Background info on Rachel for this chapter: Rachel was never adopted by her two dads and was instead raised by a married woman and man. She lived in the house next door to Blaine and that is how she knows him so well. Her parents however, were not supportive of the Arts and this is the reason why she never went into singing. She never to went to McKinley.

"You know, of all the people I ever thought I'd be on a stakeout with, I didn't think it would be you Berry." Santana flicked the keys in the ignition and turned off the car. "You had better have brought plenty of supplies with you, and by supplies I mean drinks and nibbles."

Rachel looked up in surprise, drinks and nibbles had been the last thing on her mind when they had set off on their journey. "Of course I didn't bring drinks and nibbles!"

Santana sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon in deed, stuck in a car, with Rachel, hoping for a sighting of a young man that had captured Blaine's heart five months earlier, near a bar that was supposed to be close to his home. It was a crazy idea and Santana believed something along the lines of wishful thinking, but she had agreed to go along with it just because it was for Blaine. Something had to be done to try and pull him out of the hole that he had dug himself into. They both knew it was risky, and that they had no idea who Kurt really was, or whether he even still lived in the area but it was the only thing that they had to go on. That's how desperate they were.

It was the reason why Santana now gritted her teeth and held onto the other round of sarcastic comments that she wanted to unleash on Rachel for her lack of preparations. Instead of insults, she gazed in the direction of the bar. She had managed to find a parking spot under a large tree, but despite her efforts the rented convertible was in the direct line of the setting sun. Santana covered her eyes with her hand and tried to get a better view of the bar on the opposite side of the road. She held onto another sigh as she felt Rachel scoot up closer to her and lean into her space as she tried to get a better view as well, but just like her friend beside her, Rachel had to squint against the sun too.

"How is this supposed to work?" Rachel cried exasperated. "We can't see a thing!" She was desperately trying to stay calm but her stomach was an anxious knot of nerves. "If only Blaine hadn't lost his phone last week then I could have just called Kurt myself!"

Santana only nodded but with one swift move she flicked Rachel's hand off her shoulder. She couldn't help herself any longer. "Look, Berry. If we're going to be stuck in this car together you've got to stop with the complaining. You've been whining on about Blaine losing his phone for the past three days, there's nothing you can do about it. It happened."

"I'm sorry," Rachel tried to apologize. "I just can't help but think that if we had only decided to do this a couple of days ago we wouldn't have to be sitting here in this car."

"Rachel," Santana warned.

Rachel sulked and sank back down onto her own seat. "I still can't believe that someone spiked his drink like that," she mumbled unable to stop herself. "You know he says he doesn't remember anything from that entire night."

Santana gritted her teeth again. She had heard the story a million times. It had been what had caused them to act because instead of it being a wake-up call for Blaine, it had been the complete opposite. The very next night Blaine and Hunter had been back out hitting another club and had even got caught up in a fight with a pair of bouncers.

"So what does this dashing young man look like?" Santana asked trying to steer their conversation back to the mission at hand. "I guess I should at least know what I'm looking out for."

Rachel quickly forgot about her brooding, leaned down to the bag by her feet and pulled out a pair of mini binoculars. "Just keep your eyes open for anyone who is tall and slender with sharp good looks and fair skin."

Santana snorted at the sight of the binoculars. "Are you kidding me?" she asked looking over her shoulder at Rachel in disbelief. "It's a bar!"

Rachel frowned really not knowing where Santana was going with her statement. "Yes, it's a bar?" She brought the binoculars to her face but her vision was distorted by a close blurred up image of Santana as she climbed out of her seat.

"What! Where are you going?"

"How about," Santana sassed as she tucked her handbag underneath her arm, "instead of sitting in this car looking like complete morons, we actually go and sit inside the bar and have a drink while we wait to see if this Kurt guy walks past." Santana gave her a slight condescending look but caught herself before it got too bad. 'Breathe Santana! Breathe Santana,' she told herself. She turned and began to strut her way across the street leaving Rachel behind in the car.

