The aftermath from the party came and went pretty quickly. By the time that Blaine and Kurt woke up hours after coming home from the pond, everyone apart from Santana, Puck, Rachel, Aaron, Marc and Sebastian had left. They all helped to clean up some of the mess, and then Aaron left for the airport.

“Sure you don’t want a ride?” Santana asked. “I can borrow Blaine’s car if you do.”

“Hey!” Blaine smiled.

“I’m sure, San. Thanks though, baby.” He said, pulling her in for a cuddle. He kissed he forehead and then did the same to Rachel.

“Look after her.” Aaron said to Puck.

“Dude, we’ll see you in like 3 days.” Puck laughed.

“Alright, alright.” He turned to Blaine. “and you, look after yourself. Don’t burn anything, or kill anyone,”

“I got it, Aaron.” Blaine grinned.

Aaron smiled back and pulled him in for a hug, it was one of the first times Kurt had seen them be affectionate towards one another without kissing. He begun to see what Blaine was saying about, when it’s just friendship. They love one another, it’s so obvious, but it’s no more than Santana and Blaine love one another, it’s no more than being best friends.

Aaron ran his hands through Blaine’s hair as they pulled apart.

“Promise me you’ll never wear gel again.” Aaron suggested.

“Aaron.”

“Promise me!”

Blaine looked at Kurt, with a grin, their fingers interlacing silently. He turned back to Aaron.

“Alright, I promise, I promise.”

“Keep him out of trouble?” Aaron asked Kurt.

Kurt smiled. “Of course.”

Aaron patted him on the arm, unsure of how affectionate to be with a guy who he met last night and was pretty sure hated his guts.

“My cabs here. I’ll see you guys in a few days,” he pointed to Santana, Rachel and Puck. “and I’ll see you, soon.” He promised Blaine.

Santana walked him out, and Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand, turning to their bodies were pressed together.

“You alright?” he whispered, nudging Blaine’s nose with his own. Blaine smiled.

“I’m fine.” Kurt continued to brush their noses together, and Blaine pulled back laughing.

“Oh my god, you two.” Sebastian commented from the kitchen.

Blaine laughed and walked into the room, Kurt’s fingers still entwined with his own.

“Yes, Sebastian?” Blaine asked.

Sebastian looked up at him where he was pouring milk into his cereal. He placed the milk down and dropped his spoon dramatically into the bowl.

“What is this then..?” he waved his hands between them.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked suddenly, he raised his palm to Sebastian’s forehead. “You look rough.”

Sebastian glared at him. “Blame Aaron for that. I can’t even tell you how many shots he made me do last night.” He groaned, spooning a mouthful of cereal into his mouth.

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand softly. Blaine smiled and squeezed back, careful not to draw attention to themselves.

“Where’s Marc?” Kurt asked, looking around the room.

“He’s lying down on the porch. Said he felt sick.”

“Can’t handle his drink, that one.” Kurt commented.

“Never has done.” Sebastian added.

The door slammed shut and Marc came running into the kitchen, Blaine understood what they meant, he looked beyond hung-over, but he was hurrying urgently.

“Blaine. Blaine.” He breathed, gasping for breath. “Your dad. He’s home.”

Kurt snaked his arms around Blaine’s waist. Blaine glanced at the door.

“No-that’s impossible. His flight isn’t until Thursday.”

“Well he just pulled up outside.”

Santana rushed to the window and turned back to Blaine.

“It’s him.” She confirmed. Blaine swore under his breath, suddenly very aware of the mess. “I’ll stall him, you lot-” she turned to Kurt, Sebastian and Marc. “Get out, Puck will get you out the back, just go home and don’t come back until Blaine calls you, okay?”

“What’s going on, Blaine?” Kurt asked, his hand wrapped tightly around Blaine’s wrist.

“You just, you need to go. Trust me, I’ll call you later.” He kissed him briefly, too quickly, as Puck grabbed Kurt’s arm and dragged the three boys out of the back door into the back yard.

Santana headed through the door to distract Blaine’s father, she was pretty good at it by now. The amount of times that Blaine’s been having to sneak guys from his bedroom window – luckily in Lima his room was on the ground floor, so it was easy to get guys in and out – whilst Santana kept his dad busy until it was all clear was unreal, it was just common ground for them.

