Their relation startled Phil. Now that he was really seeing them, with no evident drama in the air, he could really tell that he had never seen something quite like that before. The way they interacted with each other: so close and yet so far apart at the same time.

Phil wasn't someone you could call a homophobe, but he had never been at ease also with gay public displays of affection. Which was kind of normal in a city like London where he grew up. People were so open in his childhood neighborhood, but he always had been a bit embarrassed and deranged when gay people held hands or kissed in public. To him it felt like they were just showing off, and using it as a way to piss other people off. He knew that it wasn't logical but that's just the way a young boy mind work. As he grew up, he had overcome his prejudices but sometimes he still felt unease facing those situations. But somehow, knowing that those two men in his house were probably lovers or ex lovers didn't bother him so much, because the way they looked at each other, because of the way they moved around each other, the way they cared about each other. As a lawyer, he was a kind of perceptive man, and what he saw was two persons so deeply in love with each other, but fighting it so hard. He didn't know why but it was there. Two persons that shared something that few people shared: caution and passion in the same time. It didn't matter then that they were gay or straight because all he could see now was they were people in love. And for him, as for them, the rest didn't matter.

"Hey Kurt, don't you have a show tonight?" Quinn suddenly asked, having finished her meal, as a way of trying to break the icy atmosphere that had spread into the room.

"Oh. My. God. You're right, I totally forgot!" yelled Kurt, smashing his head with his palm.

"You should get going then…."started Blaine.

"What?" asked Kurt looking at him like he was crazy "No I'm not going! They'll have to do it without me."

"But you're the star…" protested Blaine

"Thanks for saying that" smiled Kurt, "but I'm actually one of the 3 stars. And I'm sure if Mercedes or Rachel heard you say that, they would cut you." Another smile.

"But…"

"God, don't worry Blaine. Ian can replace me. You know we have back up for situations like that…"

"Like a guy calling you in the middle of the night, crying for help and begging you to come rescue him in Boston?" mumbled Blaine, ashamed of himself.

"Yeah, among other things. Don't worry, my contract also covers the possibility of me being abducted by aliens in order to teach them some of my fine Single Ladies moves. So really, no big deal here."

Everyone looked at him in shock for few seconds, and suddenly the whole room burst into laughter. Phil was amazed by Kurt's ability to relax the mood almost immediately. He was so insecure himself, and clearly uneasy, but he was still willing to make Blaine feel better by not allowing him to blame himself for the whole situation. Some people might say that he was lacking tact, and that it was really the wrong time for sarcasms but Phil knew better. He knew that things were way too heavy right now, and a quick laugh was highly appreciated, even if it didn't make forget everything else. But sometimes, you just need a step back, a distraction, to keep going, pushing the wall, harder than before. Kurt graciously provided those little steps back. But Phil knew it was just the upside of the situation. The truth was that Kurt had obviously a hard time at showing his true feelings to Quinn and him for sure, but also to Blaine. He couldn't open himself up, and be vulnerable. So, in every hard situation, he would joke about it. Phil, as a lawyer, knew that better than everyone. He had on many occasions defended people with the worst future ahead of them, and those people just refused to show to the world how defeated they really were. Their sarcasms were their best weapon against the cruelty of the world.

*********

Kurt eventually called Wes to let him know that he wouldn't be able to perform that night. He was sure that Wes would take it badly so he retreated to the living room so he could talk without anyone listening to him. Wes answered almost immediately.

"Hey Wes."

"Hey Kurt, what's up?"

"Listen, I'm not going to make it tonight. You should call Ian right away and tell him to fill in for me"

"What? You can't bail on me like that Kurt!"

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to replace me with Ian, last Saturday, without my consent, I might add, and now, you're pretending to be offended by the idea?"

"Kurt, have you been drinking again?"

"No!"

"Kurt, you can tell me if you are, it's ok, we can help you!"

"Jeez, Wes, relax, I haven't. You can abandon whatever intervention you were planning with Mrs. Berry. Now, can you call Ian or not?"

"Kurt what the hell is happening?"

"Listen Wes, just get Ian please…"

"Hey, I'm still the producer here. If my star is not going to show up, I expect at least a decent excuse!"

