Phil had arrived at the office early on Wednesday morning, despite having the day mostly free, which was like a first for him. But at the same time, his only meeting of the day was kind of a first for him too. Of course, he had taken a lot of divorce cases along the years, more than he could count at any rate, but something about Blaine's made it completely different. It intrigued him, and in the same time, exited him. Because let's face it, it was something new, altogether, kind of a challenge for a lawyer like him. He was for sure still new in the business, comparing to some of the oldest partners in the firm, but at the age of 30, he had nonetheless secured himself a good clientele, and had won over some pretty major cases. The other lawyers in the firm respected him and respected his work. The partners saw him as promising. In all, very good. But he sensed that this case could be the one to change everything in his career, and push him in the front of the legal scene. If it went public, well, it meant a lot for Phil, and he kind of hoped that it would.

He knew that he shouldn't have been talking like that, and taken Blaine's best interest at heart, but he was a lawyer and he had been trained to think like that after all. So it kind of bothered him that Blaine would prefer a settlement, but of course, he understood his reasons. He didn't want the news of his sexuality to get out there, and let the world know that he had been a impostor for the past 5 years. God knows what it would mean for the man. And it wasn't fair to Dianna either. Because as much as Phil wanted to forget about her, she was still in the middle of all that mess, and she could be hurt by the outside, if it went public. And Lisa, well, she had every reason not to go public. She looked like a person who was very attached to her reputation and how people saw her from the exterior. Very superficial. So without any doubt, she would do anything to protect that. But at the same time, she was stubborn enough to no agree on any kind of settlement. Well, there was still that, at least.

Of course, he would help Blaine fix some kind of compromise, but it was in his interest, that he wouldn't try that hard either. He could already see the wonderful speeches he could make in front of the judge, and the juries, to persuade them to give Dianna to Blaine, and to put aside their prejudices. This case would for sure make date in his world, and Phil could be the one who would be rewarded after that.

So instead for preparing any kind of legal compromise, he spent the morning studying precedents and case laws in the preparation of a open legal case.

Fifteen minutes before 10, his secretary announced him that Blaine had finally arrived, and that Lisa and her lawyer had called and were in their way too. Phil closed the file he was reading about, something about a infanticide, not really helpful, and decided to go welcome Blaine directly in the meeting room, where his secretary should have installed him already.

As soon as Phil entered the room, he knew that something was wrong. He had expected Blaine to be stressed, scared or angry even but he sure didn't expect to see him like that. He looked.. awful. Just awful. He was white as sheet, but with big blue pockets under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His hair was a mess like he had just woken up, as well as his clothes, which were very wrinkled as if he had slept in them. Which, as to think of it, he probably had. On top of that, he wasn't shaved, and had a three-day beard on his face. If you added the fact that he transpired anger and resentment, well… he was definitely not in the shape of addressing Phil, let alone negotiate some kind of legal compromise with Lisa and her lawyer. That wasn't good. Not at all.

"Blaine, what… what happened to you, mate?" asked Phil, before he could stop himself.

But Blaine didn't hold him on that. He just sighed and stood up to shake his hand, before sinking again into his seat. He looked… trashed. He spoke with a very tired voice.

"Nothing Phil. It's a long story. Let's just focus on that shit, instead" definitely not in the right mood either. Phil could sense the catastrophe coming miles away. Blaine would never pull anything in a state like that. Which to think of it, wasn't such a bad thing for Phil. Let's just hope that he wouldn't act the same way during the trial.

"You sure you are all right, mate?" As pleased as he was by the possible outcomes of that meeting, Phil still cared about Blaine. And Blaine, at this moment, looked more like a dead man than anything else. He had probably drunk all night long and didn't sleep very well. But why? Was he simply concerned about the case, or was it something else together? But, as much as Phil wanted to know, he just knew also that it wasn't his place to ask. Instead he would just have to make sure that Blaine wouldn't drop dead at the table, sleeping, or something else. So he prepared him a coffee, and versed him some water, and gave him to Blaine, who just nodded thankful. Phil sighed and took a seat next to him, before opening his attach� case and pulling some paper and a pen out of it. Totally pointless, if you asked him. Nothing would ever come out of this meeting with Blaine like that.

Neither of the two men exchanged a word after that, not until Phil' secretary, Paula, came into the room, informing Phil that Lisa and her lawyer had finally arrived. And then Phil noticed, in the time it took Paula to bring the guests in, Blaine changed into something totally unexpected. He rectified himself on the chair, sitting straighter than before, and fixed his tie and shirt. He ran a hand in his hair, and closed his jacket. Then, he took a long sip of water, and adjusted himself for the last time. The look on his eyes seemed to change completely. He looked suddenly very determined and sure of himself. The metamorphosis of a man.

Phil looked at him, astonished by that sudden conversion. Blaine was nothing like the man he had greeted a few minutes before. Sure, he still looked tired and neglected, but it could now almost pass as if he had been working all night long on the case, and was fully determined to crash Lisa down. Suddenly, Phil feared for her and honestly, for himself. He had underestimated Blaine. The man had more resources that anyone would give him credit for. He should be accounted, and apparently Blaine was gonna make sure that it was the case. Nothing in his features was delicate anymore, or sweet. The kindness in his face was long gone. He looked like a dog ready to bite, or a shark ready to kill. Phil knew that look. It reminded him of those business tycoons who were ready to sell their souls to make profits, and the people in their way were just necessary causalities. God help Lisa.

Lisa who was currently making her way into the office, followed by her lawyer, a middle aged man, with white hair, that Phil recognized as the Counselor Barney. He was a pretty good lawyer in Boston and pretty well known too for some of his cases.

Phil stood up to shook their hands, as well as Blaine. Well, Blaine shook the lawyer's hand and ignored his wife. Not that Lisa made any sign of reaching to him either. She just pinched her lips, as if she was restraining herself to say something unpleasant, which she probably was. But apparently she had decided against it, and instead, shook Phil's hand quickly before settling in the other side of the table next to her attorney.

"Well, this meeting is officially starting so everything you say now could be relevant for the case" started Phil.

"As we discussed earlier, my client if open at some kind of settlement as long as it serves her daughter's best interest and of course hers. Although she wishes to ask for an annulment instead of a divorce as she thinks that there had been a severe mislead on the person she married."

"You mean, me?" interrupted Blaine, clearly not impressed by the lawyer or anyone. Dear lord, thought Phil, this things was going to get ugly.

"Yes, I mean you, Blaine Darren Anderson." Responded the attorney.

"And by mislead, you evidently refer to my client sexuality? "

"Yes. The contract is attached with a fault of characterization as your client failed to mention his huh… sexual preferences, leading my client to believe he had actual feelings for her. Clearly, the whole marriage had been built on a big lie."

"and the fact that your client had lied about the origins of that girl, isn't some kind of fault of mislead, either? That she lied about having sex with my client, in order to hide her pregnancy and tricked him into marrying her, knowing he couldn't back away from a child that he thought his? I think, sir, that's the biggest mislead."

"Whatever, I don't care what is the biggest mislead or whatever crap." Interrupted Blaine, exasperated. "You can talk about your legal stuff later, for all I care. Now, if she wants a annulments, well she can have it. Good for her. She can keep everything. I don't need anything. The house, the car, our commune bank account, all hers, I don't care. I just want my child. "

Both lawyers exchanged a glance, Counselor Barney, clearly surprised by Blaine's reaction. He didn't expect the man to give up so easily on his belongings. As for Phil, he just sighed and waited for Lisa to say something. Because clearly the women had a hard time restraining herself anymore. She looked like she was about to snap at any moment, and Phil was pretty sure that this moment was gonna happen sooner than later.

"My client asks for full custody of her daughter, no compromise possible." Announced Lisa's lawyer.

"No way! I won't abandon my daughter like that! No way!" snapped Blaine

"yes you will!" apparently Lisa had lost her internal battle, and was ready to fight Blaine in the outside.

"No Lisa! Think about Dianna, she loves us both! She wants her dad and her mom! You can't take it from her!"

"You're not even her dad!"

"Actually on the birth certificate, you put his name, Lisa. So legally, yes, he is her father" interjected Phil.

"See! I'm her father and nothing will change that! I raised her, I took care of her! I'm her father, and she needs me!"

"So what would do you propose, Mr. Anderson?" asked her lawyer.

"I ask for at least a shared custody. She could live with me in NY or go with Lisa on the holiday, or the other way around, whatever suits her best."

"Wait, in New York?" retorted Lisa

"Yeah, you don't think I would stay in the same state, let alone in the same city as you?" snapped back Blaine, looking with disgust at Lisa.

"You mean, New York as in living with Kurt?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. I don't see why you care."

"Because I won't let my daughter live with some two fags in a some kind of unmoral way of living! I just won't!"

That was it. Phil knew it, as soon as he saw Blaine's face distortion with hate. There was no going back and no chance ever for a compromise. He shared a quick glance with his colleague, who was apparently think the same thing. Well, see you in court, he thought.

Well, not right away, because there was still a fight going on in the meeting room, a pretty ugly one.

"Don't call us that Lisa! Don't you dare call me a fag or Kurt!"

"Have you seen the guy Blaine, he is a god damn fairy! I won't ever let my daughter raised or even near a man like that, ever again!"

"Kurt is a million times the person you'll ever be, so shut up! And what did you think, besides Lisa? That if I took Dianna with me, I would change? I wouldn't longer be a fag like you say?"

"I didn't know what I was thinking, Blaine, but thanks for clearing that for me! I know now that I can not let my daughter live in such a sinful environment!"

"How could you think about sins, you whore! Have you looked yourself in the mirror lately? You should be the one to go to hell!"

"Everybody calm down, it won't help you agree on anything!" tried to reason Phil, although he knew already that it was a lost cause.

"Mr. Barney I think it' time to leave! This is pointless, I won't agree on anything with that …man" said Lisa standing up, pronouncing man as if she didn't believe that he was one.

"Well, it looks like we are not settling on anything today" said the attorney, standing up also. "Gentleman, I believe, we will see you in Court."