Santana screwed up her nose at the sight of all the highly charged, testosterone filled bodies shouting and jeering at the large screen in the middle of the bar. Her eyebrows rose in approval however as she saw the last empty table by one of the windows. It was not in an optimal viewing position of the screen that was showing the football, and for this reason, it had obviously been left vacant. "So, there's a table by the window that'll be a perfect place to watch the road," Santana informed Rachel after she heard her run up behind her. Santana looked around again with disdain. "We didn't pick the best of days to come."

"Speak for yourself!" Rachel retorted her eyes flicking eagerly over the room of men obviously pleased with the sight that was before her. "I think it's a perfect day to be here." She ran a hand through her long hair and glanced around the room, and then Rachel let out such a loud gasp anyone would have thought she had just seen someone famous. It had been such a loud squeal because her eyes had fallen on the familiar sandy hair and chiseled porcelain features that she had freeze framed inside her head from all those months ago. It was as if it was meant to be. Fate had stepped in and made it easy for them, because right there, only five meters away was Kurt! No mistakes, no second guesses and no doubts whatsoever, it was Kurt!

Rachel squealed and grabbed Santana's hand in excitement. "Over there!" she cried. "It's him!" She couldn't help herself any longer and bounced up and down on her seat.

"Man, for once you were right Berry," Santana exclaimed letting out a low whistle. "This Kurt guy is one hot little cuttie pie!"

"What about the other guy that's sitting with them?" Rachel quickly asked. She was far too excited now and moved quickly to sit next to Santana on her chair where she proceeded to sway back and forth over Santana's shoulders to try and get a better look. "Do you think we're too late?" Rachel asked from one shoulder before she ducked to Santana's other side. "Do you think he's got a boyfriend?" And before Santana could even answer, Rachel had shot back to the original shoulder she had begun at, her fingernails digging into Santana's skin in the process.

Santana quickly became fed up and lost her patience. "Would you stop moving!" she snapped. "You're going to cause a scene and then they're going to see us, and you'll ruin everything!" Santana glanced back at the trio only a short distance away. They were oblivious to their presence, their attention solely focused on the small TV screen to their right. She frowned as she saw the running Blaine Anderson article. Not the best timing there, but going back to Rachel's original question, she let her eyes rake over the other man at Kurt's table. She didn't need to second guess her first impression. "Look, I have excellent gaydar and I can tell you one hundred percent that that sweaty bag of potatoes sitting with him is not gay."

Rachel frowned, "How can you be so sure?"

Santana raised an eyebrow that told Rachel she shouldn't be questioning her investigative and deductive skills but she answered anyway. "Because from the way he keeps checking out that blonde princess in the corner who screams sweet 16 cheerleader and probably did the deed and had a baby, he's definitely into the ladies."

Rachel followed her gaze to the beautiful woman Santana had just mentioned and she suddenly felt an unrivalled sense of jealousy rage through her. Typical! It was just like high school again. Why did the handsome sports guy always have to go after the blonde cheerleader? She shrugged it off though. She was there for Blaine and no one else, even her own non-existent love life would have to wait.

"What we should be worrying about instead," Santana mused crossing her arms over her chest, "is Mr. Wannabe Prince Charming who has just rocked up."

Rachel's head snapped straight back over to Kurt and she grabbed a hold of Santana's arm in panic as she caught sight of the very eligible and very handsome bachelor who had just come to stand before Kurt. "Nooooo!" she cried.

***

"So you're a bit of a Blaine Anderson fan?" A soft but confident voice asked from behind Kurt.

Kurt startled at its smooth, silky unfamiliar sound. He let his eyes quickly gaze over the man before him, silently going over a mental checklist inside his head that would eliminate any immediate warning bells. He was instantly impressed. The man was tall, of medium build, and looked like someone who worked out but who didn't have the time to make it an obsession. His hair was wavy and he had green eyes. Hmmm! Green eyes, nice! Yes, from first appearances, this handsome man was more than welcome to strike up a conversation with him.