"I'm excusing myself for a reason that's not your goddamn business. Wes, just give it up. But if you really want to pull your gavel back, then "Boss", it's fine but don't try to use it on my head. Go fetch Ian, he's less stubborn. You'll break that skull of his in no time. Au revoir!" And he hung up.

*****

"What was all that about? I heard you kind of yelling from out there. Is everything ok?" asked Blaine when Kurt came back into the kitchen.

"Oh you know, just Wes being Wes," said Kurt with a sight.

"Yeah I do know…." said Blaine, pretending to be exasperated too which caused Kurt to smile a bit.

"So, that's taken care of. What should we do now?" eventually asked Kurt, which caused Blaine to look once again as miserable and hurt as ever.

"Obviously I should get the hell out of your way. You were amazing to take me in, but I can't impose myself any on you guys any longer," Blaine said, turning to face Quinn and Phil.

"You're not imposing anything," said Quinn.

"Mate, what happened?" Phil asked blankly, before he could restrain himself.

"Phil!" Quinn shot him a murderous look, "Blaine is not obligated to anything… and if he doesn't want to talk about it, then it's just fine…"

"Yeah… sure… sorry mate," said Phil bowing his head sheepishly.

"No, Phil is right. I can't ask you guys to take me in at midnight, and not give some kind of explanation of my rude behavior."

"You don't have to…" said Quinn, but Phil knew that she was as curious as him, if not more.

"No I do. It's the right thing to do. But I don't know where to start. How much do you know of what happened last week?" asked Blaine, speaking more to Phil than Quinn.

"I didn't tell him anything," confessed Quinn.

"Why not?" asked Kurt, surprised.

"Kurt, it's your business. Your private life. And Phil at the moment didn't need to know because it wasn't something that concerned him."

"But now, it does. Ok, I get it. Thanks Quinn" said Kurt, smiling at his friend.

"Anytime Kurt" grinned back Quinn.

"So I think I should explain Phil," Blaine said once again.

"You really don't have to mate. I'm sorry if I've been acting as a curious git."

Phil knew that wasn't going to fool anyone. The impatience and excitement in his voice were too noticeable. But really it wasn't his fault, after last night events. Before that day, he had never heard of Blaine, and really before last week, he had never heard of Kurt either. Well, of course, Quinn had told him a bit about the New Directions, but she always mentioned them as a whole, and never talked about any one person in particular. Well, except when they had that awkward talk about first boyfriends, and she mentioned Finn. But he didn't want to think about it at the moment, a bit jealous about the way she talked about him. But he had his wake up call concerning Quinn's past last week, and he was absolutely sure that he would never forget any one of their friends again. Especially Kurt. It would be an understatement to say that he had made a strong effect on him. His first feeling toward him was hate, and jealousy, when he had seen him sleeping practically in his wife's bed. That kind of thing tend to mark you. But after a while, he fully appreciated him, and the fact that the guy was gay, was the cherry on the cake.

Phil though he had the most beautiful wife in the world, and he usually got jealous when other guys got too close to her. But to be totally honest, even if the New Directions were the kind of guys you don't really forget about, Phil did. The last week had been chaotic for both of them, struggling to adjust to Lea and the sleep deprivation that went along with her. So those guys were really the last thing on his mind. Yeah, sue him. He didn't even have the time to really talk to Quinn so when Kurt had called last night, he had a hard time remembering him. And he had gotten more and more confused as the night went on.

His wife transformed after the phone call. He thought she had lost her mind, talking about some guy called Blaine, and how they should both go rescue him at midnight in some Starbucks. She just left Lea in her mom's hands, and practically shoved him out the door, urging him to take the car and drive. Phil wasn't the oblivious type of guy, far from it, but he had been totally confused as Quinn tried to explain to him what the bloody hell was going on. She gave him directions along the way, urging him to go faster, as if someone was dying or something. Someone apparently name Blaine, who was related to Kurt in some way, whom he had just met a week ago.

