Rachel's grip on the steering wheel couldn't relax and neither could her eyes. They would glace at Kurt, who sat in the passenger side of the vehicle. His fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh and his eyes were glued out the side window watching the trees fly by. She wondered what ran through his head. What was he thinking? She could tell something was odd. Her eyes would then travel over to Blaine. Her eyes set in a scowl. She hated how he was forced to come. She hated how her fathers didn't know why she refused. She doesn't understand why they would even make Blaine come with them. Especially after the dinner last night and questioning Kurt. Did they now see how he hesitated when they asked questions?

Her eyes went back to the road listening to the GPS give off the directions to a little place called Kiwi Spoon in the town of Rocky Hill. Apparently it was like Pinkberry. Rachel looked in the review mirror again.

"Blaine! Put that god damn cigarette out!" her outburst echoed throughout the car. "This isn't ever our car and even if it was, no smoking! You are not giving me cancer. You can infect yourself as much as you want, even though I prefer that you don't. You can't do it to me!" Blaine rolled his eyes and muttered something inaudible. He then opened the window slightly to throw out the burning cigarette.

"Blaine! Oh my god, you just littered!" Rachel complained once again from the driver's seat.

"Jesus Rachel, either I littered or give you cancer, pick your poison!" Blaine said sulking down in the seat crossing his arms. Rachel pursed her lips and her hand gripped the steering wheel tighter. If that was even possible. She couldn't comment. She'd rather have both, no smoking and no littering, but something told her she wouldn't win that argument. Since littering was only going to cause him pain if caught, then so be it.

She deserved good health. She didn't do anything wrong. She deserved the longer life then someone who was poisoning themselves. She mentally sighed as she watched the snow beginning to fall on the windshield. Rachel shook her head slightly, wondering if she would ever see her old Blaine again. Or was she just being selfish for wanting this? Is this who he is now? Is he going to be this way for the rest of his days? Is she going to have to bail him out of jail when they are both 35? Will he end up living in her basement or worse on the streets? Or is it just a long phase and he will make it big in live with what he decides to do. . . Will be come back or just be somebody that I know?

"Rachel, the shop is in the plaza right there." The sound of Kurt's voice made her jump. She had almost forgotten that he was even in the car. This was the first time that he had spoken since they left the house and entered the car.

"Turn right at 347 Cromwell Avenue, Rocky Hill, Connecticut," The GPS commanded. Rachel obeyed and glanced at Kurt from the corner of her eye with a worried look – again.

The snow was still light and falling slowly as they entered the yogurt shop. There was limited seating and all the furniture looked like it came straight form an Ikea magazine. The lighting fixtures included. A couple sat in the corner at one of the two tables placed inside. They were grossly captivated with each other. Rachel felt like gagging watching them.

There was cup stacked high placed next to the eight self-serve yogurt machines. Each machine had a different flavor yogurt. Vanilla and Chocolate had their own machine with a nozzle for swirling them together. The other machines mothered Strawberry, Thin Mint, Oreo, New York Cheesecake, Cappuccino, Hawaiian Coconut, and a vegan yogurt. On the other side of the machines was a buffet of toppings ranging from fresh fruit to cereal to hot fudge and caramel to any candy you could imagine. Over all the place is kind of tacky but cute in its own way.

Blaine immediately went and sat down at the remaining table. Kurt frowned, that was what he was planning on doing. After Blaine being forced to come and the awkward filled car ride, Kurt didn't feel like having frozen yogurt anymore. To busy lost in thought. But now he rather spend the three dollars then sits at a table with Blaine even if this could be the best time to say something. However, that isn't going to happen.

Kurt placed his cup filled with vanilla and the small amount of topping on the scale. He paid and grabbed one the kiwi green spoons. He then waited for Rachel to finish paying before going to sit down at the table with Blaine. Silence followed. None of them having anything to say.

Kurt placed his tiny cup of frozen yogurt in front of him on the table. He played with it a bit moving everything around so it was all mixed in. then placed a tiny bit on his spoon and brought it to his mouth to eat.

Blaine sighed form across the table causing Kurt to eye him carefully. The curly haired boy stared intently out the window into the parking lot admiring the snow that was falling. He wore a pensive expression and Kurt couldn't help but wonder what was causing him to think so heavily like that. Kurt questioned if there was more to Blaine then what he shows. There just had to be. Or the plane ride situation wouldn't have happened.

