It had been two weeks since the swimming incident. Neither of them had mentioned it nor had it happened again. However, they were both incredibly sure they liked each other. Possibly even loved.

As they had been there a month now, they were both entitled to one phone call to whoever they wanted.

Blaine's call

"Hello?" Blaine's mother answered the phone, she sounded tired.

"Mom?"

"Blainey!" she screeched happily. "Baby, are you okay? I'm missing you so much, have you been eating enough?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm missing you too. Mom, this is me, of course I'm eating enough. Are you okay?"

"Just getting on with life, what have you been doing then?"

"Not much, we are at a ranch somewhere, so I've been out with the animals a couple of times and I have watched an awful lot of TV, how's Cooper?"

"He's fine, he got a part in a TV show actually, and he wanted me to tell you if you called"

"Is he not there?" Blaine said frowning. Cooper knew the date that Blaine was allowed to call home and he promised he would be there.

"He had to work, this TV part, it was pretty big, he did say sorry"

"Oh" Blaine replied in a small voice.

"Anyway, tell me about the family you are with, are they nice?"

"They are lovely people, really nice, you'd like them"

"And how is Kurt?"

Blaine stalled for a second. "He's…he's great"

"What aren't you telling me?" she said straight away. Damn the mothering instinct to know when their child is thinking.

"Well, a couple of weeks ago, we almost kissed and I think I like him" Blaine gushed, finally glad he could tell someone.

"If you like him then go for it Blaine, but it could be just because he is there though you know? You are both going through the same thing, feeling lonely"

"But it's different with him. It just feels different"

"Go for it then"

They talked for a little while longer before Blaine was told by Hank that he had to go.

"Okay, Mom, my time's up, but I love you so much!"

"I love you too baby!" he could hear his mother tearing up.

Kurt considered ringing just his father but he wanted to talk to Rachel and Finn as well, but knowing how bad his dad was with technology he called Rachel.

"Hello?" she sounded rather chipper.

"Rach!"

"KURT! HEY! HOW ARE YOU? FINN, IT'S YOUR BROTHER!" she shouted.

"I'm fine, but can you do that thing with the phone where it can be on more than one conversation at once and ring my dad too?"

"We haven't spoken in a month and that's the first thing you say?" she asked.

"Just do it, we can talk properly when you are all here!"

Two minutes later and Burt picked up the phone.

"KURT!" came the various screams from his family.

"Hey guys!" he said, settling down on the couch. "How are you all?"

"We're all fine" Burt answered. "More importantly, how are you?"

"I'm fine; honestly, I'm a lot better than when I left New York. I've cheered up" Kurt answered, with a sad smile thinking back to how miserable he had been.

"I'm glad to hear it sweetie, have you been eating okay?" Carole added. What was it with moms wanting to make sure you had eaten enough?

"I've been eating fine Carole, I'm missing your cooking though" Kurt said wistfully, thinking of Carole's Sunday dinners.

"Has anything interesting happened while I've been away then?"

"Not really, Mercedes came to New York only to find you gone but she sends her love" Rachel said.

They talked for a while about trivial stuff, nothing in particular. Kurt said bye after about an hour of talking and he began to wonder when he would get home. He missed them. He only hoped the police could do their job properly and catch Ryan as soon as possible.

Back in New York, Rachel wasn't aware of the tiny red device on the underside of her phone receiver and she certainly wasn't aware that it was currently flashing.

To a laptop somewhere in the depths of the New York backstreets, the flashing light was the same. Ryan Davidson tapped a few keys on the computer and there it was

'Garden City, Utah'

So he finally knew where those guys who had seen him where. He could finally get rid of them for good. Smiling to himself, he called up a friend of his. "Jack? We've got them"

The call tracer had been placed there two days ago when Rachel was out by Jack, an incredibly wanted person by the police for thieving and breaking-and-entering. Ryan knew the monthly phone call was soon and he had been right. Now, he knew precisely where they were.