"I believe too" said Blain, before Phil could speak. "And I warn you bitch, I won't go down before making sure you are locked away in some asylum or some mental institution of the sort!"

"Bring it fag! I'm not afraid of you! And I'll make sure my daughter will never have to deal with people of your… species!" and on that note, Lisa and her daughter, left the room.

"Well, that was quick" muttered Phil, when the door closed behind them.

"I'm sorry Phil" He raised his head to see that Blaine had sunk more deeply in the chair than before, and was holding his head with his hands. He looked shaken, devastated. Phil could feel his heart clench at the sight of the broken man. Apparently all his rage had left him, and he looked once again like the damaged man that Phil had seen before.

"I'm sorry" said again Blaine, through his hands. "I shouldn't have lost my temper, but she just…"

"Don't worry about it mate. If I were you, I would have bloody lost it too" tried to empathize Phil. "Besides, I kind of expected it to happen."

"I really thought that she would listen and we could agree on something for Dianna's sake …" confessed Blaine, his voice breaking at the mention of his daughter's name.

Phil took pity on the guy. He really did. But he didn't know how to help either.

"Don't worry mate, I'll take care of it. You should just get back to New York, and I'll call tomorrow after I talk to Lisa's attorney. We'll process from there. At what time is your flight? I can take you to the airport, if you want."

Blaine's head suddenly snapped free as is he had remembered something. He looked strangely at Phil before falling once again, head first on the desk. He was definitely not ok.

"Phil?" mumbled Blaine, raising his eyes slowly to look at Phil, his head still resting on the dashboard. "Would you mind if I stayed at your place tonight?"

Well, that was definitely unexpected. Phil had thought that Blaine would want to go back to Kurt, in New York. Well, maybe that what was going on. That's why Blaine was so upset. Something must have happened between him and Kurt, and that was eating him. He really didn't expect that. Seeing the two men together, he had though that nothing could ever come across those two. After all they have been through together, after Lisa, after Dianna, they still loved each other like on the first day. Apparently, something happened so big that Blaine didn't want anymore to go back to Kurt. And that was bad, really bad. Because as Phil had witness it, Kurt was Blaine's rock. The reason why Blaine was still standing and fighting. He couldn't think about what Blaine would do or look like if it all went down. Well, actually he could because he had the perfect picture in front of him. That's what Blaine was like without Kurt, a broken, damaged beyond repair, wreck.

Phil wished he could help somehow at fixing these two together, because he truly cared about their wellbeing. He might be selfish when it came to his work, but not with that. But he knew there was no way he could possibly help. He didn't know the men well enough and frankly, he wasn't sure that Blaine would confide in him. He just wasn't that close. But Quinn was. Quinn knew them very well, and maybe better than everyone else. Quinn would know what to do.

"Sure, you can come over. No problem mate. Let me just call Quinn and tell her." Answered finally Phil. He had a plan. Maybe if he brought Blaine back with him, Quinn would be able to get some sense back into him and would somehow fix things between him and Kurt, because honestly Phil sucked when it came to relationship problems. It was a utter mystery for him. God bless Quinn, and her feminine six sense or whatever.

"Thank you, Blaine" said genuinely Blaine, finally standing up. He looked really relieved.

"But don't worry I'm gonna call her myself. It's the least I can do, if I'm gonna impose myself some more on you guys."

"Ok, whatever suits you best, mate." Agreed Phil. Maybe his wife would even be able to fix things from distance. That woman was really something.

He just didn't know how much of power she really hold. But Blaine was about to find out by himself.

� Hey Quinn. �

"Hi Blaine."

"Quinn, I'm with Phil right now and…"

"Yeah right… how did it go?"

"I'll tell you all about it… that's why I'm calling, can I spend the night at your place?"

"Yeah sure, but it's still early, aren't you gonna take a plane back to NY?"

"Not really no, so can I come?"

"Listen Blaine, I would love to have you but…"

"It's ok Quinn, I get it. You have your things; I already imposed enough, anyway. So I'll let you go back to your stuff, and…"

"Blaine listen to me, it's not about that. I just don't get why you won't get back to NY. Did something happen between you and Kurt?"

"Never mind Quinn. I just…"

"Ok, I'm gonna stop you right there, Blaine. You tell me what's going on, what's so big that you won't go back to NY, and rather spend the night in the same city that your wife lives in…"

"It's ok Quinn really, I don't want to annoy you with my mood swings…"

"Blaine, you know it's not a god damn blues, or mood swings, or whatever you want to call it. I know it and you know it. And at this point, I'm practically your private couple therapeutic, yours and Kurt's. So spill, now."

"It's nothing Quinn really."

"Define nothing."

"Well, we kind of had a fight before I went away and…."

"Since, you're not gonna tell me whatever is going on, without putting a unnecessary fight, I'm gonna narrow it down for you. Either you spill it right here, right now, or I'm gonna come myself, and fly you to NY where you, me, and Kurt, we'll fix that together."

"Seriously Quinn, you're being…"

"I'm being serious, Blaine. Now spill."

"Ok, the thing is, we had a fight last night, because his boyfriend showed up."

"Oh, which one?"

"Oh my god, why is everyone repeating that? So, I was right! He does have a lot of boyfriends and he's just screwing with me, and screwing me, like he did with them! I can't believe what I fool I am. Thrusting him and all, when he just wants to play with me, and he's trying to hurt me as much as he thinks I hurt him! I can't believe it! I can't FUCKING believe it! He's…."

"Blaine…"

"I should have never called him at first. But how he could do this to me? How could he …"

"Blaine…"

"No, Quinn, I don't care if you're his friend, but you got to agree that he's an fucking asshole!"

"BLAINE! SHUT UP!"

"…"

"Seriously man? I understand now, how you two have gotten into a fight. You just don't listen to what people say, do you?"

"Don't try to give him any excuses Quinn, please, just don't…"

"Shut up, Blaine. Just shut up and listen to me. Do you seriously think that I would defend him if he was such an asshole like you say? Me?"

"Not but…"

"Ok, Blaine, you need to calm down, and open those things that serve you as ears, and shut that mouth of yours ok? "

"…"

"Good. Now Listen and don't interrupt me. You say his boyfriend was here, right? What was his name?"

"…"

"Blaine?"

"You said to not interrupt you…"

"Oh my god Blaine! Seriously? You're going all Brittany on me?"

"Huh…"

"Just fucking answer Blaine."

"Andrea".

"Ah… Andrea, make sense. The newest."

"What… why is everybody so calm about that?"

"I told you to shut up Blaine, ok? Seriously, you're driving me crazy right now. Ok so, now, I'm gonna tell you a little story Blaine, and I'm very surprised you don't know it. But you've always been so oblivious, so I shouldn't be that surprised I guess. Anyway, This little story starts 5 years ago, when …"

"I don't care about 5 years ago, I care about fucking Andrea! And all the others!"

"Shut up Blaine, don't make me come down there, and go all Lima Heights on you. Yeah, Santana taught me two or three things. No, seriously Blaine, please, just listen to me."

"Ok"

"Good. So the story starts 5 years ago. When you decided to dump Kurt like a vulgar nobody and went missing from the face of earth. Did you know what it did to Kurt? Do you have even a vague idea? Because Blaine, I was there. We were all there, when you were not. That's why everybody is so angry with you Blaine. Because we were there, and we saw what it did to him. What you did to him. I'm not there to tell you the whole thing because it's not my place, but fuck, Blaine, you pretty much killed the guy. You know what it feels like to be left without any explanations, without anything? No, you don't. But Kurt is the one who had to go through that. And seriously Blaine, I'm not trying to be melodramatic here or anything, but I swear that sometimes, and for a long time, I was scared that some morning I would wake up and receive a call from Finn or Rachel telling me they guy just gave up and killed himself. That's how much it was bad, Blaine. "

"…"

"I'm not blaming you here, but you gotta admit that it's hard not too. Especially after living almost a whole year with that Kurt. I did, Blaine, because we were too scared to leave him, of what he might do, if no one was around. So we take turns. Everybody took turns. And eventually he got better. But he was never the same after, Blaine. Remember that boy who came to spy on you, at Dalton, remember how he was scared and broken, felt like he wasn't worth anything? You remember?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I wish I could tell you that's how he became again. But I can't because he didn't. Well, except for one thing. The worth anything? Yeah, it became his motto. I'm not worth anything, nobody will ever love me for me/ how could they when I'm so easy to leave?"

"But…"

"No but, Blaine. That's exactly what he though. That's what your departure made him believe. And you know what he did? He acted just like it. He throw himself out there like he didn't matter. Like he was no better than the rest. From the outside, you would just say that he was like any young college man wanting to experiment but we knew, that he was despising himself and sex, became just sex for him. Because well, he had needs sure, but also because he though he wasn't worth anything but being a hot body or whatever."