"I hope I'm not being too forward by buying you a drink?" Kurt was pleasantly surprised as he saw the beer being placed before him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mercedes slink away to give him some privacy, a huge grin plastered all over her face.

"No, no, not at all," Kurt offered a smile, picked up the bottle and gently tapped it against the man's beer in a gesture of gratitude. "Not too forward at all." He met the stranger's eyes, obviously he meant business, and as usual, it had been awhile since Kurt had let anyone pay attention to him. And, well today, with all of the Blaine Anderson reminders floating around, Kurt was more than happy to have this wonderful green eyed man buy him a drink.

"Kevin," the man stated as he held out his hand for Kurt to shake.

"Kurt." With the introductions aside Kurt happily took a swig of his beer. Maybe his trip to the bar this afternoon wasn't going to be a complete waste of time after all.

"He needs to be careful," Kevin suddenly remarked.

"Oh?" Kurt asked confused by the sudden comment, but then he followed Kevin's face back up to the TV that was now playing another Blaine Anderson song. Kurt sighed inwardly, 'What was it with this bar and Blaine Anderson?'

"The guy is going to burn out," Kevin continued. "He's a talented guy under all that show. I wouldn't want him to waste his career away on a douchebag like Hunter Clarington."

'Oh, my god!' Kurt cried inside his head. 'Who was this knight in shining armor that had come to stand before him?'

They continued discussing football and Kurt was pleased when Kevin didn't seem too concerned at learning that Kurt really didn't have any interest in the sport. Kevin was though, but they had other things in interest it quickly appeared, like travel, books and music, and before Kurt knew it, the game was well into its first half. A shout came from the opposite side of the room however, suddenly interrupting their conversation.

"Ahh shit," Kevin muttered. "I'm going to have to go, kind of babysitting my younger brother. It's the start of his bachelor night." He gave Kurt a steadfast look, and sure enough, they were exactly on the same page. There was a distinct definite snap of chemistry there. "Can I get your number so I can give you a call?" Kevin asked with such ease Kurt had to be jealous. "Maybe we can go get a drink sometime."

Kurt only felt a small gentle tug inside of him. He looked at his phone and its blank screen. It would be foolish and stupid of him if he held onto that dream of receiving Blaine's call any longer. He couldn't sit there and let great opportunities like Kevin go past. Kevin was real, a real flesh and blood guy. He wasn't a dream. Kurt stared back up at the handsome young man who even though they had just met, offered more a future than Blaine Anderson ever could. "Sure," Kurt decided confidently, "a drink some time sounds great."

A delighted smile broke out over Kevin's face. "Sooner is definitely better than later." Kevin gave him one last stare, a soft squeeze of his hand (that really had way too much effect on Kurt that it should have) and then headed off to his friends where he threw his arms into the air in disbelief. "Couldn't you see I was in my zone!" he cried in mock anger. The other men turned and gazed at Kurt who blushed and quickly looked away, but he couldn't hide the grin that fell onto his lips when he heard Kevin's brother and friends give a long series of wolf whistles in his direction as they left the bar.

***

"No! NO! NOOOOO!" Rachel cried. Santana and Rachel both watched as Kurt and the stranger continued talking. Santana was finding Rachel's continuous moans of anguish and complaints hard to handle and she took liberty in ordering Rachel a large number of drinks in the hope that they would calm her down. Unfortunately though, instead of putting her into a more jovial mood, each and every drink Rachel polished off only made her more moody and hysterical.

Santana couldn't deny that there was some truth in Rachel's worry. Kurt could have found anyone in the past five months, Santana however, was a realist and she was well aware that fate could be a bitch. Fate would do something like that to them. It would dangle Kurt right in front of their faces making them believe they had him well and sure within their grasp, and then tease them by letting him fall for some other guy just when they thought they were going to have success. Kurt's conversation with his new mystery friend continued and Santana tried to remain calm, but there were just too many ritualistic courting signals that made her chew on her lip with worry. There was the leaning in body language, the consistent eye contact, and worst of all, the random body touching.

