"Im sorry- what?" Kurt asked her as he stood there with a questioning look.

"Come with me to LA," she replied. "My manager wants me to fly in for a couple of weeks so I can get some marketing done for the album were releasing next year."

"Mercedes, as much as I would love to spend the next two weeks running around LA with you, I have so much prep to do for the show-" 

"Oh no, dont you dare pull a Rachel Berry on me," She snapped. "You have a good couple of weeks before rehearsals start and you can easily bring your scripts with you." 

"But-" 

"But, you know what else is in LA? Your phone, and more importantly, your boy toy Blainey." she continued.

"Oh god, not you too," Kurt complained, putting his face in his hands. "Its bad enough that I have to hear it from Santana!"

"Whatever, thats beside the point. Dont you want to get a chance to talk with Blaine in person?" she questioned.

He stopped for a moment and lifted his hands from his face. Going to LA meant not only getting away with a celebrity and getting his phone back, but it also meant spending a solid two weeks with Blaine. The same Blaine who he had grown fond of over the past few of weeks. He glanced back at his bed, which was covered with various notes and an open, heavy looking script, which was marked halfway though. "Well... it might be nice to get a change in scenery..."

"Is that a yes?" She asked coyly with a hint of a smile shining though.

"Fine. Yes," he replied with a small smile and a roll of his eyes. "When do we leave?"

"When are you free?" she countered before quickly holding out her hand to silence him. "Actually, dont tell me, Im kidnapping you whenever I need you."

"Best friend of the year, everyone," He muttered jokingly with a giggle.

"Oh shut up, Im totally doing you a favor," she responded as she pulled out her phone. "But ah, just in case, you might want to start packing now. I know it takes you a while." 

She spun around and headed back towards her own room as she composed a text. 

To Blaine:
Its done. See you in 3 days.

~

The last 3 days for Kurt had been absolutely insane. When Mercedes sprung the spontaneous vacation on him, he had to scramble to get things done. First, he had to check with the director to make sure he would be back in time for rehearsals. He made sure the director had both his and Blaines numbers in case anything happened. Second, he had to figure out what to pack for this trip. If you thought his morning routines took long, you clearly havent seen him plan for trips. It took at least a full day for him to plan all of his outfits. Thankfully though, he managed to get it all done in time (god knows what would have happened if he hadnt), and now everything would hopefully be smooth sailing. 

Very early that morning, she woke him up by slamming a pillow on his head, complaining that they needed to get going if they were going to make it to the flight on time. He grumbled some curse words into his pillow before dragging himself out of bed and stumbling over to his closet to change into what he had laid out the previous night. He had decided on a dark green short sleeved dress shirt with a black vest, dark skinny wash jeans, and his favorite pair of black loafers. He stripped off the pajamas he was wearing and got dressed as quickly as he could, still grumbling about his lack of time. Once he was dressed, he made his way over to the bathroom and stared at his reflection. He quickly went through a shortened version of his skin care regimen, cringing at the lack of time he was spending on it, and then moved on to tackling his hair. It fell to one side, flat, unruly, and knotted. He ran a brush through it a couple of times before grabbing his moose to style it upwards. After deeming it worthy of public view, he exited the bathroom, making sure to bring anything he would need.

He heard Mercedes call for him one last time before grabbing his suitcase and heading out of his bedroom, hitting the lights as he left. As he rounded the corner of the hallway to make his way over to the front door, he saw Santana standing in the entry way with a red suitcase and phone in hand. Before he had a chance to ask what was going on, Mercedes came into view.

"Kurt are you- Santana what the hell do you think youre doing?" 

"Um, what do you think Im doing?" She said gesturing to the bags sitting on the floor next to her. "Im coming with you!"

"Oh hell to the no, I would have to be insane before I let you come with us!" She said. "And besides, you dont even have a plane ticket."

"Think again. I stole your phone last night while you were sleeping and changed the number of tickets from 2 to 3." she said smirking. "Youre stuck with me."

Mercedes let out a puff of hot air. "Fine."

Santana smiled, obviously happy that she succeeded in getting what she wanted. She walked out the front door without waiting for a word from Mercedes or Kurt. The two of them glanced at each other and rolled their eyes as they followed her out. 

The car ride to the airport wasnt much better, seeing as Santana decided that the topic of conversation should be "things Kurt should do with Blaine once they got to LA." Lets just say he had to hum his favorite songs very loudly while he covering his ears for most of the trip. About a half an hour later (although it felt much, much longer than that), they were pulling up to JFK and making their way through to the airport. They moved quickly in hopes that Mercedes would go unnoticed. Thankfully, they got through security and bag checks safely (at one point Kurt had been worried half to death that his bag would be stolen or hair products would be confiscated), and they made their way to their gate to wait for the plane. 

