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Chapter 3

"Kurt," Santana called, "come zip me up."

Finding the Latina, Kurt stood behind her and zipped up the short sparkly red dress she was wearing.

"Wow," Kurt commented unable to stop himself from admiring the girl's breasts. "This dress makes you look like you had a second boob-job."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point," Santana remarked. "But how does it make my ass look?"

"Butt-like," Kurt shrugged.

"You know what, just nod your head to confirm that I look hot," Santana instructed him. "Nod," she insisted when he failed to do so.

"You look hot," Kurt told her. "Guys and girls alike will drool over you."

"Perfect," Santana smiled triumphantly before deciding to apply another layer of lip-gloss. "So, what are you wearing?" she asked knowing Kurt couldn't possibly intend to go to the reunion in the baggy top and printed yoga pants he was currently dressed in.

"I still haven't decided," Kurt admitted with a note of desperation in his voice. "Can you help me find something?"

"Sure," Santana agreed following Kurt to his old bedroom. "As always, Auntie Tana is here to save the day."

Kurt had his clothes spread out across his bed and Santana looked through all the items so she could help her friend piece together a knock-out outfit.

While Santana narrowed it down to three different ensembles, Kurt absentmindedly opened his old bedroom wardrobe. There were a few old pieces of clothing hanging up as well as an array of odd shoes and boots cluttered at the bottom of the wardrobe. He pushed aside a few ugly sweaters he was now deeply ashamed for ever wearing along with his old Cheerio outfit and a few flannel shirts. His heart then caught in his throat when his eyes landed on a final item of clothing hanging hidden in the very back of the dark wardrobe.

"Stepping back in the closet, Hummel?" Santana teased chortling at her own joke. "Kurt?" she asked when he didn't respond.

Joining him by the wardrobe, Santana peered in to see what could have possibly silenced her best friend. Her eyes then landed on a McKinley High letterman jacket hanging up in the wardrobe. Puck's letterman jacket.

"I forgot I had it," Kurt said, his voice almost a whisper as he reached out to touch the sleeve. "How could I forget?" he asked almost sounding betrayed.

"It was a long time ago," Santana told him. "And its just a jacket."

"No it isn't," Kurt argued. "It's his jacket, Noah's. The night before graduation," Kurt recalled, "everyone in Glee went for dinner at Breadsticks. Then we all went back to Rachel's to sing on stage in her basement. Noah walked me home that night and I was cold so… so he gave me his jacket. Then the next day was graduation and that was when…" he trailed off.

"When you broke up," Santana said softly even though the teenage Santana would have bluntly stated that Puck had dumped Kurt's ass.

"I cried all night wrapped up in that stupid jacket," Kurt admitted. "It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and thrown on a barbecue to burn."

"Mangled barbecue heart, tasty," Santana commented turning to sarcasm as she often did when conversations became too emotional.

"Was it silly to think Puck and I would last forever?" Kurt asked as he removed the jacket from its hanger and draped it over his shoulders.

"No," Santana answered him. "It was just… teenager," she told him. "Teenager and High School. When we were younger, older people always told us that our feelings weren't real and that not every situation was life and death. They told us that we'd grow up, look back on our teenage years and laugh about how we obsessed and worried so much about things that didn't really matter. But the thing is… it did matter and at the time we experienced those things it was life and death and our feelings were real. Older people, they forget what its like to be a teenager, they forget how difficult it is. You can walk down a school corridor and feel like everybody is staring at you, judging you, just waiting for an excuse to bully you or mock you. Or you can walk down a hallway and feel like you're invisible, like nobody notices you exist. And one kiss from a guy or a girl can make you dizzy and weak in the knees and everything inside you screams that it must be love. As teenagers, we do sometimes think it'll be us and our High School sweethearts forever. And it is, even if you don't marry them or even see them again. We get older, we change and we move on. But there are some things and some people that we don't forget. Or the feelings that went along with those experiences. Brittany was my first girlfriend and my first love. My getting older isn't going to change that. That is and always will be true and in that sense it will always be forever. Just like you and Puck."

