Thanks to the people that alerted this story, last week, love ya.

Now this is what happens when Kurt doesn't meet his Blaine and when Mercedes finally gets her mind off of tots long enough to realize what's going on.

[SPOILER! I'm dying inside from last night's episode! My poor babies...I hope everything will be alright...]


Chapter 2

July 2009, somewhere over the Atlantic

I don't understand, boo. Haven't you always wanted to go to England?- M

I've always wanted to go to London, Mercedes. Not a backwater estate miles away from decent shopping and cute boys with accents. – K

I see, so your aunt's not… -M

My aunt might as well be legally crazy. The way she stays cooped up in her estate all the time…and all those books, M. She is a book collector and by what my father's said about her she's pretty…well crazy –K

Kurt tapped his thumb impatiently for his message to go through and for her response. Phone services were terrible on planes, especially planes that were traveling over oceans. He peeked out the window and found that all he could see were clouds and the sun slowly setting. There were still a few hours yet until he would land in Britain then a couple hours bus ride then a good hour's walk from the town to the estate.

He sighed, it was going to be a long night and an early day the next day as well. And being the fabulous Kurt Hummel he had issues with sleeping in anything that moved, no matter how hard he tried he could never fall asleep on planes or cars or buses and the list goes on.

He was going to be exhausted by the time he arrived there and then was stuck spending the entire summer cataloging books in his great aunt's crazy large collection. He wasn't sure how large it was but if she needed someone to help her then…he could only imagine the Hell that he was going to end up going through that summer.

It had certainly not been his idea to spend his summer this way.

He had planned to work on his designs and perfect his already perfect singing voice while hanging out every day with Mercedes and the girls. Just enjoying the good weather and the lack of homework…

It had been about two weeks ago when Burt had approached him and told him of the last minute trip.

"Well, I couldn't believe it. I mean, did you see what Ashley was wearing? I think it may have been a pant suit and-"

Kurt was laying down on his bed gossiping with Mercedes. Ashley was one of his dearest and closest friends but her fashion sense was horrendous. He and Mercedes had planned to help her get a new and more grown-up wardrobe that summer. And by the overprotection that girl had on her wardrobe…it would most likely be by brute force.

"Kurt, can I talk to you for a minute?"

His father had materialized in his doorway. He had been so caught up in his gossip that he hadn't even heard him open the door.

"Sorry, gotta go Mercedes I'll video chat you later, okay?"

He said a quick goodbye and hung up the cell phone.

"Something wrong, dad? Are you feeling like your blood pressure might be going up because I told you that bacon-"

"Is a heart attack waiting to happen, I know." He said, crossing the room to sit next to his son on the bed. He looked over at Kurt and right away he knew something was up.

Something was wrong, he was being way too serious.

"Dad…"

"Kurt, there was something that I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while now…and you know after everything that's happened this year and how worried I am about you."

"Dad, I can take care of myself."

"I'm not worried about that! It's just I'm worried about you, you've been shying away from people except for Mercedes really and I think that what this kid did is really getting to you."

"Dad, he's expelled. He is never going to bother me again."

"But he is still in this city! I don't want that bastard in the same state as you, let alone the same city!"

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is that, we are thinking that maybe you could visit your great aunt Connie over the summer…might do you some good to get away from…you know everything."

"You mean crazy aunt Connie? The aunt who lives a million miles away from decent civilization with only her odd collection of hundred year old books to keep her company?!" He demanded, his fist tightening on his silk comforter.

"So you have heard of her then? That's good because she invited you to help her catalog her things and to write her will. She's turning 78 this year and doesn't think that she could do it all herself."

"But, dad I have friends here and plans for the summer! This was supposed to be the best summer ever!"

He didn't care that he was whining and he didn't care how childish he sounded. He did not want to go and the fact that his father might end up making him…oh, it just brought out his inner diva [Well not so inner…].

"I don't feel safe with you here until we can get you into that boarding school next semester…I don't want you wandering around Lima when he could be anywhere just waiting to...I don't want you to get hurt and I think this is the only way to ensure that he won't be able to hurt you."

