Blaine staggered through the foyer. It was early in the morning, maybe even three o'clock by now. His eyes swept over the lobby as he waited at reception, and he was unable to stop the dream like memories from flooding his brain as he remembered everything that had happened within these walls only a year before. It seemed like a far off distant fairy tale now.

Kurt answered their call quickly, and Blaine felt his heart tremble as he heard the floor and room number. Ever the romantic, Kurt had booked the very same room that they had stayed in when they had first met. They very room that they had fallen in love in. But now, Blaine was going to pollute it, taint it with his lies and betrayal. How could he even set foot in the place? He swallowed nervously in the elevator, quickly forgetting what he had seen Kurt do on the video in Tina's club. All he could think about was what he had done with Eli.

Kurt was waiting outside in the corridor when the lift arrived, and as soon as Blaine's eyes fell on him, remorse flooded through his body. His hands went to his face and Blaine collapsed straight into his arms. The tears fell free and he couldn't help the sobs that escaped his lungs.

"Hey, hey," Kurt consoled, the concern in his voice soft and caring. "Is it Sam? Has something happened?" Blaine only held onto him tighter. It was so wonderful to hear his voice, to feel his touch and to smell his scent. It was as if he hadn't seen Kurt in months, when really, it had only just been the night before.

Kurt guided Blaine into the hotel room, his arms still wrapped firmly around his body for support. Blaine couldn't look at it. He couldn't look at the room. How could he after what he had just done? He had ruined everything. No longer would this room feel the same.

Kurt pulled him towards the sofa, the very sofa that Rachel had made her advances on, one year before. But all of that was long forgotten now as Kurt pulled him into his embrace, and began to rock him in support. "Speak to me babe, tell me what's happened," he whispered in a hushed tone, but still Blaine couldn't speak. He clung tightly. His arms wrapped around Kurt's waist, his head in his lap, his body rocking with the sobs. He would have to tell Kurt what he'd done, but right now, he just couldn't form the words.

Kurt sat quietly, patiently waiting for Blaine to regain control of his emotions. Eventually he stopped crying, exhausted from the emotional turmoil that was running through him. Kurt reached his hand down, and placed a gentle finger under his chin guiding his head to look him in the eyes. They were puffy and red, his cheeks wet from the tears that he had released.

"What happened?" Kurt asked firmly. "Why are you so upset? You're really starting to worry me." Even through his emotional state, Blaine could see the quick flash of concern sweep over Kurt's eyes. Was he worried that Blaine might have learnt some of the truth, some of Kurt's dark secrets?

"Just hold me, Kurt," Blaine begged. After tonight, he was sure that Kurt would never hug him again, never kiss him again, or never make love to him again. Kurt repositioned his arms into a more secure hold, and leaned back on the sofa, pulling Blaine with him until he was practically lying on top of Kurt.

"Why on Earth would you come to LA for Sam and not tell me? You know that I would do anything to help you, and to help Sam." Blaine curled up in agony upon hearing those words, if only he had sought Kurt's guidance in the first place, he wouldn't be in this mess, he was sure of it. But then, would he know what he knew now? Would he know the full extent of Kurt's activities? "There, there," Kurt whispered, distracting Blaine from his jumbled thoughts. And just like a few moments ago, Kurt tilted Blaine's face towards his. This time however, Kurt leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It was long, tender and reassuring, trying to console Blaine that everything was going to be alright.

They gazed into each other's eyes, a long connected look where they saw each other's secrets but refused to acknowledge them. They both blinked, and instead of tackling what they knew was lurking in the background, they ignored it. Kurt leaned down again, and with another intense guiding kiss, he changed the mood between them.

Blaine knew that mood, he knew it well. He scooted his body away, uncomfortable with how close and passionately Kurt was now holding him, as if he would never let him go. And Blaine could read Kurt's body language well enough to know just what Kurt intended them to do.

"I need to go have a shower. I haven't had one all day," Blaine suddenly announced, rising from the sofa. He felt tainted. How could he have let Kurt even touch him?

Kurt didn't respond, but he couldn't help the confused expression that covered his face. It was times like this that the passion usually took over and neither of them cared about such trivial things like that. He watched Blaine leave and head towards the bathroom. "Do you want me to join you?" He called hopefully.

