come on, let's go to the surface." He pushed her gently. "Three steps to the right, then just go straight till you reach the elevator… And don't be scared, they won't eat you." He giggled again.

"Where are we?" asked Rachel finally, going to the elevator and trying to look everywhere, but not at those strange, pale faces. She felt like she was gonna be sick.

"We hired a private investigation agency," explained her David quietly. "It's all theirs… This whole facility, guards, detectives, nerds… To be honest – we don't do shit. They don't really let us… But don't say it to Wes, he is already pissed off."

"So you just sit here, all this time?" she nearly screamed. Their friends were looking for them like crazy, even asked police to find them… And they are just sitting in one place, hiding from the world? She appreciated drama, but it was a little bit too much.

"No" said David firmly.

"So what you're DOING?" demanded Rachel. She finally reached the elevator. She was glad. As the sooner she finished this whole creepy case with Blaine's creepy friends, the sooner she would be taking a calming bath in her apartment.

"You can say that we are some of them." David took a deep breath, reached toward the special plate which was fixed near the elevators window and put his hand on it. The machine made a strange noise and the elevator doors suddenly opened. "We are plying secret agents among them… but to be honest…" he entered the elevator, Rachel did too. "We are just circus monkeys… They let us go to their operations and observe people and even interrogate some of people they catch… But if something even slightly dangerous happens…"

The elevator reached the floor, but the doors hadn't opened . Rachel realized that the same plate as outside the elevator was inside it. David had to open it.

"To be honest, it's too much." He looked at Rachel. He looked really tired and much older than he actually was. "But Wes really freaked out after Blaine's death. Don't get me wrong, I want to catch their killer too. But when he told me about this agency… You know that we are nearly bankrupt? The good thing is that we can sit in this house for years, because this agency never closes the case until it is definitely closed… And we paid the highest price, which guarantees us that we won't have to pay again. But they told us that chances that they will catch their killer are really low, because probably it was just some drunkard who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they usually are find killers or spies, someone who actually matters. They are helping us in finding the proof that Blaine DIDN'T kill Kurt, but that's all to be honest. And we are just circus monkeys because as I said – they only let us do things that are not really dangerous. When it IS dangerous – they quite literally don't let us leave the house. But Wes thinks he's the boss. That we will catch their killer and come back to normal life… There is not normal life for us anymore…"

"That's why you disappeared? Why you stopped contacting your friends? Why you weren't even at Neff's wedding? They don't let you?" Rachel looked at him carefully. There was something odd about him. He looked like David… But he wasn't David anymore. His charm had disappeared, his eyes were nearly empty and even when he was smiling – the smile never reached his eyes. It wasn't the always partying David whom she knew. This David had completely given up… on everything.

"No, that was us. At least the wedding. They told us that they could escort us to the wedding. We could also contact them… through agents, but we could still bring our friends here… We just don't want to." He sighed heavily

"But why! You know how freaked out they are? They think that their beloved Wevid is dead!" Rachel screamed

"Wevid is fine… But it's not the Wevid they knew anymore." He reached a hand to the plate and opened doors, cutting her off from saying another word.

"I have a camcorder in the elevator, you know?" she heard Wes's voice from the room outside the elevator.

"I know," David smirked and disappeared into the room. Rachel took a deep breath and did so too. She looked around. It was strange. Like she had suddenly come back to reality from some strange SF movie. She was standing in the salon of a typical American suburb house. She saw big windows and wooden doors; she knew that there was at least one more story above her because she saw the stairs… She also saw various wooden doors to various rooms.

"Are you coming or not?" she heard Wes's voice say from the room on her left, but she was still staying in the same position, not sure if she should move or not. She had already seen David who was looking really bad… She was even less optimistic about Wes. After what she saw on the street…

"I still don't understand why you brought her with us," continued Wes.

"She was unconscious because of me."

"So what? You still should have left her. Now she knows and probably will tell everyone. You know what a blabbermouth she is."

