Seeing as they both had the day off, Blaine suggested they spend the day together, and winded up in Central Park. Kurt was hesitant, at first, but he knew the only way things would get totally back to normal was for him to get out there and not be so scared.

The sun was warm upon his face as he sulked in all the energy it had to offer. Spring was close to ending and with summer approaching, the days were getting warmer and warmer, much to Kurt's pleasure. He loved the heat, though he preferred to stay inside most days.

The sun disappeared for a moment, causing Kurt to open his eyes. Fuzzy from squinting, Kurt saw the shadow's face.

"Looky what I found," Blaine smiled from above. Sitting down beside him, Blaine showed Kurt, who groaned softly as he came into a sitting position, the newspaper he was holding. The title: "'Love By Any Other Name' by David Porter."

"Omigod! It's David's article! Open it! Open it!"

Blaine laughed, opening the paper to the first page, finding the article David had been working on for several months. It featured reviews, stories from ordinary people talking about love, and the piece David had written.

""Love By Any Other Name' by David Porter." Blaine cleared his throat, beginning to read. "I was going to write this article on the dark side of night clubs and the cruel and devious ways of those who work there, but something came up. A friend of mine, someone kind and friendly, who never said a bad word to anyone, was attacked one late evening some time ago. His life almost lost due to the carelessness and think headedness of those who didn't like his lifestyle. It changed him, you see, and it changed me too. It made me realize how important the little things are and how easy they could go away in a blink of an eye."

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"Growing up, I was raised to believe love is something you cherish, and something everybody deserves. As a young boy, I had manners and grace."

Brittany appeared by Artie's side, placing his lunch on the table before taking a seat beside him.

"Thank you, sweetie." He spoke, kissing her cheek before going back to the article.

"Instead of putting gum in girls' hair and showing them toads to get a squirm from them, I treated girls like princesses, just as I was taught. This trait carried on through my teenage years into manhood. Instead of the rest of the guys, who were merely trying to score with girls, I was curious to them, and gave respect to all the young women around me.

I had a girlfriend - daughter of an old family friend - and everything seemed perfect. Hannah was fair and beautiful. She came from a good family and would have made a great wife. I gave her everything she ever wanted, but to my great dismay, she wanted everything but me. She traded me away for another and I was left alone in the dust.

Not long after, I began to ponder if love wasn't meant for everyone, and that I wasn't really in love with Hannah, but that I was in love with love itself. Slowly, but surely, I began to lose hope. Pushing away my attempt to find the girl I was meant to be with, I stuck my head into my writing and went to school. I succeeded greatly and graduated with honors, moving into a fantastic apartment in a wonderful neighborhood with my best friend. I got a job at the paper and started my new life."

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"That was, until an ex-friend of my decided to take me and our buddy to the hottest place around: Club Cheeri-Ohs!"

Wes sat in his desk, reading the daily news paper, instead of looking over his files like he meant to.

"Your coffee, Mr. Sullivan." Clara, his assistant placed the cup in front of him. Wes waved her away, too involved in the article.

"You see, it's not a normal club, nor is a strip club; its more of a modern burlesque club. The performers would dance around and sing popular songs, all while slowly losing clothing inch by inch. Afterwards they'd come and mingle, and then go on their merry way.

There were three that caught the most attention. The perky Charity, who was sweet as pie. The perfect Porcelain, who was witty as he was charming. And then there was Lolita, who stole and crushed the hearts of hundreds of men with just one look. For all those who know the 2001 film, Moulin Rouge!, Lita was a living and breathing Satine; adding on more sass and a tough exterior."

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"She was almost the perfect woman. Attractive, smart, talented, strong willed, and above all, she was a fighter. Tons of men gave her money, including myself. Ironically, I got into a fight with a friend over her and somehow I came out triumphant."

Finn sat in bed, reading the paper aloud to himself and his new bride. They didn't have to be in the club until late that night, so the two spent their morning ajusticing to their new, queen sized mattress. With the sheets wrapped around herself, Rachel leaned into her husband, to kissed her head softly before continuing to read

"We got together and my heart began to sing again. She was everything I could've ever wanted. All except for one thing: she refused to give up her life at the club. At first that was fine for me. It was her job and her life before me, and we had just begun to see one another. Asking her to change would've been too selfish. But soon the jealousy got too much of me. I remember staying up at night, wondering who she was with and what they were doing. The pain was almost too unbearable.

We were together for almost a year when we came to an end. It happened during a fighting, which started due to my jealous over her dancing with another man. I told her she deserved better, but she wouldn't listen. And then I told her I loved her. She froze at that, not expecting it. It wasn't the first time I had said it, but it was definitely the most meaningful out of others. When she didn't say it back, I lost it. With my fingers digging into her skin, I began to shake her, begging her to say it. But she didn't. With my head held high, I left the apartment and never came back."

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Santana sat alone in her apartment. So busy with packing boxes and making arrangements, she almost missed the morning paper. She wasn't one to read much, but this particular front page caught her eye.

"I should've known from the beginning that it wasn't going to work out. I was in love with love and she was in love with the night. Our paths would never end the same way. But for everything its worth, I don't regret a second of the time I spent with her. I fell in love with Santana, and that's a love I doubt I will ever forget. Maybe I'll move on and find someone more compatible or maybe I'll live alone with my laptop, and watch in a bitter sweetness as all my friends live happily ever after. Either way, the memories served me well, even the bad ones.

I didn't write this article to tell you about my depressing love life and I didn't write it to get publicly either. I wrote it to tell you - no matter what happens in life, where you go, or where you end up, or who you end up with - to cherish the small things. Love isn't something to bargain with. It's not something you can buy or deny. It's a feeling; the only feeling stronger than hate. As melodramatic as it may sound, when you have love, you can overcome anything. Whether it's a disability holding you back from do something, or jumping back into the game after life changing experience. Or even depression."

Santana lowered the article onto the bed, her mind wheeling. With her emotions getting the best of her, Santana closed her eyes, and clutched her stomach, who was slowly beginning to form into small, round shape.

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"Love can change you for the good. It's something you shouldn't turn your back on, and it's something you should have until the very end. Because without love, what is there? Absolutely nothing."

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Kurt said, pulling Blaine in for a sweet, loving kiss, not caring who was around to see.