Blaine contemplated jumping overboard. The fact that he was in the middle of the ocean meant nothing to him; he was willing to swim any distance to get away from this boat. Reluctantly, Blaine unlatched the door and headed up the steps toward the front of the boat. Blaine rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the perfectly coiffed hair of Sebastian Smythe. Blaine cleared his throat in hopes of getting this awkward conversation over with. Sebastian slowly turned around and gave Blaine his signature smile that Blaine once found attractive.

"Why, hello there Blaine, I was wondering why it was taking you so long to see me. And I don't just mean these last few minutes," Sebastian winked. Blaine gagged a little.

"Hi Seb, thanks for helping me out," Blaine said through gritted teeth. "Now I'm just gonna go back down. Can't be noticed in public you know…" Blaine attempted to leave before a hand caught his arm.

"C'mon Blaine, are you really saying you don't want to talk to me?" Sebastian asked brazenly. Blaine's eyes looked toward the shore. He could totally swim that far. Sebastian's eyes followed Blaine's gaze before he let out a small laugh.

"I'd say go for it Anderson, but I'm pretty sure canaries can't swim," he grinned slyly. Blaine scowled back.

"God Seb, you too? I thought out of everyone you would believe me," Blaine said. Suddenly, Sebastian leaned in close and whispered hotly into Blaine's ear.

"Why?" he questioned, "Because of our past?" He took a step back and admired the shade of red Blaine's face had turned.

"If you mean the fact that you, Jesse, and I were practically brothers before my arrest then yeah," Blaine huffed. Sebastian's gaze hardened.

"You don't get to talk about the past like that," Sebastian snapped. "You were the one who got careless. You almost dragged both of us with you. Luckily Jesse is a fast thinker, the rest of The Resistance minus Schue wasn't so lucky. Whether we had ended up going to jail or not, you abandoned us Blaine."

"Because Jesse had nothing to do with my extra year in prison," Blaine muttered.

"No he didn't! He said he wasn't involved so I believe him," Sebastian said defensively.

"Well damn Seb, I didn't realize you were practically in love wit the guy now," Blaine shot back. Sebastian's eyes widened in amusement before settling back into a confident gaze.

"Blaine, you know Jesse and I are basically brothers. You, however, were always more than that." Sebastian strolled over and slowly placed his hands on Blaine's waist.

"Always," he repeated. Blaine wriggled out of Sebastian's grip before shooting back a reply.

"Well that makes one of us," he said icily. He knew it was harsh and maybe untrue, but the last person Blaine wanted back in his life was Smythe. Sebastian's eyes showed regret for a millisecond. It was barely there, but it didn't go unnoticed.

XXX

"Hey there!" a voice called behind Blaine. He turned to see a bright eyed boy the same age if not a little younger than him. His brown hair fell slightly in his eyes as he gave Blaine a megawatt smile. The boy was gorgeous, Blaine couldn't deny it, but, what really stuck him was confidence this boy exuded. It was like he had his finger on the pulse of this operation more than anyone.

"Hi," Blaine mumbled shyly. He already was making a fool of himself in front of this extremely attractive guy who probably had a hot French girlfriend waiting for him at the end of the day. She probably wore designer clothing and covered her silky blonde hair with a cute beret and…"

"So you have to be new, cause I find it hard to believe I could forget a face like yours," the mystery boy said sweetly.

Blaine's jaw dropped. Was this guy serious? Mystery guy gave him a small smile and then winked. Actually winked. At Blaine. Okay, so maybe this guy was serious.

"Well, yeah I'm the new guy I guess. My name's Blaine," he said tentatively. The stranger then stuck out his hand. Blaine grasped his hand and gave him a meek handshake.

"I'm Sebastian," the newly named boy said. "C'mon let me show you around, no one will mess with you if you stick with me." Blaine followed him, a small smile was on his face as he looked at the boy to his left. He would most definitely be sticking with him.

The first thing Sebastian Smythe did that day was introduce Blaine to Jesse St. James, Blaine's eventual second best friend and later enemy. The second thing that Sebastian did was ask Blaine out on a date, which Blaine quickly accepted. He never met someone who was so comfortable and confident with himself. Even Blaine, who was proud of who he was, would have never had the guts to do what Sebastian did. It impressed him, and it definitely was a factor in agreeing to their first date. And that date led to a second date which led to a third which led to Blaine's first real relationship.

