Kurt was beyond thrilled. Sure, he was going through his 3rd breakup of the year, but that didn't really matter much, because it wasn't really someone special. Just like all the others. He just needed someone sometimes to make him feel a bit special, someone who would comfort him when he came home after a long tiring day, but that didn't really mattered today. Because he truly felt special. He saw the grin that was spreading in his face, as though looking in a mirror. He was standing in Broadway, his dream place to be, as a huge poster of him was just being hanged on the face of the theatre. He felt like all his dreams had became true. Sure, he already started his fashion company, which was really going well, but he never truly felt complete without being able to sing and perform. Now, it was there, hanging on the side of a ten-story building and he felt like he truly made it. Sure, it wasn't going to be easy, with the fashion career and all, but he told himself it would just be for one show, only to see how it really feels to be a big Broadway star.

His life was kind of frenzy, always running here and there, but he absolutely loved it. He also loved the people he was working with. And best of all, he was able to share this dream with his two best friends: Rachel and Mercedes. It was very hard at first, to come up with the plan, the funding, the trust of producers, but somehow together they managed it, even if he really thought sometimes of ripping Rachel's head off, and, as embarrassed as he was to admit it, even Mercedes sometimes bothered him. But that was all in the past, as their faces were now, all 3 of them, in one of those famous Broadway posters. They started slowly, in small places, but they sure made their way into the top. The fact that he was a somewhat known designer, and that Rachel and Mercedes were already the star of two shows, helped a lot for sure.

"Hey babe, ready to shine?"He heard Mercedes say, standing behind him, and turned slowly to see her and Rachel, as amazed and dazzled by the poster as he was.

"Mercedes, please, I got this!"

"Hey, there is only place for one diva, and that is me, bitch!"

"Sassy. But sorry, both of you can't compete of my natural presence in stage, no matter how long you try!" Rachel Berry said, now totally in her element.

"Diva-off!" The three of them laughed at the same time, remembering the good old days of New Directions, and their annual diva off competition between them. That thought kept them busy a while and they didn't notice that their producer were going toward them.

"Hey divas! Time to stop dreaming, and start actually working. Sure, you're hanging there, but you need to show me that you earned it!"

"Hey Wes, you're such a fun killer. Didn't change much since Dalton. Pfft. Cedes, Rachel, let's get to work before Mr. Bossy Pants looses it," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

Kurt never thought in a million years, that Wes would ever be their producer. When he left Dalton, sure they kept contact, but never really that close. And when the three of them began searching for support for their musical, it really took him by surprise when Wes called him at his office one day.

"Kurt, man, long time, no talk!"

"Wes? Is that you?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Yes! Hey, you became such a star man. That smarty-wanna-be secretary of yours wouldn't even let me talk to you because, and I quote. "Mr. Hummel is far too busy to talk to you, sir, but I'll make sure he knows,"' Wes said, sounding just like the boy Kurt knew from Dalton.

"I bet you were a bitch to her," Kurt replied, laughing.

"Kinda. Anyway I got to her. It's nice to hear your voice, Mr. Hummel."

"Likewise. What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to see if you were up for a lunch or dinner this week, because I really want to talk to you about something, and well, I think you're going to like it."

"Sure, Wes, sounds fine. Let me check my calendar and call you back."

And there, they were 5 days later, having lunch at some fancy restaurant Wes picked out. It felt nice to see him after all this years; they hadn't seen each other in 5 years, and they both knew there was no point to talk about that. But what Kurt learned shocked him. Apparently Wes grew tired of Boston were he was going to college, so he had moved to New York, and scored big time in some producing company. He had some money and he wanted to go all in for Kurt's big show. He heard about in the hallways and apparently he thought that a show with Mercedes, Rachel and Kurt would only be a big success he would be crazy not to put his money in. Kurt really felt flattered and one thing lead to another, and here they were, ready for the big opening night.

*****
Later that night, when he got back to his apartment after spending all day rehearsing and some of the evening at his office, he went straight to bed with only one thought in his mind. He felt like even though all his dreams were coming true, much faster than he thought, he was still missing something. Or someone: Blaine.

And just thinking about his name, let alone what they shared, hurt. That's why he was so worried about meeting Wes, at first. He thought maybe he would want to talk about him or what happened between them. But he didn't. And he was pretty sure that he had no news about him. No one knew what happened in Blaine's life, since no one had heard from him in almost five years. Not even Kurt.

