The first MaF meeting was amazing.

Destiny Wilson, a Muggleborn Gryffindor who was in the fourth year now, came to Kurt. “Kurt, you would not believe what happened to Olivia this summer. It was so bonkers.” She pointed to her friend Olivia Moore, who was also a Muggleborn.

“It was absolutely bonkers, Kurt, I was training my Patronus because I wanted a corporal one and I got one! And guess what?” She gestured him to stand back. “Expecto Patronus!”

Something silver shoot out of her wand. It was transforming into something.

It turned out to be a freaking Pikachu.

A lot of Muggleborns and halfbloods started laughing. A lot of people screeched ‘Pika, Pika, Chuuuu' or something similar. They also made several other Pokémon sounds.

“It is a bloody Pikachu. I'm not feeding you porkies, I mean you can see it with your own eyes.”

“Well, that must be a cock-up,” a Hufflepuff Muggleborn said and Kurt tried not to laugh because ‘cock-up'? Seriously? He had lived in England for five years now and he still couldn't understand British Muggle slang.

“No, it's absolutely magnificent!” Olivia shrieked and she joined the others who were making Pikachu sounds.

The purebloods all stared at the group of Pokémon fans with wide eyes. “What in Merlin's name is a Magikarp?” one whispered. The other simply shrugged back. “I don't even want to know what this rubbish is!”

Kurt laughed when someone described his favourite Eeveelution and went back to the New Directions, who were standing in their usual corner.

“I'm not even going to ask,” Quinn threw her hands up when Mike, Lauren and Finn also started making Pikachu noises.

And that is how this year basically started. I still want to know what a Luvdisc is, but Fabray had to ruin it all for me.

Life went on. Kurt talked a lot to his dad about the wedding and helped Blaine with studying for his O.W.Ls.

He went to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop with Blaine and there was so much pink in that place, it was unhealthy. But still, it was lovely. Well, until Sam broke up with Quinn and they spent most of their time there comforting Quinn, who was sobbing on Kurt's shoulder.

… Thanks Quinn.

But who the hell breaks up in Madam Puddifoot's? Sam was ‘bonkers' for letting Quinn go and there of all places.

Three weeks before Christmas, Blaine stormed into the Ravenclaw common room. A lot of freshmen Ravenclaw students gaped at him with a bewildered expression on their faces. Quinn, who was bitterly eating ice cream on the couch, moved away.

“Please, go to the party with me!” Blaine blurted out before throwing his arms around Kurt, “I am actually terrified!”

Kurt quickly glanced to Quinn, who was now sitting on the other side of the common room with her bucket of Chocolate Chip flavoured ice cream. She shrugged. He shot her a ‘you-are-not-helping' look and turned back to the tensed up Blaine in his arms.

“What party, honey?” Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head. His gel also tasted like raspberries. It was crazy.

“Professor Slughorn caught me defying gravity alone on the Quidditch field. Instead of giving me an on-going boring lecture about safety and all that stuff, he complimented me. And even worse, I am in the infamous Slug Club now!'

“Oh my god,” Kurt said, shocked.

“Oh my god indeed. And you know it's almost Christmas.” “Shit…” Kurt muttered then the realisation sank in. “Please, go with me. Or I'll ask Mercedes, or Quinn. It's your choice, but please don't leave me alone there.”

“When is the party?” Kurt asked. He didn't want to stay at Hogwarts again. He had to be there for his dad's wedding.

“Two days before Christmas break! I convinced him to move it, because normally, it's on the 20st of December, but I don't- this time my parents actuallyasked me to come home,” Blaine beamed, “I can't let that slip.” Kurt hummed in agreement.

“So… come with me?”

And of course he ended up saying yes.

And it was one of the best damn decision Kurt had ever made in his life. Why? Members of the Slug Club got extra privileges. For example: going to the Muggle world for clothes-shopping. And by Muggle world, professor Slughorn meant London.

It was so far away from Scotland, but he made it happen. Kurt and Blaine spent most of the time strutting around. They were in London.