When they got there, he just stood there totally thunderstruck, when Quinn comforted some guy in a Volvo, who was weeping his heart out, and was obviously having a hard time to breath. She didn't gave him any explanations either when she told him that she was going to ride back Blaine's car home and that he should just follow her. Nothing again, when they arrived home, and she took Blaine to the guest room, giving him some sleep drugs and asked her mom to take Lea for the weekend, without even asking him first. By now he was really starting to lose his temper, but Quinn didn't give him the time to let loose, when she said that she was going to sleep on the couch because that Kurt guy was apparently driving here from New York in the middle of the night and she needed to open the door to him and whatever she was planning to do else. Phil decided then to not listen to her anymore and just locked himself into their bedroom. He really did try to sleep, but the strange events of the night, made his head spin.

When around 5, Quinn finally joined him, he tried to talk to her, but then again, she just told him that she would explain eventually but now she really needed to sleep. Just like that! What was he, the next-door neighbor, so she could talk to him like that? Phil wasn't the temper type of man, but when he had woken up in the morning, he was more than ready to throw a fit. He had calmed down eventually when Quinn promised him some explanations, with a heated kiss. Besides, something about her made him calm down instantly. Like she was seeing him for the first time. And the way she said "I love you. Thank you for being who you are" just added to his confusion. But the way she looked at that time, and her words, and her kiss, just made him forget that he was supposed to be mad at her. Well, he's a guy after all. But more than that, he has sensed that something way bigger than him was happening under his roof: something more than just a fight between lovers, as he had suspected first when he heard about Kurt coming here.

And the way that they had been acting around each other, all the things that he had noticed earlier, the distance between them, and in the same time, the way those two seemed to be connected, just made him more and more curious. He had thought all night that he deserved an explanation, and now he was finally getting it. But strangely as excited as he was, he felt in the same time that some things are better left alone, and what he wasn't so sure that he wanted to hear the truth anymore. He was suddenly afraid of it.

"No, really it's cool. I owe you that much. So it all started with Kurt here, " started Blaine, pointing to Kurt. Phil knew that was it. Blaine was going to tell him everything, no matter if he liked it or not.

"I met him when I was 16…"

"Blaine, he doesn't need to know all the details you know…" said Kurt, clearly embarrassed that Blaine was about to display all his life to a practical stranger

"Don't worry Kurt. I'm not going to…" reassured him Blaine tenderly. It was almost unbearable to see how much they cared for each other, how much love they shared. It almost put the other couples to shame next to them, including his own, thought Phil.

"So I met him when I was 16…" started again Blaine smiling. He must have been remembering those times, thought Phil, a bit saddened by the feeling that his happiness wasn't going to last. "We started going out shortly after that…"

"Shortly? You let me pine for you long enough mister!" teased Kurt, half joking, half serious.

"Sorry about that" said sadly Blaine. Now that he was about to tell his story, there was no way that he would be able to take a step back and be distracted. He was really hurting, everybody noticed. Kurt sighed. Phil knew that he wanted to keep things as light as possible, but it would be harder then he had probably though.

"His father was very supportive of him. A good man, Burt. But my parents, they never really accepted my sexuality, since I came out to them at 13. My dad tried a long time to put me back in the right way, as he said, but when he saw that it was hopeless, he ran me out of his life. I was boarding in an all boy school so I really didn't see them much during the year, but when summers came, I had to go back home. It was hell. But I managed through it, because I had Kurt. He was the best thing that ever happened to me." Blaine let a tiny smile, his eyes sparkling. Clearly he was holding back tears. Phil felt for the poor man. He was well aware of how difficult it must have been for him.

"They never approved of me. But I was ok with it, with the fact that they resented me as their son. It was all right because I had Kurt. After graduation from High School, we moved out together to New York. It truly had been the best two years of my life," remembered Blaine, and he wasn't able to hold one the single tear that run down his cheek. Phil, in the corner of is eye, saw that Kurt was also tearing. It was really hard to watch, especially when Phil could see what might have happened after that. Blaine's father would of course intervene to mess with his son happiness. That really upset Phil to see how much some people were closed-minded even when it came to their own kids.

"As you can guess, it didn't last long. I couldn't run away from my family indefinitely. One morning, my mom called and it all went down to hell. She said that my father was sick and dying, and that I should go home."