When they both graduated from high school they moved in together to New York, and both of them went to NYU. Blaine wanted to go to law school and Kurt was majoring in theatre and show choir. They were really in love and happy and no one saw what were about to hit them. On a morning like any other, just before heading to school, Blaine had a phone call from his mother. His father was really sick and she needed him. And Blaine just took off. Really, he just took off. Kurt asked him if he wanted him to come too, but Blaine just said something about Kurt's internship at Vogue magazine, and all that, and promised him he would come back as soon as his dad's condition cooled off. But it never did.

Kurt, to this day, never really understood what had happened. They were happy, truly happy, making plans for the future, and suddenly he was alone. Blaine didn't come back for a month and barely called. Something was clearly off, so he took the first plane, and showed himself at the Anderson manor one morning. Blaine was the one to open the door.

"Kurt, what are you doing here?" He spat. He didn't hug him, kiss him or anything. He just stood there, with a look on his face that Kurt couldn't begin to understand: something between fear, sadness and, even anger!

"What am I doing here? I am here to bring my boyfriend home. What are you doing here?" He didn't want to come out that way, but it was too late.

"I'm home, Kurt! My dad is here, he's dying, he needs me, why are you being so selfish and stupid?"

Kurt froze in shock. The dapper Blaine he knew and loved, who had the easiest way with words, just wasn't there. He looked right trough Blaine's eyes and he just couldn't recognize him anymore. He was really scared.

"Listen Blaine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, but you have no reason to treat me like that either. I know you're hurt and you're having a hard time here, so just let me help. I'm here, you can lay on me. We'll figure it out, we always do, right?"

"Not this time."

"What do you mean, not this time Blaine?"

"I mean… I need time. I need space…. I don't need…"

"Me?"

"Yes, I don't need you. I don't want to see you, ok?"

Kurt thought that he was in some kind of very creepy nightmare because there was no way his boyfriend, the love of his life, would say that. Maybe he had fell off on his head or something, or his crazy ass family had brainwashed him, or maybe…. But he had no time to process that information as Blaine shut the door in his face.

He was numb, and stayed numb and unable to think until he was back home. And even then, it still didn't make any sense. It was absolutely surreal, but here he was, once again alone at home, and Blaine wasn't answering his calls. He called everyone he knew, Rachel, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana, all the guys from Glee, even Puck, David, Wes, even his dad and Carole, but no one, and nothing they said seemed to help him make sense of that mess. Blaine wouldn't answer to anyone. So he spend most of the week crying and sobbing, and as the weekend came, he felt like shit. Real shit. He hadn't changed from his clothes all week, hadn't showered, and when Mercedes, Rachel and Finn, showed up on Sunday morning for their weekly brunch, they found him in the worst situation ever. The look on their faces reminded him of his situation and he tried to hold it together just for his own mental sanity. But he couldn't keep his show face on for very long. He fell into tears every time someone called and it wasn't Blaine, every time a door opened and it wasn't Blaine, well, basically all the time. His friends did the best to help him, and Finn, who was really getting angrier and angrier at Blaine by the minute couldn't stand to see his little brother so damaged, so he took the plane, flew to Lima, and just showed up at Blaine's door, like Kurt. This time, however, Blaine's mom answered the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Anderson, I'm sorry to just show up like that, but I was visiting my Dad here and I…"

"Finn, you're not here for your dad, you're here to talk to Blaine, to get him back to your little brother…"

"Well… if I may just talk to Blaine…"

"No, you may not."

"I'm sorry?" Finn said, incredulously.

"Listen, we are having a hard time right now…"

"I understand really, I'm sorry but…"

"But no, Finn. My son is better here than with Kurt."

"What… but his life… I mean…"

"His life is with us now…"

"But…."

There was no way that this conversation would go any further because she just slammed the door to his face. Finn was totally enraged but he thought that breaking the door of someone so powerful would just not be such a good idea. He hang in there thought, for a few days, hoping that Blaine might show his face at some point but he never did. So, he just flew back to NY, feeling like the biggest looser ever. And the worst part was Kurt reaction. He didn't flinch when he told him what happened, and just shut himself off completely.

*****

Kurt was totally crushed. Nothing made sense and it was just getting worse. One day he came back from work and found movers at his place packing up Blaine's things.

"What the hell-"

"Hi Mr. Hummel, we're sorry to let ourselves in, but Mr. Anderson said to just do it, so…"

"What, Mr. Anderson… What the hell are you doing with his stuff?"

"Packing as you might see…"

Kurt was now at the edge of a heart failure or something. He couldn't remember to breath or anything so he jus went straight to the couch and tried to calm himself. But he just couldn't. His heart felt someone just crushed it with a hammer, his breath like someone stabbed him with 100 knifes, and the movers really started to feel worried.

"Are you ok, Mr. Hummel?"