It wasn't love, Blaine realized after almost seven months of dating. Sure Sebastian made him feel cherished and desired. There wasn't a day when Blaine didn't wake up to sweet kisses peppering his face and he loved it. He loved how Sebastian called him "Baby" and how he made Blaine shiver with just the touch of his hand. But he didn't love Sebastian. Blaine realized later it was because he was so alone when he first arrived, that he needed to feel wanted. But he didn't need that anymore; so he ended it. Sebastian didn't mind. In fact he seemed almost glad to move on. It was barely a week later until Blaine spotted a new boy on Sebastian's arm. The week after that it was a different boy. This pattern repeated itself like clockwork each week and with each new face, Blaine felt less like a person and more like a number.

XXX

Blaine stared at Sebastian, expecting him to deliver his hundredth apology and the thousandth reason as to why they should try again. Sebastian didn't disappoint.

"Blaine, I know I keep saying this but-"

"Save it Seb. Just get me to the hotel and neither of us have to see each other again okay?" Blaine turned from him and walked toward the back of the boat. Sebastian who had just taken the boat off of auto-pilot turned for a second, the regret in his eyes now replaced with the usual sarcastic glint.

"Alright, no need to get your feathers all ruffled," he said turning back to the controls. Blaine clenched his teeth.

"Seb, cut it out. I'm not doing this," Blaine spat.

"I don't see why you're denying this. Everyone else might be pissed, but I think it's all kinds of hot. The Warbler back again. I knew you hadn't gone straight. Well, I always knew you weren't straight in once sense." Sebastian chuckled as his own joke. Blaine was less amused.

"This is why I have to nail this guy, it's ruining my rebuilt reputation," Blaine stated. Sebastian merely responded with a sarcastic "kinky" and continued steering the boat. Blaine eye's wandered to the sky where he saw a small plane in the distance. There was the search party he guessed.

"Seb, I think that plane might me searching for me. I'm going down to change clothes. Slow the boat down a smidge and try not to act like a getaway driver okay?" Blaine disappeared into the room below.

"You mean I have to miss the show? Damn," Sebastian laughed casually as the plane flew directly over the boat. It kept on flying, moving on to the next watercraft in the ocean.

"Alright songbird, I think they've moved on and you've officially arrived at your destination. You sure you aren't going to be recognized with a pretty face like yours?" he called to Blaine. Blaine let out a muffled reply from below.

"I highly doubt anyone's going to recognize me in lime green swim trunks." And with a splash, Blaine jumped ship and swam toward the resort beaches of the Hotel de Vertaine.

XXX

The water quickly calmed Blaine down as he swan toward the shore, carrying his waterproof bag with him. He hated how Sebastian knew all of the right nerves to strike with him. Blaine kept swimming and attempted to erase the last half hour from his mind. It wasn't an easy feat. He reached the warm beaches of the resort and gazed upon the beach goers. Finding an open spot in the hot sand, he lay down and soaked up some sun while he waited for a phone call.

He barely closed his eyes when he was nudged in the side. Blaine's dark lashes flickered open and he observed a man staring at him impatiently.

"Yes?" Blaine questioned.

"Are you Monsieur Anderson?" the man asked.

"Indeed I am."

"Telephone for you Monsieur," the man said before walking back to his post. Blaine stood up, brushed the sand off of his side and allowed his eyes to follow the man in the much appreciated short swim trunks. Blaine suddenly remembered how much he loved the beach. Blaine wandered over to the telephone and held it up to his ear.

"Hello?" a voice asked, "Is this a Mr. Anderson?"

"Yes it is," Blaine answered.

"Oh okay good. I was worried I might have the wrong person and then I was going to have to call again and ask the same guy from before to find you and-" the man rambled.

"A nervous one," Blaine thought, "Great."

"Pardon me, but you are Mr. F. Hudson right?" Blaine inquired.

"Oh of course, sorry I forgot we've never met. Yeah, that's me. So, before we decide whether or not we want to do business together, why don't we figure out a place to meet? Maybe we can even have lunch. Ooh there's this traveling carnival that's currently located in Bellfontaine square. We could meet up there!" Hudson exclaimed. Blaine bit his tongue to hold back a scoff. How old was this guy? Eleven?

"Sure Mr. Hudson, that sounds fine. Bellfontaine square at ten a.m. tomorrow?" Blaine proposed.