But this was completely different. The house was wrecked, even if he had an hour, it wouldn’t be presentable. He heard Santana’s voice from outside calling over to his father.

“James Anderson!” she announced. “I’ve missed you so much dad!”

Rachel smiled as she piled empty cups and bottles into a bag; she loves how close Santana was to Blaine’s family.

“Get upstairs, and get dressed. Now.” Puck said to Blaine, shoving him towards the staircase.

They all knew Blaine’s family well, maybe not as well as Santana, but they all knew the consequences, what Blaine’s dad expected of them, of Blaine. This was either going to be incredibly close, or a huge kick in the gut.

“James!” Rachel exclaimed as Santana edged him through the doorway. She ran over and hugged him. He wasn’t exactly a ‘hugger’, but when it came to Rachel Berry he made an exception. She was like his third daughter (after Lucy, his actual daughter, and Santana...his, well, his other daughter).

“You’re back early.” Santana said immediately.

“Business trip changed...” he looked around the room and dropped his bag to the floor as he took in the sight of his house, empty and smashed bottles covering the floor, items of clothing, microphones, cups, shoes. “What the fuck happened here?!” he raised his voice. “Where is he?”

“Mr Anderson, please.” Puck said quietly.

“Blaine!” He called, walking swiftly to the bottom of the staircase. “Get your ass down these stairs right now.” He walked back into the living room area. “Could you three please wait in Blaine’s room, whilst I have a quick talk with him?”

They nodded silently, they knew what was coming, Blaine would be grounded and banned from anything apart from his studies, he’d have to pay for all the damages and swear to never throw a party again. They walked upstairs, Rachel moved to knock on his door but Santana just walked straight in and threw herself onto his bed.

“Good luck honey. He wants to see you.” She said as Blaine emerged, fully dressed, from his bathroom.

“Fuck. Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.” He promised, shutting the door on his way out.

Santana sat up against his headboard and reached down into his bedside table drawers.

“You two playing?” she asked, still digging through the draw.

“Of course.”

“It’s tradition.” Rachel added, as Santana came to join them in a circle on the floor. She dealt the pack of cards she had taken from Blaine’s draw and waited for them to look at their own before stating:

“Any threes?”

Rachel licked her lips and checked her cards. “Nope, go fish.”

They played happily for a while, until the sound of something smashing downstairs made Santana walk over to the door, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth silently and left the room to sit at the top of the second staircase, legs hanging freely over the edge. She could hear every word; she’d never heard James this angry before.

“-I don’t know what to do with you anymore, Blaine. I really don’t.” He paused, but didn’t expect Blaine to say anything, and he didn’t. “Coming here was a fresh start for you, but you seem worse than before! You’re out of control.” He spoke patronisingly slowly.

“I was going to tidy up by the time you got home, nothing bad even happened.” Blaine fought.

“I’m just sick of all of this. You were given such an opportunity, coming here. I just-I don’t know Blaine. Maybe it’s best if you go live with your mother.”

Santana heard Blaine’s breath choke. “What?! In Lima?! No! That’s bullshit!”

“I spoke to her just before we moved here, she’s happy to take you back. Pack up your things, I’ll book you a flight.”

“Dad, please.”

“We’re done here, Blaine.”

Santana heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs, when they reached the first corridor, she stood up, waiting for him to reach her.

Slowly, he climbed the second staircase, curling into her arms where she waited at the top.

“I’m so sorry, Blaine. This is all my fault, I’m so sorry.” She cradled his head to her shoulder, his breathing becoming heavier.

She tugged him into the bedroom and shut the door, locking it for good measure. She let him go when they go into his room, and he slumped down onto his bed, breathing in the smell of the sheets where Kurt had lay just mere hours before.

“What’s going on?” Rachel jumped to her feet, the card game long forgotten as they lay scattered across the floor.

“Blaine’s moving back to Lima.” Santana said, she wasn’t happy about it. As good as it’d be to have Blaine back, he belonged here.

“What?!” Rachel squealed.

“Where’s my phone?” Blaine asked, his voice hoarse.