"I certainly am not!" screamed Rachel, storming angrily to the room. "I am not a bla…" she cut suddenly short when she entered the room and saw Wes and David. They were… cuddling… CUDDLING! David was sitting on the bed, his back leaning to the wall and Wes was lying on bed, between David's legs with his head on David's stomach. David was delicately massaging Wes's forehead and temples.

"Not gay," snapped Wes. She looked at him with wide eyes. He looked… normal. Well… not normal if someone knew him before and saw how different he was now, but he certainly didn't look like a beggar. "Makeup!" he screamed. "I was observing people and waiting for our suspect… You really thought that I was a beggar?"

"I hadn't had a chance to think about it. Someone's hand interrupted my thinking." She looked at David pointedly.

"Fair point." Wes sighed heavily. "David, I'm fine now. But next time – say it to my face." He looked up at his best friend.

"You know that I don't have the courage. Not after you punched me last month," said David calmly.

"I said sorry," Wes took David's hands from his head.

"You broke my nose." David winced.

"Bitchy." Wes smirked and slowly sat up on the bed. "And as for you – Miss Berry… What we should do with you?" he stood up and looked at her… But it felt like he was looking THROUGH her. Through her body and soul, seeing everything… It was scary.

"I won't tell anyone… Just let me go…" she looked at David hopefully.

"You don't want to know what we know already?" asked Wes with a small smile on his lips.

"I…" she hesitated. Fair point – she certainly DID want to know… But if knowing meant…

"They won't lock you up," said Wes like he was reading her thoughts. O.K. Now she was really scared. He was… intimidating. "I can't promise you that they won't observe you, maybe even spy on you… But probably they will either way , because you're here and you know about us… And David already told you too much. You should thank him." He looked behind his arm and looked at his best friend, narrowing his eyes

"You… you know what we were talking about?" asked Rachel in small, scared voice.

"Cameras." He pointed at something behind her and after she turned around she saw a computer standing on the desk. "The whole house has them." She looked at him again, feeling like she was in some kind of freaking Big Brother scenario. "Even the toilets and elevators… And I can see everyone and everything." He smiled with a control-freak smile.

"And that's basically how he lives right now." David suddenly appeared behind her, causing her to jump. She hadn't heard him moving! Was he some kind of freaking ninja or something?

"At least I don't spent the day giving you some freaking herbs and don't spent one half of the day searching the internet for information about how to calm down someone with control and anger issues and the other half staring through the window or at a Klaine photograph. And all of this with completely blank, unfocused and empty eyes." Wes looked at David with a strange expression; something that Rachel couldn't really read was hiding behind all of it.

"You need me," said David calmly. "Besides," he came closer to his friend and put a hand on his waist, "they aren't that bad." He pointed at his eyes.

"Yes, they are." Wes came even closer to David, now their noses were almost touching. "Do you even feel anything anymore?" he looked deeply into David's eyes.

"I felt when you punched me," giggled David.

"Oh! My! God!" screamed Rachel suddenly after examining the distance between them. She was pretty good at reading body language. And if she was right, again… that would mean that… "You're doing each other!"

"That was one incident," said Wes looking at her with irritation.

"Two…" said David really quietly .

"It was one night, so I take it as one. The night after Klaine died…" Wes reached for David's hand and squeezed it.

"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" screamed Rachel covering her ears.

"You are the one who asked us… well – who TOLD us that we, and I will quote 'do each other'. So you have no right to be mad at us that we are giving SOME information," snapped Wes.

"You're right," said Rachel quietly, trying to calm him down a little bit. David was right, he could become really mad really quickly, and considering the fact that he even PUNCHED DAVID of all people – she felt that she REALLY didn't want to provoke him into hurting her.

"I'm always right," smirked Wes, he kissed David quickly on the cheek and increased the distance between them, but they were still standing really close. The sides of their bodies were still touching and David's hand was still on Wes's waist like he was keeping him in one place, maybe even in one piece.