Blaine turned dejectedly and shook his head. "No, I want to shower by myself." Kurt's frown deepened, and he folded his arms across his chest as he watched Blaine's defeated frame leave the room.

Blaine scrubbed frantically in the shower. He needed to wash away every possible bit of evidence that he had been with another man. He wouldn't leave the shower until every single pore on his body was clean, and when he finally did leave the shower tonight, he would just curl up in Kurt's arms, and tomorrow he would tell Kurt everything.

Kurt lay patiently in the large bed. He was tired from such a long stressful day, but he glanced around the room and patted the mattress beneath him fondly. It was in this very place that he and Blaine had made love for the first time, and Blaine had told him that he loved him. He could still hear his words echoing in his ears.

His eyes lifted as Blaine entered, and Kurt watched him warily as he sauntered to the opposite side of the bed, unwilling and afraid to make eye contact with him. Kurt was not stupid, nor was he unobservant. He knew something bad had happened. He could feel it in his gut, but he stupidly pushed it back telling himself that he was being paranoid. Blaine loved him and that's all that he needed to know.

Kurt reached out for him and pulled him close. Whatever had happened, he needed to kill the pain in Blaine's eyes and he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed him, deeply and passionately guiding his mouth apart as Kurt climbed on top of him, laying his full weight over Blaine's body. Kurt let his hands roam caressing him in all the places he knew Blaine loved.

And then, finally, Blaine gave in and responded. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's chest and pulled him closer, relishing in the feel of Kurt's cool skin against his own. They continued to kiss instinctively moving their bodies against each other. They were both exhausted, it wouldn't be the most passionate sex that they would ever have, but instead, it would be the lazy, sleepy sex that starts out with good intentions but would ultimately fail to reach its destination. It would be enough for each other tonight though. The touch, the smell, the familiar curves of each other's bodies, yes, it would be enough.

Kurt pulled away and stroked some of Blaine's drying curls off his face. Their eyes connected and Kurt gave him a soft smile. He eased himself up and began to edge his way down, placing gentle wet kisses down his chest.

It was then that Blaine felt the guilt come rushing back at full force. He couldn't do this, not when he didn't have Kurt's forgiveness, not while they were lying naked and hard against each other. Blaine reached down and grabbed Kurt underneath his arms and pulled him back up his body. "Do you remember that night, when we made love in here?" Blaine asked, his voice barely an audible whisper.

"Of course, I do!" Kurt replied with a fond smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you remember how I said I loved you?"

"Of course!" Kurt exclaimed. "I was only just thinking about it while you were in the shower." A lump began to form in the back of Kurt's throat though, Blaine never stopped him when he was about to go down on him.

"I never knew that being with someone could be like that. To feel so connected, so close.

I meant those words with all my heart and soul," Blaine continued, "and since that day, my love has just grown deeper and deeper."

"I know..." Kurt stared at him. Just what was Blaine trying to tell him?

Blaine sighed, and he gently pushed at Kurt's side, indicating that he wanted him to get off his body. "Hold me," Blaine asked softly again. Confused, Kurt rolled onto his back but allowed Blaine to snuggle into the crook of his arm. He held him close and placed a gentle kiss on top of Blaine's head.

And nothing, nothing could get rid of the fear that had started to form in the pit of Kurt's stomach.

***

Blaine knew everything was wrong even before he opened his eyes. He could sense it, and even if hadn't, the cold space beside him was evidence enough. If Kurt ever woke before him, he would ensure the blanket was tucked securely around Blaine's shoulders, but this morning, the chill on Blaine's back was as hard as a winter's bitter bite. He was afraid to turn over, the silence in the room deafening, the energy around him hostile. Blaine sat up quickly in the bed, the soft sheet gently over his lap, his chest bare. He opened his eyes and spied Kurt sitting in a chair that he had pulled up beside the bed.

The stared at each other a moment, the anger radiating from Kurt's eyes enough to prevent Blaine from speaking. He didn't need Kurt to voice his thoughts. Blaine just knew. Somehow, in the past couple of hours, Kurt had become aware of what he had done with Eli. He was certain of it. He sat waiting for the inevitable storm that was about to rain havoc over their heads.