“Here, sweetie.” Rachel grabbed it from the floor and passed it to him. He forced himself to sit up against the headboard and he scrolled until he found Kurt’s number. He clicked it nervously, looking at the screen as it buzzed “calling...calling...” After a couple of moments, he sucked in a breath and held the phone to his ear. Kurt picked up almost immediately.

“Blaine?”

“It’s me.”

“Is everything okay?”

Blaine looked up at Santana, who was silently bossing Rachel and Puck around to start gathering things Blaine needed, clothes, laptop, shoes, books, just essentials. He could get the rest sent to him in a few weeks. She smiled a little at him, but nodded as if an encouragement for him to tell Kurt.

“Actually, it’s not.”

“...tell me. You’re scaring me.”

“I have to-” his voice broke, and he decided he couldn’t do this, not over the phone at least. “Can I see you?” he asked quietly.

“Of course, where?”

“Uhh...” Blaine fought his mind to think of somewhere, but it was blank.

“The pond?” Kurt suggested, a smile evident through his voice.

“Okay, 15 minutes?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Okay.” Just as Blaine was about to hang up, Kurt spoke again.

“Don’t be afraid, Blaine. It’s gonna be okay.”

With that, Blaine hung up the phone. He couldn’t bring himself to fight for a point Kurt knew nothing about, not yet.

“I need to go meet Kurt.” Blaine said. “I’ll be back really soon and I’ll help, but I just-” He was rambling, feeling the need to have to fight for what he was saying. “I just need to talk to him right now, I know it seems stupid, he’s made my life hell but I just-I can’t explain it.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Santana hushed, rubbing his arm gently. “Go, we’ve got this.”

He wrapped his arms around her immediately, “Thank you, I’m sorry.” He whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

“Come on, I’ll get you out.” She said, taking his hand and heading downstairs. They reached the kitchen where Mr. Anderson was sitting, and Santana went over to talk to him, Blaine hesitated in the doorway.

“James?” she asked.

“Yes, Santana?”

“Blaine needs to go out for a while, but then we’ll take him to the airport later...he has some people he needs to talk to.”

“Blaine.” He demanded. Blaine stepped forward into the kitchen. “Whilst you’re out, go down to Dalton and give them these.” He thrust a folder into Blaine’s direction. Blaine knew them well enough by now, transfer papers. It hit him, at that moment that transfer papers weren’t just something you had laying around the house, especially completed transfer papers. His dad was waiting, for something like this. Blaine felt his body tense as he realised that his father always planned to come home early, to catch the aftermath of a party which would have been guaranteed to get out of hand with Santana, Rachel, Puck and Blaine all there, god knows the other amount of people who turned up.

“Okay.” He agreed softly, arguing would get him no where today. He took the papers and smiled at Santana before grabbing his keys out of the draw and heading towards his car. He drove to Dalton first, Kurt would take a while to get to the pond and he’d rather have it all finalised before Kurt would make him do anything stupid to stay.

The receptionist at Dalton took the papers and finalised them regrettably, she told Blaine they’d miss him, and handed him all the final papers.

Blaine climbed back into his car and took one final look at the school he’d grown to love, become comfortable with, turned into a person he could be proud of, and drove away.

He parked up outside the forest entrance, not expecting to see Kurt’s car, he knew that Kurt would have had a driver drop him off here, he wouldn’t drive himself. He walked slowly into the forest opening, walking the same route that he had just earlier that morning. That couldn’t be right...it felt like days ago. He looked down at his phone. 3:20pm. He sighed and continued walking, crunching through the fallen snow, there wasn’t a lot, but there were footprints leading down the path he was.

He reached the opening, and could see the back of Kurt’s head as he sat on the bench. Blaine walked over silently and sat beside him, letting himself let out a heavy breath as Kurt wrapped his arms around him.

“Hey, hey.” Kurt hushed him, tightening his arms around him. “What’s happened?”

“Kurt.” He whispered, pushing himself away from Kurt to sit up straight, Kurt let him, turning to face him with expecting eyes. Blaine sucked in a deep breath and opened his closed eyes to look at Kurt.

“When I moved here, my dad had a no parties rule.” Blaine explained slowly. “He said that if I have any parties, get involved with any guys, or singing, or fencing that would be it.”