"And of course, you went back home" figured Phil.

"Yeah. I went there. And as soon as I entered the house, I knew that nothing would ever be the same. My dad used his illness to make me feel guilty. He reduced me to a nothing less than a bacteria that he would gladly see disappear. And I just had to take it. But I didn't want Kurt to take it. So I never called him. I never came back home. I let my parents try to brainwash me, and bully me emotionally and I just took it like a nice son." Said Bitterly Blaine. "It lasted 3 months. My mom sent some movers to pack my stuff from my home in NY. I didn't know until they arrived with my things. I didn't talk to Kurt. I never sent a note, nothing. "

"Yeah, the note thing hurt a little bit" tried to joke Kurt. But his voice was strangled. Obviously it had hurt more than just a little. Phil couldn't imagine how he would have coped with it, in his place. If the women he loved just left one day and never came back.

This was maybe one of the biggest challenges that someone could endure.

"3 months. And then he died." Said coldly Blaine, wiping out the single tear on his cheek. "I was so insecure about myself by then. I felt like shit. Truly. And at the funeral I met this woman, an old childhood friend. And I was so drunk that night. The next morning, I woke up next to her. Apparently we had sex. Just like that. But I didn't really think about it, until a month later when she showed up at my parent's door saying she was pregnant. I was in the middle of a big depression. And my mom was still bullying me and brainwashing me. Everybody thought that I was straight. I had lost Kurt, or so I thought. So I did the only thing that was expected from me. I married her. I joined her dad's company. And I moved her to Boston. And I raised a kid. I lived someone else's life for 5 years."

Until now, it was a pretty common story for Phil. It was of course horrible for Blaine and Kurt, but he knew that somewhere out there, thousands of gay men and women were obligated to live the same lie that Blaine had live through. It wasn't fair or anything, but it was life. And life really sucked.

"And a week ago, last Friday night exactly, I was in New York with my parents in law and my wife, and I ran into Kurt. "

"Just like that?" asked Phil in disbelief. How could Kurt have handled that? It must have been so painful, so horrible for him to see Blaine married to a bloody woman and being a bloody father. He wasn't sure how he would have reacted himself!

"Just like that. Karma is a bitch, right Blaine?" said Kurt, clearly accusing Blaine. He was suddenly a bit angry.

"You can say that," responded Blaine shamefacedly. "And to say that it went bad, would be the understatement of the century."

"But my best friend, Rachel, can't just leave well enough alone to say the least. Anyway she invited Blaine and his family to the show."

"WHAT?" suddenly bawled Quinn

"Yeah, well I don't really blame her, to be honest," admitted Kurt "That meeting was a tiny bit awkward"

"Preach it," agreed Blaine, making a face. "Anyway the next day, don't ask me how, I found myself in that theatre. After the show I went to see Kurt. Went worst than the first time. But Lisa went to see him also, that I didn't know."

"She did?" asked Phil

"Yeah. I told her a bunch of lies of course. How I was a silly teenager pining for her husband, and other crap like that," said Kurt, no emotions in his voice.

"Wow," Phil couldn't believe that after all Blaine had done to him, Kurt would still protect him. He was one of a kind, that man. Phil was sincerely impressed by Kurt's concern.

"Well, after that, I thought I would never see him again. But Quinn here, and her fellow New Directions friends are a really crazy group of people."

"Tell me about it," sighed Kurt

"They kind of staged an intervention. By the way thank you Quinn. Really." Phil didn't sense any sarcasm in Blaine's voice

"You're welcome," said Quinn very seriously.

"I finally had the opportunity to tell him everything. I explained the whole story."

"Yeah, It felt good to finally understand" agreed Kurt. And Phil suddenly realized that Kurt had been left in the dark all this years. He never knew why Blaine had left him. Oh my, how could he cope if he didn't understand? That Phil had no answer. Kurt was definitely the better man here.

"So, h did it end between you guys after you sorted things out?" asked Phil, sincerely curious.

"Nowhere really. I was relieved to know the truth finally but…."