Santana moved up behind Kurt and hugged him, her chin resting on his shoulder. He leaned his head against hers and quietly enjoyed the embrace.

"Five years," Kurt commented as he slipped off the letterman jacket and held it in front of him. "It didn't really feel like that long a time… until now. I forgot I had his jacket in my closet. What else did I forget? What did he forget?"

"Whatever you forgot," Santana said, "or whatever Puck forgot, it'll all come back when you see each other tonight. And we need to be leaving pretty soon so hurry up and pick an outfit."

Kurt carefully hung the letterman jacket back inside his closet before turning back to the bed. He moved to pick up the middle outfit Santana had arranged for him.

"No, no, not that one," Santana objected. "Choose that one," she told him pointing to the outfit on the left.

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Together, Kurt and Santana walked up to the entrance doors of McKinley High School, Finn striding a few steps behind them.

"It looks so small," Santana commented as they stepped inside and began to walk through the corridors for the first time in five years. "And is it just me or does it smell funny?"

"It's not just you," Kurt answered scrunching his nose up slightly.

"Hey, check it out," Finn said indicating a photo of their old Glee Club that hung on the wall. "This is the year we won."

"Wow," Kurt commented as he looked the photo over. "All these years and nobody's defaced it."

"I miss my long hair," Santana sighed wistfully running a hand through her shoulder-length style while looking upon her teenage image. "I think I'm gonna re-grow it… or just get some hair extensions."

They continued on down the hallway, reliving a few old school memories.

"This is where Quinn and I had a bitch fight," Santana reminisced. "Damn, that girl knew how to slap."

"My old locker," Kurt smiled walking up to the metal cabinet and placing his hand on the metal. "2-4-1-2-9," he recited the old combination. "I wonder who you belong to now."

Threading his fingers with Santana's, Kurt led the way through their old school with Finn bringing up the rear.

"Remember that food-fight in the cafeteria?" Finn asked.

"What about Kurt's bad-ass idea to sing in the library?" Santana mocked.

"Huh, the auditorium," Kurt gushed dropping Santana's hand and poking his head inside the door to look at the old school stage.

Santana pushed past him to step fully into the auditorium and the two males soon followed her.

"Wow," Santana remarked twirling about and admiring the large room from every angle. "Do you guys feel that?" she asked showing them the goose-bumps on her arms. "The energy in here, the memories, the nostalgia it's just… just…" she couldn't find the words to describe it but Kurt and Finn felt it too.

"So, little brother, how does being back here compare to those big Broadway stages?" Finn asked.

"Being on Broadway is amazing," Kurt told them. "But this stage, this stage is where it all began. This auditorium and this stage bore witness to the performance that got me accepted to NYADA. And on the big Broadway stages I'm not being Kurt Hummel, I'm playing a character. But I was always Kurt Hummel in here. You guys, the choir room and this stage all taught me to love and accept myself. I never would have made it to Broadway without this little beauty."

"Oh, we totally have to visit the choir room," Santana insisted. "And not just us. Everyone from the New Directions. We should go together."

"Yeah, totally," Finn agreed.

"Do you think everyone from Glee will show up?" Kurt asked.

"Only one way to find out," Finn answered making for the auditorium exit.

Looking to each other, Kurt and Santana giggled nervously before holding hands and hurrying after Finn to make their way to the gymnasium where the reunion was being held.

"Here we are," Finn announced as the three of them came to stand outside the doors to the gym. He pulled the door open and permitted Santana and Kurt to step through before him. "Hey, Will," Finn called out and the older man turned to him with a smile.

Wearing one of his trade-mark sweater-vests with a pair of jeans, Will made his way over to meet Finn in a hug.

"Wanky," Santana whispered to Kurt making him roll his eyes.