“But-” Kurt moved to protest but Blaine grabbed Kurt’s wrist with his hand.

“No, no, just...let me?” he asked quietly. Kurt stopped talking and nodded silently. “He let the singing slip; I think he always knew that I’d be involved in that wherever I am. I don’t-we were gonna clean everything up before he got home on Thursday. We’ve done this a lot...had parties without him ever suspecting a thing. But when he came home today...he just snapped. He threw a bottle at me,” he motioned to his shoulder, and Kurt reached up to move his shirt to the side. He swallowed thickly at the site of the bruising gash on the top of his arm, it wasn’t bleeding but it was bruising rapidly, deep purple. Kurt never realised that Blaine’s father was physically abusive towards him, Blaine never really spoke of him in a bad light. Blaine seemed to catch onto the thought pattern, and he shrugged Kurt’s hand away from his shoulder. “No no, it’s not like that.” He confirmed. “It’s really not.”

“Okay.” It was all Kurt could say.

“So, then he told me that he spoke to my mother. They broke up, which is why we moved here...but he’s making me go back to Lima and live with her.” He gushed; he just wanted it all out in the open. And now it was.

“You’re moving back to Lima?” Kurt repeated.

His phone buzzed a text from his father. He clicked it open, and sucked in a breath when he read the message.

Your flight is booked for 8pm tonight. Santana & co have moved theirs to match yours, so you can fly with them. Take what you need and I’ll send the rest of your things in a few weeks. I’ve gone out, I expect you to be gone when I get home at 6.

Blaine passed his phone to Kurt. “Does that answer your question?” he said quietly.

“Tonight?!” Kurt dropped Blaine’s phone into his lap and leant forward, his elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands.

“Kurt,” Blaine’s voice broke.

“Please don’t.” Kurt whispered. “Don’t.”

Blaine licked his lips anxiously.

“I need to go home and pack...I left them there.” Blaine suddenly remembered his friends, he made to stand up.

“It’s been 10 hours.” Kurt spoke, sitting upright.

“What?” Blaine questioned, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and snow began to settle around them again.

“It’s been 10 hours since you bought me here.”

“It feels like days ago.” Blaine gazed across the pond, trying to remember the way that Kurt had looked so carefree gliding across it, clinging onto Blaine as if he was about to disappear.

“Would you mind if I came and helped you pack?” Kurt asked.

“Are you sure? You said you needed to do some work for your dad today.”

Kurt licked his lips and rest his hand over Blaine’s thigh.

“It can wait, everything can wait for now.”

“Don’t give everything up for me, Kurt.”

“I’m not giving anything up.” Except you.

“I’m sorry that I have to leave...after, last night.” Blaine said quietly, shrinking into himself and mentally cursing for not bringing a jacket.

“Something changed last night, huh.”

“I guess it did.” Blaine agreed, brushing the back of his hand against Kurt’s.

“You must be freezing, c’mon let’s go.” He stood up, and brushed the snow off of his jacket, turning to smile at the way that the snowflakes caught on Blaine’s eyelashes until he blinked them away.

“What are you grinning at?” Blaine smiled as they walked back towards his car.

“You’re sort of adorable.” Kurt said, nudging their shoulders happily.

They climbed into Blaine’s car, and Blaine pulled into the street, heading towards his house. They were silent for a while until Blaine broke the silence.

“I’m sort of glad I’m leaving.” He said quietly, as if he didn’t want Kurt to hear.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I could deal with coming to school tomorrow and you being who you are in front of everyone else after knowing you this weekend.” He said honestly.

“Blaine...” it was almost a scold.

“I’m serious. When I first came to Dalton, I tried to figure you out. You had so many sides of you...it confused the fuck out of me. Even now, actually.”

“Even now?” Kurt asked, Blaine kept his eyes on the road but he could hear the crack in his voice.

“Not now, but-” he started, pausing for sort out his thoughts before continuing. “Well yes, now.” He pulled into his empty driveway and cut the engine, turning to Kurt. “This weekend, getting to know you, it’s been my favourite part of being here.” He let his thumb run across Kurt’s cheekbone. “But I don’t know if that’s just because it’s just been me and you.” He whispered, dropping his hand.