"Yeah that works great. But wait, how will I know who you are?" Mr. Hudson asked.

"You mean you don't read the papers Mr. Hudson? You should be well acquainted with my face by now. Nevertheless, I'll be sporting a yellow bow-tie and playing with a deck of cards. Sound alright?"

"Yeah that sounds fine. See you then." The phone clicked and the line went dead. Blaine stepped away from the phone and went into the bathhouse to change, unaware that somebody else heard the entire conversation.

XXX

Meeting at a carnival, Blaine decided, was an incredibly stupid idea. The noise, the people, plus bow-ties were a common piece of attire. Just his luck. Hundreds of people flooded the square, playing midway games designed for idiot savants, riding rides, or simply enjoying the day. Blaine situated himself in the shopping district of the fair, right between the jewelry and exotic foods. He only hoped that Hudson would spot him in this madness. He mindlessly shuffled his deck of cards. Performing card tricks was just one of the many ways Blaine earned money when he first moved. The familiar weight of the cards as he played with them calmed him down as he waited for his meeting. During his fifth shuffle of the deck he heard a cough. Blaine looked up, and then looked up some more to see the person now standing in front of him.

He was tall. Blaine might have been at a height where he considered anyone taller than him as a tall person but, this guy was basically a giant. He was skinny too, his too-big suit hung awkwardly on him like a kid playing dress-up in his father's clothes. Blaine opted to overlook the eyesore of a tie the man was wearing and focused on his face instead. He was young, as Blaine suspected, no more than a year or two older than Blaine himself. This made Blaine nervous. A guy like this couldn't possibly have that much experience in the jewel business. But he was willing to trust Blaine, or at least give him a chance and Blaine was grateful for that. The man gave Blaine a half smile before speaking up.

"Mr. Anderson? I sure hope I'm talking to the right person," he stated as he scratched the back of his neck. Worry seeped through his words. Blaine smiled warmly.

"I am if you are a Mr. Hudson." Mr. Hudson held up a hand in response.

"Please Mr. Anderson, I feel weird when anyone calls me that. Please call me Finn," the man pleaded.

"Only if you call me Blaine," Blaine said. Finn's small smile grew into a genuine one. He happily held out his hand to shake, which Blaine accepted.

"Cool. Should we start walking? I've been meaning to check out this place for a couple of days. I thought maybe we could get to know each other a little as well. No place like a carnival to have fun right?" Finn said as they started walking past the brightly colored tents. Blaine only looked at him. Finn was puzzled.

"What's the problem Mr. Anders-err Blaine?" Finn quickly corrected himself. Blaine's compact figure tensed considerably at the mention of his name before answering.

"I'm sorry Finn, but if we want to discuss back story and motives we must do it somewhere a little more private than this. Don't want anyone to overhear us," Blaine spoke sharply. Finn cursed inwardly. He really needed to not screw this up.

"Okay sure, I understand. Ummm," Finn paused, lost in thought, before snapping back into reality. "I assume it'd be okay for me to speak about my reasons for wanting to help you at least?" Blaine nodded.

"Alright, awesome. So I'm fairly new to this kind of business," Finn began.

"So I gathered by your age," Blaine replied coolly. Finn swallowed audibly. It was clear he was walking on eggshells with this guy. He stopped walking and took in his surroundings to calm down. They had wandered into the gardens. Flowers, plants, and trees surrounded them, secluding them from possible prying eyes.

"Right erm, so I love where I work and I'm really good at my job. I know I might seem inexperienced, but I don't know. I'm just really good with people and they trust me to take care of their things." Finn stared at Blaine and prayed that he had been convincing enough. He had been. Blaine believed Finn's story. Blaine himself could confirm that Finn was good with people. Excluding a few awkward moments, Blaine felt that he could trust Finn. This was a big deal since he only truly trusted a grand total of three people in his life, two of which were his parents, and even then he wondered.

"Anyway," Finn continued, "Right after I nabbed a huge client for the company, this Warbler dude started robbing homes and causing havoc in the office. Most of my clients have had items stolen from them and now very few people are willing to do business with the company, including myself. I mean, we still have enough clients, otherwise I wouldn't be able to provide you a list, but I'd really like to catch this guy," Finn finished. They had begun walking again and ended up in the center of the square, vendors selling everything and anything surrounding them. Finn turned to look at Blaine. Finn noticed Blaine was focusing a steely-eyed gaze behind them. He then abruptly started walking deeper into the carnival at a quicker pace. Finn followed.