"What the hell is this?" Kurt finally uttered, his voice high and distressed. Blaine spied Kurt's phone in his hands. Kurt gave it one last quick glance and then flung it in Blaine's direction, the phone landing with a soft thud on the sheets surrounding Blaine. "You've been back in LA for five minutes and you've already gone back to your old profession?"

Blaine didn't answer but picked up the phone from where it had landed. He didn't need to look at it to know what Kurt had seen though. He turned it over in his palm, and sure enough, there for the whole world to see, was a video that was playing over and over on the phone. Blaine focused on the screen and felt his stomach sink. It was a clear, zoomed in shot of him and Eli, Eli straddled over his lap, naked, and riding him. Eli's head moved to the left, and there was a clear shot of Blaine, his arms wrapped around Eli, stroking and caressing his back.

He nearly threw up, he even gagged. When Tina had said she would be watching them, she hadn't been lying. She had taped their whole encounter and had then sent it on to Kurt.

"And don't you dare fucking tell me that it's fake!" Kurt spat.

Blaine grabbed some of the curls on top of his head, wrapped them around his fingers and rose up onto his haunches. "Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!" He repeated, over and over to himself. It was the worst possible situation ever to fall on him.

"You slept with someone else?" Kurt whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Blaine didn't answer. He couldn't take his eyes off the phone. Why had Tina done this to him? Didn't she have a heart? Back at the restaurant she had told him that they were helping Kurt, and here she had gone ahead, and sent the video of him having sex with Eli. Blaine couldn't think straight, he couldn't understand how this could be happening. In all of his worst nightmares, he had never expected Kurt to find out about this in such a way.

"I had to!" Blaine gasped in his defense. He crawled over the mattress towards Kurt, the sheets tangling in his legs.

Kurt just laughed, a cold, hollow laugh that was devoid of any emotion. "You had to? That's the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard. You don't have to do anything, Blaine."

"She told me it was the only way she would tell me who had Sam!"

Kurt's eyes snapped back to him then, but before he could process what Blaine had just told him, Blaine continued speaking.

"It's not like I enjoyed it. It didn't mean anything."

"Well, I don't see you fighting the man off, do I?" Kurt rose to his feet, his anger racing through him and preventing him from sitting still. "How much did he charge you?"

"What?" Blaine had never felt so insulted. How could Kurt be insinuating that he had done this as a real job?

Kurt ran an agitated hand through his hair, his face suddenly alive as he thought of something else. "Oh my God, have you been lying to me all this time?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine was lost. He had no idea where Kurt's train of thought had taken him.

"You're still working as a prostitute, aren't you?"

"NO! No, no, no!" It really was Blaine's worst nightmare. "You're jumping to conclusions but whatever is really going on, it's well over my head and I need you, Kurt. I didn't think I did before. I thought I could do it all by myself, but I know I can't now."

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you ran off and shacked up with the first thing that came across your path. How could you do that to me?"

Blaine didn't answer, he was lost for words. He had never seen Kurt this angry towards him. Blaine couldn't recognize the man before him. He had no idea where his lover had gone. In his mind, Blaine had pictured Kurt forgiving him, wrapping his arms around him, and telling him that it was okay, none of it mattered and that he would love him forever.

"Just tell me, Blaine," Kurt continued venomously, "were you ever going to tell me that you did this? I mean, after last night, how low can you go? You fuck some guy and then come back here and lie with me in the bed that we first ever made love in." Kurt's face was filled with disgust. "I kissed you, I held you, and all the while you had some other man on you."

Blaine floundered, struggling to regain his composure. There were so many things that Blaine had wanted to confront Kurt with when they had woken up that morning, but now he was flustered and he was being put on the spot. Kurt had his own fair share of answers to give, but before Blaine could gain his bearings and really defend himself, Kurt continued with his assault.

"How many other men have there been Blaine?"

"What?" Blaine gasped in shock.

"You heard me," Kurt spat. "How many men have you slept with in the past year? Are you some high-classed hooker in New York as well? Is that how you've really been earning your way when I'm not looking? Is that what you're really doing when you tell me you're teaching the guitar? Or is it just LA that brings the prostitute out in you?" Kurt spun away from him and headed towards the bedroom door. "I was warned, I should have listened," he yelled over his shoulder as he stormed out of the room. "You're nothing but a scanky man whore who I should have left in the streets to fester and rot away."

