"That meal was wonderful."

"I know. And that raspberry chutney on the fish…that's the kind of thing they don't have back in Connecticut."

"I know," Kurt chuckled as he walked down the street with Blaine, fingers curled together until two hands were one. "I don't think I'd ever have left if they could recreate dishes like that."

"And they have crepes for breakfast."

"Ugh. No more talk of food." Kurt nodded to himself as he breathed in the clean air. He looked up at the clouds. "Think it's gonna rain? Should we stop for an umbrella? This is a new Peritoni jacket and I don't want to get it wet."

"Might be a good idea, yeah," Blaine said. "I'm not sure how far this place is."

"Well," Kurt said as they started walking in an erratic pattern, to avoid the homeless, "wherever this place is, I hope it's in a better neighborhood than this one."

"Emma said to trust her. That it would be worth it."

"Well, if you can't trust concierge staff, who can you trust?" Kurt said as the rain began to pour.

"Ooh, let's get under the cover here," Blaine yelled as the wind started up slightly. He felt Kurt snuggle into him under the tiny striped canopy of the closed candy shop.

Kurt looked around at the rain. "Maybe we should head back for the hotel?"

"No, look, we're almost there. Do you see it?"

"See what?" Kurt followed Blaine's pointing hand with his gaze. He was pointing to a neon orange sign in the sky that looked very much like the word Kodi's.

In the velvet darkness of the blackest night

Burning bright, there's a guiding star

No matter what or who you are.

"Well, we're almost there. If we rush, we might make it before we get soaked to the bone."

Blaine felt Kurt jump as a motorcycle engine roared to life the next block over. "It's okay," he chuckled, "I'll protect you."

There's a light over at the Frankenstein Place

There's a light burning in the fireplace

There's a light, light in the darkness of everybody's life.

"My hero," Kurt feigned as he used the coupon guide to protect his here. "Come on, handsome. Let's get to this club."

The neon orange sign for Kodi's beckoned them closer and closer with each step. Inside the sign, on the upper levels of the club, Miss Mercedes girls' got ready for their private performances.

Tina Cohen-Chang sat at her mirror, adjusting garters over a short black silk skirt and ruffled black silk shirt. She adjusted a small gold hat on her head and began to check her blush in the mirror. Behind her, Miss Mercedes Jones watched on in approval at her and Quinn Fabray, the only two in this particular dressing room. They were her top earners after all.

The darkness must go down the river of nights dreaming

Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming

Into my life, into my life

Sugar saw the couple as they began to come up the drive. Usually, townsfolk would come in a cab at night, so Sugar knew that one of Dave's contacts had lead them here or that they had found the place by chance. Either way, she smiled at them from afar as they walked swiftly in the rain.

There's a light over at the Frankenstein Place

There's a light burning in the fireplace

There's a light, light in the darkness of everybody's life.