"Yeah, I get it" Of course, nothing had changed, though Phil. Or, no, actually everything had changed. Because Blaine was now married with a family of his own. But even if he confessed, nothing would ever be the same. It must have been a relief and a real pain in the same time for both, though Phil.

"So, I came back here, to Boston. But weirdly, Dianna, that's my daughter, she sensed that something was wrong between her mother and I. She's too smart for her own good that kid. But she was right. Lisa and I, we hadn't really talked about what happened that night when we met Kurt. It drove a wedge between us. And Dianna sensed it. She wanted me to talk to Lisa, so for her sake, I did. "

"Dianna wanted…" started Kurt. Obviously he didn't know that piece of information, and it kind of came as a shock to him.

"Yeah. Well, we had that stupid conversation. And it went out of control. Before I could know it, I was outing myself to Lisa"

"Oh god!" howled Quinn, putting a hand in front of her mouth.

"Yeah. But you haven't heard the best of it yet, Quinn. When I confessed to her, she confessed something back. Apparently Dianna is not my daughter."

"I'm sorry but what?" Phil asked with incredulity.

"Yeah. Like I said. Apparently we never had sex that night. And she just tricked me into marrying her because she couldn't have a kid out of the wedlock. Oh, and then she kicked me out my house."

"She did what?" screeched Phil

"Yeah she kicked me out. Because you see it's her house legally. So I called Kurt because… Well, and the rest you know."

Wow. That's all Phil could think about at the moment. Apparently he wasn't the only one. Quinn was looking as dumbfounded as he was. That was really the surrealistic story he had ever heard. The most tragic one also. He couldn't think about how much Blaine had been through and how much he must have been suffering right now. He really didn't know the guy but he really felt for him. To have to live a lie for 5 years and then discover that all you have committed for, was actually just another lie! And Kurt, also! How this man was able to support his friend through this hard time when he had been so hurt by him? He would never have had the patience to do that, or the nobility. Kurt was so strong to put aside his own struggles and help Blaine with his. But maybe it was what their love was all about. They just couldn't leave the other one in misery. It was unconditional. No matter what. For better or for worse. And they were not even married. Well, in Phil's opinion, they could teach a lot to loads of married couple. In a matter of fact, they even could teach a lot to Phil. He knew that couple life wasn't easy, but what these two went trough, was beyond normal couple struggles. It was admirable to see how they still were there for each other, how they would just leave everything for rescuing each other, even when they were no longer together. It was maybe wrong for some people, twisted even, but for him It was a true lesson to the world.

"I'm sorry Blaine…." Said finally Quinn, who was now really crying.

"Thank you Quinn."

"No really mate, it's one bloody mess you're in!"

"Yeah, I guess…" shrugged Blaine. Telling again his story had somehow emptied him from any feeling or emotions.

"So, What are you going to do?" asked Phil, really concerned now.

"Don't know…"

"Well, I guess the first thing is to get you out of here. So you're coming back with me in New York. And don't even try to refuse Blaine, You know I don't take no for an answer!" stated Kurt vigorously.

"Well, I guess I don't have the choice then…" replied Blaine with a tiny smile to his friend. "Thanks" Kurt just shook his head at it.

"But what are you going to do with Dianna?"

"I don't know Phil. Obviously I need to fight for her. But I don't stand a chance…" moaned Blaine

"I would like to help you with that. I'm a family lawyer, you know?"

"It's really nice of you to offer but I really don't want to impose more on you…."

"You don't. I offered because I want to. I really thing that this could be a good case."

"Nice to see that he is a curiosity case for you, Phil," smirked Kurt.

"Whatever," mumbled Phil.

He truly believed though that Blaine's case was one of a kind. He could see of course all the major problems that were on the way, but he found himself really thinking about how a case like that might be handled. It would surely make the news. And he wanted to be part of that. He may sound selfish or something, taking this poor man's life and turning into a curious case like Kurt said, but he couldn't help to think about it as the law man he was. But he was also deeply touched by his story, and he knew he would really get involved into the case, which wasn't always an occurrence, to be truthful. He wasn't what you can call a gay rights activist, but he didn't feel like he needed to be labeled into anything either. He sure didn't know the guy at all, but he had moved by his story, and that's all it took for him. Maybe it would even allow him to be recognized for his work. But beyond that, he was an idealist. Quinn thought it was cute that he was so obsessed by the idea of right versus wrong. She always told him that for a lawyer, he was curiously na�ve. But what could he do about it? He just saw the world in black or white. He just needed things to be fair. Justice to be given. And the fact that gay people were denied that justice was a revolting idea for him. He might be cute, and idealistic, and na�ve, and all that, but it was also his force and strength. People always succeed more easily when they pursue something they really believe in.