Their relationship had always been something odd for Rachel, but she was starting to understand it now. They weren't a couple, but they always were LIKE a couple. dated girls and she knew that they were never exclusive in living with each other even when they were living with each other in one room at Dalton and everywhere since they finished that school. They were always saying that they would live together till one of them found themselves a nice girl and decided to live with her. But it was something more than just fear of living alone. There was affection between them. Very deep, unbreakable affection. They knew that they had always had it and always would. And even after something happened which destroyed both of them – they still had each other.

"So… what DO you know?" asked Rachel finally when she realized that two of them could stand like that the whole day if she didn't take the initiative.

"One thing before we say anything – if you suddenly decide that you want to tell someone WHAT you know or even that you found us – I'm almost certain that they WILL lock you up here," Wes warned her.

"And trust me – you don't want to live with two of us in one home," giggled David, sounding almost hysterical. Giggling… Rachel thought that it was his thing now. She remembers that he giggled almost all the time before the process, during it, after… It wasn't happy giggling… It was nervous, almost insane giggling. He was right; she certainly didn't want to live with THEM.

"How long I must lie that I don't know anything?" asked Rachel.

"About proof – at least until we manage to re-open the case. About us – probably always. It's better like that. And don't argue with us. They deserve better than two madmen . They deserve to remember us the way we were, not the way we are now," said David, and she could hear in the tone of his voice that he was deeply convinced about it.

"You are scared of us, and don't play that you aren't." Wes looked her deeply in the eyes. She shuddered involuntarily. "I have my proof," he smirked "And trust us, we don't want to intimidate our friends like that. You understand it, right?"

"I will try…" she said quietly. "I mean, try to understand, not not to tell, because I won't tell…" Rachel heard herself hesitating. It was unusual for her.

"Good." Wes freed himself from David's embrace and went toward the computer. Rachel looked in surprise at David, who showed her with a head motion that she had to follow Wes. Wes sat behind the computer, opened a folder and wrote a password. When she came closer – he opened some document and with the cursor – showed her that she had to read it.

"What is it?" she asked intrigued. She was nearly sure what it was, she wasn't just sure why it was evidence.

"Death certificate," explained David. "Blaine's... You see anything odd about it?" he asked almost playfully.

Wes sighed and showed her with cursor what she should read carefully. She read it again… TIME OF DEATH: 5 am

"WHAT?" she frowned "Mercedes found them at 5 am! And he was already dead!"

"To be precise… Mercedes found them at 4:59 am. At least at 4:59 am the call was made to the police. The police got there at 5:10 am, they took their bodies to the morgue at 7 am after taking photographs and securing evidence. At 8 am they called their families to inform them about the death of Kurt and Blaine," said Wes mechanically, like he was telling it for the hundredth time in a row.

"Mercedes told us something else," said Rachel, trying to remember exactly what Mercedes had told them. She couldn't remember precisely what was odd about her statement, but something was wrong.

"Mercedes is lying…" said David softly "At least partially – because she told the court the truth, she is just embarrassed to tell all of you what really happened."

"What?" she nearly screamed.

"She had a panic attack," clarified Wes. "She doesn't know what really happened, because they found her sitting in Klaine's kitchen. She was sitting on the floor, shuddering and gasping for air. She was a total mess and the police called an ambulance for her. So her part in the whole story ends in the moment when she made the call. After that – she was in too much shock to remember anything."

"Oh…" was all that Rachel could say in this situation. She knew she HAD TO speak with Mercedes and she had to do it SERIOUSLY.

"But this is still in documents. That an ambulance was called at 5:20 am and that it took a young African-American woman to the hospital to give her some medications to calm her down," continued David.

"What is NOT in the documents is fact that a second ambulance was called at 6 am and took to the hospital a young man with a head injury and gorgeous hazel eyes." Wes smiled a little.

"You mean that Blaine was still alive?" Rachel opened her mouth in shock.