"Do I look ok?" he managed to breath on with one murderous look toward them.

"Because we kind of need to tell us what's Mr. Anderson, and what's yours. He gave us the basics you know, but… "

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, that can't be true. Ohmygod."

"Mr. Hummel you really don't seem fine, should we call an ambulance or someone?"

"You should get out of here, that's what you should do! "

"I'm afraid sir, we can't do that. This is Mr. Anderson's apartment, as you know, so… technically you do have to move out eventually, sir…"

"WHAT?"

He just couldn't take it anymore. So he called Mercedes, Rachel, Finn and Puck, because he was the only badass he knew in town. And he really needed to kick something, or kill someone, or murder those movers.

They were there 30 minutes later, all of them, and saw Kurt as they had never seen him before. He was beyond mad, he was loosing it. Totally.

"Kurt, what the hell, man?"

"Noah, kill them. Please kill them. I can't, I just can't breath. But if you do, I'll go to jail for you, please Puck, please."

The 4 of them stood there, staring at Kurt in total disbelief as he begin to throw stuff around the house, vases, and plates and whatever was in his way.

The movers were really getting scared right now, and that didn't help when a big brown haired guy with scary looks approached them.

"Chill, guys, I'm not gonna kill you, but I'm sure he might. Could you just go and come back later please."

"Sir, we have a busy schedule."

"Listen, if you want to pack broken dishes and TVs and all that and go explain it to Mr. Anderson, fine, but if you value your jobs…"

"Ok, we will be back later."

With that issue handled, Kurt begun to relax slowly as Mercedes and Rachel were talking him into actually breathing.

"Kurt, what the hell, dude? What's happening?" Finn asked.

"That ass, that douche-bag, that jerk, that…."

"Ok we got it…"

"That… whatever.. I don't know… I just came back from work and you know… these guys were here, tossing stuff and moving stuff… and they said that they have to get his stuff, and that I would have to move out…."

"Wow, move?"

"Yes, Rachel, move. Like, move from my home. Homeless Kurt Hummel. Gah!"

They just stared at each other. They couldn't believe what was happening to Kurt. And what the hell was Blaine thinking. They would never know, because they would never hear from him again. The movers would eventually pack all the stuff that belonged to Blaine, with Rachel, and Mercedes' help because there was no way Kurt would be able to handle it without going totally mad, not that he already hadn't. He stayed for weeks in Rachel and Finn's apartment, going from mad, to crushed, to absolutely numb.

But eventually one day, (and they didn't know how that happened, and sincerely Kurt didn't either), he decided that no Blaine Anderson would fuck up with his life. No one would ever do that again. So he just buried himself in work and his career and all that, just so he couldn't feel anymore. And eventually one day he found himself breathing without hurting himself. But he never cared for someone as he did with Blaine. Their friends always worried that he would never open himself to anyone again but they just pushed away that thought as they saw Kurt starting to live again, taking it one step at a time.

Kurt sighed at the thought of Blaine. He didn't really talked about it with anyone, but he still missed him and cursed him everyday at the same time. But today felt different. This week was Kurt's big Broadway debut, and all he could think about was how he would have wanted to share that with him.

Somehow, Friday was already here and Kurt couldn't be more stressed. But that was nothing compared to Rachel's frenzies.

"Kurt, I'm going to faint, seriously."

"If you ruin the show, I'll kill you myself Miss Bossy Pants!" Mercedes said, only half joking. She was more stressed out that she would let them see, but they were not fooled. They have been all sweating pigs and shaking since 8am this morning. And this was only 3pm. They had another 4 hours before the show would start.

Wes was running and screaming all over the place like a mad man, and Kurt just couldn't take it anymore. So he excused himself to take a nap, like he could ever sleep. But that allowed him to gather his thoughts. It was for him the most important night of his life, even bigger that the day his launched his fashion company. Because this was it. It was exactly what he had wished since he was 3 and more since the day je and Rachel, when they were juniors and came to New York for the Glee Nationals, went to the Wicked stage and sang together. He had realized then that his life wouldn't be complete anymore without that. That feeling that he belonged somewhere.

Well, back then, he was with Blaine, and that meant a lot to him. He felt chosen, somehow, but this was something else. But he wouldn't think about Blaine tonight. "No, nothing was going to ruin this moment. It's not about Blaine, or anyone, but just about me," he said to himself. And I can do it. He felt better and even managed 30 minutes to sleep before Wes jumped into the room screaming god knows what.

*****

It was now 6, and they had an hour to start. Everything was ready, the last details and rehearsals were finished and there was nothing to do but wait. Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel were just lying there in a chair in the make up room when suddenly they heard shouting, and someone screaming "Kuuurt" in the other side, and the room opening, and a mass of people jumping them.

