Looking straight ahead at where the voice came from, he saw a Latino woman smirking at him. She had long, wavy, black hair and matching dark eyes. "Who-Who are you?" Kurt finally said after staring at her for what seemed like hours trying to figure her out.

"I'm the maid, twinkle toes; Santana." She said in a bored, annoyed voice, gesturing to her appearance. Kurt hadn't noticed it before, but she was wearing an old-fashioned maid's outfit that stopped way beyond her colar bone and ended too high on her thighs.

"Uh-Uhm, I- Jane didn't tell me she had a maid." He said, eyebrows knitting in confusion, still too dizzy, confused, and tired to talk properly.

"Well, she does. Now, get out." She said, looking towards the door and opening her eyes a little wider, getting annoyed. Kurt nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Walking into the living room, he sat down on the dark leather sofa, noticing Jane and Finn were still gone. He then remembered the dream. It was so vivid and real, Kurt could have sworn it had actually happened. And he could recall every second of the dream, the emotions he was feeling and how the man had touched him. It was strange, indeed, that he had never seen this man before in his lifetime, yet he felt he had known him forever, that the way he touched was familiar, also his face and his voice. Blaine, that was his name. He had called Kurt his love, and Kurt had felt as though he actually was. If only, if only.

-

A week passed, nothing happened. Kurt never felt that strange air or heard the chirping again. Most importantly, he hadn't dreamt of Blaine. Kurt would try to sleep as much and as long as he could, hoping for another dream. One never came. Kurt felt drawn to Blaine, every second spent without the man was torture, it seemed. He knew it was unhealthy to pine over an imaginary person, but he didn't very much care.

"C'mon, Kurt. You have to go with us to town, everyone's really nice there, you know?." Finn said, sitting down at the table next to Kurt for breakfast, Kurt drinking his daily coffee and Finn his cereal.

"No." Kurt replied boredly. Before Finn could plead again, there was a strange sound that came from Jane's room, a loud bang that vibrated the floors of the house. Kurt and Finn exchanged confused glances, both not knowing what to do. Kurt decided to just stay in his seat and dismiss it, going back to drinking his coffee. Finn did the same and continued eating his cereal. In the minutes that followed, they didn't hear another sound until they heard Jane's door open. She walked into the kitchen, looking tired, but joyful, as always.

"Oh, Santana is coming again today. I'm sorry I didn't mention her, it had completely slipped my mind." Jane said, slipping into the chair next to Kurt. He nodded in acknowledgement. When they had gotten back from town a week ago, he had asked Jane about the woman who claimed to be their maid. Jane assured him that Santana is, in fact, the maid.

When they had finished breakfast, Jane announced they would be going into town in less than an hour. Finn replied enthusiastically, wanting to go of course. Kurt wondered why this was, that Finn wanted to go so badly. It couldn't be that interesting. Jane nodded gladly at Finn, not awaiting Kurt's answer, knowing he wouldn't want to go, and walked toward her room to get ready.

"Actually, I think I'll go too." Kurt said, surprising Finn and Jane. They both turned to him, seemingly pleased.

-

The drive to town was about thirty miles east. The town was small, but quaint and cozy. Building after building surrounded a large market in the center of the town. There were dozens of stands, from delicious-looking crepes to a stand that sold huge, fake rings and silver bracelets.

There was a large Victorian building that overlooked the set ups, The Market, Jane had said it was called. The town reminded Kurt of New York City, with the old stores on the streets mushed together and the small crowds, maybe Greenwich Village or Chelsea, he thought. He had studied the neighborhoods and streets of New York, he was a bit obsessed it seemed.

It had always been his dream to live there, and Kurt planned on following it.

Kurt had realized why Finn was so excited to go. As soon as they had gotten out of Jane's truck, Finn started walking quickly, a large grin on his face, with Jane following. Kurt walked behind also, slightly confused. They soon reached a tiny, purple, three-story cupcake shop. Once inside, Kurt felt sort of uncomfortable, seeing as how Finn was practically drooling over the woman at the counter speaking to him with a huge smile. She then laughed, and Kurt had to swallow his chuckle, not wanting to be rude making fun of her loud laugh.

"I think he likes her.." Jane said, breaking the silence between them that Kurt had just noticed.

"I don't think he could be anymore obvious about it." Kurt replied, rolling his eyes as Jane chuckled.

When Finn had finally pulled himself away from the woman, a red velvet cupcake in hand, he still had on that dopey grin.

"She's like, so pretty." Finn said, dazed, once they left the shop and started walking towards the market.

"I see." Kurt said back, scoffing.

"Rachel's the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life." He repeated. Kurt once again rolled his eyes, annoyed.