“What do you mean?” Kurt said, leaning his head back onto the head rest, eyes never leaving the way that Blaine was fiddling with the cuff on his shirt.

“I never wanted to chase you, Kurt.” Blaine admitted.

“Wanted to?”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t.” He continued, ignoring Kurt’s comment. “Nick warned me about you, but back then, I had no interest in you. We sort of hated each other.” A smile tugged on his lips, but it fell immediately. “And then everything got personal. You were doing fucking background checks on me, you knew everything and I couldn’t run anymore.” He swallowed thickly. “And then I fell for you.”

“You fell for me?”

Blaine didn’t reply, he took off his seatbelt and opened the door, climbing out. Kurt followed him to the front porch where he grabbed his arm to stop him from walking inside.

“Don’t run away from this conversation, Blaine.” Kurt said.

“This conversation isn’t gonna make it easier for me to leave.” He tugged his sleeve from Kurt’s grip and walked inside.

They walked in silence upstairs where they could hear the soft thump of music from his bedroom. He opened Lucy’s bedroom door on the way up, and saw a box on her bed. He walked in, turning to look at Kurt as he did. He looked in the box and pulled out the piece of paper resting on top of a bouquet of flowers.

Luce,

I visited for the weekend and borrowed your bed, I know you won’t mind ;)

Don’t yell or anything, I cleaned everything up and I put some music on a USB on your desk, as always, right?

Anyway, I heard about your leg, and cheerleading and everything, and I just wanted to tell you to keep going with it. Once your leg’s healed, win Nationals and prove to your dad that you’re better than what he expects of you and Blaine.

See you soon sweetheart,

Love you so much,

Aaron

P.S Keep an eye on that Kurt kid...he’s definitely in love with your brother, you were right, I owe you $10.

I’ll put it under your pillow. If Blaine’s stolen it, just tell him that I’ll happily send you many pictures to blackmail him with for it back.

Blaine laughed out loud and picked the flowers out of the box, walking over to her desk and replacing the dying bouquet from last time Aaron had spent the evening lying in bed with her watching all of the Harry Potter movies. Aaron treated Lucy as his own sister, and best friend, and as if everything was right when they were together. Their dad didn’t necessarily like Aaron, at all, so it helped that when Blaine started dating him, Lucy would help them to sneak around behind his back. Once he’d replaced the flowers, he put the note down and left the room, closing her door quietly. Kurt didn’t say a word, he placed his hand on the bottom of Blaine’s back as they walked, but Blaine brushed him off as they climbed the final staircase and entered his bedroom.

Blaine smiled as he saw Santana, Rachel and Puck all sat in a circle playing Go Fish. His suitcase was completely packed on his bed, and they were each holding their own mug of coffee.

“Hey Kurt.” Santana said, sounding a little bit surprised but not unhappy.

“Hi, I uh-thought I’d come help pack but...it seems you guys, have it covered.”

“Not the first time we’ve had to get Anderson out of somewhere in a hurry.” Puck said, standing up and placing his mug on the desk.

“I don’t doubt it’s the last either,” Rachel added, taking her and Santana’s mugs to place them next to Pucks.

“Alright, thanks guys.” Blaine said, walking to sit down on the floor, resting his back against the bed, Kurt followed submissively, unsure of what to do. Blaine clearly didn’t want to talk to him right now, but a part of Kurt knew that if he was to just stand up and leave, Blaine wouldn’t want that either.

He sat down next to Blaine, and when Blaine reached out and took Kurt’s hand in his own, he relaxed and let out a long breath.

“I didn’t even get to play my guitar!” Puck groaned, picking it up out of the box on the floor.

“You play?” Kurt asked, curious.

“Yeah man.” He paused. “Do you?”

“I do, yeah.” Kurt smiled, feeling Blaine’s gaze on him.

“You do?” Blaine spluttered.

“Oh Blaine.” Kurt turned to smile at him. “There’s so much you don’t know.” He leant forward and kissed Blaine’s forehead softly before standing up and heading towards Puck. “May I?” he asked, holding his hand out for the guitar.

“Sure, sure.” Puck passed it to him, and settled on the floor as Kurt moved to sit on the chair next to where Santana was sitting on the desk.