Someone was clearly hugging him but he has no idea who it was before it spoke:

" Kurt, Oh god, I'm so so so proud of you!"

And there, they all were. Tina, who was crushing him to the bones, and everyone else from his former Glee Club, as well as David, his former friend and roommate from Dalton, and Wes' best friend.

"Oh my god, you guys!" Mercedes was beginning to tear up.

In front of him, was Mr. Shue, the man who inspired him probably the most, and who was now also in Broadway for a couple of years now, Santana, the bitch of McKinley but that he loved anyway, Brittany who was holding her hand, Mike and Tina, and some kid, who was clearly their own, Quinn, absolutely fabulous and pregnant, Puck, Artie, with some woman ne never met before, David, Sam, who was dating Mercedes for 5 years now, and even Lauren, who had lost a lot of weight since high school and was, to say the least, radiant.

"It's so good to see you!"

"Well, Mr. Shue begun, I just want say on behalf of all the New Directions and, this Warbler here – David laughed a little- that we are so proud of you, and we wish you the best."

Kurt hugged everyone, but they didn't have a lot of time since they had to take their places, and they had themselves to get prepared.

"That's sucks," said Mercedes, "But hey, let's meet all tomorrow after the big show and we will do something at…"

"My place," said Kurt. "Are you still in town tomorrow?"

Everyone nodded, and they all separated with excitement. Now Kurt was more ready than ever. He could tell that Mercedes and Rachel were quite worried to see their friends would be there tonight, but strangely he didn't feel the same. He felt like he knew exactly what he was doing, all the stress fading away, and that he just had to perform. Not only for him but also for all this people who were now his family. Sure, dysfunctional but his family nonetheless, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Besides that, his other family was here tonight also. His real one: his dad, Carole and Finn. He was home somehow and nothing could happen to him. So he just took a deep breath, stopped his hands from shaking, closed his eyes a second, and stepped on to the stage.

*****

"I'm sorry but that is a private party tonight."

"Oh, no luck sorry. Dada, Mom, Darling, I'm sorry but it looks like this is not were we are going to have dinner. I should have checked before, damn!" A voice said, exasperated.

"Darling!" a second voice exclaimed.

"Sorry, darling, this is just such a nice place to have a drink. I read about it and it seems like everyone also had." The man paused, and then turned to address the maitre d. "I'm sorry to ask you that sir, but could you tell us what is all that frenzy and party is about?"

"Oh, well this the after party of the opening night of the newest Broadway show. Those kids are going to make it! I saw it, and it has great potential!"

"Oh maybe we could check it out while we're here. What is it?"

"It's called New Directions… "

"Sorry?"

He couldn't believe it. His breath stopped as his head started spinning.

"Blaine, are you ok darling, you're a little pale…"

"Yeah, need air… Just…"

He didn't finish his sentence, rushing toward the door, leaving everyone behind and confused.

*****

Kurt was having a blast at the party. The show went really good, better then they expected and after that, not really knowing how he got here, he was standing in the most fashionable restaurant in town, talking to producers, and journalists and well, whoever else Wes invited to this private after party. Everyone had great things to say about the show, and he was finally having his big moment. But as thrilled as he was, he couldn't be more tired. He hadn't slept much during the week to say the least, and he was just really looking forward to going home for a good night of sleep or maybe the entire day after that. He tried to sneak out several times during the night but each time someone caught him to tell him how great the show was or how they absolutely loved his new collection. But sometime after midnight he was finally successful to get away with the help of Mercedes who was dead on her feet also. Rachel was in no such better shape but she wouldn't miss an opportunity to hear from that many people about her talent. So they just said goodbye to her, not sure even if she hear them and went to find Wes.

"Listen Wes, we are really tired. Thanks for the party, it was awesome but really…"

"I know, I'm so tired too but I just can't get away with so much people. Feels like my brain is gonna pop out! But you know what, I'm just gonna excuse myself for a bit and walk you outside to smoke one!"

"Wes! man, you know what I think about that!"

"Kurt please, just not now. Ok?"

Kurt knew there was no point of arguing with Wes about that, so he just let it go. But just for now. They started moving towards the door, still looking at Finn, who was like he was gonna fall asleep on the table, and smiling at him when he noticed his gaze, when a voice, make him froze. "Sorry, darling, this is just such a nice place to have a drink. I read about it and it seems like everyone also had".

He wouldn't turn tough. No he just couldn't. Because there was no way the voice he just heard would be his. No he was just tired and was imagining things. But then he heard a women say "Blaine, are you ok darling, you're a little pale…". Kurt's head spun so fast he swore his neck cracked.

