"When I called you, I wasn't expecting you to bring her" Oliver said. He was standing arms crossed in the hospital lobby, giving Blaine and Santana an amused look.

"It's a pity you're not straight" she says seductively.

"You aren't either" Oliver reminds her.

"Whatever".

"I thought about calling Burt, but judging Kurt's reaction to Finn, I thought his dad would push him away even more. And Santana-".

"I'm what I like to call a bitch. And Kurt needs a case of tough love, which I will easily be able to serve, I have a plan" Santana said crossing her arms.

"What's your plan?" Blaine asks. Santana fiddles through her purse and pulls out a photo album.

"You own a photo album"? Blaine laughs, finding it hilarious.

"I'm a photographer" she says rolling her eyes. "But this is Britney's, she put together an album of New Directions from High School till now. I thought it could show him what he's been missing". Blaine is impressed.

"I'll lead the way" Oliver said. They weaved through hallways, past people being wheeled in stretchers and doctors who had their faces buried in charts, Blaine didn't know how his boyfriend did this everyday.

"He's in here" Oliver said pointing to the door they were currently standing in front of.

"I have to go check on some people, you have ten minutes" Oliver said rushing off towards a different hallway.

"I'll wait out here" Blaine said.

"I got this" she said reassuring pushing the door open.

Santana threw her keys drunkenly on the coffee table she got from the Salvation Army only a month ago and leaned against the wall smiling. Another successful Friday night. She didn't even remember the name of the club she went to, but it didn't matter, her body was buzzing from alcohol and adrenaline. Deciding to move to New York was the best decision she ever made, screw the modeling agencies that thought she was too exotic looking, or that her boobs were to big, classes didn't suck as much as she expected, and the people were amazing. And when she got homesick, all she had to do was call up Blaine, Kurt or Rachel Berry, as if she could ever be that desperate. She could vaguely hear her phone ringing from her purse, and she smiled hoping maybe one the girls she gave her number to were already calling her. She frowned when she saw Rachel's name, she never ever called Santana. There was that one time Senior Year when Santana had overslept and almost missed the bus to Regionals, and Rachel had called screaming at her, but otherwise, nothing. She could just ignore it, but talking to Rachel drunk sounded pretty amusing to Santana, so she clicked accept.

"H'llo Willow" she said, cracking herself up.

"Santana" Rachel's voice wasn't her usual I'm better than everyone except the president, and it wasn't her cheerful I love Finn Hudson voice either. It was sad, and scratchy, was she crying?

"Have you seen or heard from Kurt tonight"? Santana rolled her eyes, here he goes again. She loved Kurt she did, but he was doing this disappearance act all the time, wallowing in self-pity or whatever, she thought they were all used to this by now.

"No, he's probably taking an angsty stroll through Central Park or something" Santana said making her way to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"We-Blaine and I, we think he's gone" Rachel said, her voice squeaking a little as she said it.

"What do you mean gone? I'm sure he's fine, he's just being his dramatic own self". Rachel proceeded to tell Santana a series of things including his key being left at home, some stuff missing, but Santana was having trouble listening, between the alcohol and shock. Did Kurt really leave? It didn't sound like him, he wouldn't do that Blaine.

"Finn and his dad are flying now, and we spoke to the police but they can't do much for a runaway, he's an adult", Rachel's voice cracks again. Santana looks at the clock and realizes it's 3 am, Blaine and Rachel must have been dealing with this all night.

"How's Blaine?" Santana asks.

"Not good, I'll call you if we hear anything" Rachel said before hanging up. What a buzz-kill for the great night she had been having. Santana flopped into her bed, allowing herself to succumb to a drunken sleep. She woke up, realizing it wasn't a dream when she had 13 missed calls. A couple from Rachel, 5 from Britney, and some from Quinn and Puck. News must travel fast. Santana ignored the calls and went to take a shower. She allowed her thoughts to travel to the last time she had seen Kurt, three days ago. He had wanted to meet for coffee, which she thought was weird because he had been avoiding most people lately, but she agreed out of boredom. He spent most of the time asking about how she was doing, not seeming the least bit interested, but questioned none the less. She asked about him and he quickly changed the subject to Mercedes having a new boyfriend. Before he left he gave her a hug, and told her how proud he was of her for accepting herself. She had found Kurt's behavior odd, but not unlike Kurt to be dramatic. Thinking back now, he knew then he was leaving, and that was his goodbye to her. If she had been a better person, she would have realized that, she would have cared more that Kurt was acting strange, she could have done something to prevent it. And that thought would haunt her for the rest of her days.