"Santana," Will greeted, "you look great."

"Just great?" Santana asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Incredible, amazing," Will offered.

"Much better, thank you," Santana replied presenting him with a genuine smile as she hugged him.

"And Kurt," Will gushed hugging his former pupil tight. "You made it, I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks," Kurt replied bashfully.

"Hey Sand-bags, Porcelain, get over here!" Sue commanded.

"Coach Sue," Santana called happily practically skipping over to the Cheerleading Coach for a hug.

"Don't make me tell you again, Porcelain," Sue warned, "get over here."

Excusing himself from Finn and Will, Kurt made his way over to join Santana and Sue. Dressed in her red tracksuit, Sue pulled Kurt into such a tight hug it felt like he was suffocating.

"Oh you kids," Sue commented releasing her vice-like grip on Kurt and settling for draping one arm over Kurt's shoulder and one over Santana's. "You two are living proof that Macaroni-hair Will Schuester is not a complete failure as an educator. While I still find your passion for singing and dancing to be abhorrent and nauseating," she said to Kurt, "I have to admit that you are a loser-turned-winner success story. And I like winners. And as for you," she directed at Santana, "well, I think with out a doubt that your success is down to me. Your magazine articles are poisonous, biting and vindictive," she complimented. "There is no way you learned any of that from Butt-chin. Congratulations, kids," she said to both of them, "you're both outstanding."

"And that's how Sue sees it," Kurt and Santana quoted together once the Cheerleading Coach had walked away.

"Come on," Santana said leading Kurt over to the food and drinks table. "Let's get a drink and then find people. And by that I mean the kind that are worth talking to."

They each poured themselves a cup of punch, Finn rejoining them and loading up a plate of snacks for himself.

"Honestly, Finn," Kurt sighed looking at his step-brother in disgust. "How many times do I have to tell you to chew with your mouth closed?"

"Oh white boy, you're fighting a losing battle there," a voice said from behind and Kurt whirled round to see his old friend Mercedes.

"'Cedes!" Kurt yelled excitedly throwing his arms around her. "Oh, girl, you look incredible," he told her.

Over the years, Mercedes had lost a fair bit of weight. She looked a good deal healthier with beautiful curves and her smile was still incredibly infectious.

"Mercedes, you look hot," Santana said honestly hugging the girl.

"You too," Mercedes replied. "I like the new hair. So… what are you guys doing? Who are you dating? Tell me, tell me."

"Well, I'm actually working on Broadway," Kurt said sounding uncharacteristically shy.

"Oh, boy, I know that," Mercedes laughed. "In fact, my beau proposed to me at one of your shows."

"You're engaged?" Santana asked.

"Married actually," Mercedes told them brandishing her hand to show them the rings. "My hubby, Lucas, proposed, I accepted then we got married two nights later in Las Vegas."

"You had a Vegas wedding," Santana commented completely shocked and Mercedes just shrugged.

"Yeah, my parents weren't too impressed about it," she laughed. "It was wild and reckless without any real guests; just two random witnesses we pulled in off the street. But I love Lucas and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Congratulations," Kurt told her hugging her again. "So, what's he like, is he here tonight?"

"No, he's at home with the kids," Mercedes answered.

"Kids?" Kurt, Santana and Finn repeated together.

"Yeah, we have two," Mercedes nodded slipping a photo of them out of her purse. "That's Whitney," she pointed to the little girl in the photo. "She'll be three next month. And that's our boy, Kurt," she pointed to the little boy, "he's eighteen months."

"You named your son after me?" Kurt asked placing his hand over his heart while Santana pretended to vomit.

"Of course I did," Mercedes smiled. "And if I'm lucky he'll turn out to be just as fabulous and talented as you."

"This is so weird," Finn commented. "Mercedes Jones is married with kids."

"It's Mercedes George now," she informed him and the taller teen burst out laughing. "What?"

