The car was silent as it rolled through the quiet streets of Lima.

Kurt clutched his scepter tightly in one hand, his crown perched on his head at an awkward angle. Blaine was holding his hand tightly. Wes and David were sitting across from them in the limo, and it was clear no one had any idea what to say. Finally, David cleared his throat. Kurt looked up at him.

“So,” he began, leaning forward. “Has Blaine ever told you about the time he had an autograph signing and this woman wanted him to autograph her underwear?”

Kurt snorted despite himself.

“While she was still wearing them?” Wes added. Blaine groaned as Kurt laughed.

“No,” he answered, glancing from West to David. “But this sounds like something I need to hear.”

Blaine slumped down into his seat and put his free hand over his eyes. “Just kill me now.”