'Guess who I saw today?' Rachel says when she enters her appartement. Kurt is cooking and Santana is watching TV. 'Brody?' Santana asks. Rachel blushes, 'Eh, no...' 'Then who could it possibly be?' Santana sounds bored.

'Okay... Wait for it,' Rachel walks to the table and starts drumming. 'Rach, don't,' Kurt says, still facing the food. Rachel stops. 'Oh okay. Then I'll just say it. I saw Blaine.'

Santana jumps off the couch. 'Anderson?' she asks. 'Yeah of course Anderson. Do we know another Blaine than Anderson?'

Both girls stop and look at Kurt, who is still cooking. 'You heard her, Kurt?' Santana says, 'Blaine Anderson is at NYADA. He made it out of Lima.'

'I heard her,' Kurt says with his normal voice. No trembling. No anger. No too damn emotional. It means nothing.

'Aren't you happy for him?' Rachel asks. 'Of course I am happy for him. He's living his dream.'

'So?' 'So what?'

'Call him!' Rachel says happily, 'Or look for him. I bet he lives in one of the NYADA dorms.' 'Rach, his parents are filthy rich. He probably lives in a penthouse with some other people.'

Rachel and Santana sigh. 'Kurt, stop pretending it doesn't mean anything,' Rachel says. 'It does mean something,' Kurt says, 'I'm happy for him. That's it.' 'Nothing else?' Santana asks. 'Nothing else.'

'Okay,' Santana sits down, 'Rach, was he by himself or was there a boy?' Kurt almost drops his spoon - he was tasting the tomato sauce. Now Santana got his attention. 'Yeah... there was a long, brown haired guy. He didn'tlook that fashionable though.'

'Maybe he's just a friend,' Kurt says, still a little bit stunned. Maybe he's hoping it's just a friend.

Maybe.

~~~

'At least look like you're trying, Bowie!' Cassandra screams. 'I am I am,' Mira cries out.

'Verena, do you think this is normal?' Blaine asks Verena. Verena shakes her head. 'No,' she says, 'But what to do? This is her way of-' 'Motivation, I know. But Mira is my friend. I can't look at this.' Blaine takes a step forward. 'Blaine!' Verena hisses, but it's too late.

'Stop!' he shouts. Everyone in the room looks at him. 'Stop,' he says with a softer voice, 'Please, miss July. Is this really the right way? Can't you motivate us without telling us we're garbage.'

Cassandra looks up. 'Hmm, Anderson. You are strong, I can see. But you look like a fucking toddler. I'm sorry, I don't listen to 5 years olds.'

Most students laugh. Blaine refuses to feel humiliated. 'Excuse me,' he says, '5 ½.' 'Ooooooh,' some students say.

'I see... you have sass,' Cassandra says, 'I like it. But I also refuse to teach little chillies like you. So get the hell outta my class.'

'But miss-' 'It's okay, Verena,' Blaine says, 'I'll go. I don't think I wanted to stay here anyway.'

'Mira told Matt what you did,' Kevin says later that day, 'Kinda brave. Most people prefer shitting their pants than going into Cassie July.' 'She was hurting Mira,' Blaine mutters.

'Cassie July is crazy. But let's go to the NYADA cafe. Mira and the Musican are there.' 'Musican?' Blaine asks. 'Oh you dunno yet?' Kevin looks surprised, 'Matt gave himself a nickname.'

Musican?

Well, Kevin and the twins talk a lot. Blaine's thinking. 'Am I really a toddler?' he asks.

It falls silent.

'Well?' 'Prep, sometimes you are a toddler, sometimes a grandpa,' Matt answers, 'I mean, we're talking about your clothing, right?' 'I almost fell over a plastic bag filled with bottles of hairgel today,' Kevin says. 'I like your look,' Mira adds, 'But the Musican is right.'

'I know what to do,' Kevin stands up, 'That loud girl said something about a NY makeover?' 'Kev, please-' 'A makeover?' Mira shrieks, 'Good idea.' 'Time for a new Prep!' Matt says. 'A new start,' Kevin adds, 'A new you. The perfect opportunity to get over your ex. Maybe you'll find a new one.Never, Blaine thinks, but nods.