He forgot how to breathe. He forgot how to talk. How to walk. He even forgot his name at this moment, when all he could hear was "Blaine…". But then a tiny squeeze on his hand reminded him of his existence, as he turned back to look at Mercedes.

"Baby, what's going on? You're looking like you are going to faint. "

"Yeah, man, you're like… all kinds of white. "

"Shut up!"

They both jumped at the same time and looked at angrily at Kurt.

"What the hell, Kurt! "

"Mercedes, Wes, please, shut up. I'm … I'm …"

"What's with you, man, you're scary."

"And not in the good kind of way."

"Is there any good kind?" Wes chuckled.

"Let's do this!" Kurt said suddenly, having apparently regained power of speech and thinking.

"Let's do what?"

"Just go out please, will you?"

As they passed the door, Mercedes and Wes were laughing at whatever crazy things Kurt would pull out on them, but suddenly ran right into Kurt who had froze suddenly.

"Man, seriously what's wrong with you?" Kurt ignored him, his eyes seemingly locked on a group of people 10 feet away. "

Then the group split, and someone said:

"Wes, Mercedes… Kurt… That's a surprise."

And that was definitely Blaine's voice, and as Mercedes, and Wes, turned, looking the same way Kurt was, it was definitely Blaine.

Kurt was shocked. Not even just shocked but totally out of his mind. He couldn't believe that after all this years without any news, in the night of his opening show, he would run into him. HIM. The man who broke his heart, took all his confidence with him, left him broken into pieces that he was just beginning to patch together. And here he was, about to ruin pretty much everything again. He had no idea what to do, he was staring at him, with all the hate that his vision made him feel. All the pain. The sorrow. And Blaine was just staring back.
Finally, after 3 seconds or 3 hours, Kurt couldn't say, Wes broke off the tension, as he landed his hand to shake Blaine's.

"Blaine, it's …. Nice… to see you. "

"Yeah, likewise," offered Mercedes, with a tone and look which absolutely said the opposite.

Everyone was waiting for Kurt to say something, anything, because the tension here was electric. But Kurt just opened his mouth and closed back again several times as he was searching for air. They all looked at each other before a little cough came from behind them and they actually noticed the people that were standing besides him.

"Oh sorry, what are my manners?" said a very dapper Blaine. "Mom, Dad, Lisa, this is Kurt, Wes and Mercedes. They were… well… friends from high school."

And Kurt, was just staring back, his mouth falling open once again. Because there was no way those were Blaine's parents. He knew them. They knew him. And besides his dad had died, that much he had gathered.

"Nice to meet you," Wes again said in a plain tentative to be polite, "but I kind of knew Blaine's parents and you don't…"

"Oh no! We are Lisa's parents. Blaine is our son-in-law. They've been married for 3 years now, so we kind of are his parents. And we kind of like him." The women chuckled.

Now, not only Kurt was hanging open mouthed but Mercedes and Wes, jumped in shock and she even laughed in a depressive laugh:

"You must be kidding me, white boy!"

Blaine's murderous glance was unmistakable by all of them but there were really too shocked to care.

"Sorry, but I don't see why…" began Lisa.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way," answered Mercedes quickly, trying to fix things up, it's just we didn't hear from Blaine for such a long time, and we can't believe he didn't tell us he got married, and not even inviting us to the wedding, you tease!"

Kurt really was impressed by Mercedes' acting and thanked god for that. And Blaine smiled just a tiny beat, saying "Sorry guys, but you know, life has been kind of crazy and…"

Kurt, couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't. He didn't care that Lisa, or her parents thought that he was crazy or whatever, or the most impolite person ever, but he just had to get of here and think. Or no, not think. This again, didn't make any sense. It just didn't. It was the nightmare all over again.

"Sorry, got to go", he mumbled and walked out from them. But he hadn't taken 20 steps when he heard his name shouted from behind and steps getting closer. There was no way he could run, because let's face it, deep inside of him, he was never able to run away from Blaine when he called him. So he just kept walking and soon enough, Blaine was coming behind him and facing him.

He stopped right there and looked at him. God! He was still the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and his yes. God, his eyes! His hair, his face. Everything was so painfully beautiful. And still he couldn't look away, because no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, to convince other people, he was not over him. He will never be. Ever.

Blaine, was still looking at him, and took a deep breath. "Kurt."

"Please don't."

"Kurt," he said, and it was like he going to take his hand. But then he looked away, to his wife and parents in law, who were entertained at best as they could by Mercedes and Wes, and so he dropped his gesture.