"Your last name is George?" Finn asked and Mercedes nodded, Santana and Kurt looking on in confusion. "So your husband is Lucas George?"

"Yeah, so?" Mercedes questioned.

"So his name backwards would be George Lucas," Finn laughed.

"I don't get it," Mercedes said.

"Whatever, so what are you doing now?" Santana asked her.

"I'm a secretary," Mercedes told them. "And Lucas is a fitness instructor at a gym so I get free membership."

"Hence the weight-loss," Finn acknowledged, Kurt elbowing him in the ribs. "Ow."

"So what are you two doing?" Mercedes asked looking between Santana and Finn.

"I'm a teacher at Dalton," Finn grinned. "I'm the Sports Coach and Glee Director."

"That's really amazing, Finn," Mercedes complimented. "Santana?"

"I'm a journalist," Santana answered with a shrug.

"And she teaches dance to children," Kurt added.

"What about your love lives?" Mercedes asked nosily. "Is there some hot hunk you've been hiding away? And did you and Rachel stay together?"

"We're all single," Santana supplied, "don't rub it in or I will have to go all Lima Heights on your Aretha Franklin ass."

"Oh please, you couldn't take me in a fight and you know it," Mercedes retorted.

"I've really missed you," Santana replied sharing another hug with Mercedes.

The four of them stood happily chatting for a while. A few people approached them, mainly former jocks who had bullied them all at one time or another, though they had bullied Kurt in particular. Some of them hadn't changed very much from their High School days while others had clearly matured some what. But Kurt was not in a forgiving mood. He set his jaw tight and fixed a steely glare, not bothering to be polite and make conversation with them. For her part, Mercedes offered a false 'nice to see you' before opting to just ignore them. Finn exchanged a few words, mostly football talk, before Santana went in to bitch mode and scared them away.

"What's going on?" Finn queried noticing some kind of commotion by the entrance doors of the gym.

Excited talk broke out and more people seemed to gather around the gym doors. Curious, the group of four looked on trying to see what all the fuss was about.

"Finn, can you see anything?" Santana asked since he was considerably taller than her.

"It's Quinn," Finn realised and the crowd slowly parted to make way for Quinn Fabray.

"Urgh, I hate her," Santana sniped under her breath.

"You do not," Kurt told her.

"Do too," she insisted. "I mean look at her. What are those losers getting so excited about? She's no different to any other stuck-up blonde bimbo. And that dress makes her look fat and masculine. She's just white trash. I'm not even going to talk to her."

Kurt just rolled his eyes knowing Santana didn't mean a single word she said, Finn stuffed more chips in his mouth and Mercedes watched Quinn's progression through the gymnasium. Due to her T.V fame, many of their former classmates were fascinated by Quinn and eager to talk to her. She smiled graciously as she shook hands with people or exchanged hugs and politely stopped to sign autographs and take photos.

Quinn was surrounded by former classmates and their significant others for ten minutes before William Schuester forced his way to her, taking her hand and leading her away from the swarm of fans.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Quinn said appreciatively. "It's so good to see you."

"It's great to see you," Will told her looking her over. "You look fantastic. Come on, I think there's a few people around here you might actually want to talk to."

He led her towards Sue and the Coach talked extensively with her former Cheerio about her T.V series.

"Obviously you were inspired to base your portrayal of Dianna on one Sue Sylvester," Sue remarked. "And I can't thank you enough, kid. Of course, you don't have my bone structure."

"I have to say I loved the musical episode you did," Will commented. "Your voice has really developed. It's nice to know that you carried on singing after Glee Club. And your co-stars, they all have great voices too."

"Yeah, they're a talented bunch," Quinn nodded. "Some of them were even in Glee Clubs themselves when they were at school."

"That's wonderful," Will said at the same time as Sue claimed, "That's nauseating."