L O N D O N.

Kurt had trouble breathing. They ended up buying two designer suits for the party and had dinner in this place called Pret A Manger.

At the end of the day, Kurt was beaming. He also made up his mind. London was great and Kurt knows that he had to go back, but New York was still his ultimate dream.

The party was that evening and a) Blaine looked fine as hell and b) he was also nervous as hell.

The Slug parties were infamous for their lavishness. Apparently, professor Slughorn had a big budget. Kurt had no idea how.

The door opened and Quinn entered one of the boys' bedrooms. Kurt was already gone and Quinn thought it was the perfect opportunity to go through his, Mike's and some other guys' rooms.

She went through all the beds, searching for that one thing.

Meanwhile, Kurt held Blaine's hand when they entered professor Slughorn's office. There were a lot of students, teachers and waitresses. They played some jazzy music on the background. It looked quite bearable.

“If it isn't my boy Blaine,” professor Slughorn patted Blaine on the back, “So happy you're here. Welcome, welcome. Let's get you and your date something to drink.” He waved his wand and one of the waitresses heard a small bell ringing. She made her way to the boys and Slughorn.

“Alright, what do you and the lady want? We have almost everything!” Slughorn said, laughing loudly. He didn't notice Blaine's ‘are-you-kidding-me' glare and Kurt's hard bitch face.

“Well?”

Kurt nodded to Blaine. “A Limalush for me and a gillywater with cherry syrup for the gentleman,” the put the stress on ‘gentleman.'

“You heard the man,” Slughorn said to the waitress, still oblivious to Kurt's bitch stare, “Thanks Emma.”

“So,” it was time for Blaine's second attempt. He didn't want to be ‘heterosexualized', a word he made up when he was thirteen. His family came over and his aunt tried to set him up with his cousin. It was really awkward and uncomfortable.

Mostly because Serenity was a lesbian.

But her parents didn't have to know that.

“Professor, this is Kurt. I don't know- have you two met?” he grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him closer.

Professor Slughorn studied Kurt. “Oh, yes! He had an A for his O.W.L. It was rather impressive, but I don't remember inviting him?”

Blaine's eyes looked like they were going to plop out. “I invited him, sir! He's my date!” Slughorn was thrown off guard, but then to Kurt and Blaine's surprise, he smiled brightly.

“Oh, sorry! My misunderstanding,” he waved it away, “I forgot you were one of the brave young men who danced together at the Yule Ball two years ago.” The waitress, Emma, came back with a tray full of drinks. She handed them their drinks and went away. It almost looked like she fled away.

“Don't mind her. She has some small social anxiety problems. She'll overcome it,” he clanked his glass against Blaine's.

Kurt looked to the direction Emma went. He knew that anxiety isn't anything that goes away easily. He wondered what she was doing here.

“… dance floor?”

Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and turned back to Blaine. “Dancing? Us?” Blaine asked. Professor Slughorn was already gone. “The song changed to… well this.” This song was slower, it was a little bit indie and most important: it was beautiful.

“I thought you'd never ask.”

Blaine lead him to the dance floor and Emma's was already off Kurt mind.

—

“My dad is getting married today,” Kurt repeated to himself, “My dad is getting married today.” He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wore the suit he wore to Slughorn's party. Normally, repeating outfits would go against Kurt's fashion rules, but the suit was too good for just one occasion.

He did have to add a red flower to it, though. The New Directions were going to perform and Kurt had required the girls to wear a red dress and the boys to wear a red flower.

“My mom is getting married today,” he heard Finn's voice and Kurt smiled.

The wedding was beautiful. It wasn't just an ‘ordinary' wedding, oh no. Kurt's dad had found one of Kurt's wedding sketchbooks and followed the one he liked the most. Also, his dad and Carole literally danced to the aisle. There was no classical piano piece or something. The New Directions were singing pop songs.

Kurt was proud of his dad.

It all went smoothly, but Kurt braced himself for Finn's best man speech. The only reason Finn was best man was because Kurt simply declined. Someone handed Finn the microphone and Kurt firmly squeezed Blaine's hand. He shot Finn a ‘do-not-ruin-this!' look.