"That's awful…"

"It is, isn't it, Blaine? You didn't see it, but we did, and let me tell you Blaine it wasn't a pretty sight. Especially when we could see that those people were using him, and treating him like crap. But he just didn't care. And it kept going on and on, for almost 2 years. And then he graduated and started his brand. He had excellent connections, but a deep background also. And that's when it all got messed up. He met a guy, Jeremy, and that guy, oh my god, that guy, was maybe the worst asshole that marched the planet, Blaine, I swear. He was so bad for Kurt, but that's exactly what Kurt was looking for, unfortunately. I can't tell you how many times we talked to him about that guy, but he just wouldn't listen. He threw himself into work and that relationship, if you can call it that. It was basically just a sex unhealthy thing, with that fucking Jeremy who kept sucking every thing from Kurt. And when Kurt started being noticed, well, Jeremy did too. He just enjoyed it, and got opportunities from it to become a model. At this point, we made sure that Kurt would end it, because it was just too much. And eventually he did. But Jeremy couldn't just leave like that, oh no! It wasn't that simple. Because before leaving he made sure, that the whole world knew Kurt's past. Basically he chased every guy Kurt ever slept with, and delivered him to the media, photo included. He added a few hundred guys, here and there, to make it look, you know, more media worthy and invented a whole bunch of stuff, of how, like Kurt had given them MSTs, and how he was a cold asshole who cheated and cheated with every guy. And well, the press loved it. If no one knew who Kurt Hummel was, well, now, he was a big celebrity. And then well, these was those rumors of how he exchanged sexual favors for work favors. I mean, it was awful Blaine, awful. And Kurt was devastated. Because not only everybody though that he was basically a man whore but also, announcers, and sponsors were stopping their funds because of the bad publicity. You can't even begin to understand how much work and struggles it took him to prove the media wrong, to prove everybody wrong. And then there was the whole political side of it, because he was pointed as the perfect example for all those people whom though that gays were immoral and vicious. It was awful. "

"Oh my god"

"So, he just shut himself up again, but this time, he just focused on work and only that. I've never seen someone kill himself at work as much as he did. He avoided any social encounters and just focused on his brand. It took him a long time but he finally proved himself as a worthy designer and people started to forget about the whole Hummel-gate as the media called it. GLAAD reached to him again, and sponsors were back. But it took 2 long, exhausting years Blaine. And we were still there. We tried to get him to go out, have some fun, but he just wouldn't. But at some point, he worked so bad that he finished in hospital from exhaustion. I swear this guy never does things half-heartedly. He finally understood that he had to calm down, and started going out again. But he was still the same cold man who refused to get engaged in any serious relationship. But he was more careful than before. He didn't have sex randomly but actually went on dates and stuff. But every time the guy turned out to be an ass, interested only by Kurt's fame and what it could provide him. Kurt didn't really care, because well, he needed someone in his life, even it was shallow. He needed to feel special. He felt special but only for his work never for himself, and he was ok with that. That's the worst, Blaine. But eventually, when the relationship started to take to much efforts and commitment, he would brake it off. They were 2 or 3 like that for the past year. The last one is Andrea. An asshole, that guy. A model also. They started going out like 4 months ago. Same story, same pattern. A relationship without sentimental involvement. It was reassurance for Kurt, you know, some sort of comfort after a long day at work. And for Andrea, it was the chance for him to score bigger. And he did. He got a acting job out of it. And well, he got what he wanted right? So he didn't need Kurt anymore. When you think about it, I wonder why he even needed Kurt to get the job, because he was a pretty good actor. Like 2 weeks ago, on the night of the big pre opening party for the show, Kurt caught Andrea shamelessly making out with an other guy at the party. Apparently, they had been dating for quite a while too, and they were in loooove. There was a big fight and very horrible things were said. Like how Andrea never liked Kurt, and Kurt was too stupid to figure out that, because he was just cold insensitive man whore. Andrea kept saying that he was just trying to get Kurt to love him and Kurt was awful and yes, he did fall in love and got from the other guy what Kurt could never give him. And how, Kurt never encouraged him in his career because he wanted the light on himself, and how he had to fight so much harder to get the acting job because everyone just kept seeing him as Kurt's boy toy. It was so dramatic, I swear I though they were shooting a soap opera or something. In a matter of fact, yeah, they were shooting. Because the media were there. It was like Andrea had warned them about the whole thing. It was in fucking every tabloid the next morning. All those fucking lies about Kurt and Andrea's story. The whole fucking fight. And of course, Andrea was pictured like a poor angel who got screwed by Kurt and they kept bringing back old stories about Kurt's past. But it calmed pretty quickly because Paris Hilton had been hacked the next day and they were now picture of her naked over the whole Internet, again. So it wasn't as bad as the first time, but still, it was another fucking disappointment in Kurt's life. Not that he let it get to him. He acted like it never happened, although we knew it hurt him. But he wouldn't, and focused on Broadway and his debut.

And then big boy, you happened. And now, you're accusing him of being a man whore and being an asshole, basically shouting him that's he's not worth anything.

Do the math in your head, and tell me now, why do you think he's so mad? "

"…"

"Yeah, like I said. Now, get on that fucking plane and get your ass back to Kurt, and apologize."

Christian woke up very early on Wednesday morning. He was so exited about his first day at P's Legacy that he hadn't be able to sleep more than two hours straight all night. He knew he should have taken a bath or something to relax and that he would be exhausted by the end of the day, but right now, he didn't really care. Because he had finally realized his dreams! Working for Kurt Freaking Hummel! Everything about the man was fascinating and he couldn't still believe that he had scored so big! Kurt Hummel was everything that Christian aspired to be. Sure he had flaws, but who didn't? It just meant that he was a man like everybody else, like Chris.

He just couldn't wait to spend the whole day with the guy, following him everywhere and learning from him. But also admiring him, because frankly, Kurt Hummel was fucking gorgeous. He was perfect in every sense of the way, like Chris had noticed the previous day. His big blue/ grey eyes were even prettier in real life than on magazines if it was possible. His pale skin was perfectly smooth and flawless, his hair.. oh god, his hair! And his smile! His lips! Yeah, well, it wasn't clear already, Chris had developed some sort of crush on Kurt Hummel. But he couldn't help it. He didn't know in his immediate entourage of gay friends, one single person that didn't find Kurt absolutely fucking perfect. An angel, even said some, and he could do nothing but agree.

Ok sure, he didn't know that many gay people, to say the truth. Which was kind of odd, to say the least. Because well, everything about him had always screamed gay, gay, gay.

When they looked at him, people just knew right away. That's why he had always been bullied in school. Because he was so damn obvious. But no matter what they would do to him, lock him in a locker and throw him in the trash, he never tried to change or be less conspicuous. Never. In the contrary, he walked more proudly, balancing his ass with much more exaggeration the next day, just so he could piss people more. He didn't fucking care about what people said about him. But he had big esprit of contradiction. So every time people told him no or tried to take him down, he would do the exact same thing they didn't want him to do. It had started very early, with his parents. They had named him Christian, and brought him every Sunday to church and obliged him to go to a catholic school and all that. But early in life, Christian realized that he really didn't believe in a single crap that the priest was trying to teach him. Well, it actually hit him when he thought that the guy in front of him, in catechism was actually really cute and had really pretty lips. And it was during that lesson when the Priest had for the first time told them about how same sex relationships were a sin and how they would end up in Hell, if they ever succumbed to that sin. It's all it took for Chris to do exactly do that. Did he really liked boys? Was he really more attracted to them then to girls? Who knew. The only thing Christian was sure of, is that if the priest said it was wrong and forbidden, then he would do it. He would make sure to dishonor his stupid name and piss the whole religious community off. When he had this epiphany, he was 11.

After that, it all went pretty quickly. When his parents bought him action figurines to play with, he would cry and destroy them before making his parents buy him Barbie instead. They had agreed 2 or 3 times but after a while, they got worried and refused all together. So he tried something else. He started ditching Sunday school, and went taking ballet lessons instead. He didn't actually have to pay, since the teacher liked him and understood his situation. He was her own Billy Elliot. Actually he didn't really care about ballet one bit, but he just wanted to piss his parents. And he knew exactly how to do manipulate people to act his way and receive favors.

When his parents bought him his first Zorro costume for Halloween, he went to the supermarket and traded it for a Cinderella dress, which he actually wore the whole nightlong. His parents were just going crazy and didn't know what to do anymore.

Around his 13th birthday, Christian just decided to push the button a bit further and announced to the whole family around diner, that he was actually gay. His grandfather almost chucked with his chicken leg, and his mother started hyperventilating.

After that incident, his parents pretty much acted as if he wasn't their son. Which was fine for Chris. He really didn't like the people his parents were hanging with. Just a bunch of hypocrites who preached their love for god and cheated on their wives when they were out to bingo or something. Instead, he just hung out alone in the city, messing with everything he could and boring people to death. At some point, he got tired of being chased by bullies and screwing with other people.

On his sixteen birthday, he announced to his parents that he was moving out. He had gotten some money from his summer job, and he would use it to take the bus direction New York City where his uncle lived and had accepted to take him in. He was a free spirit, just like Chris. As for Chris parents, they didn't really gave a fuck about the whole thing. They were not even at home the day he moved out. It should have probably affected Chris but really he didn't care that much. He was just happy to get out of this cow town and have a fresh start. Which he actually did.

He moved to NYC, and lived with his uncle, who was a good man. Chris didn't bother him because frankly he owed him big time. At school, people didn't give a fuck about his sexuality, and didn't even looked at him in the hallways. He was just fitting in. But Chris didn't want to fit in. He had always wanted to demark himself from the rest of the people. So he just went more extreme. He started wearing more risqu� clothes than ever, started hanging out with the wrong crowds, and really, really got out too much. He slept with practically every guy he ever encountered. It wasn't really something he was deeply convinced about, but it was more like a rebellion state, here again. If people praised love, then he decided that he would just fuck. If the world treated heterosexual people like the norm, well he would turn gay then, officially. And besides, he really enjoyed gay sex. The prostate stuff and all was really, really good. He had fucked some girls just to be sure though, but even if it had been good, it was nothing like being fucked himself. So he just stuck with it. But he never allowed himself to fall in love or anything that sappy. Love wasn't for him. It was too.. normal, too conventional. Besides, he adored manipulating people. How could the two possible combine.

When he got into college, which he did easily because after all he was ambitious, he had really no idea what major he would choose. And that's' when he heard Kurt's name for the first time. He was in second year of college at NYU, and Kurt was now in every fucking newspaper of the city. He was portrayed as the perfect man whore and vicious gay but with talent. Apparently the man had started his own fashion brand, just after graduating from NYU, and was slowly making his way at the top with sexual favors and such. And maybe Chris was crazy but the man's story fascinated him. And not only his story but also the man. When he saw his picture for the first time he couldn't help but gasp at Kurt's beauty. He was fucking perfect! And Chris just knew what to do. He would do exactly what Kurt did, only more carefully. He would major in design and follow a fashionable career. Besides, he did love clothes, so why not. But since he wasn't really the man to do it one-way, he probably assumed he should add something like journalism in there. He could probably become someone like Anna Wintour or such. He had a big ego and big aspirations, so it fitted totally. He couldn't wait for the day where the whole fashion world would feat him and follow every little one of his commands. Especially Kurt Hummel. He just imagined that someday he could make this bitch, his. And since the guy was so willing to fuck other guys and help them get to the top, why not try also to get him. But in order to do that, he had to work for it. Follow the path he had assigned himself, and maybe someday he would actually be close enough for him to get to.