Not that anyone would actually listen to him right now. They had once again shifted into an uncomfortable silence, no one really sure of what to say.

********

After breakfast, Blaine went to take a shower, led by Phil who proposed to lend him some clothes and Kurt stayed in the kitchen, pretending to help Quinn wash the dishes. But the dishwasher was more capable than handling that, thank you very much. On the other hand, Quinn had been dying all morning to have Kurt alone to talk to him, without any annoying interferences from Phil or Blaine.

"Did Wes think you were drinking again?" said Quinn, putting her third plate into the machine.

"Yes. How?..." asked Kurt, freezing as he was picking up a glass on the kitchen counter.

"Saturday night at your place. But Rachel told me also about the night before. Don't be mad at her, please, she's just concerned for you." Quinn had given up on her dishwashing thing and turned to Kurt to face him.

"I know… but I didn't know you girls bonded over this," said Kurt sourly.

"Whatever. If you want to talk about that also, I'll promise I'll listen to you and don't serve you the same crap about AA…"

"Thanks Quinn. But if I want to talk to you about Blaine, this will be involved. I mean since it's related…."

"Ok, Kurt, whenever. But just for the record, this could be a whole different issue. Yeah it may have started with Blaine, but it shouldn't become a habit. But just so you know, Sober Kurt kicks ass out of drunken Kurt. You can't be that bitchy with too much alcohol in your system"

"I know. Leave the Martini and just be sassy. Just my motto," laughed Kurt; along with Quinn. But their giggles were a bit off and didn't reach their eyes.

"But Quinn seriously, How am I supposed to handle it?" asked Kurt

"I wish I could tell you Kurt, I really do. But I have no freaking idea. I was eager to talk to you about your feelings last week but that reached a whole new level of expertise."

"I know…"

"But Kurt, before you commit to this, you have to ask yourself some questions"

"Like?"

"The easiest one: Where will he live?"

"That's the easiest one? Well, I guess it is. I don't know. I haven't really though about that. I don't know if I can handle living with him right now, so I don't really know"

"Which bring me to the hardest one: what do you feel about him right now?"

"That's the million dollar question isn't it?"

"But it also something you should figure out soon Kurt. I don't want to put any pressure on your shoulders…"

"But we can't deny that's already here and I should handle it, " finished Kurt

"Yeah, you should. And if you figure out that question, maybe you'll be able to figure out the rest. Like if you are comfortable with him living at your place until you find a more permanent solution. Depends on your feelings."

"So to resolve the easiest question, I should start by answering the hardest one?"

"Pretty much yeah."

"Well, that's one twisted world, I'll tell you that much Quinn".

"Yeah it is. But seriously Kurt stop eluding."

"You're so good at that. I suppose I should just talk to you."

"Yes, please. I'll even start. How do you feel when you see Blaine. Like every time you meet his gaze?"

"I'll give you more. I love him. I've always loved. And I'll always will… But…"

"Love doesn't solve everything," finished Quinn

"Yeah. You know, earlier, he kissed me?"

"Really? And what did you feel?"

"Amazing and scared at the same time."

"Scared. Why scared?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Humor me."

"Because he was desperate. Like the kiss was last hope, his last wish".

They were both quiet for a moment,

"And what do you see yourself in the future?"

"Only time will tell I guess"

"I mean do you think you could forgive him eventually and pick up were you left things off?"

"That's my whole dilemma Quinn. Forgive him. Or not forgive him. That's the question"

"And what does your heart tell you to do?"

"My heart? I think my heart is too blinded by what we have to judge. My mind on the other hand, tells me that I shouldn't. I mean what kind of man would I be if I were to forget everything and run back straight into his arm? Weak, that's who. Stupid, also."