“… and of course, to my new brothers Kurt and Blaine!” Finn raised his glass and laughed when everyone stared at him and Blaine confusedly. “Ah, come on, man. Everyone knows Kurt's gonna marry that boy, so why not? Cheers!”

“CHEERS!” the crowd joined him.

“I can't believe he just did that,” Kurt whispered icily, “I don't know if I'm supposed to be annoyed or amused.” “I am definitely amused,” Blaine giggled.

“To my new family!” Finn handed his glass to Puck, who looked quite satisfied with it, heh, and moved to the stage. “I am not that good with song choices, but this will work.”

I've been roaming around
Always looking down is all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

The New Directions members got up and started to slow dance with their significant other. Or just a friend. Sometimes, Kurt forgot that not everyone dated each other in this club.

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

To Kurt's surprise and Rachel's obvious annoyance, Finn danced (or he tried to) to Quinn.

Someone like you
And all you know
And how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street

Blaine, who was leaning on Kurt started quietly singing along.

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night
While you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me
Somebody

Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody

Everyone let go of their dance partners and circled around Finn.

I've been roaming around
Always looking down is all I see

The crowd went wild. Finn walked over to Kurt and the boys hugged each other. Kurt looked over to Quinn and he raised an eyebrow. She blushed.

Finn let go of Kurt and went over to Puck. Kurt confronted Quinn. “Wanna tell me something?” he asked and he crossed his arms.

“Uh, I guess I'll be your sister-in-law if we stay together.”

Kurt almost threw up. It was not that he didn't want Quinn to be his family or something, in fact, he'd love to be her family. But the thought of her marrying his brother – oh wow, he had a brother – wasn't appealing at all.

“How long?” he finally managed to ask. Quinn shrugged. “Couple ‘f weeks.” He nodded. Kurt didn't know why, but every time Quinn told him about her new boyfriend, it was hard.

Then, someone patted on his shoulder. Blaine was smiling. Quinn excused herself and they were alone. Well, not alone because they were in a crowd, but alone.

“My dad is married,” Kurt said, “I still can't believe it. I have a mom.” “Well, you also never thought you'd be a gay wizard with a super hot boyfriend, but here you go.” Kurt snorted. “Touché.”

Kurt leaned closer. “Your birthday is in two months,” he whispered, “We'll both be sixteen then.” “Yes, for three months,” Blaine smiled. Blaine loved it when they were both the same age. “And then you're a grown-up.”

Kurt hadn't thought of that yet. He knew that wizards entered the horrible adulthood at seventeen, but it never really hit him. “I don't want to grow up,” he said and finally kissed Blaine. Puck made some noises in the background, but both boys couldn't care less.

They had kissed before – duh – but this one felt different. It felt better than the others. Everything around them disappeared; the people, the noise they made, the music, the damn room.

It was just the two of them.

—

Quinn was furious. Kurt could see it. He eyed his brother – he still couldn't believe he had a brother – who was talking with other MaF members in a corner. He looked calm and he didn't seem to notice Quinn storming to the group.

“Where is it!” she yelled and everyone went quiet. Finn finally noticed her. “One of you has it! I want it back!”

Everyone stared at her. The whole MaF room went mad.

“Quinny,” Blaine finally said, “Is this because of what happened to my birthday party? I swear, we didn't mean to.”

“No, not that you bloody arsehole!” she exploded and the British MaF members looked impressed by her Britishness.

Blaine held both hand up defensively.

“It's my pearl!” she exclaimed, “It has been gone for months now and I'm getting tired of searching. The one who took it better gives it back, or else…”

“Quinn, honey,” Finn slowly approached his yelling girlfriend, but Quinn shoved him away. “Not now, Finniebear!” she screamed at him and Santana snorted and softly applauded her. “Finniebear, really?” Santana said to Brittany.