Santana scowled as Rachel threw an exasperated head onto the back of her shoulders. "We're too late, we're too late," she sobbed but before Santana could scold her, Rachel continued. "Maybe we should just go over to Kurt and tell him what's going on?" Rachel wondered out loud. Her sudden outburst was met with a quick frown from Santana.

"I don't think that's a good idea for this Kurt guy," Santana began analyzing Kurt as she spoke. "He looks too put together which is a good thing for Blaine, but imagine putting him into Blaine's world right now. He'll run away screaming." Santana nodded her head firmly and took a quick sip of her drink. "No, we stick to our original plan for our little intervention here. We both agreed that we would take Blaine out of fairyland, or wherever he's been for the past couple of months, and put him into Kurt's world."

Rachel dropped her head into her hands. "I can't believe we're just going to drop Blaine off at some poor guy's house." Her head shot back up, her eyes wide in drunken hysteria. "We have to do it, Santana. We have to do it! Blaine was so into him. I truly believe that Kurt can pull him out of it." She sobbed again uncontrollably. "But we're horrible people."

"What was the name of Kurt's best friend?" Santana enquired, her brain ticking fast with an idea.

Rachel frowned at the sudden out of place question but her impressive long term memory kicked into gear, "Mercedes, why?"

Santana pursed her lips, her eyes never leaving the scene before them. "Don't worry," she told Rachel as she started to slide out of her seat. "I'm going to try and make this a little easier for ourselves." Rachel turned in confusion and watched as Santana made a beeline towards the ladies bathroom directly behind the young lady who had just been sitting next to Kurt.

***

"Dude, I can't take you anywhere!" Finn joked. He gave Kurt a playful grin before reverting his gaze back to the main screen. Kurt had to be impressed because the game was not far from finishing and instead of being glued to the screen, Finn was actually paying attention to Kurt's love life. He cocked his head in surprise when Finn continued further. "Seemed like a cool guy." Finn took another large gulp of his beer. "It's been a while since you've had a boyfriend. You going to see him again?"

Kurt looked back to the bar door, the one where Kevin had just left through and smiled to himself. "Yeah, I am."

Kurt met Finn's high five and let him return to the last couple of minutes of the game. It was foolish, silly even, but he could get rid of the happy little smile on his lips. Mercedes slide back in her seat, a new magazine in her hands and Kurt caught the frown that had fallen to her face.

"What's up?"

"Oh nothing," she tried to answer nonchalantly. Kurt's suspicion arose immediately. He had known Mercedes for an eternity and he was more than aware of her inability to lie well. She tried to ignore his penetrating stare and started to flick through the magazine she had brought back with her. And oh yes, low and behold, there yet again, was another picture of Blaine Anderson! Kurt wanted to snatch the magazine out of her hands and throw it across the room. He had just had a lovely conversation with a wonderful guy who was going to give him a call to go out. The last thing he wanted to see now was Blaine Anderson. Kurt was through with being tortured. Kurt was going to go on a date, a real date, and he was going to make the most of it.

"So, tell me the truth," Mercedes began, both of them unable to refrain from staring at the glossy full page photograph of Blaine Anderson. Kurt sat on his hands. He was going to have to or he was going to rip it from her fingers. 'Just turn the page already God damn it!'

"If you could ever get the chance to see Blaine Anderson again," Mercedes began tentatively when Kurt didn't respond. "Would you want to?"

"Of course I'd want to see him again!" Kurt gushed surprising even himself. Okay, so maybe he needed to go on this date with Kevin much sooner than he had originally thought. Kurt moaned and dropped his head in his hands, "Just shoot me now and put me out of my misery, why don't you!" Mercedes gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yes, if I was given the chance," Kurt spoke bitterly, "I would see him, even though I know it would be the most pointless and masochistic thing I'd ever done to myself."