And that had finally arrived. Sure in the mean time, he had actually enjoyed learning about all that fashion world, and he was more determined than ever to arrive to the top, but Kurt Hummel was still one of his little fantasies. Maybe if he got close enough to the guy, he could actually get benefits from him. And besides, he certainly looked like a real good fuck.

Christian was almost aroused by the perspective of spending the day with Kurt Hummel. He dressed himself more carefully than ever, choosing his best pieces of clothing, and taking a long shower before spending at least an hour moisturizing and putting some other creams upon his whole body. He knew it wouldn't happen in one day, but he wanted to make sure that he had all his strengths with him. So by the time he finally finished getting ready, it was already 8:30 am, and he had to rush to work before Kurt would arrive. He surely didn't want to make a bad impression on his first day at work. He had no idea what to expect but he had the weird sensation that something big was going to happen. He just didn't know yet the extent of it.

Half an hour later, he had finally made it to Kurt's office. As soon as he entered the place, Leila practically jumped on him as if she had been waiting for him all that time, which she probably had, as to think of it.

"Good Lord, you're finally here!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Bengasi. There was some kind of accident in the subway, and …" Perfect, with the just amount of innocence, and naivet�.

"It's ok. Just be glad that Kurt hasn't arrived yet. He won't be late now. In the mean time, come with me in my office, I still have some papers for you to fill and sign."

Christian did as he was told and followed Leila through the hallways of the bureau. Everybody, including Kurt had fallen for his little act of the innocent, na�ve, over enthusiastic boy, who was impressed by life. He had always mastered this part of himself that he usually delivered to wrap people around his little finger. His rare friends, mostly girls, found him perfectly diabolic, because he was even vicious than girls, but with the cold mental of a man. When you met him for the first time, you couldn't doubt any second that this kid was the biggest asshole in this planet. And Christian was really proud of it. Distinguish itself from the rest, shock people. It was just a game for him. Play with everyone to get his way to the top, and realize his dreams. He was an outcaste and proud to be. But as he filled the documents Leila presented him, he realized it was still not enough. Sure his friends knew what kind of person he was, what cold manipulative bitch he could be, but not the rest of the world. And he needed the spotlight. He needed people to fear him and to bow to him for his mind. And it wasn't a stupid contract that would stop him. Confidentiality clause? It was just a joke! He was smart enough to know how to pass through it. That said, if he didn't succeed to get Kurt first. Because he was his key to the top. He knew that the other man was cold, but like he had noticed the previous day, not cold enough. He could take it in is advantage. He could play mind games and get closer to him. He would end up with the biggest and most original magazine that NY had seen in a long time. And all thanks to Kurt! He couldn't wait to start.

But unfortunately, he would have to wait, because Kurt was nowhere to be seen. Leila had told him that he was normally there around 9:30 am, sometimes a bit later if he had engagements the night before like Broadway but it wasn't one of those days. Anyway, he wasn't here and Chris had already finished filling in the paperwork and was simply waiting in the meeting room, for Kurt to show up. Leila wanted to give him a tour but she figured she would probably wait for Kurt because he had expressly made the wish the day before that he would do it himself. So in the mean time, Chris just had to wait. And the more he waited, the more he started to think that something was clearly wrong.

The door of the room was open and he could see the people starting to worry about Kurt's lateness, and some of them were actually trying to call him every two minutes, without any success obviously. A tall brunette with a Latino features had just arrived and was stressing like crazy because apparently she had a urgent meeting with Kurt about sponsors or something like that. Apparently they had a meeting at 10:30, and well, it was way past 11 at this point. An other guy, as Christian recognized like Jeff, the financial director was yelling on some people. Apparently, the big boss disappearance wasn't something he could handle very well. But no one seemed to give a crap about his fist and Christian thought that maybe they were all used to his dramas.

In all, Christian find the time very endearing and interesting. He was able to figure out the whole office dynamic just by watching their little show. As talented as some of them were, they were also very lost without Kurt. Apparently he was the one who kept things in order. It was pretty simple then: if Christian wanted to make a dent, he would have to get straight to the top. Leila, or Jeff were nobodies without Kurt, and that suited very well Chris. If he get to him, than no one would have anything to say about it. Well, assuming he would come.

As soon as he thought that maybe his day might have been lost, the doors of the bureau finally opened and Kurt stepped in. Or was it Kurt? Because frankly, he really didn't look like the man Christian had seen the previous day, or ever. I mean sure, everybody had their though days, but that was just… something else. He looked like he had buried his whole family or something like that. But it didn't make sense also, because if something as tragic and grave as that happened, then what the fuck was he doing at work? Chris knew that Kurt was currently single, he read every single people magazine after all. It was probably not a break up situation or something, because there was no way Kurt would let his emotions get in the way of his life, and he would never show up to work looking like that. Except he did. And it was scary. So was he. Because the nice, caring, and professional man he had witnessed the day before was now gone. As soon as he entered the office, practically his whole stuff jumped on him, like Leila had done with Chris. But he bet he wouldn't have done that if they had known what his reaction would be.

"FUCK! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU, ANIMALS TO LET ME BREATH! STOP JUMPING ON ME EVERY FUCKING TIME! IF YOU NEED SOMETHING I'M IN MY OFFICE !" Kurt yelled, making everyone jump backward in shock, and in fear. But he didn't care one bit about his sudden burst as he was already making his way to his office, with everyone spreading in his way, like they were afraid to touch him or something. Well, with good reason. Because apparently not only Kurt was in a terrible shape but he was also in the worst mood ever. Something that the entire staff had probably never seen because they were still frozen in shock. Something that Kurt had noticed, because right before closing his door, he thought appropriate to shout some more.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT? GO DO SOMETHING, I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO STAND STILL MOUTH OPENED LIKE FUCKING GOLD FISHES. IF SOMEONE IS NOT HAPPY THE DOOR IS RIGHT THERE! LEILA, BRING ME THAT KID, CHRIS, IF YOU'RE STILL CAPABLE OF DOING YOUR JOB!"

As if it needed more effects, he slammed the door behind him so hard that the glasses of the offices next door actually vibrated.

Chris was mortified. Ok, that wasn't at all in his plans.

He was very well tempted to run away from that crazy mad house, but something told him that he didn't have the choice really, as he saw Leila coming toward him, still shaking from fear. Well, he didn't blame her. His own hands were wet with sweat.

"Christian… huh.. I guess you should probably go see Kurt…" said Leila, with a apologetic glance. Well, I guess she should be sorry, because Chris was probably going to get killed in there.

"Huh… not that it's any of my business, but what's happening with him?" asked Chris, slowly standing up. He was really in no hurry.

"I don't know" sighed Leila. "I have no effing idea. I've never seen him so upset. Neither did the rest of us, as you can see" finished Leila, waving at the people that were still standing in the hallway, whispering and gasping.

"But you should probably go in, before he comes out and struggle all of us."

Well, wasn't nice. He had became the freaking lamb that was destined to feed the Lion, so everybody could be safe. It was fucking great!

But Christian wasn't the one to back down, and actually followed Leila through the hallway till the door of Kurt's office. Leila took a deep breath and knocked.

"COME IN! AND IT BETTER BE WOTH MY ATTENTION!" responded Kurt, loud enough for Chris and Leila to hear him. Well, actually he guessed that the whole office had heard him once again.

"Good luck" whispered to him Leila, before opening the door and letting him in. Chris breathed deeply before getting in the cage of the beast. The door closed behind him. Chris raised his head, and met Kurt's eyes. Definitely wanted to run.

Now that Chris was actually facing the man, he realized that he was in worst shape that he initially thought. He was wearing sweatpants! No really sweatpants! Well, they were Ermenegildo Zegna sweatpants but they were still freaking sweatpants! Chris would never go out like that and frankly he though that neither did Kurt. But it wasn't all of it. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red and swallowed as if he had been crying all night, and injected with blood. His face was even paler than normally, and like Chris noticed with horror, he even had cuts on his hands, and neck. Cut of glass. What the fucking hell happened to the man?

"Are you gonna stay there standing like a fool or actually take a fucking seat so we can start working?" asked sharply Kurt, his deathly bitchy gaze directed at Chris.

Well, Chris was perfectly good were he was. Actually he would have preferred to be out of that office actually, of the whole building even, but he didn't have a choice. So he took a seat in front of Kurt's office, and waited until the other man spoke again. Which never happened, as suddenly, the door burst open, and Jeff, entered the bureau. Without even knocking first! Well, the man had guts.

"Kurt, what the fuck was that all about?" yelled Jeff, positively enraged.

"Jeff, how nice to hear from you! I thought you had decided to ignore my face. Well, I wish you did. It was very restful while it lasted" ironized Kurt

"Don't go all sarcastic bitch on ME! Do you realize what you just did? How you treated everybody? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Well, last time I checked I was Kurt Hummel, CEO of P's Legacy and legal boss of you all !" responded as wittily Kurt, an actual smirk on his face.

Well, apparently he really didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone. Chris could be harsh too, but that man was just awful to people who didn't deserve it. What the fuck had happen that it would change Kurt that much? Erase any trace of kindness and humanity and regret in the man?

"Kurt, I'm talking to you straight here! Don't play dumb! What the fuck is happening with you? The last time I saw you that trashed was when Blaine left!"

Wait, who was Blaine again?

"Oh this is it! This is about Blaine, right? I knew it, I fucking knew it but you wouldn't listen to me!" Jeff looked like almost proud to be right. Until he saw the look Kurt gave him. Chris was pretty sure at this point that the saying was wrong : "looks could kill". At least Kurt's. Because if the man had ever given such a look to Chris, he was practically sure he would have a hard attack or something. Apparently, Jeff didn't. Even though he had stop talking. Wise of him.