"What? What the fuck are you gonna say?" Kurt was shouting now, and all the people passing by turned around as well as Blaine's family and his friends.

"Please, not that loud, Kurt," Blaine looked desperate.

"Oh, yeah, sure, better live in a straight world of fairy tales and lies. No, oh my god, no one has to know who Blaine is… "

"Please Kurt, you have to understand."

"Listen I understand and way better than you think! No actually strike that, I have no fucking clue what the fuck is happening with you!" He was really shouting now and Lisa was coming toward them.

"God no, not her…" began Blaine.

"Ah not her… must be the most ridiculous conversation or situation I've ever had or been in my entire life! And that include sitting through Fight Club!"

"Everything ok? You are starting to freak out Mom and Dad… and you know how Dad is," Lisa said, worried.

"Listen, Lisa, you seem nice and all, and Mommy and Daddy, too, don't take that the wrong way, but for fuck's sake, screw you all!"

And he just started running, as though for his life.

******

Lisa looked at Blaine with a very confused look, "Blaine, what … he's so rude!"

But Blaine wasn't able to speak this time. He was white, and red, and purple, and turning even green, in the same time, and that didn't help that Lisa was now looking at him with an angry look that reminded him of Kurt's. But he had to face it: Kurt was beyond angry. He was disgusted with him. And Blaine earned it.

Mercedes, Wes, and Lisa's parents were now reaching them. His "Mom" and "Dad" wanted surely some kind of explanation to all this behavior, and what went down between the two boys. But what could he say? That he had just met the man of his life, the only person he had loved and thought about for the last 8 years of his life, in every second of every day, and that he had broken his heart in the most horrible way possible?

What could he say? That he wasn't sure he could see himself in the mirror again without wanting to kill himself, when he saw how hurt Kurt was. Before, it was easier. He kept lying to himself saying it was better for him, for Kurt, that maybe he had gotten over him quickly, that Kurt, maybe, just maybe didn't love him as much. Because Kurt was perfection and strong, and just didn't need anybody. It was easier then to cope with that. Now, who was he kidding ? It was never easier. He felt like crap every day, every morning after waking up next to Lisa, and every day he felt like he was the biggest looser and the biggest liar on the planet. But he kept thinking that maybe Kurt was happy now, that his was out of his way, and just maybe his own happiness didn't matter so much. He had been a real fool to believe that, because maybe Kurt was happy now, or had been happy, but there was no way it would keep going after tonight. Why, oh why the hell did he agree to come to this trip with Lisa and her parents?

Those parents who were now looking at him like he was some kind of mad person, like they never met him before. He had to say something, anything, before it would all fall apart. But he never got that chance, as he heard someone, shout something between them. Well, 2 someones, and 2 someones he was more than sure to know. And that he feared more than Kurt himself.

"Mercedes, Wes, here you are. Why did you bail on us? Not cool when there is no diva around to try to steal the spotlight from you."

"Wait, Rachel, babe, let's just go please, I'm so tired. Hey guys, what the… "

Finn, was trying to get Rachel to go home when he suddenly stopped at Blaine's sight, and felt like a cold shiver running down his spine. The atmosphere was so cold, so glacial, and everyone, even people he didn't know, now, turned in his direction, and Rachel's, whose hand he was holding more and more tightly. It was like they were expecting him to say something. Anything to break the ice. But, he just went numb again. Rachel didn't. She quickly recovered from this sight, and went, straight to Blaine, and started to punch him everywhere.

"You stupid, stupid, ass! Damn you, I'm gonna kill you!"

Everyone gasped in shock when Rachel became like a fury trying to hurt Blaine in every possible place, her small fists tightened so hard, and Blaine was so surprised, and ashamed that he didn't even move. Finn, snapped out of it, and with the help of Wes, he tried to calm his wife. But she wouldn't, she was all fury on him, and it was really difficult to restrain her. She might look small and all that, but boy, was she fierce!

Lisa and her parents were looking at here like she was kind of a loose patient from a mental hospital nearby, and they were truly afraid of her. But what was the most unbelievable was their son-in-law's reaction. Or lack of reaction, for that matter. He just stood there, not even noticing that some wild girl was trying to kill him, his eyes wide and his face white. There were about to ask him what the hell was going on here, but the tall, half giant guy who was apparently the wild girl's man begun to speak, so slowly but his face turning red by the second.

"Blaine, what are you doing here, huh. What the hell do you think you are doing? And where is my brother, what did you to him, again? Huh? Just go away before I rip your head off, because God help me, I will. You broke…"

But Finn couldn't finish his words as Mercedes, jumped right into it, and shouted:

"Finn, this is Lisa, and her parents. Lisa is Blaine's wife. Finn, Blaine's WIFE!"