"Really?"

"For sure, I'd want to know if he was alright, and then," Kurt announced angrily as he freed one of his hands and slammed it on to the table so hard that several people close by looked at them in surprise. "I'd ask him what the hell he was doing with his life and tell him to get his shit sorted out. And then," Kurt continued his voice softening and his eyes going all dreamily, "I would just stand there and stare at him for whatever length of time I had left."

A cheer went up from several groups in the bar and Finn shook his head in disgust. The football game was over and the opposing team had won. Kurt looked at the magazine one last time and rose to his feet happy that they now could leave and head off home. He had had enough for one day.

Mercedes watched him thoughtfully.

"But really Mercedes," Kurt sighed, "as if that's ever going to happen. I'm never going to see Blaine Anderson again in real life, and really, I can't keep wallowing in the past. I need to move forward, and this Kevin guy who I just met today, just might be the right way for me to move forward."

Mercedes felt like her heart was going to break. It always did when Kurt looked this unhappy and down, and she had seen him like this on many occasions over the past couple of months whenever he had mentioned or discussed Blaine Anderson. Her hand went down to her pocket and clasped around her phone where she had just saved Santana's phone number.

"Come on, let's go," Kurt practically begged her. All he wanted to do was go home and hide from the rest of the world and dream happy thoughts of Blaine. Damn it! He meant Kevin.

"I'll be right there," Mercedes called after him. He gave a wave of his hand and headed off to the exit content to wait for them on the side of the road. Mercedes pulled her phone free as soon as he was out of sight and started a quick message.

"Bring Blaine Anderson over, here's our address..."

***

Rachel let Blaine's hotel door swing open and took a deep breath to brace herself for the aftermath that both Santana and herself were bound to encounter on the other side. The door creaked slightly on its hinges and sure enough, the smell of the party that had probably only finished a couple of hours ago hit them both hard as they stepped over the threshold. Rachel crinkled up her nose at the stench and Santana's face filled with disgust as her eyes wandered over the debauchery and lurid displays of adult activities that greeted them.

For once both Rachel and Santana were speechless because when they had left the room the day before it had been in immaculate condition, but now, it was a war zone. It was sickening. The hotel had bent over backwards to accommodate Blaine, even bringing up a mini grand piano in the service lift and installing a pool table. And what had Blaine done to the thank them? Urgh! Rachel wanted to scream. She had no idea how they were going to explain this to hotel management, and quite frankly, she was getting sick and tired of being the bearer of bad news to all the hotels they had stayed in over the past couple of months.

They edged in further, gingerly stepping over and around tumbled beer bottles that were scattered throughout the room. Some were standing up straight, others lying on their sides while even a few had fallen with their contents still inside and had spilled out over the plush carpet. There were champagne bottles, flutes and other wine glasses, confetti, pillows and cushions, and several guitars all lying haphazardly on the floor. Unconscious bodies could be seen everywhere, sprawling out over the sofas and even the cold tiled ground in the small kitchen. How that was deemed to be a comfortable place to sleep, she did not know. There were even two people asleep on top of the pool table and from their naked form Rachel could guarantee that they had done the deed right there on top of its surface. Who were these people? Didn't they have any shame?

Rachel spied the coffee table, gasped and rushed over to it. There in several lines was a suspicious looking white powder. "This is getting ridiculous!" she cried. "I know Blaine, he doesn't do this!"

She looked about the room as Santana set about getting rid of the powder before anyone else saw it. Hunter had caused some disturbing news articles in the past, and while she was sure it helped his bad boy image, it was the one area that Blaine had originally always drawn a line at. Rachel continued to survey the damage and she couldn't help the big tear that escaped her right eye. A table had been knocked over, a curtain had been derailed and she really wasn't going to be brave enough to check what the dried substance was that was now all over the top of the piano in the corner of the room. Santana ventured over.