"You're neither weak nor stupid Kurt. I never really understood what you guys shared, but it feels like you can't run from the inevitable. Your bond is too strong. It's unbreakable. It's like your destiny. Can you resist it? No, I don't think so."

"So you think I'm doomed?"

"You make it sound like such a bad thing…."

"Do you side with Blaine, here?"

"I side with no one Kurt and you know it. I tell you merely what I see. And what I see is something pulling you together even against your will. I don't really believe in fate or this crap but I think it's no coincidence that, that day, he was the one you asked for guidance and not somebody else. Baby, as much as I hate to say it, you fate has been sealed 10 years ago on a staircase, in some prep all boy school."

"Wow. But it does make sense, doesn't it?"

" I think it does, and I'm not saying that just because it's my theory. But I'm rarely wrong," grinned Quinn

"Fond of yourself much, huh Quinn?" smirked Kurt

"Seriously, babe I don't think you would be weak if you decidec to forgive him and give it a try. You'll just stop fighting what can't be avoided. And that my dear, makes you the exact opposite of a fool."

"You hang out too much with Phil, Quinn dear. But really, as much as this idea makes sense, that doesn't comfort me a bit. I mean, I know that somehow I belong with Blaine, but, it can't be healthy Quinn. I mean if neither of us can walk away even when the worst happen, even when we hurt each other to the core, how can it be right?"

"Love is the exact opposite of health babe. It's just more accurate in your case."

"How comforting. I'm doomed now to love him without reason and there is no going back. I should just take whatever comes, accept it, and shut up about it, should I?"

"You forget the other part of the bargain. An irrepressible love that connects you both. The most pure and vivid sentiment, only multiplied thousand times, you share. The certainty that you'll have each other forever. I may sound to you like a hopeless romantic, but I'm not. I'm in fact very pragmatic here."

"Yeah, I guess so. But right now Quinn, I can't really see that very clearly. I mean I know it's there, somewhere. That thing that connects us. I feel it. Because I know that somehow I will never stop loving him. But Quinn, I can't get past the pain. I have suffered too much to let it happen again. I won't survive it another time."

"But why are you here?"

"I don't get it Quinn. You know, why I'm here. I'm here to help him."

"Why?"

"Quinn please stop asking stupid questions, which you know the answer to."

"No I don't. And I can bet you don't either."

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be here If I didn't. I'm here because he needs me. Because he called me."

"But Kurt, you don't owe him anything. It's more the other way around in fact. But in your case, debts have no meanings. You tell me you're here because he needs you, but baby that's the easy answer. That's answer you give the world. What's the answer you give yourself? I think you know, deep inside you, that even if it doesn't make sense, even if most people would have refused to do so because there would be no way in hell to go help an ex lover that broke their heart, you actually don't have much of a chance. Like I said, an irresistible bond."

"You're too smart for you own good," groaned Kurt

"And that my dear, is your answer. Now that we have established that there is no running away, we should answer the issue of the moving forward."

"I don't know if I'm ready to move forward Quinn"

"But you broke the kiss didn't you?"

"Yes…"

"Well, obviously you didn't want Blaine to feel like it was the last hope. So you must have figured out somewhere inside you that you wanted more of this relationship. That more hope was possible."

"Really Quinn, I'm speechless."

"It's nothing but pure logic. You're too far into that mess to see clearly. I'm just the mirror that help you see what's inside of you"

"That's one hell of a mirror Quinnie. You should really start a club with the lamp Genie."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You're eluding again. Because you have now to answer the million-dollar question: How do you move forward? Because babe, we know there is hope."

"How to move? One step at a time I guess"

"So no more kissing Kurt… for now."

"Yeah I guess"

"And more talking."

"I don't know how to do that. I don't know if can sit with Blaine and handle a whole conversation talking about the past and how miserable we were without each other and how much he hurt me, and how my heart can't heal."

"He will heal. Or you'll grow a new heart, that will match your new relationship with Blaine."

"You think I exist only through Blaine?"

"Not through him, but since you two met, you have left your indelible imprint on each other. Your self designed it to match and complete the other."