"Don't you dare say another word Jeff! Don't you dare say I said so! Because YOU FUCKING KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY LIFE!" Yelled Kurt, shaking with anger.

"Wow, what the hell is happening here, dude?"

The voice came from behind, and Chris turned so quickly that his neck cracked. Standing in the frame of the door, was the tallest man Chris had ever seen. A regular T Rex. Well, actually he wasn't that tall, but compared to Chris, and since he was seating, he looked pretty lengthened. The weird thing was that Chris was pretty sure he had seen it from somewhere, like on some papers, but he couldn't put a name on the face. A face that was pretty confused at the moment.

"Finn, what t are you doing here?" sighed Kurt, calming down for a moment.

"I came here because I wanted to have lunch with my brother, and what I discover is a full bureau frozen in shock at the yells that are coming from your office. I swear we can hear you from the elevator!"

Oh then that guy was his brother! Weird, though Chris, they didn't look alike at all. Never mind, maybe this guy would be able to calm Kurt, because frankly Chris was ready to freak out.

"No Finn, I don't want to have lunch. Now, get out!" responded abrasively Kurt.

The said brother Finn gasped in shock. Apparently he wasn't used either to that side of Kurt. Who could be? But the thing was, that this guy was his brother so he probably wasn't gonna give up so easily. Which he didn't. He did exactly the contrary of Kurt had asked, and stepped in completely into the office, closing the door behind him, before leaning forward to face Kurt properly.

"Ok Kurt, what the fuck is going on? You seem shaken, dude!"

"Oh god, you finally grew a brain a started to noticed things! Good for you, Finn!"

"Hey Bro, it was mean…"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE FINN, OK? I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF YOUR BIG PERSON IS OFFENDED BY MY WORDS AND YOU JUST CAN'T TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" Kurt had apparently given up on controlling his voice. And the more he yelled, the more he was getting high pitched. It reminded Chris of that fucking chalk on the black board. Awful.

"What the fuck is up with you dude? I'm just here to have lunch with you, and you go all Lima Heights on me!"

"Don't go pretending to have lunch. I know why you are here. You want to talk about Blaine, like your little buddy Jeff, here. Well, you know what? SCREW YOU! I don't want to hear what you have to say!"

"Kurt, it's just that the guy hurt you, and we want to make sure…"

"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE SURE FINN? BECAUSE IT LOOKS TO ME LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO MESS UP MY LIFE ONCE AGAIN. EVERY TIME I GET A TINY BIT HAPPY, YOU'RE ALL HERE TO MESS IT UP!"

" Hey, it's not fair dude! You know how much we helped you!"

"WHEN EXACTLY? WHEN YOU TOLD ME TO BREAK UP WITH JEREMY? SEE WHERE THAT GOT ME? I WAS GOOD BEFORE YOU CAME AND TRIED TO CONVINCE ME TO BREAK IT OFF! I WAS HAPPY!"

"No you were not. I know it and you know it. That dude was dangerous and you saw it by yourself!"

"JUST BECAUSE YOU MADE ME DO IT! I ALMOST LOST MY CAREER OUT OF IT AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULTS! AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I LISTENED TO YOU. I FUCKING CONCENTRATED ON MY WORK, BUT EVEN THEN YOU WERE NOT HAPPY!AND WHAT DID IT GOT ME? TO THIS FUCKING ANDREA WHO BROKE ME ONCE AGAIN! SERIOUSLY PEOPLE STOP INTERVENING IN MY LIFE! I DON'T NEED YOU. I WAS HAPPY JUST THE WAY I WAS!"

"No you're wrong!"

"I'M FUCKING RIGHT! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I SHOULD THINK AND WHAT I SHOULD DO, OK? STOP SAYING THAT I SHOULDN'T ACT LIKE A WHORE OR WHATEVER BECAUSE APPARENTLY THAT'S JUST WHO I AM!"

"what? "

"YEAH, JEFF YOU HEARD ME! I'M JUST A FUCKING MAN WHORE AND EVEN BLAINE KNOWS IT! SO REALLY I DON'T NEED YOU TO COME AND TALK TO ME ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH BLAINE BECAUSE THERE IS NO RELATIONSHIP! APPARENTLY I JUST SCREW AND GET IT OVER WITH!"

"don't say that, Kurt. You matter…"

"OH SCREW YOU FINN! DON'T GO REPEATING WORDS YOU HEARD MY FATHER SAY! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING; IT MEANS NOTHING! NO FUCKING SHIT! BECAUSE EVERYONE IN MY LIFE MADE SURE THAT I WOULD KNOW IT; I DON'T MATTER FINN! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S OK!"

"Kurt…"

"NO, NO KURT, FINN! I DON'T FUCKING MATTER SO WHY SHOULD ALL BOTHER GIVING ME YOUR STUPID ADVICES THAT JUST MAKE MY LIFE WORST? HUH? BECAUSE I SWEAR FINN, YOU DON'T HELP. BECAUSE ALL YOU EVER DO, IS FUCKING JUDGE ME! THAT'S NOT WHAT FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE SUPPOSED TO DO; THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT. THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO YOU, TO HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. TO UNDERSTAND YOU! NOT TO JUMP AT YOUR TROATH EVERY FUCKING TIME YOU SAY OR DO SOMETHING!"

"it's just that we care about you Kurt…"

"WELL STOP, BECAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG! YOU'VE DONE IT WRONG ALL THOSE TIME AND YOU'RE STILL DOING IT WRONG! DID YOU ALL STOP ONE SECOND AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE THOUGHT THAT WHAT I WAS GOING THROUGH WITH BLAINE MIGHT BE AFFECTING ME? THAT I WOULD NEED SUPPORT, AND LOVE FROM MY FRIENDS? NO! ALL YOU DID, WAS YELL AT ME, AND JUDGE ME! YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE FINN! YOU JUST JUDGE! WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, I'VE ENOUGH PEOPLE FUCKING JUDGING ME! I DON'T NEED MY FRIENDS TO DO IT TOO!"

"I'm sorry…"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF YOU'RE SORRY FINN ! SORRY DOESN'T SOLVE A THING! I'M SORRY THAT I HAD TO WELCOME BLAINE INTO MY LIFE BUT IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT HE'S HERE! MY FUCKING HEAD IS A MESS! IT'S A WAR IN THERE. I'M SO CLOSE TO THE POINT OF BREAKING! AND YOU, CALLING YOURSELF MY FRIENDS, JUST MAKE IT WORSE! YOU'RE SCREAMING AT ME, AS IF I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH CRIES IN MY HEAD! YOU'RE JUDGING ME, AND POINTING AT ME, AS IF I WASN'T ALREADY CONDAMNED EVERY FUCKING DAY! I JUST NEEDED SOMEONE TO LISTEN. TO BE THERE AND TO HOLD ME WHILE I CRIED! BUT INSTEAD, YOU JUST FUCKING MADE ME CRY HARDER! BUT I'M DONE CRYING, I'M DONE FUCKING CARING. SO JUST STOP ALREADY TOO! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL ANYMORE, OK? I'M BETTER OFF BY MYSELF, WITHOUT FRIENDS, THAN WITH FAKE FRIENDS! I'M BETTER OF MYSELF, WITHOUT BLAINE OR ANYONE. THEY SEE ME AS FUCKING COLD HEARTED FUCKING ASSHOLE? WELL, THAT'S JUST WHO I'M GONNA BE! A FUCKING COLD MAN WHORE, WHO DOESN'T NEED ANYBODY AND DOESN'T FUCKING CARE TO BE JUDGED! BUT NOT BY MY FRIENDS! NEVER! SO JUST STOP CARING ALREADY! YOU'RE DOING EVERYTHING WRONG! "

And on that note, Kurt stormed out of the office, fuming like a mad man, leaving behind three men, well, actually a whole office, thunderstruck.

Well, that was definitely not what Chris had expected from his first day at work.

When he finally left the office, a few moments later, along with half the office, because really no one was in the mood for working, and the initial shock started to fade, he realized that actually it was very endearing day. Very educational also.

So, there was a Blaine in the picture apparently, and he was driving Kurt crazy. The other guys, Jeremy and Andrea, Chris had heard of, but Blaine never. Apparently it was someone from his past, before Kurt had became famous. Someone that the media never found out about. And now, Chris knew. He was in the confidence of the gods! Jeez, he loved it! But he didn't love that idea of Blaine. That guy was trouble. Just look at what he did to Kurt! No, Kurt couldn't stay with the guy because it would mess with his life and career and Chris couldn't let that happen. Later when he would have his own job and magazine, and when he would have screwed Kurt, well, he didn't care but not now. He was so close and Blaine, whoever he was, wasn't gonna mess it up for him! He had to make sure to know who this guy was and erase him from Kurt's life. It would maybe hurt Kurt, but he would get over it. And Chris would help him. And grateful, Kurt would help Chris back! It was just a genius plan! Now, all he had to do was to discover more about that Blaine dude. Well, maybe if he tipped off the media, it would be quicker. That wasn't included in his confidentially clause, was it? Perfect, just perfect. Actually, to think of it, it was really…

"Best first day at job ever!" said loudly Chris, a devious mile on his lips, as he crossed the street. Game on.

Just after hanging up with Quinn, Blaine had practically run out of the office, direction the airport. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been! Why the hell did he reacted so strongly last night! Why he didn't took some time to actually listen to what Kurt had to say. Instead of demanding explanations, he just got angry and yelled at him. What was wrong with him? Why had he felt so threatened? He honestly had no idea.

The only thing he knew is that Andrea made him jealous. Madly jealous. Maybe because he hadn't been part of Kurt's life for so long, and he was afraid that the man had replaced him with some freaking perfect model god. He was feeling already so unsure of himself, so unconfident that Andrea's return just made things worse. But how could he doubt one second Kurt? How could he think that the man only played with him? How could he attribute their sex incident to some kind of Kurt's dirty behavior? What a fool!

He had seen Kurt, and he had comforted him and they had talked. He had witnessed how broken the man was, and how he seemed to get better with Blaine on his side. How his whole face illuminated when Blaine walked in. And still, Blaine had doubted his love and sincerity. He had called him a whore and told him he wasn't worth anything! What the fuck was wrong with him?