"So you can definitely give me a list?" Blaine questioned.

"Yeah, with about ten names or so. Will that work?" Blaine picked up his pace to a fast walk and made a sharp turn before responding.

"A list like that will be perfect. Now does your office know you are helping me out?" They had worked themselves to a small jog. Finn finally looked around to try to find the source of Blaine's odd behavior. It didn't take him long to spot two men following them at a similar pace. Oh. Finn then realized he hadn't answered Blaine yet.

"Well, not exactly," he said slowly. Blaine barked out a laugh. "But they do know I went to get outside help. They just don't know about you," Finn puffed. He and Blaine weaved through crowds as they tried to lose their pursuers.

"Alright Finn. You reeled me in like any other customer of yours. I would love to get that list from you as quickly as possible, but if you don't mind, under different circumstances. I'm not very keen on being followed. Where can I reach you?" Blaine panted.

"At the Hotel de Vertaine, room 381," Finn said through short breaths. He looked behind him again to see that they still had followers. They ran for a couple of minutes, dodging flower stands and food carts before Blaine responded.

"Alright Finn, I'll leave you a message tonight. Now if you'll excuse me," Blaine took off into a full sprint, leaving Finn to watch him and the two men fly past.

Blaine changed his mind about the carnival. Although it might have been a tad problematic to conduct business there, it was perfect for making a getaway. Blaine weaved through the crowds with ease and dashed toward the giant group of people gathered near the Ferris Wheel in hopes of losing the men in a large crowd. He kept running, not pausing to check whether or not he was still being followed. When he reached the near edge of the carnival, Blaine stopped to catch his breath. He leaned over, clutching his knees for support and took a couple of gulps of air. He stood up and saw the two men a mere twenty feet away. He ducked into the shadows, but it was too late, they spotted him. Blaine took off again, the men hot on his heels. He ran into the closest building he could reach: the hall of mirrors. Blaine blindly maneuvered his way through the dark mirrored hall, frantically attempting to find a way out. He heard the murmurs of the men behind him. He only had a few moments before they caught him. Blaine found a small nook between two mirrors and slipped inside. He waited until a small light appeared at the end of the mirrored hall, the light bouncing from panel to panel. Blaine held his breath. As they drew closer, Blaine grew surer that they would be able to spot his hiding place. Before Blaine knew it, they appeared right in front of him. The hairs on the back of Blaine's neck stood up as he felt the breath of one of the men on his face. Blaine shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable. It never came .The men pushed on through the maze, leaving Blaine in the dark. He counted the seconds, five…ten…fifteen…twenty… Almost a minute passed before Blaine decided it was safe enough to move. He slipped out of the crevice and made his way through the maze backwards, emerging at the entrance. He spotted the two men way out in the distance, looking utterly frustrated. Blaine smiled and walked in the opposite direction, whistling his favorite tune and becoming just another face in the crowd.

XXX

Blaine stood in front of his bathroom mirror the following afternoon, debating between gelling his curls or leaving them be. Blaine decided he was dressing to impress so he took a small dollop of gel and tamed his curls just a smidge. There was a small rap on the door just as Blaine reached for more product.

"Come in," Blaine stated. He turned back to the mirror to see Santana in the reflection, his gel in her hand. How she had managed to get it in the two seconds she was in the bathroom was beyond Blaine. He had quit trying to figure out Santana's ways years ago. He instead lived in a state of either perpetual amazement or annoyance. Whether Blaine was impressed or irritated never bothered Santana. She knew if he was miffed, it was because she was the only one who knew how to outsmart the Warbler.

"What are you doing with this?" Santana demanded. "I thought I threw all of this out last week!" Blaine gave a meek smile in response. Santana let out an exasperated huff before opening the bottle and emptying it in the sink and down the drain. Blaine rushed toward her in a frenzy but he only held an empty bottle in his hand.

"Santana!" he sputtered, "I just got that while I was in town! I can't convince Finn I'm capable of pulling this operation off if I look like a wild man!" The silence that followed was one of harsh judgment. Blaine bowed his head in defeat. Santana gave him a victorious grin.