Quinn continued her rage. “Someone took it and I want it back! You know nothing, absolutely nothing, about her! You do not deserve to know! I want it back right now or I'll go mad and I swear to god, there will be consequences!”

Everyone gaped at her. She was totally crazy and no one knew why.

“Quinn, what do you mean?” Kurt asked slowly and he stepped closer. Many MaF students tried to stop Kurt, but Kurt was determined to calm his best friend down.

“MY PEARL! I SAID MY PEARL! I WANT MY PEARL NOW!”

“Quinny…”

“It was in my room. In my special little box and now someone took it. Someone here took my pearl and I need it back. She gave it to me when we were little.”

And out of nowhere, she started crying. She broke down and Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, Finn and Tina all ran to her.

“I need it back, baby,” she clutched to Finn's chest, “I need it back.”

Blaine hushed her sweetly and Finn held her close. Rachel turned away and Tina looked worried. Artie wheeled over. “Why? Who would do that?” he sputtered.

“I am missing something?” Kurt said.

“She is missing a pearl, Kurt, a freaking pearl,” Blaine looked worried too, “Do you know how important pearls are?”

Kurt shook his head and Blaine took him away to a quiet corner. “Since 1998, pearls have been really important in a wizard or witch's life. The mermaids of the Atlantic Muggle Ocean managed to find them. They are extremely rare. The mermaids sell them to shops everywhere, but like I said, they're extremely rare. There's only one shop in England. It's located in Diagon Alley next to Twilfitt and Twattings.”

Kurt had heard of that place. Apparently it was better than Madam Malkin's.

“When someone gives you a pearl from the Atlantic Muggle Ocean, it really means something. It means unconditional love. They're not cheap, so it is a pretty big deal,” he nods to Quinn, “Someone probably gave her one. And now it's gone. I totally understand why she's so upset.”

Quinn was still crying in the background. Kurt sighed. “We have to kick the thief's ass,” he said bitterly. Blaine nodded.

It turned out it wasn't stolen at all. They found it a month later. A house elf gave it back. She had accidentally took it with her when she was cleaning the girls' bedroom. She didn't notice until Winky asked her where she found it. She felt guilty, but Kurt assured her it was okay.

Quinn almost killed her, though. Tina and Santana, who was visiting, dragged her to her room.

Kurt wanted to know who gave it to her, but he didn't want to pry. Still, he asked.

Quinn's eyes widened. She was with Kurt and Blaine in the Great Hall, studying. Or Blaine was studying for his O.W.Ls. Kurt and Quinn were pretending to help him. She looked around. The hall was pretty empty. It was a sunny say, so most students went outside. There was also a Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch game now. Blaine wanted to go, but O.W.Ls….

Quinn sighed. Blaine looked up from his Herbology book and put it away. Quinn wanted to protest. “Quinny, you are far more important,” he said.

Quinn nodded and looked very tense.

“You guys never wondered why I changed my name?”

Blaine looked at Kurt. She changed her name? he mouthed and Kurt nodded. “Lucy,” he said to Quinn and Quinn hissed like she was in pain.

“Lucy Fabray wasn't the prettiest girl in class,” she twiddled with her now longer hair, “She wasn't pretty at all. She had a big round face, a horrible looking nose, braces and glasses. She also had long, dusty and ugly brown hair.” She laughed bitterly and Kurt and Blaine looked at her in shock.

“She got bullied. The other wizards and witches didn't like her. Like, at all. Lucy deserved to die,” she talked about Lucy in the third person. It wasn't her anymore. “Lucy met a girl named Lilian Perkins. Lucy was so broken and alone, but Lilian came in her life and took care of the poor little girl. Lilian was nine, Lucy was eight. They were so young.”

Kurt didn't have a good feeling about this. He pulled Blaine closer.

“When Lucy turned ten, Lilian gave her something beautiful. It was a dress, pink with flowers. Lucy loved it,” Quinn closed her eyes, “But that wasn't the only thing. She gave her more. It was a pink pearl. Lucy knew Lilian's parents were rich, but Lucy didn't saw that coming. It became Lucy's comfort zone. Yes, zone. It was so comforting, it felt like a zone.”