He was feeling so guilty, so ashamed of himself. Quinn had finally told him the whole story, everything that Kurt wasn't able or ready to tell, and now, finally, Blaine knew. And it hurt. The truth hurt, because it was so much worse than Blaine ever imagined. Sure, Blaine had a rough 5 years, but Kurt's story was worse than anything. He didn't know how the man was still standing. Still walking, and talking. And smiling! He was smiling, and Blaine knew now, that it must have taken a mountain of efforts to put that smile on his face. To crack jokes normally. To tease Blaine. But he did it anyway, because he loved Blaine. He loved him and he made efforts to show it. And Blaine just messed it up.

The flight back was too long, and Blaine couldn't stop fidgeting on his chair, so much that the flight attendant actually came to see him and asked him if he needed anything, because he thought that Blaine was scared of flying. Well, Blaine was indeed scared but not of flying. He was scared because every minute that went by was a minute where Kurt though that Blaine hated him and considered like a whore. A minute when Kurt was full of self loathing. A minute when he could do anything drastic to stop hurting. And Blaine had a hard time just seating there in that fucking plane, waiting for the thing to land off. Obviously, he had changed his flight into a earlier one, because there was no way he would wait until 3pm to board on the damn thing. By then, he knew it would be too late. Too late for what? He didn't want to think about it. It was too scary. He just hope, that by taking the 12:00am flight, he would be there on time. To go find Kurt, and make amends. To rescue him from whatever dark place he was in. To make things right.

And every minute in the freaking plane, was an other stab straight into Blaine's heart. A minute away from Kurt.

He finally landed 45 minutes later, and Blaine was the first one out of the plane. People saw him pass by, wondering was this guy looked like he was running after his life. Because he was. Because Kurt was his life. And it was slowly fading away. he needed to catch it before it was too late. Before it would fade away completely.

He actually begged people to let him get first on the cab line, and people actually let him. They just needed to look at him to see that this man was indeed desperate to get somewhere, and he might die, if he didn't right away. Blaine didn't care one second about being rude, or cutting people off, because at this point nothing really mattered. It didn't mattered how people saw him. The only one that mattered was Kurt. Kurt's vision of him was his only concern and right now he hated him and hated himself. And that couldn't happen.

The journey on the cab from the airport to Kurt's apartment was the longest that Blaine had ever experienced. He couldn't stop asking the cab driver to go faster, or to take a shorter cut. Obviously he was pissing him off, but again the driver didn't comment, because he had caught Blaine's urgent expression. Something was clearly happening, so he just followed Blaine's instructions, speeding more than it was actually allowed. The hell with the law! The man behind him was such in despair that Franck, the driver took pity on him. After a few miles, he was even as eager to arrive at destination as his client, even though he had no freaking clue of what would happen after. But call it a sense of duty or compassion or whatever you want, but he made it his goal to make the shortest and fattest journey that New York cab drivers had ever seen. He would have if it wasn't for the immense traffic that blocked them 10 blocks from destination.

But then again, Blaine didn't hesitate. He paid the driver and decided to finish the way on foot. Franck saw him running like a mad man, as soon as he got down from the car. He just wished he would get on time to whatever he was going. He certainly deserved too, with that much dedication. Frank didn't know what he was running for, but he was pretty sure it involved a person. Well, that person was probably the luckiest alive, because Frank was pretty sure the world would be a better place if every person cared so much about other people. Hell, he would be the luckiest mother fucker alive if someone was chasing after him so ardently!

Blaine ran like he had never run before, like fire was chasing him, like he might die if he stopped. He didn't even notice the 10 blocks before finally stopping dead in front of Kurt's building, a pain on his side, and his breath caught in his throat. The doorman looked at him funny when he walked by but other than didn't make any sorts of comments. After all he had seen him pass by the previous night, angrier than ever. He just guessed that probably, Blaine was here to make amends to Mr. Hummel or something. Because the man knew everything. He had seen that guy, Mr. Hummel ex boyfriend come by last night and he had heard the gossip going around the building. A pretty fight had been witnessed and heard between those 3, the previous night. It was just probably round 2 on his way up. Nothing to throw a fit about. The doorman had witnessed stranger things happen in that building since Mr. Hummel had moved in. Stranger things including some of his relatives and friends who were just plain crazy. But he wasn't gonna complain about it. It just made his job way less boring. More gossip was on the way.

After the longest elevator ride ever, Blaine had finally made it to Kurt's door, where he actually froze. Suddenly, he no idea what to do. He had only thought about making it here the fattest but he hadn't though about what he would say once he would. And by the way, why was he in front of his apartment ? It was almost 1:30 pm, and Kurt, should have been at work. But something inside Blaine, had assured him otherwise. But it didn't really matter, if he wasn't there, then he would just go to his office. No big deal. But he should probably make sure first by knocking or something. But he couldn't. H was frozen. Come on, Blaine, you didn't run all this way, you didn't cross all this people at the cab line, you didn't change your flight just so can stare at a door! Stop being a coward and fucking knock.

"You should probably knock or something. The door won't open by itself" Blaine turned to see that one of Kurt's neighbors, was staring at him, smirking at the sign of Blaine's coward attitude.

"I should… yeah"

"By the way, would you please tell your friend, that next time he decide to move his furniture at such a late hour of the night, I'm gonna call the police. He clearly has no idea how to live in community." Commented the neighbors, before stepping in his own apartment.

What the hell was this guy talking about? Kurt had been moving furniture all night? What kind of reaction to what happened was that? Blaine was just plain confuse and it was maybe that, more than anything else, that finally made him decide to just use his key and get in. At this point, it couldn't hurt. And besides, he wasn't sure if Kurt would answer the door and let him in. Especially if he knew who it was. So he just turned the key into the lock and pushed the door. The sight that welcomed him was… terrifying.

The apartment was… trashed. That was the only word that Blaine could think of. Absolutely trashed. Furniture were ripped apart, and lamps were broken on the floor, paintings had been removed from their spot on the wall and were just lying there, with traces upon them, like if someone had walked over them or something. And god, there was glass absolutely everywhere! Some from the vases, some from the TV screen, that Blaine recognized.

"OH SWEET FUCKING LORD ! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?" howled Blaine in fear.

"It's quite a mess, isn't it? Just reflecting my life that's it."

Blaine's head snapped to see that Kurt was standing in front of him, arms crossed on his chest, looking in a more terrible state than he had ever seen him. But what shocked and hurt more than anything, was the expression in his eyes. It wasn't hurt, it wasn't anger. It was a mix of it all, with some despair, self loathing, shame, and a bit of disgust. In all, the worst sight ever. The way he was crossing his arms supposed that he was holding himself together as is he was afraid of collapsing at any moment. And he really was, because even if he tried to stand still, Blaine could notice that his entire body was shaking and about to give up. He wanted to run in his arms, and hold him before he would fall but he couldn't. No he couldn't because he had no right. Not after he had done, not after what he had called him. He had crushed him once again. Just like he did 5 years ago. But Blaine could see now that it was even worse than 5 years ago. Because this time, he left on purpose, and willingly. He left Kurt with an explanation and it was worse than no explanation at all. He had made the man believe that he had abandoned because of who he was. And that was the worst.

But he still didn't know what to say, and Kurt was still there, barely standing, using his last forces to not collapse. So Blaine just said the stupidest thing he could think of.

"Did you get robbed or what?"

"No I'm afraid that's all my work. I can be very fierce if I want to. I might even show you in a second if you don't get the hell out of my place." Kurt didn't yell or raise his voice, but Blaine wished he did. It would have made things easier than to hear this cold harsh and disgusted tone of his.

"Kurt, I'm not going anywhere. I can't. Not before I can tell you how sorry I am." Said Blaine, meeting Kurt's glance. He tried to communicate him how sincere and sorry he was with his eyes, and everything else he didn't know to say, but Kurt couldn't have it. He kept avoiding his looks.

"Oh you're sorry? Well, you know what? I fucking don't give a crap. So you can take your puppy eyes look elsewhere and leave me be!"

"Please Kurt, please just listen to me" begged Blaine, almost in tears.

"Why should I, when you didn't when I asked you to do the same thing? Huh? Why should I listen to you when you deliberately ignored me yesterday? When you wouldn't pause a second to hear what I had to say? When you wouldn't even give me the benefice of the doubt? Huh? So I think I have no obligation and I might just return the courtesy. Now, GET OUT!"

But Blaine wasn't going to give up so easily! Oh no! So before Kurt could even grasp what was happening, Blaine moved forward and grabbed Kurt by the arms and dragged him in the equally trashed living room. Blaine tried to make him seat on the sofa, but Kurt had finally reacted. He was trying to get out of Blaine's tight hold, screaming like if he was being mugged or something.

"Stop fighting me Kurt! You're gonna trip or fall and hurt yourself!"

"AND WHAT DO YOU CARE BLAINE? WHAT DO YOU CARE IF I FALL AND HURT OR KILL MYSELF? YOU MADE REALLY CLEAR LAST NIGHT THAT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME ANYMORE! DO WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE, BLAINE?"

"BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING WRONG KURT! I WAS FUCKING WRONG! I DON'T WANT AND WON'T LEAVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I JUST FUCKING LOVE YOU! THAT'S WHY!"

"NO YOU DON'T! YOU JUST WANT TO SCREW ME! ISN'T WHAT YOU SAID LAST NIGHT? THAT I WAS A FUCKING WHORE WHO WASN'T WORTH ANYTHING? SO YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK ME ONE LAST TIME AND THEN YOU'LL LEAVE AGAIN!"

"KURT, PLEASE STOP FIGHTING ME AND LISTEN! I WAS FUCKING WRONG! I WAS JEALOUS, I WAS BLIND, I LET MY ANGER AND MY FUCKING LOW SELF ESTIME GET IN THE WAY! I GOT JALEOUS OF ANDREA, OF JEREMY AND ALL THE OTHERS!"

"wait, how do you know about Jeremy? " Kurt was so surprised that he forgot to yell and stopped to fight Blaine.

