A/N: Sooo... -silence- I'M SO SORRY, GUYS! MY MUSE WAS RUNNING EVERYWHERE AND I COULDN'T STOP IT! (Read author's note at the end to continue).

Anyway, that said, go ahead.

Disclaimer: Nooooooot mineeeee :)

Chapter 1: Blaine and Santana

"Happy Birthday, love!"

"Didn't I tell you not to get me anything?"

"Yes, but you knew I wasn't going to listen anyway."

"Kurt—"

"Sweetheart, relax. I didn't do a lot, I swear."

"Well... Okay... I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, Blaine. Happy Birthday, dear."

"Hiding again?"

Blaine turned around as he heard the voice and he arched an eyebrow as he beckoned her to join him silently.

She walked forward, her bloody red gown flowing slightly in the wind.

"I hate these things." She muttered as she took the pins that had bind her hair together tightly. She shook her head and let her brown locks down her shoulder.

Blaine turned back around and leaned forward, his hands gripping the railing of the balcony loosely.

"Aren't you suppose to be in there, enjoying your party?" She said as she closed her eyes and leaned forward, breathing the night air of England deeply.

"No," He said curtly.

After a moment of silence, the young woman turned to him and said.

"How are you?"

Blaine was momentarily taken aback. He wasn't expecting that question to come out of her mouth. He wasn't expecting that tone of kindness from her either.

"Fine," He said, his cool demeanor coming back.

"That's bullshit and you know that." She snapped, her eyes brightening with fire.

"Well, what the hell do you expect me to say, Santana?" He snapped back, his hazel eyes darkening with anger.

They stared at each other, their eyes alight with fire before Santana sighed quietly, closed her eyes, and looked away.

"They're still alive, you know?" She said quietly, almost inaudible.

"How would you know?" He said, almost as quiet. But his voice held a cold, firm, and low tone.

"I just… know."

Blaine didn't answer back, choosing instead to ignore her in favor of feeling the cold chilly air. For once he felt numb and he cherished the feeling, tired of the other emotions he so was used to feeling every moment of his life without his love.

They both stood there, shivering slightly as a heavy breeze blew by. One's thoughts were about forgetting and the other's about remembering.

The silence was easily shattered as heavy footsteps echoed on the balcony's floor.

"What are you both doing in here?" Marcus Anderson said as he stepped closer to his son and one of his many close friends.

Santana and Blaine looked at each other, silently agreeing on not telling what had happened just minutes ago.

"Nothing," Blaine answered instead as he looked over his shoulder to his father, smiling falsely.

His father frowned, noticing his fake smile. It had been like this ever since the event that had happened almost two years ago, but he had been hoping that his son would at least heal some of his wounds. He knew how strong their love for each other was and it was only expected that one would be deeply hurt if the other was lost. But he was still hoping that his son would at least try, if not for his friends and family, then for Kurt.

If anything, his son's heart had gone cold and cruel. It was no longer warm and kind but the polar opposite. Marcus was beginning to think that Blaine had been losing hope in ever finding Kurt, and the thought made him frown deeper. But he knew in some part of that stone heart, hope had not been lost.

"Why don't you come inside and enjoy the party once more, Santana, Blaine?" Marcus suggested, gesturing inside where nothing had changed, everyone was still dancing, smiling, and not having a care in the world.

"I really rather not." Santana said, turning around to face his friend's father.

"Well, you really have no choice. I'm sure they have noticed by now that the main celebrant has disappeared." Marcus said.

"I'm sure they noticed." Blaine said sarcastically.

They all glanced back inside and chuckled.

"Well, come on, your mother wants you to be there to cut the cake."

Blaine groaned and the other two laughed. They made their way back inside and just for that tiny moment, their troubles had been forgotten.

A/N: As I said... I'M REALLY SORRY GUYS! ESPECIALLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO READ "It's Different"!

I had to get this out of my mind before I was able to continue typing the next chapter (For "It's Different")

To be honest with you, I have 185 words right now. But I have a bunch of ideas coming to my mind (now that it's clear) right now and I'm ready to type another 500 or so words.

And I know I said I'll update as soon as I reach 50 reviews but YOU GUYS ARE TROLLS! Mind you, I love it but you guys are scaring me xD

That being said, let's move on to this story.

I know the first chapter is very vague (and short), as is the summary. But I'll explain more as the story goes. The second chapter may help. Or the third, actually xD

Oh yeah, and the rating may go up as it goes. (No smut), I can't write it xDD

Please, stay with me (and my muse) and don't forget to READ AND REVIEW! :D

- Morgana Grace