Blaine felt like he had just been punched in his stomach. Never before had Kurt viciously said such words to him, but deep down, there had to be some truth in them because why didn't he become angry and fight back? Why had he gone ahead and slept with Eli? Surely there had to be some other way he could have gotten information about Sam.

"How can you say that to me? After everything we've been through," Blaine cried after him. He finally managed to free himself from the sheets that were tangled around his legs and stumbled off the bed. "I love you, Kurt!" Blaine announced running after him, not caring at all that he was completely naked.

"Love?" Kurt questioned, spinning around on his heels to face him once again. "You don't even know the meaning of the word. What do you really know about love?"

Blaine felt the tears start to build up into eyes and his chest began to clench together again. Nothing could have prepared him for the way that Kurt had manifested his anger for him, the hateful words that he was spewing were quickly tearing down the walls of Blaine's gentle soul, and somewhere, in the dark shadows, that hint of anger that he had experienced before Tina began to emerge once more.

"I know that you taught me what true love is," Blaine answered, his voice quivering.

Kurt only scoffed, "Don't try and manipulate me." He gave him one cold glance over and turned to the sofa where his jacket lay over its back. "You know, last night, I really did know that something was wrong, but I thought you were just upset because you were back in LA, and it was all because of the past coming back out of the shadows. I thought that was the real reason why you were in tears. I thought you were scared for Sam."

"Please, don't go," Blaine sobbed after him. "You can't go. We really need to talk about this. I know I've betrayed you, but I need your help!"

Kurt looked coldly at Blaine, his jacket now over his shoulders. "There is nothing to talk about. We're through." He shook his head, almost bewildered, "And to think that I was going to propose in Paris!"

Kurt stopped short and Blaine froze.

His last sentence hung heavily in the air and neither of them was brave enough to speak for a moment. The horror of what Kurt had just revealed was written all over his face. He had just exposed himself and allowed Blaine to really see just how deep Kurt loved him.

It was Blaine who finally broke the silence. "What!" He stepped closer, holding out his hand but Kurt immediately took a step away. "You were going to propose?" Blaine asked, his heart in his throat.

Kurt tried to recover, tried to hide what he had just disclosed but it was a poignant moment, never before had Kurt opened himself up to someone in such away. Even in his last marriage he had never been so romantic. He swatted away at his hand, but Blaine followed after him as he tried to escape to the other side of the room.

"Kurt, you were going to propose?" Blaine whispered again.

Kurt refused to answer. He turned his back on him, and gazed out of the double bay glass doors that on any other occasion would be open and lead to the balcony.

There was only silence for a few minutes and it was enough time for Blaine to pull out a new pair of jeans from his overnight bag. His mind raced. Propose? Kurt had wanted for them to get married? Of course Blaine would marry him. But then, deep down, his anger started to resurface, and Blaine began to remember what he had seen on the video inside Tina's club, and then he remembered the actual fact that it was all down to Kurt that they were in this situation. His hands began to tremble. How dare Kurt put all of this onto his shoulders?

"What about you, Kurt?" Blaine countered to Kurt's cold and silent back. He was now fully clothed, arms folded defensively across his chest, his feet squarely apart. He was no longer going to be the victim. He was no longer going to take all of the blame. "What about your secrets? You were going to propose to me when you had all of your business problems causing all of this drama?" Kurt turned slowly and faced him, the worry clear on his face. "That's right, Kurt! I know you're involved and you're somehow responsible for Sam's disappearance. You were never going to tell me?" Blaine stepped even closer, his face red and hot, his hands clenched. "How is that trusting each other? How could I even think of saying yes to a proposal when you were hiding so much from me?"

Kurt moved to the sofa warily, unsure of just what Blaine knew and just what he was going to say. It was the first time that Blaine saw him look uncertain and...was he actually looking nervous? "Go on," Kurt reluctantly invited him. He might not want to hear what Blaine was going to say, but in reality there was nothing that he could do to stop him.

"Just what have you gotten yourself involved in?" Blaine questioned and Kurt's shoulders relaxed, but his ease was to be short lived. "I've seen footage from Tina's other club. Just who was the other man that you were with, Kurt? How do I know you haven't slept with him? From what I saw you were quite an intimate pair yourselves!"

