It ended with a phone call. Not the one Blaine had been waiting for, where his boyfriend would be gushing about the weather and his trip or bitching about any number of things on his way to a small island named Koh Samui off the coast of Thailand. New Directions was on its way to an island vacation courtesy of its director William Schuster and the guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury. It was supposed to be a way for the group to relax and regroup after their stressful year, regaining the bonds they had forged the year before. To that end they had chartered a small plane, to be flown by Mrs. Pillsbury who surprisingly had her pilot's license to bring them to the island. They had landed in Bangkok yesterday afternoon their time and should be landing on the island in about an hour.

When David and Wes walked into his room, unusually solemn for the duo during summer break, Blaine was surprised to see them awake this early in the morning. He smiled at them pleasantly from his sheet music, "What's up guys?"

The duo exchanged a glance, "Uh, Blaine, what flight did you say New Directions was on?" Wes asked hesitantly.

Blaine turned around to look at them fully at Wes's tone of voice, "They chartered a plane; it should have touched down about fifteen minutes ago." Blaine said slowly, "Why?"

David swallowed hard, "and what…" he coughed uncomfortably, "What was the registration number on the plane?" He asked, ignoring Blaine's question.

The curly haired boy frowned, "AV145, guys what's going on?"

The duo exchanged another glance, "You may want to check with Mr. Hummel" Wes said delicately.

Blaine felt himself grow alarmed, "Why? What's going on?"

"There was a storm, they don't know where their plane" David burst out suddenly. "It's all over the news"

The bottom dropped from Blaine's world; his head shook with an automatic denial. "You're wrong, it's just a… you're wrong"

"They have a recording of the mayday signal, Blaine, I'm so sorry"

Blaine reached for his phone still shaking his head, "no it's not… there no way."

The phone at the Hudmel house rang only once before there was an answer "Do you have news?" Burt Hummel snarled into the line. It was the hidden tears, the fear that Blaine could barely heard that cut through his denial.

"Tell me it's not true" he begged into the phone with his world shattering around him.