"Blaine, you always look capable and professional, curls or no curls. Besides, this Hudson seems like he wouldn't know either way. I'm sure you can charm your way to that list. Anyway, I came up to let you know that the house is ready for company. Also, whenever Mr. Hudson decides to arrive, which I'm guessing will be tomorrow, I'll prep lunch." Blaine chuckled before turning around and capturing Santana in a friendly embrace.

"Have I told you today that I would be lost without you?" he asked teasingly.

"No, not today but you said it at least six times yesterday so I suppose I forgive you," she smiled before leaving this bathroom.

"I mean it Tana!" Blaine called out before facing his reflection again. He looked…good enough. He entered his room and looked out his window. He let his mind wander as he gazed at his coffee fields and thought of all the hard work that went into them. There was no way he was going to give all of this up without a fight. No way. Blaine saw a car pull up to the villa. He exited his room, traveled downstairs, and went into the foyer to greet his guest.

"Hello Mr. Hudson," Blaine said welcomely, "Thanks for agreeing to discuss further matters at my home. As you can probably guess, public places aren't the best for me right now." Finn nodded his head in understanding.

"No problem man, and don't forget, it's Finn not Mr. Hudson," Finn insisted.

"Alright Finn, lets go out on the patio for some drinks while we chat business. I've found that I'm much more convincing when everyone else is drunk," Blaine joked. Finn laughed and followed him outside. Finn stopped when he saw the view and let out a low whistle. Blaine may seem modest in person but his home certainly suggested otherwise. To Finn's surprise, a whistle similar to the one he had just emitted echoed back to him. He turned to the source of the noise and saw in an ornate cage, a yellow canary. Finn gave Blaine a wry grin.

"Don't you think that might be a little much?" he asked. He gazed at Blaine, who was in the process of opening a bottle of wine. Blaine looked up from his task and smirked.

"Don't worry, he hasn't flown out of that cage in years." Blaine opened the bottle with a loud pop and poured wine into two glasses. He handed one to Finn.

"Cheers," Blaine said as their glasses clinked together.

"So Finn, I couldn't help but notice you ogling at my villa earlier. I was wondering what you were expecting when you pulled up," Blaine stated slyly. Finn took a gulp of wine before responding.

"I dunno, I mean – I knew you wouldn't be living in a one room apartment, but it's just much more extravagant than I thought you would like." Blaine stared at him incredulously.

"I didn't steal all of those jewels just so I could stare at them all day. I hated being penniless. I sure as hell wasn't going to give the money I earned away," Blaine said, taking a sip of wine.

"Wow, okay. So you really did steal all of those jewels back then?" Finn asked. Blaine nodded.

"To be fair, I only stole from people who wouldn't have missed the money. But yes, I'm a former thief," Blaine shrugged nonchalantly. He glanced at Finn, only to see his staring uncomfortably at his shoes. Blaine looked at him curiously. Something was up.

"I told the police what we're up to," Finn finally blurted. Blaine took a second to calm down before responding.

"And what did they say?" he asked, eyes squeezed shut.

"They were actually supportive of the idea," Finn said excitingly. Blaine snorted.

"Trust me, they only hope that this way, they can catch me red-handed. Anyway, let's take our drinks to the table okay? I think lunch is almost ready." They wandered to the dining room and sat down. Finn's mouth watered as he stared at all of the food in front of him. A beautiful Latina came in with some form of stew. He eyed both the soup and the girl appreciatively before digging in. Blaine thanked the woman before eating his own meal.

"Just so you know, this entire meal is courtesy of Santana, my housekeeper, cook, and overall savior. The best food I can make is microwavable Easy Mac and a grilled cheese," Blaine joked.

"Are you kidding me Blaine? I just got the scorch marks off of the stove top from your last attempt at making a grilled cheese," Santana hollered from the kitchen. Blaine smiled into his stew.

"Well, everything is really good. Santana is an awesome cook, and she's not bad to look at either," Finn grinned.

"Yeah, Santana definitely has a knack for attracting attention… She once kicked a guy in the balls so hard he apparently blacked out for five days," Blaine said casually, eating another spoonful of soup. Finn paled considerably as Santana called out again.

"I'm still sticking to my story that he kicked himself in the balls!" Blaine chuckled before talking.

"So Finn, how about that list?" Finn reached into his breast pocket before hesitating.

"What's wrong?" Blaine questioned. Finn opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He finally spoke a few seconds later.