Lisa and her parents didn't know what they had to do with anything, and why Mercedes had mentioned them like that. Like somehow, mentioning Lisa, or them, would solve anything. But they were now beyond choked when they realized that truly what Mercedes had just said, cooled off that giant named Finn. And then, again, out of the blue:

"Oh, I recognize you! You're the new player of the Yankees!"

Now everybody turned to face Lisa's dad, who was somehow excited to see Finn, as all that happened never existed and they just met. Even Rachel couldn't believe it, and began to relax into Finn and Wes' arms, who thought that it was safe then to release her. Well especially Finn, who was now looking at Lisa's dad, like he had seen a ghost, his mouth open, and his popping out of his head.

"Yeah.. I am… but…"

"Oh my god! Can I have an autograph please. I mean I love the Yankees and you look tall, strong and all that, so maybe that one would be worth a lot in a few years. "

Lisa, and really everybody else, including Blaine, was starting to believe that this was the most absurd thing ever, that maybe they were in comedy show or TV reality or whatever because anything, anything made absolutely sense. And that didn't help when Lisa's dad started to talk about football to a absolutely numb Finn, who didn't know what hit him.

They were at least two people down in this conversation, and that Blaine could only be glad about it. But that relief was of course immediate as Lisa stepped forward.

"Can someone use that mouth hanging here open like a gold fish and tell me what the hell is going on!"

In all his married life with Lisa, he never heard say anything inappropriate. She was so damn perfect all the time, that it made him want to scream. She was like a copy of one Bree Van de Kamp, but blond. And with no gun, which he was glad at this time. But before, he could say anything, someone rushed trough the door of the restaurant, yelling once again.

"Mr. Gilles, every one is looking, for you. Ms.. Johns, Ms. Berry, also. "

Everyone looked around to see what this dark haired guy in an obviously expensive suit was talking about.

Wes sighed and said:

"Damn, not even one cigarette." – Blain wondered when the hell his friend, or former friend, started to smoke? –" Ok, I'll be right back. Mercedes, Rachel, I think you should go home. Have some sleep. See you tomorrow for the show. "

"You sure, Wes? "

"Yes, just go."

And then he went back inside, not taking the time to say goodbye to anyone.

"So, what's happening here…"

But once again Lisa, couldn't finish her sentence, when her Mom started giggling.

"Oh my! Are you the stars of that new Broadway show?" she asked, looking to Rachel and Mercedes"

Mercedes and Rachel looked at each other with incredulity, eyes popping once again and Rachel said "Yeah, I guess I am. Well, both of us, and Kurt Hummel, who…"

"Oh my! Such a honor! Tell me about this show, maybe we could score some tickets to see it tomorrow before we leave!"

Blaine shook his head in disbelief, as well as Lisa who was starting to really think that her parents were crazy. And obviously she wasn't the only one. Her dad was still talking to Finn about some game, and Mercedes and Rachel were trying to cope with the fact that Lisa's mom had absolutely no idea what just happened and that didn't matter, because she "just really wanted to go see them perform". As if it wasn't the worst idea ever.

"What do you think Honey? Lisa?"

"Huh? Lisa wasn't able to say anything while she was facing her husband, like she just met him for the first time."

"Lisa, Mercedes and Rachel, here, oh sorry Ms. Johns and…"

"No it's ok, you can call us by our first names" Mercedes said, thinking that that wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen tonight.

"Ok, well, these sweet ladies said they have these tickets for tomorrow, if we want to go."

Lisa just shook her head in disbelief, as well as Blaine and looked at her mother:

"Mom…"

"Please darling you know, how I've always wanted to go see a Broadway show… and this one sounds like fun! "

"Well then, I think, yes…"

Lisa said, but she thought that she needed to find really quickly an excuse to not go to that "thing" tomorrow.

"Well, Mrs.…"

"Oh I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself : I'm Claire Criss and this is my husband, Tom."

Oh my god, now, they start introducing themselves! What dream, what nightmare was that? Blaine couldn't believe it. He felt like he had disconnected from his body and was watching this entire and surreal scene from beyond.

Apparently Rachel went back inside to get some tickets from Wes, for the four of them to go. Like that would happen! And what the hell was Wes doing with them, anyway?

"So, Wes is… what exactly? "

That would have been the first words he spoke since Kurt left and everyone turned to him surprised like they forgot he had the ability to speak.

"Oh, he's our producer," Mercedes said.