"What has happened to our Blaine?" she asked shaking her head in despair. It was one of the very few times that Rachel had seen Santana so disappointed and bemused because even Santana got it. Blaine's partying in the past had always been for fun, but now there was really something else going on.

"I wish I knew because the previous Blaine would have thought defacing and ruining a piano to be of the up most sacrilege. He would never have let it happened." Rachel tried to fight back more tears and her voice wavered. "It's like he doesn't care about anything anymore. It's like he's given up."

Silence fell on them again. There was nothing really else to say in the middle of the deluge. They stood for a moment trying to gain their bearings before remembering what their original purpose had been. Blaine; they needed to find Blaine. Rachel spun in a slow circle examining each and every person she could see but she couldn't spy his familiar curls amongst the different unconscious sleeping bodies. She met Santana's gaze and pointed to the main bedroom.

The pair stopped outside of his door and even Santana, who was one of the most sexually deviant people Rachel knew, squared her shoulders to prepare herself because really, from what they had seen so far, who knew what would be waiting for them on the other side. Rachel turned the handle quickly, believing it to be like a band aide. The quicker they got this over and done with, the better. It was true, she had witnessed Blaine in many states of erotica in the past but somehow, those incidents seemed non-threatening and less serious to what they were witnessing now.

Their eyes fell on the tangled and chaotic mess of sheets and pillows that instead of being on the bed were strewn from one corner of the room to the other. Rachel stepped hesitantly closer ignoring the used condoms and discarded bottle of lube on the bed. She tried to identify the two naked bodies sprawled over the mattress and frowned, neither of the two men were Blaine.

A soft breeze gently tickled Rachel's skin and she turned to find the balcony door open. She gave Santana one last worried look and approached the edge of the room. The wind blew her hair back off her shoulders as she stepped onto the small balcony, her eyes squinting from the glare of the outside compared to the dark rooms inside. Santana followed close at her heels.

He was there, sitting on a long bench that looked out over the busy street below, the noise of the cars carrying on the wind and reaching their ears. Blaine was naked but for a pair of jeans. The regrowth on his cheeks was becoming ridiculous. The shadows under his eyes too dark and brooding, and the muscle tone he had lost of over the past couple of months had left him looking bony and scrawny. Right now, he looked like death warmed up but it was the pensive, defeated expression on his face that disturbed both of them the most.

Blaine held a glass of drink in his hand, and as they watched he took a sip, his lips pulling back slightly as he swallowed the liquid. He didn't acknowledge them, even when Rachel approached and sat at his side.

"Blaine," Rachel spoke softly. He didn't answer. Santana reached across his body, took the glass and brought it to her nose. She nearly gagged at the smell of the concoction. It was putrid! She poured the rest of the contents of Blaine's glass into a pot plant and maintained her distance, she didn't want to overwhelm him and make him feel like an animal that was being trapped and about to be caged. But Blaine didn't even argue at what she had just done. He just continued to stare out off into the horizon refusing to acknowledge either of their presence.

"Blaine," Rachel began again. "You can't keep going like this." She paused waiting to see if he was going to respond but he still didn't speak. "You've been partying for months now. You didn't even let yourself recover after the tour. I think you've only had one night where you've stayed in."

Blaine stared out at the desert in the distance but he swallowed deeply and Rachel knew that he was aware of her words.

"I know this is not what you want, this is not your dream Blaine."

Blaine blinked and with one quick movement his eyes gave her a quick look before they reverted back to the view. Rachel took it as a sign that she could continue. Whatever Blaine was going through he was willing to listen. He hadn't told her to leave and he would have if he wanted her to go.

"Do you remember when we were just kids," Rachel started scooting closer so she could take his hand in hers, "and we used to talk about all of our big dreams and what we wanted to do with our lives and my mum and dad used to scoff at me and tell me to focus on my studies instead, so I did. But you, you were so driven, you knew what you wanted and you went after it with so much drive and passion, no one could stop you. And then, you and Sebastian got lucky with that random rock song," Rachel shook her head in amazement at the memory of it, "and the pair of you never looked back. You thought that was the path that you were meant to follow, but Blaine, I know you, I know the real you and this is not your dream, the music yes, but not this way." She stopped as his eyes began to well up with tears and Rachel decided to give him a moment. She gazed back over shoulder and into the room.