"Technically – yes. He died in the hospital. At 5:58 am he blinked and gasped for air. Which means that they were with him in ONE ROOM for almost A HOUR, taking photos of him and even moving him slightly… and they HADN'T NOTICED that he was STILL BREATHING." Wes was breathing heavily. Rachel could tell that he was really pissed. She understood why…

"That's one of the reasons why it's not in the official documents – because the police messed up. Because they ignored small things showing that his heart was still beating, like for example the fact that he was still warm. At least – too warm for a dead body," David continued for him , putting hand on the shoulder of his best friend.

"Second thing – the doctors at the emergency room did something illegal. I'm thankful that they did it, but it's still illegal. So when the police found out about it – they forced the doctors and paramedics to keep a secret and lie that Blaine was already dead when they came to the place of incident," said Wes.

"What did they do ?" asked Rachel, intrigued. She felt bad for it; she knew that she shouldn't be so intrigued by this whole case… But it was getting more and more interesting with every second.

"Blaine's brain was dead," David told her. "His body was still working, his brain – no. He had brain stem death. Every test which they did showed it. They should have done everything to keep him alive as long as possible, contacted his family and taken organs for transplantation if his family wished it or the patient had filed an organ donor declaration… Which Blaine had filed, to be precise, but they found it after they took him to the morgue and it was too late already… They should even have observed him for a few days till they could clearly say that his brain steam was dead… Apparently a big hole in his head and parts of the brain on the wall is not enough… But they didn't try to keep him alive. At 7 am he had serious breathing problems… and they just stood there, watching him dying, waiting till he finally stop breathing and his heart stop beating. He died at 7:15 am."

"They euthanized him?" said Rachel angrily.

"You can say that… Technically – they refused to give him needed medical attention and saved him from the life of vegetable, kept alive because of respirator..." clarified Wes. "But it's still illegal. They just can't make this decision without his family's will. The only case in which they could have done that was if Blaine had DNR… Which means – do not resuscitate. A special declaration which is usually filed by people who are terminally ill. A declaration which Blaine certainly hadn't filed."

"O.K… I mean – I understand that this whole case is even more fucked up than I though it was… But I still don't understand how it is evidence that Blaine didn't kill Kurt." Rachel shook her head a little.

"It isn't certain evidence… But it shows that Blaine could have gotten shot at any possible hour that night. They know at which hour Kurt died… And with Blaine – because he died in the hospital but his brain wasn't working for hours already – it could be any hour. And we are really close to finding proof that Blaine actually got shot BEFORE Kurt," finished David.

"Oh god," Rachel gasped, putting a hand to her lips. "It's huge," she said finally after moment of complete silence "Like – really huge."

"Yes, it is." Wes smiled a little. "You can't kill somebody when you are already dead… Well, at least no unless you are a zombie or a vampire," he smirked.

"Wait…" Rachel interrupted him, trying to sort in her head everything that she had heard already. "You said you are glad that they let him die… Why?"

"Because it's something that he would really have wanted." Wes took a deep breath. "He wanted someone to pull the plug immediately if a situation like that happened. And I don't know if I would have had the strength to do it."

"You mean he was actually thinking about a situation like that?" asked a surprised Rachel.

"You can say that," said David. "And telling the truth - Kurt was to. He never told you about the day when he met Blaine's aunt Molly, am I right?" Rachel nodded in agreement.

"To be honest… I think that this one day really changed the way in which Kurt looked at the world, at life… at us – kids from Dalton… You know, that after this day he told me that he actually thought that our life was super happy? That every kid from Dalton had a wonderful life just because we had a lot of money?" Wes smirked.

"Yeah… it sounds kinda like the old Kurt… I mean, Kurt before he entered Dalton… I must say that he grew up at your school," said Rachel. "Of course, Dalton never had anyone as fabulous and talented as me." Wes fought the urge to roll his eyes. "And the fact that he came back to us shows the superiority of New Directions…" David opened his mouth to say something, but after seeing the look which Wes was sending him – he decided that he would let it pass. "But your school also did something good for him. He changed… in a good way."

"Yes… he did…" said David. "I still remember conversations which we had after that day and what he told me…"