The waiting was uneventful. They were either talking to each other or on their phones for most of the time, and aside from the one little girl who recognized Mercedes and asked for an autograph, most people walked by without a second glance. Eventually the time to board their flight came, and the trio of friends was just glad to be relieved of their boredom.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked Mercedes as she got out of her seat. The flight attendant had just called for all the first class passengers and she had gotten up, rolling her suitcase behind her as she walked over to the boarding area.

"To get on the plane..?" She said, leaving Kurt and Santana to stare at her questioningly. After glancing at each other, they got up and followed Mercedes to the boarding area. 

"When you travel with Mercedes Jones, you travel with style."

~

Three and a half hours later, the trio arrived at the LAX airport, ready to start the day despite the time difference. Luckily for them, getting through this airport without being noticed was a walk in the park. People were too busy trying to get to and from flights, so no one paid any attention to them at all. They were however, noticed by a man who smiled and waved them over. Kurts imagination ran wild for a moment, hoping that it might have been Blaine. But as they got closer, it became evident that this wasnt the curly haired man from the bar that day. This man was a complete 180 compared to Blaine. He stood almost as tall as Kurt, and was dressed in white jeans, a black v-neck, and a pair of red Nike high tops. He also had a pair of black framed sunglasses on and wore his baseball cap backwards.

When they got close enough, Mercedes beamed at him and gathered him into a hug. "Jake, its so great to see you!" she exclaimed as they pulled away. 

"Its great to see you too Mercedes!" he replied. "How was the trip?" 

"Long, but thankfully we got by without being recognized too often." She turned back toward Kurt and Santana. "Jake, I would like to meet my friends, Santana Lopez and Kurt Hummel. Guys, this is Jake."

"Ah, so youre the legendary Kurt Hummel shes always talking about!" He smiled as he made the connection. "Tell me, how did the audition go?"

"Great actually! I was just told that I got the part!" He said, happily enjoying that Jake cared enough to remember. 

"Thats fantastic news! Congrats!" he said.

"Thank you," Kurt replied.

"Did Cedes here ever talk about me?" Santana interjected with her hands on her hips. She was clearly not entertained.

"How could I forget the stories about theSantana Lopez?" 

Santana just rolled her eyes. After chatting for a little while, they decided to get out of the airport and back to the house before they attracted any unwanted attention. The four of them piled into Jakes red jeep and made their way through LAs early morning traffic. Kurt took this moment to take in the scenery around him. There were tall green palm trees growing on every corner, and people everywhere walked through crowded streets, stores, and restaurants. The further they drove, the closer they got to an amazing view of the beautiful blue ocean in the distance. When the beach came into view, Kurt could see there were kids running after dogs and swimming with their friends and family. After driving for twenty minutes or so, they pulled into a gated community where they streets were more secluded and quiet. Only a few recognizable celebrities were going out for a run or walking their dogs. Finally, Jake pulled into the driveway of a rather large white house. 

They all pulled their bags from the car and made their way to the front door. Once they entered the house, they finally got a good look at the inside. The foyer was quite large, with a set of two staircases on the left and right, both leading to the second floor. A glass chandelier with shimmering lights hung a good 29 feet above them. Looking through the set of staircases, a large living room with white leather couches and a huge flat screen TV could be seen. Before any of them could explore the house any further, someones phone started to ring. Kurt turned around to see Jake answering his phone.

"Hello?" he asked.

Kurt couldnt hear who was talking on the other side, but he did see the annoyed look on Jakes face as he listened to whoever was talking.

"Okay- okay. I understand, Ill be there soon." He hung up the phone and slid it back into his pocket. "That was the owner of the venue Im going to be performing at on Thursdays. They want me to come in to check and see if I want to change anything about the stand. Do you guys want to hang out here or....?"

"No, its okay. Ill come with you," Mercedes said. "Its been a while, it would be nice to ride around LA."

Mercedes turned towards Kurt and Santana. "Anyone else?"

"Ill go," Santana said. "Hopefully therell be some hotties there."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and turned to look at Kurt. "What about you, Kurt?"

"Thats okay, you go. Ill stay here and unpack, itll give me some time to go over lines," he replied, grabbing ahold of his bag again. "Ill just see you guys later, Im sure I can find something to do here."

"Okay, if you say so," Jake said. "If you need anything, just call me. I think Blaine wont be back for a couple of hours... I think he went out with his friend, Wes." 

Kurts heart dropped. He wasnt here. "Okay."

He watched as the three of them left their bags by the door and shut it behind them as they left. As the door slammed shut, Kurt turned back toward the living room and rolled his suitcase behind him. The living room felt even bigger now that he stood in the middle of it, the high ceilings and the big open windows making the room feel larger then it really was. He set his suitcase down and walked over to the window to check out view. The backyard had a giant patio with a pool and deck off to the side. A path of dark grey stones led to a stone fire pit out in the backyard, although it looked like it hasnt been used in a while. He was so distracted that he didnt hear the footsteps coming up behind him.

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped out of reflex, and quickly whipped around to see who had said his name.

"Hello, Blaine."