"Santana"? Kurt said, very confused and slightly annoyed. Santana snapped out of her train of thought and realized she had been lingering in Kurt's doorway, staring at him. He looked practically the same, except for the sadness in his eyes; she hadn't seen like that since Sophomore year.

"Hello Porcelain" she said in only a way Santana could, she didn't allow herself to run over and hug him like she wanted to, she had a mission.

"How did you know I was here?", he asks, and she smiles because she can tell he was impressed.

"I know all" she says plopping down on the hard plastic chair beside the cot he was sitting it.

"You look good. A little bony, but good, glad to see you still know how to take care of your self" she said.

"You're boobs look bigger" he observes.

"Nah, you just haven't seen them in a while" Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Why are you here"?

"Curiosity, wanted to see what big things you were up to, since you were to busy to call anyone or anything" she said folding her arms.

"If you're here to yell-".

"No yelling. I mean what you did was pretty selfish, but so are a lot of the things I do, so I guess that makes you and me pretty similar".

"Wonderful" Kurt says looking down. Santana pulls the photo album out from underneath her jacket and tosses it on the bed. Kurt looks down at it, biting his lip.

"To show you what you missed out on" she explains. Kurt runs a finger down the binding but doesn't move to open it.

"What's the big deal, it's not like you missed us or anything", she says tauntingly. Kurt opens the book and stares down at the first page, the New Direction's Yearbook picture from Sophomore Year. He looks down at his baby face, and remembers that although for the first time he was feeling accepted, he was still insanely lonely. He flips the page to the next image from Junior year, the last meeting before summer break. Kurt's smile is irreplaceable; he had just come back from a coffee date with Blaine, where they told each other they loved one another for the first time. Kurt saw the happy, optimistic human being he used to be, and quickly flipped the page.

The next page had three pictures from graduation. The top one was of Britney and Santana, but in the background you could see Blaine and Kurt. They were leaning against a tree, their foreheads pressed together, and they had they goofiest smiles on their faces. The picture below it was of Britney and Kurt, and the one below that was of all New Directions and . He had been so filled with dreams then, dreams that were silly and unnecessary.

The next photo was from the summer before they left for school, Rachel had thrown a big Bon Voyage party for herself Kurt and Blaine, and it was the last time New Directions were all together. Mercedes was clutching Kurt for dear life, both their eyes swollen. He looks around at his old friend's faces and realizes that everyone had been crying a little but he hadn't noticed that at the time.

Kurt's heart sinks when he see's the next photo. It was from right before he spiraled into depression. Britney had came to visit, and Kurt had thrown a dinner party, and Rachel, Santana and Blaine were all there. Kurt remembered how grown up he felt setting the table Blaine's parents had bought them. He was sad at this point, but thankful he still had these wonderful people in his life. This was the last picture all of them took at the same time.

The next image is of New Direction's, missing one person, him.

"That was Christmas Break Freshman year, Finn and Burt came home for the Holidays. They both moved to New York, after well you know" Santana explains. Kurt recognizes that they are all in Rachel's basement. Blaine is there, but his eyes seem vacant. Everyone else is smiling, but their normal pizzazz is missing.

"We spent the whole time wondering where you were, it was a buzz kill" she says. Kurt meets Santana's eyes for a moment, and doesn't miss the sadness she is trying to hide. Kurt flips page after page, most are New Direction's reunions. One from the summer after Freshman year, missing Finn, who apparently stayed in the city for the summer with Burt. Image after image and the group seemed get happier and happier, but Kurt couldn't deny there was something missing. Kurt's eyes widen at the next picture.