Kurt sneered, "Don't be ridiculous." He paused though because he realized he was going to have to provide some kind of explanation.

"How can I believe you?" Blaine argued, stepping even closer. He was yelling now, "I saw you kiss him. I saw you go to a private room together. What the hell did you do with him in there?"

"I, we, I..." Kurt paused again. Damn Tina! Just what was she playing at? She had told him that they would help Kurt and now they had betrayed him, and betrayed Blaine from the looks of things. And now, here they were, fighting - and they never fought. It looked like Tina and Mike had only been playing them.

"Maybe we should just take a break for a moment," Kurt suggested. "Let us clear our heads." Blaine only blanched when he heard Kurt's words. He was chickening out, trying to get out of the argument before Blaine could accuse him of more.

"I don't really have time to even think about taking a break right now, Kurt," Blaine yelled back at him. "Because of you one of my friends has been kidnapped and they have threatened to kill him." Kurt's mouth opened in surprise.

"They really said that?" He asked.

"Yes."

It was Kurt's turn to feel flabbergasted. He took a seat on the sofa, his legs beginning to shake unsteadily. When Tina had said she was worried for Sam's life, he hadn't believed that The Dalton House could announce such a threat, and he had only said what he had said to appear cold and tough. He didn't want the other side to know he was actually really weak.

"Yes, that's right, Kurt. That's why I had sex with another man. Tina bribed me to do it. They want the backups and I had no fucking clue what they were." Blaine approached him, standing angrily over his body. "And when I was done, Tina told me that you're the one who knows what these backups are. Is she right?"

Kurt lowered his head into his hands.

"Do you?!" Blaine yelled once again.

"Yes," Kurt admitted softly. "Yes, I do."

Blaine stepped back horrified. He had had one small part left inside of him that had truly held onto the belief that Kurt was innocent in all of this, and that he was as clueless just like he was. But here was Kurt admitting to it. Blaine sat in the chair opposite him, unable to believe that all of this was because of Kurt's doing.

"Look," Kurt started forcefully, regaining his composure. He desperately wanted to gain control of the situation. It had quickly gotten out of hand. "It's just some businessmen who suddenly turned up on my doorstep and have tried to blackmail me into backing out of a business deal." He sensed Blaine's mistrust and he continued, "If I let them blackmail me, close business colleagues of mine were going to get hurt. The only way we thought we could get out of it was to come up with a plan to try to blackmail them back. We approached Tina and Mike, and for a reasonable fee, they agreed to help us. We managed to steal some documents that can prevent them from blackmailing us, but that was when everything went bad. That's when they kidnapped Sam."

Blaine glared at him. "With everything that I've seen and done in the past twenty four hours, how can I trust you? How can I believe you?"

"At the moment, you'll just have to trust me." Blaine sighed and turned away. "The man you saw me with," Kurt added so firmly that Blaine was forced to look back at him, "he is nobody. He was just someone that we used to help us steal the back-ups."

"Why would someone go to that much trouble to hurt you and your business colleagues? Which colleagues?"

"You don't need to know who they are."

"Fine, so don't tell me. But you need to give me the backups, whatever the hell they are, so they will release Sam? The Dalton House men want me to meet them at the Mondrain Hotel tonight."

"I can't do that, Blaine," Kurt whispered. It was Blaine's turn to storm over to the double bay windows in frustration. "I need to protect you and I need to protect my business colleagues," Kurt insisted to his back.

"Protect me?" Blaine laughed out loud. "Well, you haven't done a very good job have you?" Kurt didn't respond. "I just... I can't even look at you right now." Blaine dropped his head. "You just said that you wanted to propose to me in Paris, but you were going to do that without me knowing anything about these troubles you were involved in. You refuse to tell me, and now you're refusing to help me with Sam." Blaine turned and grabbed his overnight bag, throwing it over his shoulder. "I'm going to go and do this all by myself, even if I don't have these backups, I'll do anything to get Sam freed.

Panic filled Kurt. There was no way he could let Blaine enter the lion's den without having what The Dalton men desperately wanted. They wouldn't hesitate to take Blaine in Sam's place. It was then that Kurt realized just what he had to do for Blaine's sake. If he pushed Blaine away, Blaine would be safe. The Dalton House would hopefully consider him not worthy to use as a tool to coerce Kurt. He could only try to pick up the pieces of their relationship later when all of this had been laid to rest. Kurt rose from his chair and took a step closer, and no one needed to tell him that what he was about to say, had the possibility of ending everything between them forever.