"But dad-"

"No buts, now start packing you are leaving in two weeks and I've managed to purchase two tickets so you get four bags instead of two since you'll be there the entire summer."

There had been arguments after that but Burt's decision was final. He was going to his great aunt's estate and there was nothing that he could do about it. He sighed and turned up the volume on his Gaga, at least she would be there for him. He just hoped that the 'charming' estate had electric plugs. His phone finally flashed with a new message, he quickly opened it.

Don't worry, boo it's only one summer I'm sure that you can survive. Even though you couldn't take your entire fabulous wardrobe with you…you will survive and we will text and call every day no matter how expensive the long distance bills are. Love you ;] –M

He smiled, at least he had Mercedes to talk to over the summer. With the activities planned that might just be the one thing that kept him sane over the course of the trip. Hopefully he'll be able to figure out the different time zones and that jazz. He hadn't bothered to research that but who knows his aunt might just have a book completely dedicated to time zones, for all he knew!

Love you too, 'cedes, I'll call you the second the plane touches down. My phone's acting all weird now so…Sorry in advance if I end up calling you at four a.m. Didn't figure out time zones yet.- K


The plane touched down at 7:00am and Kurt had not gotten one wink of sleep, as was to be expected. So he yawned as he dragged his carry-on off the plane and went to go get his suitcases. Luckily two of the cases had straps on the back so he could carry them slightly more easily with only two that had to drag on the ground.

The air port was disastrous, people rushing around trying to get to one flight or another. Kurt's bus would be waiting outside gate B in a little under an hour so he decided that he might as well get some food, while he was here. The bus would be stopping at regular intervals for washroom breaks but who knew when the next time he'd get food would be.

And he desperately needed coffee.

He fished for a couple dollars in his pockets and walked over to the counter to wait in line. He kept glancing back at his watch as the minutes ticked by. Were the baristas really that slow? He tapped his foot, annoying many people in that line. But they ignored him.

Finally, the last overweight traveler got his coffee and donut and Kurt was able to order.

"Hi, I'll take a large non-fat mocha latte and a plain bagel with butter," he said, dropping the two bags he was dragging on the ground.

"Sorry, ma'am," the guy behind the counter said. He looked up, his eyes widening. "Sorry, sir, sir…I meant sir!"

"Yeah, yeah my voice is really high pitch and I sound like a twelve year old girl. Can we get on with life, now?" He said, his feminine voice riddled with sarcasm.

"Oh, yeah right. Sir, we're out."

"Out of what? This is a food court, without food you'd just be a court."

"No I mean…that the latte machine is broken." He said, quickly looking a bit nervous. This guy looked like he hadn't slept for two days…the barista tended to watch way to many cliché movies and this guy looked like a butler and the butler was always the one murdering…without even getting blood stains on his tailcoat.

"Oh, okay then can I just get a plain black then?" Kurt asked, glancing up at the clock. He only had forty minutes and he hadn't even gotten his order yet. Plus, he had no idea where he was at the moment so as far as his luck normally goes, gate B could be at the other end of the entire building, for all he knew!

"Okay, one minute, sir."

He rushed back to quickly prepare the order himself. There were only two people on duty for the Starbucks that day and his partner had taken his break…three hours ago.

Kurt kept glancing up at the clock before looking down at his watch. It was so off! He started to reset it according to the time on the board, might as well do something useful while this clown…prepared the entire order by himself.

Wouldn't it make more sense to have more than one person on duty during the summer? Kurt thought. Honestly there must be a couple thousand people running around…and they all need caffeine…

"Here you go sir!" He said, dropping the order in front of him.

"Um, don't mean to be picky but this isn't a large." He said pointing to the coffee cup.

"We're out of larges, sir, it's been a real busy day."

"So what you're telling me is that after sitting on a plane for 19 hours next to a middle aged man who fell asleep on my shoulder for most of the ride and drooled on my brand new Marc Jacobs jacket, you expect me to be satisfied with a small! You said, you were out of large cups, could I not at least get a medium then?!" He demanded, his nails digging into the sleeves of said Marc Jacobs jacket.