Kurt remembered the pearl Quinn was holding a few days ago. She was crying when Santana handed the pearl to her.

“It was a promise. A promise of unconditional love. An unconditional friendship. Lucy cherished it with her whole heart. Lilian too. Lucy's family was rich, but her dad didn't want to ‘waste money on something like that' so Lucy never gave Lilian one, but Lilian knew that their friendship was strong. Sadly, other kids still thought Lucy deserved to die.”

Tears leaked out of Quinn's closed eyes.

“But Lucy didn't die, not really. Lilian did.” Now, she was bawling. “Lilian died when she was eleven. She was supposed to go to Hogwarts in summer, but she died.”

“Oh, Quinn…”

“Lucy never found out why and how. Lilian's parents moved away. Lucy was heartbroken and suspected it was her fault,” Quinn turned away, “She turned eleven and was ready to go to Hogwarts. She begged her father to change her. She knew he could. He knew a lot of spells and transformed her, illegally. Her face changed, her eyesight got better, her teeth too and her nose… oh her nose. Lucy's ugly brown hair transformed into beautiful, long, blonde locks. Quinn Farbay was born and here I am.”

It felt silent.

“Now, if you excuse me,” Quinn gathered her stuff and went away. Kurt and Blaine were left behind. “That was…” “Intense,” Kurt finished the sentence and Blaine nodded. “Yeah.”

“And I thought my story was bad,” Kurt wanted to throw up, “Someone actually died and Quinn-” “Lucy,” Blaine corrected him. “- blamed herself for it.”

Blaine closed his book and stood up. He extended his hand. “I don't feel like studying anymore,” he said, “Let's go to our version of the MaF room and cuddle why watching Disney. Please.” Kurt smiled dryly and stood up too.

—

It wasn't time to be nostalgic.

But Kurt's seventeenth birthday still was. He snuggled Fiyero against his chest and rolled over. He slowly opened one eye and yelled.

A pair of blue eyes were staring down at him.

“Merlin's beard, Quinn, you gave me a fright!” He quickly sat up and Quinn grinned. “Gave you a fright? You've been talking to the British MaF members.” “Well excuse you, but around ninety-five percent of this damn school is British.What are you doing here!”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “It's your birthday, you idiot, you're an adult now so you better get your pretty little ass downstairs,” she nudged to Fiyero, “And leave him here. I don't think he'll survive downstairs.”

Kurt groaned and lay back. “Five more minutes, Quinny.” Quinn sighed. “Don't make me pull of your blankets, Kurtie Kat.”

“Fine. Fine.”

He stood up and looked over at his friend. Quinn looked definitely better, but it wasn't optimal. She looked tired.

“Kurt, I know you're looking at me. Please, let us all focus on you and your adulthood.” She left and Kurt followed her in his newer pink rabbit slippers.

He didn't expect all the New Directions waiting in the common room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they all yelled and they started to sing several birthday songs. “Wha-” Rachel ran over and hugged him. “Oh Kurt, welcome to the adulthood!” “Thanks, Rach.” He scanned the crowd. “Where's Blaine?” he asked.

“Oh, stop thinking about your man for one minute,” Rachel patted him on the back, “He's doing fine. He's busy.”

Mike opened a window and Eric and Charming flew in. Owls weren't allowed in the common rooms, but here they were.

“Hey there,” Eric landed on Kurt's shoulder. Charming was holding something. Kurt recognized Blaine's handwriting. He quickly got Charming something to eat and he unfolded the small note.

Don't you

Think I forget about you.

Don't, don't, don't, don't.

No seriously don't. Just wait for me. I'll see you at the MaF meeting.

Xoxo (that's what Muggles write, right?) Blaine

Ps. Please don't let Rachel drive you crazy

Kurt chuckled and tucked the note in his pocket (yes, his pajama has pockets). “Well?” Quinn raised her eyebrow, but Kurt shrugged it away.