"Now Q," Sue said, "I know you'd love nothing better than to hang around me all night. But we can't be selfish. I have to talk to all the other students who adored me too. And I can't possibly leave you in the company of William; that would just be evil. Why don't you go and talk to some of your old friends over there," she pointed over to Kurt, Santana, Mercedes and Finn.

"It was lovely seeing you both," Quinn smiled. "I'll come and talk to you again later."

"Definitely," Will grinned lightly squeezing her shoulder and winking at her.

"Inappropriate," Sue commented leading Will away.

Turning on her heel, Quinn made her way towards the other side of the gym. She was interrupted a few times along the way. She forced smiles, said hello's and made polite excuses before joining some of her former Glee Club members.

"Hey," Quinn smiled.

"Hey Quinn," Finn said through a mouthful of cake, crumbs flying out of his mouth and hitting her face. "Oops, s'rry," he apologised spraying more food in her face. He handed her a napkin and she wiped her face while he swallowed down his mouthful. "So, how are you? You look awesome."

"Thanks, you too," Quinn complimented eyeing him up. "Is that a six-pack, Finn Hudson?"

"Oh yeah," Finn boasted proudly as he lifted his shirt to show off his toned body.

"You look hot," Quinn told him. "Really hot. Mercedes, you're beautiful," she said pulling the dark-skinned girl in for a hug. "Santana, you look incredible. I love your dress."

"You too, you look so amazing," Santana replied. "And Quinn, seriously, I'm so proud of you. Your T.V show is brilliant, I watch every episode and I love being able to see you on T.V every week."

"Didn't you just say Quinn was white trash and you weren't going to talk to her?" Mercedes asked pointedly as the other two girls hugged.

"What, you said that?" Quinn asked breaking the hug.

"Of course I did," Santana admitted openly. "But I didn't mean it. I love you, even if I am insanely jealous of your glamorous lifestyle you lucky bitch."

"Aside from the hair, you haven't really changed much have you?" Quinn asked affectionately.

"Why would I change?" Santana asked. "I'm awesome."

"I've missed you," Quinn said hugging Santana again before turning to Kurt. "Oh Kurt, you are so amazing on Broadway," she gushed.

"You've seen me perform?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"Several times," Quinn answered.

"Thank you, that's… that really means a lot to me," Kurt told her hugging her tight.

"Hey, I never miss an opening night," Santana pointed out. "I think you're amazing on Broadway too."

Kurt just pulled her into the hug and Mercedes and Finn soon joined in.

"Eliminate Kurt from this hug and this is like one of my school-boy fantasies," Finn commented.

"Eww," Santana grimaced forcing Finn out of the hug.

"Tell me; is it true that you were dating John Mayer?" Mercedes asked nosily seemingly unable to restrain herself.

"Of course not," Santana answered on Quinn's behalf. "Mayer's totally old. What is he now, like 150? No way was she dating him… right?"

"Right," Quinn confirmed. "I met him at an award ceremony once, said a quick hello, a photo was taken and rumours were created as they often are."

"What about you and that Twilight Edward Cullen guy?" Finn asked.

"Rumour," Quinn answered.

"You and the Harry Potter dude?" Mercedes asked.

"Rumour," Quinn answered.

"You and David Boreanaz?" Santana asked and Quinn came over all shy. "Oh, wanky," she commented guessing that that one was true.

"We were really drunk," Quinn excused. "And I guess I was just living out an old school-girl fantasy."

"How was he?" Mercedes asked eagerly.

"Well, it's true what they say about an older man," Quinn said. "So much more experienced."

"Ok, come on, more dirty details," Santana encouraged. "Which celebs have you done the nasty with? Come on, Quinn, name them and shame them. And then give me permission to write about it in my next magazine article?" she asked batting her eyelashes.

"No," Quinn responded firmly in regards to the article. "But as we're all friends here I guess I can reveal a few names."

The others all leaned forwards expectantly to hear which celebrities Quinn had slept with.