"Yes, yes sir! One minute sir, no problem, I'll just dispose of this." He picked up the coffee cup like it was contaminated and dropped it into the garbage can below the counter, slowly as if to show them that the revolting cup was gone.

He ran back to the coffee machine and prepared Kurt's medium black faster than- as he would tell his friends later- anyone in the history of coffee.

He handed the cup back to the overtired teenager, who then smiled.

"Thank- you and FYI I can see the large coffee cups from here, I'll be getting in touch with the manager within days. Have a nice day!" He said, cheerfully.

The young employee looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head and he froze, his hands shaking. Oh, yes his boss was more scary than a murderous butler.

Kurt rearranged the bags on his arms so he could carry them along with his breakfast. He waved to the worker before setting off in search of gate B. He chuckled to himself, some people were just so gullible. The poor kid would be terrified for the entire day and then would most likely just get himself in trouble anyway when he would- without a doubt- try to figure out if Kurt had called in yet.

And hey, Kurt deserved a little fun when his entire summer vacation would be spent dusting countless books…


"And you did what?" Mercedes laughed, through the phone.

Kurt chuckled. "I swear that kid wet himself!"

He had managed to find Gate B and the bus stop where he would get on to reach his destination…turns out it was very close to the food court. Even still, the incident with the barista hadn't given him much time to reach the bus stop and in the end he had been there two minutes and the bus had shown up. Well at least he was on his way now and by the looks of it not many people were.

There was only ten people on a bus large enough to seat fifty. Kurt was pleased about this considering he had four bags. Three of those bags were under the bus, in the storage area. One bag and his carry on were up on the seat with him. He didn't trust the bus driver to handle his designer label clothes which had been neatly folded and kept in one suitcase. The others were full of things he had found in thrift stores and tailored himself. But he had spent a lot of money on his designer and no way was he not having them by his side at all times.

"Ooh, boo I swear one of these days your diva rants are going to get you in some trouble…but that's just awesome."

"I know right, but I'm going to have to let you go now. We're stopping for lunch in a little bit and I-"

"Wait lunch? It's already after dinner here!"

"Well now we've figured out the time zones then, I have to call you early in the morning or I will end up calling you at 4am."

She laughed. "Knowing you, you would do it on purpose and don't you dare try to deny it."

"Wasn't going to, say hello to everyone and tell them that I arrived in England in one piece."

"Alright, bye bye, love ya!"

"Love you too," he replied before pressing disconnect on the phone.

He sighed. Burt had better not give him trouble on the long distance…he was the one sending him out in the first place, right? He was the reason that he required long distance, in the first place!

Getting mad at his father for his unexpected trip was not going to help. He might as well, try to pass the time and since sleep was out of the question, he pulled out his copy of The Half- Blood Prince by the goddess JK Rowling. He soon disappeared into that magical world for the next little while until they ended up stopping for lunch, then back onto the stinking bus for another two hours.

Le sigh, Kurt thought to himself.


The bus had pulled to a stop, so quickly that Kurt was flung into the seat in front of him. He glanced out the window and saw that there was a bus station but nothing around it. There were trees and what looked like a path, a little bit down from the stop but…that was it.

The bus driver had gotten off and was at the storage under the bus. Kurt followed, swinging his carry-on over his shoulder as he did so. The bus driver had taken his bags and literally dumped them on the side of the road.

"Um, excuse me?"

The man looked up. He was an older man, with hair down to his waist that tied back in a braid. He shoved his glasses up his nose, while he examined the young man in front of him.

"This is your stop, right?"

"I believe so," Kurt said, "the Lowood estate is-"

"Down that path about a mile," he finished, pointing towards the thin dirt path.

"Of course it is," he muttered. "Well thank-you for the ride and how carefully you handled a paying customer's bags."

He roughly picked up his bags and arranged them so he could still walk while carrying them. He spun around and walked away in what could be described as a huff [If the bags didn't weigh about twice as he did and weighed him down…].

The driver muttered under his breath, something that sounded like, damn them city boys.

Kurt found that the path was very thin and that dragging his bags down said path would most likely take longer than he had hoped.

"This is going to be one loooooooong day," he said to no one in particular.