Then he noticed Eric holding something too. It was extremely small. Eric flew up and dropped it on the couch and he and Charming left.

Everyone wanted to know what Eric left.

They all hurried to the couch and Kurt unwrapped it. Kurt laughed. “Oh my stars!” Rachel exclaimed, “That is-” “A mobile phone oh my god!” Lauren laughed too. “Does that even work here?” Mike wonders. “That!” Tina pointed to the phone, “Is a very good question.”

Kurt didn't care. He studied the small phone carefully. He knew about the smartphones out there in the Muggle world so he knew that this was a really cheap model, but he didn't care. His dad had sent him this to communicate.

Yes, Kurt just knew it was his dad. His dad still used old phones.

“Wait, what is that?” Puck asked in awe. He was fascinated by the object in Kurt's hands. “A phone, but portable,” Santana simply answered.

—

Kurt was nervous. He knew Blaine was planning something and he knew that it was going to be amazing.

But he was still nervous.

The others had asked him to open the door for the members, but he had to leave after that. Only to come back twenty minutes later. Kurt knew it was Blaine's plan.

“Okay, you are allowed to come in now,” Rachel's head poked out. So Kurt entered the room and to his surprise, all the purebloods looked afraid. The muggleborns and halfbloods, on the other hand, were smiling like crazy.

“Dude, what are they going to do now?” he heard Puck whisper.

Suddenly, the halfbloods started harmonizing.

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,

Blaine smiled and entered the scene.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

The muggleborns started dancing around him. They all looked overly bright, but hey! Everyone knows this song.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

Then, they all just didn't give a fuck anymore. They all started dancing their own way, clapping, chanting, with Blaine on lead.

I see a little silhouette of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstruosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.

The muggleborns and halfbloods danced with others. They all sang loudly.

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

The music was loud and the singers looked so happy. It made Kurt happy too. He had no idea how they managed to sneak a electric guitar in the room, but the one who's playing It does it flawlessly.

Suddenly, Kurt had an idea

Before Blaine could continue, Kurt jumped in and started singing his heart out

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Blaine smiled and jumped next to him.

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.

The members whistled, clapped, jumped, whatever they did. Kurt smiled. This had been one of the best meetings so far.

“God, that was amazing, Anderson!” Santana patted Blaine on the back. Blaine flushed. “Well, in summer, I read something… uh… ‘Nothing brings people more together than singing Bohemian Rhapsody together' and I must admit. That is damn true.”

“Wait, I don't understand,” Quinn interjected and other purebloods seemed to agree including me, but moving on.

“Just a song,” Kurt shrugged.

“But!” Blaine yelped and everyone turned back to him, “This wasn't my real present.” Now, everyone went silent.

“I mean, a song? I know it's a big one, but nah. I needed something bigger because it's your seventeenth birthday!” Blaine smiled.

He snapped his fingers and a window opened. He whistled and the next thing Kurt knew was that Charming was sitting on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine handed Kurt some owl food. “You know what to do.”

Kurt laughed and reached out for Charming. Charming ate the food happily. He looked satisfied and dropped an golden envelope in Kurt's hands.

It looked familiar.

“Come on,” Rachel squealed, “Open it, Kurt! I can't hold it anymore.” Kurt slowly opened the envelope and opens it.

He almost fainted.

Almost.

It was unable to be unconscious with Rachel screaming in your ear.

“HE GOT YOU TICKETS TO BROADWAY, KURT, TO WICKED ON BROADWAY. OH MY GOD KURT. WE- OH MY GOD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO- KUUUUUUURT!”

Kurt, still shocked, looked up to Blaine. Blaine was smiling. His beautiful honey/gold/amber/hazel eyes were even more beautiful now.

“Did I do good?” he asked, “I mean, I'm not familiar with all this Muggle theatre, but I-” He couldn't finish, because Kurt threw himself upon Blaine.

Santana whistled. “Now I'm happy we have this ‘no snogging policy' in the MaF room.” “I still prefer the term ‘making out' though,” Quinn added.

“Oh, shut up you!” Kurt groaned.