"Justin Timberlake," she confirmed and Kurt and Mercedes screamed excitedly. "And did you guys see the episode of 'Dirty Dianna' that guest-starred Ryan Gosling?"

"Oh my god you didn't?" Kurt exclaimed and Quinn just nodded. "You slept with Ryan Gosling?" he asked in a shrill whisper.

"On one of the sets," Quinn confessed and Santana looked highly impressed. "We nearly got caught by one of the camera-men."

"Quinn Fabray, you dirty bitch," Santana complimented. "Who else?"

"The most recent actor to play Doctor Who," Quinn confided.

"What? That guy's like eighteen," Mercedes replied in shock.

"He's nineteen actually," Quinn told them. "And I know he's too young but… he's just too gorgeous and charming to resist a night of passion with. And I love the British accent."

"The British accent is really sexy," Kurt agreed.

"Then why won't you date Adam?" Santana quizzed him.

"Who's Adam?" Mercedes and Quinn asked together.

"He's just a friend," Kurt told them. "We met at NYADA. He's my director actually. We had a few coffee dates in college but it just didn't happen romantically. We're friends and I am very comfortable with that friendship," he said pointedly to Santana. "Anyway, Quinn, it may interest you to know that our very own Mercedes Jones is now Mrs Mercedes George, along with two kids I might add."

Quinn instantly fell in to conversation with Mercedes about her family. She squealed in delight over the ring on Mercedes' finger and cooed over the photo of her children.

"Hey look," Finn said pointing to the figure that had just entered through the double doors. "It's Tina… and some guy."

Hand-in-hand, Kurt and Mercedes rushed over to her, Quinn and Santana following after them. Finn stared longingly at all the food looking reluctant to leave. He grabbed another handful of chips before making his way to find the others.

"Your hair looks amazing," Kurt praised.

"Thanks," Tina replied, "I'm actually a make-up and hair-stylist now. I do a lot of Proms and Weddings. I've even done the hair and make-up for a couple of indie movies. Artie hired me," she revealed, "he's a film director. Hey Finn," she greeted.

"Hey Tina," Finn replied. "And… err, um…" he just stared dumbly at the sandy-haired boy who had his arm wrapped around Tina.

"Finn, this is my boyfriend Kyle," Tina introduced and the two of them shook hands, Kyle speaking in what Finn took to be an Australian accent. "So, what's your story Finn?" she asked having already learned what the others were doing in terms of employment and how their relationship status stood.

"I'm a teacher at Dalton Academy," he told her.

"Oh that's so cool, Kyle's a teacher too," Tina said.

"Yeah, what do you teach?" Finn asked him.

"Chemistry," Kyle answered. "What about you mate?"

"I'm the Sports Coach and Glee Director," Finn said unable to stop himself staring at the scar that ran along Kyle's cheek.

"Finn, you're staring, it's rude," Quinn whispered into his ear.

"That's alright," Kyle laughed having noticed Finn's staring and heard Quinn's whisper. "I'm used to people staring at this beauty. It happened when I was fifteen," he told them pointing to the scar. "I was out surfing with the lads and I got bit by a shark."

"He's lying," Tina said after taking a few seconds to enjoy their stunned responses. "He was bitten by his older brother when he was five."

"Ouch," Mercedes commented. "That must have been some bite."

"Probably," Kyle nodded. "But I don't remember it. Now this one," he said lifting up his pant leg to reveal a much larger scar above his knee, "I do remember. That beauty came from a croc."

"Another lie?" Santana asked looking to Tina.

"Nope," Tina shook her head. "He really was bitten by a crocodile. The crocodile nearly drowned him too."

"Oh he was just playing," Kyle told them shrugging it off as he covered his scar.

Kyle talked more about crocodile attacks, surfing and going out back but a quick look to Santana showed Kurt that the Latina girl was not listening. Instead she was staring across the gym at something. Following her gaze, Kurt soon realised Santana was not staring at something but at someone.

"Brittany," Santana breathed.

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