"So Kurt," Rachel said breaking his train of thought. Kurt looked quickly over to her hoping that he wasn'tcaught looking at Blaine, but she was looking down at her vegan frozen yogurt and when their eyes made contact he took a bite of his own yogurt. "While you were in the shower this morning, I took the liberty of looking up to see if Wicked had rush tickets and unfortunately they don't."

"What?" Kurt muttered silently and Rachel nodded.

"But they have this thing called lottery tickets where they place your name in and pick randomly. Just like a normal lottery. So I'm not sure if you wish to do that, buy our own tickets, or see a different show. I think Jersey Boys and Evita have rush tickets." Kurt thought for a second and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Blaine scoffing.

Rachel snapped, "What Blaine!? What!?" Kurt closed his mouth and looked over to Blaine to see if he was going to answer.

"Your obsession with Broadway," Blaine chuckled. Rachel dropped her spoon and glared at the boy

"My- my obsession?" Rachel asked amused. "There once was a time where Broadway was the only thing you ever talked about. Something that you have always wanted to be a part of, if I do recall." Blaine's posture changed, sitting up straight his eyes glaring at Rachel. His eyes burning with anger.

"Never. That was a very gay idea," Blaine commented trying to keep his voice under control. For some reason Kurt felt hurt by that remark.

"New flash Blaine, you are gay!" Rachel argued back.

"Correction, I am not that type of gay," Blaine's eye brushed on to the Kurt.

Kurt stood abruptly, "I-I- I'm going to use the bathroom." His voice was broken a bit and he walked off. Rachel brought her hand to her temples rubbing them slowly.

"I am so done, Blaine." She whispered. "I am so done." Blaine didn't say anything; just stare down at his hands in his lap. "I can't take this anymore. I can't handle your bullshit or your stupid smoking. I've put up with it ever since middle school. But I can't do it anymore. You are breaking my heart."

"You treat Kurt like he some cheap whore. Even after I told you not to. Even after I explained to you that he has gone through so many different things. It is talking a toll on him. He won't tell me anything that you have done or let me tell anyone. It's- it's like he's trying to protect you. I don't know why or what the point is of him trying to protect you for. Why he would protect you, god knows. But I can tell you that he is breaking. I don't know if he noticed but I do. And it is all your fault. Whatever that you are doing to him…" she explained. Blaine still didn't say anything which Rachel took as a good sign. It meant that he is listening.

"And Papa and Dad. God Blaine, I- Don't you understand what you are doing to them? Don't you see what you are doing? You are hurting them terribly. They don't know what to do with you half the time. Can't you see the worry lines they wear now and the dark circles under their eyes? They are running out of options for you, Blaine. Don't you see? McKinley is the only thing left for you. If you screw this up you are done. There is nothing left for you. We are all so lost Blaine. We don't know what happened or what changed." Rachel paused taking a deep breath trying to regain her voice and stop her tears that were threatening to fall.

"What happened, Blaine? We used to be best friends; we used to be so close."

"Things change," Blaine finally spoke his voice quiet.

"Don't give that shit, Blaine. What changes? What the fuck changed? Why can't you tell me? We used to tell each other everything! You are the only family that I have Blaine. We can't lose each other."

Blaine laughed, "Bull shit, you have Jeffery and Nathan now. You have a family. I'm the one who lost all of my family."

Rachel stared at him confused, "You didn't lose me. Jeffery and Nathan, Papa and Dad, are your family too." She informed.

"No Rachel, you are very wrong. I lost you a long time ago before we even met Jeffery and Nathan. You should have just agreed to go with one of those adoption parents that wanted you – without me. Instead of waiting till you forced someone to take me as well. No one wanted me. They always wanted you! Miss Perfect. They didn't want the boy who played with Barbie dolls, Rach. No one ever wanted me. It was always you."

Rachel wore a broken expression.

"That's not true," Rachel tripped over her words.

"Oh yes it is Rachel. You just ignored all those parents that talked to you when they left not taking us. I didn't. I knew the reason why they left. They left because they didn't want the both of us. They wanted you. You erased it from your mind." Rachel opened her mouth to speak but Blaine wouldn't allow it. "Jeffery and Nathan, they didn't want me either but they wanted you so bad that that they agreed to take me as well. They took me, only, because they wanted you and the only way they could have you was is if I came too. You were drifting from me before then but that is when you officially left me." Blaine's voice sounded broken but angry at the same time only breaking Rachel more. She didn't understand.