"Mike and Tina got married?" he exclaims, and Santana laughs.

"I thought Britney told you. Summer before Sophomore year, they only did it so they're parents would let them live together". Kurt smiles at how beautiful Tina looked in her dress. Everyone from New Directions was surrounding her; they all seemed the happiest out of all the pictures.

"We didn't sing to her, we decided it wasn't right". Kurt doesn't have to ask her what she meant, he knew she meant because he wasn't there. The rest of the pictures are all the same, dinners at Breadsticks, and parties, people started to go missing more and more. Santana had explained where everyone was whether it had been internships, summer classes, vacations with a loved one. Kurt smiled at the picture of Britney holding a little baby, Mike and Tina standing beside her.

"They had the baby at the beginning of Senior year, before Britney moved out here with me. She's a cutie, and that says a lot coming from me, babies are sticky" Santana said. The next picture is from Blaine's graduation from NYU. He's wearing his cap and gown, surrounded by Rachel, Finn, Britney, Santana, and right beside him was, was that his really cute doctor? Kurt looks up and Santana nods knowing.

"Oliver. They met before we all graduated. He's a looker, but kind of boring" Santana says. The next picture is of Rachel's graduation, and he smiles when he see's his father and Carole standing beside her with Britney, Finn and Blaine.

"I took that picture, Britney dragged me there. That was the first time you're dad came to the city since he moved back home". Kurt feels his heart break a little, his father moved to try to find him. The next picture is of Finn and Santana's graduation; Kurt realized that Finn must have transferred there.

"Quinn is married too"? Kurt asks when he's see's the next picture. It's like Tina and Mike's wedding picture, expect at a much fancier place, he doesn't recognize the groom, and Blaine isn't there.

"Pastor Rick, I know how ironic. Blaine stopped talking to everyone by this point. Well he still talks to us NYC people, but otherwise, he doesn't go to see other new Direction's people besides Mercedes once and a while". Kurt wonders how Mercedes is, but doesn't bother to ask. The last picture in the album is of what he assumes to be Quinn's baby shower. She is surrounded by all New Directions people, besides Blaine, and positively glowing, her little pregnant belly covered in bows. Kurt thought it was amusing that Rachel had been there, but a lot of things obviously changed, life had moved on, just like he had hoped. He closed the book and handed it back to Santana.

"It took us a while to move on. Maybe some us haven't but we are able to pretend we are. We can all live without you Kurt, but you're dad, he can't. You've proven to be heartless, but I know you, you're not that heartless. See your dad Kurt, I don't care if I never see you again, as long as you see your dad" she gives him a stern look.

"I can't", his voice low, Santana lets out a breath.

"I guess you and me are exactly the same then", he knows she doesn't mean it as a compliment. Just then Oliver opens the door.

"Ready to get out of here" he asks, and Kurt nods his head enthusiastically. Santana gets up to leave, and against Kurt's better judgment he calls out to her.

"Wait for me?" He asks, and she nods her head, biting down hard to prevent herself from smiling. Oliver steps up and hands Kurt his discharge papers.

"You know I think you breached some sort of patient doctor confidentiality code", Kurt said, a smile tugging on his face.

"I'm technically not a doctor yet, almost though". Kurt quickly signs the forms, and Oliver clears Kurt. They speak no more then they have to, Kurt notices the tense looks Oliver gives him and he wonders if Kurt being back threatens him. Kurt steps out of his room and see's Santana still waiting for him, Blaine beside her. His heart does that weird triple beat it did the first time he saw Blaine, but it didn't startle him as much. Blaine smiles a little at him before going off to follow Oliver down a hallway, Kurt trying to take the image out of his head of them kissing in a nurse's station.

"So" Santana says, her voice intrigued.

"My boyfriend is out of town for the week, and my apartment is lonely and I-"

"You can stay with me" she says, internally doing a victory dance.

"Can you please not tell anyone" his eyes begging.

"Yeah, but you'll have to explain that one to Britney" she said. They walk down the hospital hallway side-by-side and silent. So Kurt wasn't ready to see anyone else, him being in her apartment for the week was just where she wanted him, it was a start.