"Did you really sleep with both of those men?" She laughed trying to lighten the situation. Blaine turned his head away clenching his jaw and she was sure that he tried to blink away some tears that wanted to escape. "Oh, Blaine," Rachel soothed and she snuggled into his side and wrapped her arms around his body. "No matter how many gorgeous men you sleep with, you're not going to find what you're looking for there, and you know it, deep down you know it."

Blaine didn't respond but lifted his arm to circle around her shoulders.

"This is not the dream that I know the real Blaine Anderson had. I..." It was too much. Rachel heard a sob and an instant later Blaine collapsed onto her as his tired and overdrawn body shook with the pain he was so sick and tired of trying to hide. Why couldn't things be simpler? Why did he have so many people that he always had to please? And why, just why, for once in his life, why couldn't he have someone that he loved and loved him back? But there was more, so much more, ever since he had won the national competition, Sebastian had molded him into this image and yes, at first it had been fun. But now, now he had lived it for so long he really didn't know where the act began and where the real Blaine started. But worst of all, the worst thing for Blaine to ever consider was that he wanted out, he wanted out of the whole music scene, and that was the saddest thought for Blaine to ever realize because ever since he was a kid, all Blaine Anderson ever wanted to do was to perform music, his music, and his music alone.

Rachel held onto him tightly and rubbed a comforting hand over his back. All the years she had known Blaine, she had never seen him break down like this. It only proved it more that they were right to interfere.

"Blaine," Rachel began again softly. "We're here because we want to help you. We want to give you a present." Blaine shrugged his shoulders.

"What could you possibly give me that I would want?" he asked bitterly. "Don't you know? I'm a rock star I have everything in the whole wide world." The sarcasm in his voice was thick.

"I'm not going to tell you right now but you will have to trust me and come with us."

Santana offered her hand to help pull him to his feet because by God, he looked like he would need it.

It was then that Blaine finally acknowledged Santana and he raised his eyebrows wondering just what the two of them had conjured. It was such an unlikely pair to have working together especially on their own free will.

"Are you going to come?" Rachel asked trying not to make her voice sound like she was pleading.

"Man," Blaine suddenly cried thinking he had realized their plan, "this isn't some intervention where you're going to dump me off at some detox resort for a week and hide me away from civilization, is it? Cause I won't go, I refuse to."

Santana laughed. "Don't worry, while it had been one of Rachel's first ideas I knew you would be the first person to find a way to escape a joint like that."

Rachel shook her head as well. "No, we're not taking you to some detox center."

"So?"

Rachel shook her head again and she couldn't hide her sly, cheesy grin. It was so large that Blaine knew she had planned something big. He thought for a moment. He couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't go with them. Whatever they had planned couldn't be as bad as what was in the hotel room behind him. Nothing they would make him do would be worse than what had already done the night before. He gazed at each woman in turn and he finally really saw the concern each of them held for him in their eyes. Wherever they were going to take him had to better than here.

Blaine nodded his head. "Sure," he answered with a sniffle, "I'll go with you."

Rachel couldn't hide the smile that broke out over her face. She let out a delighted laugh and squeezed Blaine's hand again. "I'm sure you won't regret this. Let's go!"

"Now?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes! Now! We leave now before anyone else wakes up or before Sebastian comes in to find you." Rachel's voice took on a desperate tone. "We go now."

Blaine glanced down at his body. He knew he looked feral and he desperately needed a shower but he shrugged. He trusted Rachel. Whatever she had arranged, he should be alright. Santana gave him a motherly smile as well as he walked past and she handed him a shirt and his favourite leather jacket.

"Let's go stud muffin," she teased and she gave him a gentle pat on the back.