"So w-what's the plan?" For all the misery he's brought Kurt over the past couple of years, David Karofsky isn't actually a bad guy. Granted, he's shoved his fair share of kids into lockers in the past, but he's not the one twirling someone else's phone between his fingers with a menacing smirk.

"How many times, Karofsky? We bring Blaine to New York, show him that Kurt doesn't need him anymore, they break up and we take what's ours."

David frowns. "But isn't that a bit…drastic? I mean, I just wanted to see Kurt, not estrange him from the love of his life-"

"Oh please. Tell me, if you had the choice, would you not like to hold Kurt in your arms, wake up to him every day and screw him as often as you wish?" Sebastian Smythe is nothing if not manipulative. He's also very blunt.

David nods shyly.

"Besides," he continues, "I still think the two of you have unfinished business after what went down in your Junior year." Karofsky winces as he remembers the look of horror on Kurt's face after he'd kissed him, but hopes it doesn't show.

David Karofsky may force himself on unsuspecting students.

But he's not actually a bad guy.

"…and I'm absolutely positive Blaine is harbouring some deep feelings for me. Or at least," Sebastian adds, "for my dick. Boy must be exhausted from all the skin care routines and truly exhilarating strolls in the park." He rolls his eyes.

The two of them are in Sebastian's apartment, David pacing anxiously while Sebastian reclines, phone in hand. He wonders if Kurt has noticed it's missing yet. He hopes not, because Kurt's just checked into the Starbucks nearest the airport Blaine will just be arriving at on Facebook and he kind of really needs to stay there. Sebastian grabs the address from the web page and texts it to Blaine, taking care to add the appropriate kisses and hearts. (He hopes Kurt sends three kisses and a heart. He seems like that kind of guy.)

"In answer to your earlier question, Karofsky," Sebastian says, "I've just sent Blaine to the Starbucks Kurt is currently in. He checked in there on his laptop. We'll just have to monitor them extra carefully from here on in. Now," he enquires, spinning in his chair, "are you in?"

Karofsky's eyes are serious when he nods and replies, "sure am."


Karofksy's wondering if it's too late to back out when fifteen minutes later finds them sat on a bench opposite the Starbucks, newspapers held to shield their faces.

Also, their comedy glasses/nose/moustache pieces.

Nothing to see here, folks.

"Sebastian, this is just about the stupidest thing you've ever suggested. In what world does this keep us hidden?"

"Ssh!" Sebastian rolls up his paper and swats David. "If you take a second to remember where we are, this is New York, not Ohio. Everybody is too busy to even notice us and those who do will think we're method acting." He turns back to his paper. "If anyone stops us, we've just been cast in the next Sherlock Holmes film. We're simply…getting into character."

"Sherlock Holmes?" David asks, bemused. "Is he the detective guy? Sebastian, this all seems so stupid-"

"Would you just shut up?"

Sebastian's hissing this time and nudging David's side behind their newspaper fort. When David follows Sebastian's eye line, he sees Blaine approaching the coffee shop. With a little girl in tow. Now who the hell was that? His sister?

David only realises he's been talking aloud when he feels another swat of the newspaper on his bicep and hears Sebastian snarl, "no shit, Sherlock."


Kurt Hummel likes to think of himself as a reformed man. Sure, he's still the out and proud, fashionably adept, sarcastic boy from Lima. But now he's confident and content with everything in his life. It's all perfect.

He's sat in the Starbucks nearest the airport his darling boyfriend is about to frequent. He's nervous but excited, feet tapping impatiently as he checks his emails, anything for a distraction. The barista notices his wide eyes and shining expression as she comes over to clear away his third empty mug of non-fat mocha.

"Is somebody in love?" she asks, tray balanced carefully on hip. She's only used to customers this early in the morning – her watch reads 6:20am – when they're hopelessly in love, or hopelessly upset. (Or hopelessly on their way to work, but.) By the look on the man's face before her, she seriously doubts it's the latter.

"Sure am," Kurt replies dreamily, eyes not leaving the door beyond her. "I happen to be in love with the bravest, most beautiful man I've ever seen. Who I haven't seen for far too long," he adds with a sigh. Kurt turns his attention briefly to the laptop, refreshing his emails once more and preparing to shut the system down. He's just signing out of Facebook when, from across the empty café, he hears the barista sigh happily.

"He's here," she says softly, which is strange, because the plane isn't due for another 30 minutes at least. Were planes often early?

Then Kurt looks up and he's pretty sure his mouth is hanging wide open, but he doesn't care.

Blaine and Caitlin Anderson just walked through the door.

He hasn't spoken to either of them since before he left for New York. He wasn't sure if he'd ever see Blaine again.

What were they doing here?

What was Blaine doing here?


Author's Notes: I am SO sorry for the long wait for this - I was waiting for inspiration to hit and it finally did on a long-distance train journey last weekend! Then I had to get round to actually typing it up...comments are always appreciated and I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I've got a more solid idea of where this is going now, so update should be a bit more regular. Thanks again!