"Wow, Quinn I didn't know you were a Sci-Fi fan"

"Stop joking Kurt. You know I'm right."

"As much as it hurts, yes you are."

"So, that means you should talk. Communication is everything Kurt. You should talk to see if you are comfortable with living with each other, if you are willing to share more. You should talk about your feelings toward each other and how you want them to develop."

"That's a lot of talking"

"Yes it is Kurt. But that's the only way this is - whatever it is- going to work. Or you'll end up both more hurt than ever."

"But he has more issues to handle. Lisa, Dianna, all that. I can't add our little problems."

"They're not little and insignificant and you know it, Kurt. Stop dodging please. You have to be here for him, to help him through that. But you can't fully, without clearing the rest. You have to be both on the exact same page to go through what he will have to face. And that's the pure truth my dear".

"I'm feeling sick. The truth is sickening."

"Yeah, well it can't be all pink and fairy. Life is a riddle. It's hardly comprehensible at first, but when you solve it, it's worth everything. But in order to solve yours, you gotta solve the other's because more lives are intricate into yours, and babe, you just can't do it alone. That's the beauty of it. It's not about being a big boy or not".

"That's what she said" smirked Kurt

"Please don't let me interrupt your sexual innuendos".

They turned suddenly to see Phil leaning on the kitchen door, frowning. He was clearly disapproving to whatever he had heard;

"How much exactly did you hear" asked Quinn, a smile starting to spread on her face.

"Something about Kurt being a big boy or not and how this was beautiful. Really it was one image that I wish never entered my mind" said Phil, shrugging in discomfort.

But he really didn't expect the reaction that followed his words. Quinn and Kurt erupted into hysterical laughter, causing both of them to actually fell on the ground, unable to control their hysterics. Phil though that they had gotten crazy. He didn't think what he had said was funny, but clearly the though it was the best joke of the century, because 5 minutes later, they were still giggling on the floor, Kurt even clapping his hands, and both having a hard time at breathing or being serious again. But eventually, after what seemed an awful long time to Phil, the giggles started to diminish a bit, and both of them were back on their feet.

"Oh my god, Phil you're awesome and you don't even know it. Thank you, it's exactly what I needed. You're incredible," grinned Kurt

�"Yeah baby, you're the best" cheered Quinn

"Huh oh. Ok, if you say so… Are you sure you're ok, though?" asked Phil with caution, as if he was addressing mental patients.

"Quinn, baby, he's a keeper. I'll even admit that he's way better than me, in these times. I kill my ass to find some brilliant jokes, to relax the atmosphere, but this guy is simply brilliant and he doesn't even know it. I'll tell you baby, don't let this one go away."

"I don't plan to"

"Seriously mate, are you mocking me?" asked Phil, starting to feel like a buffoon, and truthfully he didn't like it.

"No babe. We are not. It's just Kurt's way to say that he approves of you. His blessing kind of."

"And why would I need his blessing?"

"Because mate, receiving Kurt's blessing is like being dubbed by her holy highness the queen of England. You're one lucky man, I'll tell you that," said unexpectedly a voice behind them.

Everyone turned around to see Blaine, in his turn, entering the kitchen, a grin on his face, and Kurt nearly fainted. Blaine was wearing some red shirt and blue jeans, that seemed to not only belong to him but also designed for him. They were practically painted on his thighs, which caused Kurt to stop breathing, when he noticed. But the best part, was not the clothes, but the hair. The wet curly hair. The wet disorganized curly hair. The perfect wet disorganized curly hair. Kurt could have stared at it all day and still wonder how such perfect creature was allowed to march this earth. But his silent wonderment had to be interrupted by Phil's pouting.

"Erg, Can I take the blessing, and pretend that I never heard the 'lucky man' part?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart" grinned Kurt, quickly trying to recompose himself. His comment made Blaine and Quinn snicker, and Phil sulked a bit more.

"I'm doomed aren't I?" groaned Phil

"No I am" replied Kurt solemnly, looking right into Blaine's eyes.

Maybe it wasn't' such a bad thing after all. Maybe even a blessing rather than a tragedy.