He started to strum aimlessly, getting comfortable with the guitar, and then he picked up a rhythm, licking his lips nervously before singing.

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

Still a little hard to say what’s going on,

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness

Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed

You step a little closer to me

Still I can’t see what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it’s not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball

Santana and Puck helped him out with some harmonies through the chorus, but Kurt’s eyes never left Blaine, and Blaine’s eyes never left the way Kurt’s hands held the guitar, strumming perfectly.

Still a little bit of your song in my ear

Still a little bit of your words I long to hear

You step a little closer each day

So close that I can’t see what’s going on

Kurt looked down from Blaine to the guitar, he couldn’t believe Blaine was leaving, right now, in a few hours, it was all going to be gone. The one person in his life, apart from Sebastian, that he felt this comfortable around, the one person who had managed to get under his skin without him realising, the one person he could see himself falling in love with.

No. He couldn’t let himself even think that. That was completely pathetic, he wasn’t falling for Blaine Anderson. It’s just like when someone takes something that was yours for a while, and you want it back but only because they’ve got it, otherwise it’d be in the back of your closet with all the rest of the junk.

Except Blaine wasn’t Kurt’s, and he never would be.

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it’s not hard to fall

When you float like a cannon...

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to cry

So come on courage!

Teach me to be shy

‘Cause it’s not hard to fall

And I don’t want to scare him

It’s not hard to fall

And I don’t want to lose

It’s not hard to grow

When you know that you just don’t know

As he strummed the last few notes, it was a kind of eerie silence. No one wanted to be the first to say anything, so no one did. Blaine stood up and walked over to him, as Kurt passed the guitar back to Puck with a smile, he stood up too, meeting Blaine half way.

“Kurt, you can’t be like this, not now.” Blaine didn’t care if the other three were watching, Kurt gave him a watery smile.

“If this is the last time I’m going to see you, then yeah, I can.”

“It’s not the last time you’re going to see me.” Blaine smiled, letting Kurt’s fingers interlock with his own between them.

“Oh really?” Kurt grinned.

“Really.” Blaine leant forward slowly and kissed him gently, pulling away when Kurt tried to deepen this kiss. Not now, he thought, not when we have to say goodbye.

“We really need to get to the airport.” Rachel announced, picking up her things.

Well, we’re sad to see you go, New Kid. This could’ve really been something. Oh no, we’re not talking about you and Kurt, we were waiting to see how long it took for you to break down. I guess we’ll never find out now.

Everything was piled into the cab, Blaine’s dad was going to get his car to him in about a week, so the four of them were splitting the cab fare to the airport.

Santana, Puck and Rachel were all sat in the cab, watching anxiously as Kurt and Blaine said goodbye.

“I never expected to be saying goodbye to you, right now.” Blaine admitted.

“Why not?” Kurt cocked his head.

“I didn’t expect to be leaving, and I never expected to care about you this much.” He moved his hand up to brush his fingertips through Kurt’s hair.

“Blaine,” Kurt whispered sternly.

“Come on, Anderson!” Santana yelled from the cab.

Blaine turned and gave her a watery smile and then he turned back to Kurt, eyes glistening.

“Kurt, I have something I need to tell you.” He gushed, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

“Blaine.” Kurt repeated.

“I really lo-” Kurt cut him off with a kiss, a sharp, short kiss, it avoided any emotion, any feeling, it was just a kiss.

“Please, don’t. Get in the cab, and go back to Lima.” Kurt said, moving his hands away from Blaine, apart from one finger which lingered tangled in Blaine’s.

“I really-”

“Blaine, I’m begging you. Please.” A tear fell down Kurt’s cheek but he ignored it, he just stared at Blaine until he took a step backwards. Kurt let out a breath as the contact let up, but then Blaine wiped the tear from his cheek, and looked expectantly at him, waiting for him to change his mind, to let Blaine admit what hit him harder than a train. But he didn’t.

“I never wanted this.” Kurt whispered.

Blaine got in the cab and shut the door.

When any kind of heart break hits Kurt Hummel, he runs away to Paris or London, or where ever his Dad is to buy him new clothes. But, I've got word that Burt's MIA, strict business, so Kurt's got no where to run to since his little New Kid's fled the scene.