"I can't love you anymore," Kurt began, "not after what I saw you do. You betrayed me in the worst possible way."

Blaine laughed, "How convenient! Bringing that up again," But deep down he was shocked by what he had just heard.

"You should go back to New York and finish your course without me. I'll handle all of this now. I will meet with The Dalton men tonight and end all of this."

"Obviously we were living a lie in New York then, weren't we?" Blaine muttered.

"Yes, we were. Well, I was anyway. I have no idea what you were doing." Kurt cringed inside. His voice had been so flat and empty, but he knew his words would have knifed at hole in Blaine's heart.

Blaine's jaw dropped. Kurt's words were so final. "So be it," Blaine retorted. "If that's how you feel, but guess what, Kurt, you betrayed me too." Blaine stormed to the hotel door and paused. "I needed you Kurt, but you weren't there for me. And Kurt," he said, turning to face him one last time. "When all of this is over, don't come after me. How could I ever say yes to someone who is so deceitful? I thought I knew you." And with those final words, Blaine walked out of the door and slammed it shut behind him.

Kurt stood frozen, he couldn't move. What had just happened? It was as if the past ten minutes had not really happened, or in fact, they had happened, and he had just been possessed and had been watching from up above from a distance. He was a fool. He couldn't let Blaine just walk out of here and leave him? He couldn't live without Blaine. He couldn't breathe without him. He was an idiot. Blaine was right. He should have been there for him, and he hadn't.

Kurt ran to the hotel door. He couldn't let Blaine go, not like this. They would work together to find Sam, and then they would return to New York, and pick up the pieces of their collapsing relationship. He flung open the door but stopped. The person before him was the last person he had ever expected to see right at that moment.

"Rachel!" He gasped.

***

A black car came hurtling up to a stop before the Beverly Wilshire and right in front of Blaine as he stood uncertain as to which direction he should take. The back door was opened and Blaine shied away, afraid of who just might be inside. Was he about to be kidnapped by The Dalton House, just like Sam?

"Get in the car, Blaine," Tina ordered from her seat.

Blaine startled at the sight of her but it quickly turned into a glare. "Get the hell out of here!" He yelled at her. "You've caused enough drama to last me a lifetime!"

Tina wasn't listening to him though. "I said get in the car, Blaine!" The car started to edge slowly along the curb, following him as he stormed off.

"As if I'm going to get in your car," Blaine laughed in amazement. "You're the devil's incarnate!" He continued on his way. A car door slammed but Blaine did not look over his shoulder. He just looked at the ground intent on getting away from her as quickly as possible. He had no idea where he was going to go, or what he was going to do, but the last thing he wanted to do was get into a car with her.

He stopped short, a large foreboding body towering over him. Blaine glanced up, only to find Karofsky standing in front of him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Blaine spat, and he turned back towards Tina's car. "What the hell do you want? Haven't you caused enough trouble? Just leave me the fuck alone!"

"I can't do that, Blaine," Tina called, looking over her sunglasses. "Just get in the car or Karofsky will put you in the car."

Blaine turned to face Karofsky. The car was the last place he wanted to be, but looking at the large frame of the man before him, he reconsidered. He was just about to barge past the man when Karofsky leaned forward and spoke.

"Look across the road."

"What?"

"Look across the road." Karofsky pointed with his finger. "The Dalton men are just waiting for their opportunity to get their hands onto you." Blaine's eyes followed to where Karofsky had subtly pointed and Blaine sucked in his breath.

"Shit!" He gasped. There on the opposite side of the road was a dark limousine. It was inconspicuous but for the single man with blonde hair in a dark blue suit and tie, leaning against its side. He stood with his arms folded, his eyes hidden by large sunglasses. Blaine's eyes rose, for while the pair looked in the man's direction, he man gave them both a small salute.

Blaine's shoulders dropped and he looked back to Tina's car. It looked like he really had no choice. Reluctantly he slid onto the seat beside Tina, but nearly choked in surprise when he saw the woman who was sitting in front of him.

"Santana?!" He exclaimed.