"Quinn told me. I'm sorry, Kurt."

"What did she tell you exactly?" asked Kurt, as if he was suddenly afraid of the truth.

"Everything…" confessed Blaine, head down, letting go of Kurt. He didn't know why he released him, but it didn't matter because Kurt wasn't going anywhere. Well, in fact he did move. He went to sit on the couch, head in the hands, almost whimpering. He looked devastated. He was devastated. Blaine did the only thing he could think of: he sat next to him, close but not close enough for Kurt to feel threatened.

"So this is why you're here then…" muttered Kurt, his head still hidden behind his fingers. It was like he was trying to support it so it wouldn't fall.

"Yes" breathed honestly Blaine.

"You're here because Quinn told you my poor story and now you feel guilty…"

"Wait! No, that's not it Kurt! Not at all!" protested Blaine.

"So you're not feeling guilty?" asked Kurt, finally raising his head to look at Blaine

"Guilty? More than you can ever know. But not for what you think…"

"So, you're not here because you pity me? Because you felt bad about your words and wanted to make amends, just so you can leave with your conscience in peace?"

"No, Kurt, I swear, it's not that at all!"

"BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR PITY! I DON'T WANT ANYBODY TO PITY ME! ESPECIALLY NOT YOU, BLAINE! YOU HEARD ME? I'M TELLING YOU, YOU CAN LEAVE WITH YOUR CONSCIENCE IN PEACE! YOU TRIED TO HELP ME BUT I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR HELP! I DON'T! SO GET OUT AND GO FUCKING LIVE YOUR LIFE! AND JUST PLEASE, PLEASE, FORGET ABOUT ME!" Kurt was screaming, but Blaine knew that it was just a defense mechanism. The truth was that Kurt was on the edge of breaking, of exploding in tears, but he was so damn proud, that he didn't want to let one single tear out with Blaine on the room. He wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction to know that Blaine had hurt him. Had touched him. He was too proud for that. But he wasn't strong enough. Not anymore.

Blaine understood at this point that no matter what he would say, Kurt would always take it the wrong way. There was no way of winning with words, not when Kurt was so upset. Maybe later, when he would calm down, they would talk, but definitely not now. So Blaine did the only thing he thought of. He knew it might be dangerous, it may lead to a reenactment of that night, it might back fire on him, but the hell with that! He moved forward and grabbed Kurt fiercely and crashed him against his chest.

Of course, Kurt wouldn't let go so easily. He kept trying to get out but was so emotionally and physically tired that he hadn't much strength anymore. Actually, Blaine was almost as drained as the other man, but it just felt like someone had injected him a shot a Adrenaline. He was holding more tightly than he ever thought possible and no kick, no punch, no scream of Kurt could reach him. He just kept pressing the taller man's had on his chest, and leaned forward so he could talk in his ear.

"I don't pity you Kurt. I pity myself. I pity myself because I'm a dumb stupid asshole who didn't realize what a gift you were, what a wonderful, exceptional man you became, until I lost you. I pity myself because I'm so emotionally damaged that I react always the wrong way with you. That I blame you for all the things that I should have blamed myself for. I accused you of cheating but truthfully, I was the one who cheated; I cheated with Lisa, on you, on my life, on the world. I blamed you for being cold, and heartless but I'm the cold self loathing one. I hated my life and myself for so long and I didn't even admit it. And even when you welcomed me back into your life and you took care of me, I had to go and mess it up because I just couldn't accept the fact that I was so broken. So I blamed you. For everything and all those things I just said; I'm sorry Kurt. I'm so sorry. I imposed myself on you, I leaned on you when you couldn't even lean on yourself. We were like those two Pise towers, leaning on each other, and fighting to make the other one fall first so it would ease our own fall. I'm sorry Kurt. I'm so sorry. But I don't want to lose you. I know I have a lot to make amends for but I just can't loose you. Because I'm nothing without you. You are perfect to me, with your flaws and your past. With all your mistakes and your missteps. You are perfect. You hear me? You're a hundred times the man I'll ever be. You're worth anything, everything. You're worth all the gold in the universe and all the water in the ocean. Because you're you. You're Kurt freaking Hummel and you matter! Don't ever let anyone tell you the opposite, even me! Don't ever forget that, please Kurt! Please, let me love you, let me show it to you!"

And then Blaine started singing. Because he knew that his own words were not enough. They had never been enough. But when he sang, when he took someone else's words, story to make them yours, than, only then, he was in his element. He could forget about everything and make the world forget with him. There was nothing else but the song, but the story it told, but the emotion Blaine put in the verses. It was nothing else but the truth.

Don't leave me

Let's forget for all

Can be forgotten

Which is gone by already

Forget the time of misunderstandings

And the time lost

Finding out how

To forget those hours

Which sometimes killed

By blows of "why?"

The heart of happiness.

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

I will give pearls of rain

Come from countries where it never rains

I will dig up the earth even in death

To cover your body with gold and white light

I will make a domain

Where love shall be king

Where love shall be law

Where you shall be queen

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Kurt had started crying. He was clinging so hard at Blaine's shirt, his whole body convulsing. And he was sobbing, delivering his whole heart to Blaine. Blaine who just hold him tighter if possible and kept singing. He wasn't done. He had so much more to say.

Don't leave me

I shall invent senseless words

Which you will understand

I shall tell you about those lovers

Who saw twice

Their hearts go up in flames

I shall tell you the story of that king

Dead for not having succeeded

In finding you.

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

One has often seen

Burst anew the fire

Of an old volcano

Believed to be spent

There are, it is said, scorched lands

Yielding more wheat

Than the best of April

And when the evening comes

To make the sky flare up

Don't the black and red wed?

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Blaine had started crying also and had a hard time chocking the words out. But the song wasn't finished. He wasn't finished. he had to say it all. Everything and more.

Don't leave me

I'll weep no more

I'll speak no more

I'll hide right here

To look at you

dance and smile

To listen to you sing

And then laugh….

Let me become the shadow

Of your shadow

The shadow of your hand

The shadow of your dog, but

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

The song had ended for quite some time already but neither of the men cared. They kept holding each other, crying, for what might have seemed an eternity to both of them. The time was suspended, the world had stopped turning, and all was left, was two men delivering their heart, their sorrow, their distress, to each other. Their love too.

Because there was no doubt that their loved each other, more than anything, more than anyone else. Blaine knew it and Kurt knew it. They were damaged good, they were in ruins, but it wasn't over. They still had each other. They would always have each other. Even after death, even in heaven or hell. They belonged together in their mind and in their heart. And no one could ever walk away, as hard as they tried sometimes.

But it wasn't healthy. Not that way, at least. They couldn't stay that way. They would have to find a new path to follow, and new beginning to start with. Because that path was consumed, that story had been used. And it just couldn't fit anymore. Because they had changed so much. Because they were two different men from what they used to be. They had grown and been altered by life and its challenges. They just couldn't pretend otherwise.

But just for now, they could maybe stay a little longer like that. Pretend a bit longer. Just for a couple of minutes, a couple of hours, or a couple of years.

Or not. Because life wasn't going to give them a rest. As much as they wanted to forget about the world, it wouldn't give the same courtesy, and maybe for the hundredth time those past few days, a ringing interrupted them. Someone was at the door, life was in motion. And no one could ignore it.

Kurt detached himself slowly from Blaine's embrace who just let him go with a sad smile, which Kurt returned, before standing up. Blaine saw him move carefully around the place, making sure not to trip on something or cut himself with glass, and he knew that he had won the battle. Oh there was still so much to fight for, but that battle, for Kurt's humanity had been won. Kurt was fighting again for his life, for his well being, and Blaine knew that he wouldn't give up on it anytime soon. He leaned back on the couch, adjusting his clothes, rubbing off his puppy eyes, but smiling. Whoever was at the door, Kurt could handle it.

He heard muffled sound coming from the vestibule and before he could even wonder who'd that be, an procession of people burst into the living room. Blaine jumped straight on the couch when he saw Mercedes, Rachel, Sam, Finn and Puck enter the room.

"Ah good, there is Blaine. Perfect!" said Rachel, rubbing her hands together.

"wow, man, you really went for it this time! The place looks like Hulk paid on a visit or something" said Puck, very much impressed. But apparently, it wasn't the first time that happened, deduced Blaine from his words. And he could pretty much guess when was the last time also.

"Ok Kurt go take a seat on the couch, and stay there" said Sam, pushing him toward the sofa. Kurt looked to say the least very confused at his friends' sudden appearance, but seated anyway like he was told. Blaine shot him a questioning look but he just shrugged. Apparently they would just have to wait and find out what the show was about.

They all got stood in a perfect line in front of two men and while Puck was doing god knows what with a computer that he had brought with him, Finn took a step forward and started to speak.

"Kurt I'm sorry for earlier. I realized after you left that I had no right to come and accuse you like that. Not only for today, but also for all those times that, like you said, I judged you without even listening to what you had to say. I'm sorry bro."

"No I'm sorry Finn." Sighed Kurt. He was feeling extremely ashamed of how he talked to Finn earlier. He had no right to say those things, even if he was angry. Because they were wrong. Because he knew how much every one of his friends had scarified for him when he was down. How long they stayed with him, through the worst times of his short life. And of course, they had been right to tell him to break up with Jeremy, to stop throwing himself around. Now he realized it. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

"I'm really sorry Finn. I shouldn't have said all those things. It was uncalled for. I was wrong. You did help me all lot; you all did" he added turning to face all his friends, even Puck who had stopped playing with the computer. "You were all here for me, and you saved me. I don't know how I can even begin to thank you for that. I owe so much to you"

"You don't have to thank us, Kurtsie." Said Mercedes, smiling tenderly at him. " And you owe us nothing. Nada. Because that's what friends are for. Support each other in good and bad."

She was looking at her friends with tears in her eyes. Seeing him so broke, so lost was tearing apart his heart. And she wanted to make it right; they all did.