Is that so? But he didn't say it out loud. Once again it looked like he lost his speech ability, and it was getting truly cold and electric. Finn and Mr. Criss had apparently finished their conversation and were turning back to face them. Anyone who would have been walking nearby, could have easily described this as the strangest scene ever. A group of 6 people, staring at each other, two (Finn and Mercedes), looking like they were in a cage fight, about to rip off Blaine's face, two (Lisa's parents), looking slightly happy and facing the rippers, Lisa, looking totally bewildered, and Blaine just looking, well, looking like he wasn't even there. Like his body was still attached against his mind's will. And he just wished he wasn't there. Luckily, they heard a call behind them and they all turned to see Rachel running to them with the tickets.

"I got them, wasn't easy, but there."

"Thank you very much, "said Claire, truly happy, "we are so excited to see you perform tomorrow.

"Well, I'm not", thought Blaine and Lisa at the same time. "Hell to the no!"

"Well, I think we have to go. Nice to meet you, but we are kind of tired, you know." Mercedes suggested.

"Oh yes, go, sorry, you should be exhausted."

"Well, see you tomorrow," said Rachel, "and feel free to come after the show to say hi backstage, we'll let security know."

"Yeah, right, bye," Finn added, still numb.

Rachel grasped them by their sleeves and made them walk, as clearly neither Mercedes or Finn, were okay about this whole Blaine situation.

******

"Really, Rachel, really?" said Mercedes, when they were seated into the cab to go to Kurt's place, in hope that he would be there.

"What?"

"Really, you had to give them tickets, and say to them to come backstage. REALLY?"

Mercedes was beyond angry, and so was Finn, but then Rachel started to cry, her head buried in her palms.

"What? Mercedes I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. Really, it was the strangest, most ridiculous thing I had to go through in my life. I didn't know what to say, the words just popped out like that. I don't even recall saying them. It's not like he's gonna come anyway… but…"

"It's ok, Rachel, it's ok. "

Finn was now trying to comfort her, his hand brushing her hair, but his eyes still mad with fury.

"Yeah, sorry Rachel I snapped. I had no idea either what to do… I mean what the hell? That damn white mother dapper of Blaine Fucking Anderson is married! To a freaking girl. All waspy and all that! "

"Oh my god, I can't think how Kurt must be feeling right now! I should have killed him. If no one of you had stopped me, I would have killed him! "

Rachel was now back as a fury, and the driver looked at her with wary eyes in his mirror.

"What's the problem with you, huh?" snapped Rachel when she noticed his glance.

"I'm sorry dude, she meant no harm" Finn tried to apologize, but the driver still looked at him infuriated. "Too much stress, caffeine, you know…"

The driver was still not convinced but he just sighed and his eyes went back at the road.

"Look, Rachel, I could have killed him too," whispered Finn, "I swear to god, if something happens to Kurt, I will. I'm gonna find him wherever he is in the world and murder him."

Rachel looked at him with a glance he couldn't quite understand and she just kissed him. Quick, soft, but that kiss scared him somehow.

"I love you, Finn Hudson, thank you for being here."

Relieved that she finally snapped out of her madness, he replied, "I love you too, Mrs. Rachel Hudson-Berry".

That made her smile a little and he felt better for her. But as for himself, he felt like he was going to explode. And when he looked at Mercedes, he knew that she was in the same bad shape as he was. He wouldn't think about Kurt. Because Kurt would be… He was suddenly in the urge, in panic. But the cab stopped and the driver turned to say that they were at destination.

They almost run out of the car, tossing the money at the cab driver who was now thinking that they were the strangest people he had ever met, and that he wouldn't be surprised if he heard in the news that someone was murdered in that building he was facing. Great story to tell to the guys.

Mercedes, Rachel and Finn rushed into the elevator, mumbling and cursing that this thing wouldn't go fast enough, and once, at the floor, they rushed out the elevator to Kurt's door. But then they stopped. They just couldn't go in, or knock or whatever. Because they had no idea what was facing them behind that door, what mess was Kurt in, what tragedy his life just turned into.

They couldn't believe how happy they all were an hour ago, with a promising future in front of them, a life of pure joy. But Mercedes suddenly took a deep breath, grabbing the spare key of his apartment, and walked in. they followed her to look for him. But they wouldn't find him. Not here anyway.

******

Kurt was across the city, in the now empty theatre of his dreams, sitting on the edge of the stage, like he was going to fall into a cliff: tears across his face, with a bottle of Tequila in his hand. He had never drunk. Ever. Not when, back at school, Blaine, was sucking Rachel's face, not when they moved together to NY and their first party at their place. Not when Blaine left, and didn't return for a month, no even when the movers started to pack his things. He had never drunk. And now, he was opening this bottle like it was the only remaining string that could tie him to his life.