A/N: This story begins where Glee has left off as of March 21, 2013 with "Guilty Pleasures." Blaine has just come clean to Sam about his crush on him, and Kurt has been using a boyfriend pillow who goes by the name of "Bruce." I love Bruce, in my mind he replaces Adam. I ship Klaine and Brittana, and Finchel is pretty strong. Anyway, if you don't know what has happened beforehand, you should probably go read the Glee wiki for "Guilty Pleasures" to know what is going on in this story. I do not own any part of Glee in any way.

-Kurt's POV-

"I don't understand why you're so angry, Adam!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not angry, Kurt, I'm anxious. I decide to surprise you with morning coffee, and I show up to find you with this thing! Can't you see how that would make me feel uneasy?" Adam shouted.

"First of all, his name is Bruce. Second, why do you care so much? It's just a silly pillow." I said. I got out of bed and reached out for Adam's hand. He pulled away roughly. I could tell he was hurt.

"I just wanted to surprise you, and instead I find myself being surprised. I should go clear my head before I say something I may regret." Adam muttered. "I left the coffee on the kitchen counter."

"Grande nonfat mocha?" I spoke softly.

"Of course, I know your coffee order." And just like that, he was out the door.

A memory I thought I had thrown from my mind long ago had suddenly resurfaced. There I was, standing next to Blaine Anderson in The Lima Bean. We had been next in line, and he spoke for me, "A medium drip, and a grande nonfat mocha for this guy, and maybe I can get him to split one of those Cupid cookies." I questioned him then too, saying "You know my coffee order?" He replied "Of course I do." He had said it so nonchalantly, as if it was ridiculous to assume he didn't know it. Ah, junior year. The year I met Blaine Warbler Anderson, and the year we fell in love. I reminisce upon our relationship from time to time, mostly to pick out the bad to make sure I never make a mistake with Adam that I made with Blaine. Like assuming he would never cheat, for instance. Oh damn, here comes Rachel. She's been a mess since breaking up with Brody.

"Kurt! Are you up yet? Santana said she let Adam in earlier, did you guys talk?"

Sigh. Time to deal with the real world, and it doesn't get more real than Rachel Berry in New York.

"Hey Rachel, I'm up. Adam and I had a falling out, so feel free to have whatever he left on the counter." I said wearily.

Santana popped up from behind Rachel. "Morning Berry, Lady Hummel." She turned to face me. "Your boyfriend's taste in coffee sucks. I tried both of them and then threw them out."

"Not my mocha…" I groaned.

"Look you two, I have two tickets for a plane ride back to Ohio. I've decided to visit my dads over break. The other one was for Brody, he said he wanted to meet-" A few tears fell from her face as she hiccupped before continuing, "Well, whatever that bastard said is irrelevant now. Would one of you like to join me?"

Santana chimed in "He's not a bastard, he's a gigolo. Huge difference."

I gave her a look. "Brody's aliases aside," I turned to face Rachel. "I'll go with you."

"Oh Kurt, really? Thank you, thank you so much! This is great! We can go back and see Mr. Schuester, Tina, Sam, Artie, Brittany-" She started excitedly.

"-And that's my cue to leave. Have a nice trip, ladies. Bring me back a souvenir." And with that, Santana left the room.

"So convenient that you didn't mention a Blaine Anderson or a Mr. Finn Hudson, hm?" I said to Rachel.

She stared at me with a blank look on her face. "Well, I mean… we can-"

I cut her off. "-We have to go see them too. They were a huge part of our pasts, we can't just stroll back into town and not pay them any attention. When do we leave?"

"Tonight." She grinned and skipped back to her room.