"But we haven't been the best of friends lately, I'm sorry Kurt" said Rachel. "I realize that now. Ever since Blaine came back, we just kept pushing you around, almost bullying you, both, and we didn't stop a minute to think of it what it might do to you. We're sorry."

"Blaine, we 're really sorry for attacking you like that. We should have been more understanding. We should have actually listened to what you had to say" continued Sam.

Blaine was overwhelmed. He couldn't believe that they were actually making amends to him, when he was the one who had messed everything up in the first place. He didn't know what to say, how to show him how grateful he was to have such friends. So he just let his tears fall, but with a smile on his face. Maybe they would understand then.

And they did.

"I felt so bad after you left that I called Rachel and told her everything." Begun again Finn

"And after I stopped yelling at him, I realized that you were right Kurt. We didn't support you like you deserved too. So I called Mercedes and organized a urgent meeting."

"In the mean time, Quinn had called me" explained Mercedes. "She told me everything that happened because she though it was her duty to do so. And she was right. I can't believe that she actually helped you guys more than all of us united."

"It's ok, Cedes." Chocked Kurt, between his own tears.

"No, it's not baby. We have been terrible, terrible friends and we're sorry."

"And I promise dude, that from now on, it's all gonna change. I'm gonna be a true brother to you I swear" added Finn, with force.

"Thank you" managed to choke out Kurt.

"But you know these guy can't do a thing without having the need to sing about it" said Puck. He was talking for the first time since he had installed the computer, and had a strange smile on his face. The kind of smile you had when you knew a secret or what was about to happen.

"Like you don't yourself" shot back Sam who had start grinning too.

"Anyhow" interrupted Rachel, "we thought that we would sing to you, because frankly we suck at speaking."

"But we didn't want to do it alone" added Finn, smirking too.

"Not without all of your friends." Finished Sam.

Wait what? What the hell were they talking about, though Kurt. He was already overwhelmed enough by their presence and now they wanted to sing, on top of it. But what did they mean by all of his friends? Because last time he checked, the rest of the New Directions were spread all around the country and there was no way Finn would bring some of his other friends, from work or Broadway or something. So what the hell they were talking about? And what the hell Puck was doing again with that damn computer?

But suddenly Puck must have switched the sound on because a brouhaha of voice raised from the computer, and a second later, the screen was facing them, and Artie, Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Tina and Mike were all looking at him in various Skype windows. Kurt's breath got caught in his throat. Oh my god, they were all actually here, talking to him from the other side of their computer! All of his freaking friends! The new directions in complete!

"Oh my god, you guys!" it was Blaine who reacted the first, rubbing his eyes, as if he really didn't believe the sight in front him. A sight of all his long lost friends, actually smiling and talking to him.

"Hi there Porcelain! Hobbit!" cheered Santana loud enough to be heard among the other voice, and in the whole living room.

"Those guys mobilized us because they suck too much at the whole friendship thing that they couldn't do a single things without our help!" continued the Latina.

"Anyhow, I called everybody and explained it all, and after they stopped yelling at me, they agreed to have a skpevention." Explained Finn

"That's a Skype intervention" Rachel thought wise to precise, reminding Kurt of an old memory which made him chuckle.

The whole room smiled, including the people on Skype, at Kurt's little happy sound.

"Are we gonna do this thing or not, because frankly I don't have all day. Just kidding Hummel" said Puck quickly, after receiving a bitchy glare from Rachel.

Kurt just smiled more broadly and so did Blaine.

"Well, without further comments, I present you the New Directions. Seat back, Listen carefully and most importantly, enjoy" announced Rachel.

Hum hum hum hum

Hum hum hum hum

They all started harmonizing and Kurt recognized at once the song. Of course, they would sing it! After all, they had done the same for Finn and Quinn a long time ago. And now they were performing it for him and Blaine. It was just too.. much. His hand went to look for Blaine's and found it. He intertwined their fingers together, without looking at him, but smiled when he Blaine squeezed his hand. And right then, right at that moment, he knew that no matter what, things would be ok. Things will ever be ok.

Sometimes in our lives

We all have pain

We all have sorrow

But if we are wise

We know that there's always tomorrow

It wasn't one of the five who had started singing, but like so many years before, it was Artie who had debuted the song. His voice was raising loud and clear from the computer and Kurt could clearly see him sing. It was perfect, it was beautiful and it was all from him. Or so he thought, until he heard Mercedes join the man in the wheelchair.

Lean on me!

When you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on

For it won't be long

'Till I'm gonna need

Somebody to lean on

Please! (please)

Swallow your pride (pride)

If I have things

You need to borrow

(For) for no one can fill

Those of your needs

That you wont let show

Her voice was pure gold. It showed every little emotion, all the love she had to offer to her friends, all her support. She was there for them, for Kurt and for Blaine, no matter what and no matter when. But she wasn't the only one, because as she finished her verse, the whole room started singing, including the ones on Skype. And Kurt could only stare and listen, his heart full of nameless expression that overawed him totally.

So just call (call) on me brother (hey)

When you need a hand (When you need a hand)

We all need (need) somebody to lean on!

(I just might have a problem)

I just might have a problem that you'll understand

We all need somebody to lean on!

Lean on me (hey)

When you're not strong (When you're not strong)

I'll be your friend (I'll be your friend)

I'll help you carry on (help you carry on)

For it wont be long (o it wont be long)

'Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

Blaine had never heard the song performed with so much energy in it. It already meant so much just by itself by sung like that, he just wanted to jump up and sing with the others, with a full smile on his face. He wanted to be part of this celebration of friendship, of love and he wanted it to last forever. Just like he wanted to keep Kurt's hand with him forever. Never letting go, and just be happy. Was is too much too ask? Too much to hope for?

Apparently not because his wish seemed to realize as suddenly Mercedes grabbed him by the arm and dragged him the center of the crowd, along with Kurt, who had been pushed by Rachel. And they just waited him to let go. And so he did. He jumped, and sung his heart out and just let the song overpower him for an instant, forgetting once again about the world and everything outside this place, these people and those voices. And he sung.

(Just lean on me) you just call on me brother (hey)

When you need a hand (when you need a hand)

We all need (need) somebody to lean on! (somebody to lean on)

(I just might) I just might have a problem that you'll understand

We all need somebody to lean on!

Lean on me

If (If)

There is a load! (there is a load)

You have to bare (you have to bare)

That you can't carry

I'm (I'm higher) right up the road

I'll share your load

If you just call me

Call me (I'm calling)

Call me (when you need a friend)

Call me (call me)

Call me (call me) (when you need a friend)

Call me (when you need a friend)

Call me (if you need a friend)

Call me (any time of day

Call me

It won't be long till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on, lean on, lean on

Lean on lean on lean on me when you need a friend

Lean on lean on lean on me lean on me

Lean on lean on lean on me

I'm gonna need (somebody) somebody to lean on

I'm gonna need somebody to lean on (somebody to lean on)

Yeah

The song ended, and Blaine and Kurt found themselves surrounded by the people they loved who all reached for an enormous and remarkable hug. They must have crashed Kurt and Blaine's bones and they were pretty sure they couldn't breath any more but neither of them cared. They were happy. Painfully so. And they never felt more good. More alive. More loved or more cherished. It was perfect. The time it lasted.

Because quickly enough, quicker than Kurt ever wished for, they released their embrace. But the smiles didn't fade, at least. They wouldn't for a long time. They were sure of that. Because they had accumulated more love and more caring that some people experienced in a life time. And they were ok with it. Very much ok.

"I think we should leave you" said Rachel, cleaning off some tears off her face.

"Yeah us too." said Quinn from the computer.

"Best Skype session ever, thought!" cheered Brittany.

"We love you. Both of you. And we'll always be there for you, remember!" continued Tina, with Mike nodding at her side.

"Always, I'm just a phone call and wheelchair away, bros!" added Artie, grinning like a fool.

They eventually all disconnected, and the screen went black. Puck took back the computer and put under his arm, before pulling at him once again Kurt for an other bone crushing hug.

"Won't you stay for a moment? " asked Blaine, shyly.

"Nah, this is your moment. We just came to crash your little party for a while to make amends and tell you that we love you but now, that it's done, we'll are going back to minding our own business" said Sam.

"But don't forget what we said. We're here for you, always. And we mean it. And Blaine, it's as much directed to you as it is to Kurt. I hope you understand how sorry we are, but we want to make things right. I hope you'll let us." Added Rachel, looking at Blaine smiling with all sincerity.

"You already did. Thank you, really, thank you guys."

"After all, a friend is one who walks in when the others walk out. I don't know who said that, but I promise we'll make it our motto from now on" finished Rachel, hugging Blaine one last time.

But they did walk out. But only for a moment. Just so Kurt and Blaine could walk in on each other. Because like they said, it was their moment now. Their time alone to figure out everything else.

And as soon as the door closed behind the last of their friends, Kurt and Blaine turned to look at each and in one movement, jumped in each other's arms. There was nothing more to say or to sing about. Everything had been said for now. Just for now. Because there was still so much to talk about after, to learn and to discover. They needed a fresh start, a new beginning indeed. New bases to fund their relationship upon. But they had already the first rock. The initial one that was holding all the rest. The love. Their incommensurable love. On that, they could build anything if they needed to. It was solid, strong, and would never shatter. They just needed to find now the perfect plan to build their house upon it. Their own perfect future. It might take a lot of time. It might engender a lot of fights, they might even need to destroy it all and take it from the beginning once again, but it didn't matter. Because at some point, they would succeed. They would find a compromise, something they would both agree with and both be pleased with. They would find a new equilibrium.

It might take a lot of time, a lot of wrong turns, but they were not rushed. Oh no, they would no longer rush. They would take the time to learn more about each other's needs and past and dreams so it would be perfectly suited. One step at a time, one rock, one brick after the other. They could start one, by something fairly simple. Simple so common but at the same time so meaningful.

"Would you go on a date with me tomorrow night?" asked suddenly Blaine, still holding Kurt tenderly. The taller man leaned further so he could reach Blaine's ear and whisper back.

"I would love to."

Just like that. A fresh start, a new beginning. Building something new, one step at a time.

And they knew that their time was infinite.