"You were so fucking blinded and so was I at first," he let out a small laugh. "We were so excited that someone finally wanted us. It wasn't till we hit fifth grade that I began to question – everything. You began to not notice me or anything else. You didn't noticed how people; aunts, uncles, grandma acted around me – around you. You were blinded from everything and I mean every single thing."

"That is not true, Blaine. Come on," Rachel commented.

"Oh yeah? Did you noticed the first day of six grade? Or that everyone was bullying me?" Blaine questioned her.

"I-I," Rachel didn't know what to say. Was it a sign? Did this all really happen? How did I not notice but . . .? "But that day you came home and got expelled. I knew then. . ."

"No, no you didn't. You just glanced in my direction. That wasn't the beginning and that wasn't the end either." Blaine said.

"I tried to talk to you. I tried to get you to tell me."

"I shouldn't have had to tell you!" Blaine snapped. Tears were beginning to run down Rachel's face.

"I don't- I don't know what you want from me. I don't know what you want me to do."

"There is nothing you can do. Not anymore," Blaine responded.

"That is ridiculous, Blaine. You are not a lost cause."

"Rachel, you don't get it. I don't want your help. I don't need your help." Blaine told her turning to look back out the window.

"Why? Why don't you want my help?" Rachel demanded.

"Because you lost your chance to! There is nothing to help. This is who I am now and if you don't like it then tough shit. I'm not going to change just because someone else want me to. Besides, I like who I am." Blaine informed her.

"Well I don't Blaine," Rachel stood. "One day something is going to happen and I am not going to be there to help you. I am done Blaine. I hope you understand what I am saying. I miss you so much. I want my brother back."

"I never left."

"Yes you did!" she screamed. "I don't know who the fuck you are anymore. I hate who you became." Rachel turned from the table, leaving her melted yogurt and the car keys, and stormed out of the restaurant.

Blaine remained sitting at the table thinking over the conversation in his head. He felt a bit guilty for that coming out the way it did, but it had to be done.

"Where'd Rachel go?" Kurt stood besides Blaine picked up the car keys that she had forgotten.

"She left," Blaine grunted. Kurt gave him an inquisitive look before glancing out the window. The color draining from his face.

"You let her leave . . . to walk where ever she was planning on going in this fucking snow storm?" Kurt barked.

"She's a grown woman she can do whatever the fuck . . . she . . . wants. . ." Blain voice traveled off while he watched the snow now falling ridiculously hard now.

"She could freeze to death!" Kurt shouted at Blaine.

"I didn't. . ." Blaine stopped talking. Kurt shook his head.

"I am going to go find her," Kurt said clutching the keys and walking to the door.

"Sir," the worker behind the counter spoke. "We are not allowed to let anyone leave with the conditions are they are right now." Kurt gawked at him.

"Why didn't you tell that to the girl who left about five minutes about!" Kurt pushed his way out the door.

"Sir! The conditions are very dangerous for driving." He informed but Kurt had already left.

"Are you fucking serious?" Blaine muttered standing and making his way to the door.

"Sir, didn't you hear what we told you friend?"

"Fuck you," Blaine flipped off the guy and left through the door.

Blaine watched Kurt fumble with the keys at the drives side door.

"Are you fucking nuts?!" Blaine exclaimed causing Kurt to turn and look at him in shock. Kurt rolled his eyes and continued to try and open the door.

"No are you?" Kurt tested.

"You can't drive in this weather," Blaine ignored Kurt's comment eyes squinting because snow kept falling in them.

"And why the fuck do you care what I do!?" Kurt argued getting highly annoyed.

"Because!" Blaine slammed the driver door shut right after Kurt had opened it and locked eyes with Kurt. Silence followed.

"Exactly, you don't. No I am going to take this car and find your sister." Kurt stated matter of fact. "Now it is your choice, you come with me or stay here with the dumbass that didn't stop Rachel." Blaine thought over his choices before moving around to the other side of the car. Kurt nodded unlocked the doors and got in.

They drove for about five minutes neither of them talking, just looking. It was hard to see out the windows – all of them. The snow was falling to hard and too fast.

"Maybe she went the other – Oh Shit! Kurt, look out!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt's eyes widen in horror watching the car on the other side of the road began to swivel in their direction. Kurt tried his best to move but the other car hit theirs and Kurt lost complete control.