"It's just, how do I know you aren't really committing these crimes? I could get fired if you just take this list and steal more jewelry. I can't lose my job!"

Blaine sighed.

"Finn, in a way, you're a business man right?" Finn nodded. Blaine continued. "Okay, so on your trips, do you ever take the mini-shampoos in the hotel rooms?" Finn nodded again.

"Alright," Blaine stated, "You're a thief."

"But they expect you to take those!" Finn protested.

"True, but they still have to pay for more of the bottles right? And what about this lunch? Are you going to deduct it from your expense account?" Finn shook his head no. Blaine smiled.

"Then you're a thief."

"C'mon Blaine, you can't expect every man to deduct every little thing from their expense account." Blaine's gaze hardened.

"That's the difference between me and every other man Finn. When the hotel management discovers missing shampoo, they don't come after you. But, as soon as one piece of jewelry is taken, everyone shouts 'Blaine Anderson the Warbler.'" Blaine muttered bitterly.

Finn felt embarrassed that he was just as quick to judge Blaine as many others were. He removed a pale green paper from his pocket and wordlessly handed it to Blaine. Blaine took it gingerly. He scanned the list. Most of the people on it were of advanced age and most likely, unwilling to be interesting in receiving help from someone of Blaine's age. As he was about to give up, one name caught his attention.

"Who is this Miss…Berry?" Blaine inquired. Finn gave a small smile before answering.

"Her name is Rachel. She's this girl around our age. She's a former Broadway and movie star. Can you believe that? She's currently 'taking a break' from all of that and is visiting here for a couple of months. She's really nice and enthusiastic about everything. She may act like she doesn't care about money but, trust me, she's absolutely loaded and most of her money is spent on her jewelry," Finn finished in one breath. Blaine could easily tell Finn was already in love with this girl. It was going to be very awkward watching Finn interact with her. Nevertheless, this Rachel was his best bet at catching the new 'Warbler.'

"This Rachel, does she travel alone?" Blaine wondered aloud. Finn quickly answered for him.

"No, no. She travels everywhere with her best friend. A man named Kurt Hummel. Apparently he had a lot of success as a star as well. Except, Kurt doesn't show off his wealth nearly as much as Rachel does. They're really close though, like, joined at the hip." Blaine hummed in response. He cautiously asked the next question.

"So are these two…together?" Finn snorted.

"Oh god no. Mr. Hummel might be modest when it comes to money and jewels, but he dresses far too impeccably to be straight." Blaine quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, now I'm definitely interested in meeting these two. When can I see them?" Finn looked questioningly at Blaine's sudden eagerness before his eyes widened in understanding. He thought for a moment before clapping his hands together.

"I just remembered, I'm meeting both of them for dinner tonight at the Vertaine. Six p.m. I think. Do you want to join us?" Blaine smiled but shook his head no.

"I'd rather not join you for dinner; they can't exactly know who I am. But, I will see you tonight. Just don't search for me." They both stood up from the table and headed toward the front door.

"Thank you for helping me out Finn. I can't tell you how much this means to me. I'll see you tonight I suppose," Blaine said.

"Yeah, I guess so. And, don't mention it Blaine. Let's nab this guy okay?" Finn then left, closing the door behind him with a click. Blaine headed into the dining room where Santana was cleaning up.

"Hey Santana, where did you put my nicer suits? I'm going to need them for a couple of days."

Santana beamed at Blaine's excitement. Happy wasn't a word Santana would have used to describe him lately. These past few days had brightened his demeanor considerably and she had never been more grateful.

"I moved them into storage years ago, I'll go get them. Got to have you looking as dapper as possible right? Oh and Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm doing your hair for tonight."

Hello readers! Sorry this update took a while. School's been crazy and prom just happened and I had NO TIME to update. So thanks for bearing with me. This is the last of my pre-written chapters so now the updates are going to take longer. Plus I have about two weeks left of school and with finals and APs I don't know how much time I'll be able to write but then it will be summer! Anyhoo... Next up we meet Miss Berry and Mr. Hummel! I'm excited for them to meet Blaine. So that's it for now! Thanks for reading as always. Best Wishes, Vintage Vagabond.

P.S. Kudos to anyone who picked up on the 10 Things I Hate About You Reference

P.P.S. I don't own Glee, Blaine, Kurt, Santana etc. I also don't own any of To Catch A Thief (I remembered the disclaimer! :D)