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A/N: So let me make a little note about this chapter. I've tried to stay more or less true to the main plot of the series, except for the obvious fact that Sam never went back to Lima once in New York and moved to an apartment with Blaine (and maybe some other facts I haven't realized). But in this chapter, Finn is in the story. I know this is a total licence I'm taking but well, in my heart Finn will always be there with them, so humor me in this, please. ;)


CHAPTER 9

Sam suddenly jolted awake, and he needed more than a couple of seconds to get his breathing under control. He wondered if he had been having a nightmare –though he didn't remember–, just so there was something to justify the feeling of dread that was tightening his chest. As there was already enough light seeping through the curtains in his window, he looked down at his watch –Blaine's gift, he remembered– and noticed it was only five minutes until his alarm clock went off, so he decided to get up.

Everything in the living room was exactly as he had left it the night before, and his sadness was renewed at seeing the still set table. It was funny how, although everything was exactly the same, nothing felt as beautiful or magical as it had felt the night before. Only a table for two with a posh tablecloth and a spent candle. Now it only seemed as a pathetic attempt of achieving something that was way out of his league.

He went to Blaine's room, almost as if he didn't really believe he had failed to be back for the night. What if he had sneaked back while Sam was already asleep? Maybe now he was just running, like he did every morning. Maybe he would even be still sleeping.

The untouched bed, though, quickly put Sam out of any doubt. Blaine had not been there.

But something got Sam's attention before he turned to leave the room: on Blaine's desk there were some music sheets, neatly stapled and folded in a protective plastic and with Blaine's name and handwriting in them. Sam knew what those were: it was a project he had been working on for weeks, some homework from his composition class at NYADA. He had told Sam that this was the most important project he had ever had, that his grades on that subject and therefore his whole degree depended on it. Sam knew today was supposed to be the day when he had to hand it in. And he hadn't come to pick it up.

The anxiety Sam had felt at waking up suddenly filled his chest again. Whatever had happened with Kurt the night before, Blaine was the most responsible and sensible person he had ever met and he would have never forgotten about something that could jeopardize his future like that. In normal circumstances, not even an earthquake would have stopped him from at least doing the walk of shame and coming back in the morning to pick it up before class.

Sam ran to grab his phone to check it, hoping that Blaine would have seen all his calls from last night and tried to reach him as he slept. But no, no missed calls or messages were displayed on its screen. But he had to try, once again, so he pressed the button of Blaine's speed dial and brought the phone to his ear. Much to his dismay, the call went directly to voicemail once again, and he slapped his own thigh in frustration. The next step would be to call Kurt; Sam didn't feel like talking to him at all, but he would probably know where the hell Blaine was, so he decided to swallow his pride and dialed Kurt's number. Good, at least on this one he could hear it ring. Pick it up, come on, Sam urged the phone, but after some beeps the line went off.

He tried three or four times more before he desisted, each time feeling less angry and more worried. What if something had happened? What if he had been too quick to assume Blaine was not coming back home on his own decision? He needed to find out, whatever it took, so he quickly got dressed, he carefully put Blaine's music project on his bag, and left the apartment.


He wasn't sure he was ringing the bell on the right apartment, Sam thought as he stood at the door of Kurt's building. He had only been to Kurt's apartment once or twice and he didn't remember exactly which floor did he live in. No one had answered in the one he was ringing, but what if it wasn't the right one?

He knew who might know, though: Finn. Kurt's brother had to know where he lived, right? Why hadn't he thought about that before? Once again he took his phone out and called Finn, and he thought he was going to cry in relief when this time there was someone at the other end of the line.

"Hello?" Finn answered.

"Finn? Hi, it's Sam" Sam started talking in a rush, not even giving Finn time to answer. "I know it's strange for me to call you and ask you that, but you don't happen to know where Kurt might be? I can't reach Blaine on the phone, and he didn't come home last night. I think he might have been with Kurt so I'm at his building, but there's no one here, or maybe I'm not ringing in the right apartment, I don't know, and I'm starting to get really worried about Blaine…"

"What? You mean… you don't know?" Finn asked, sounding clearly surprised and confused.

"Know what?" Sam asked, almost paralyzed by a sudden fear. "What happened?"

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner, man, but I thought Kurt would have called you…" Finn mumbled, but Sam didn't want to hear any apologies.

"Finn, please!" Sam interrupted him, almost shouting. "What happened?"

"Blaine was in… an accident yesterday evening. He was kind of knocked down by a cab"

"Oh my God" Sam exclaimed, his eyes immediately filling with tears as his heart beat like crazy. His hands were trembling quite intensely, but he managed to keep hold on the phone. "Is he… how is he?"

"Well, he's still in the hospital, for what I know he's pretty battered, though it could have been worse. You should call Kurt, he knows more than I do"

"No, I'm going there" Sam answered, his voice shaking in anguish but leaving out the fact he had already been calling Kurt and gotten no answer.

"Wait" Finn offered, understanding Sam's state. "I was out of town when Kurt called me and I'm on my way there from the airport right now. Let me pick you up and we'll go together. You said you were at Kurt's, right? I'll be there in ten minutes"

"Thanks, Finn" Sam answered honestly.

"Don't mention it"

"Hurry up, please"


Finn had filled him in about Blaine's condition in the car, though he had not seen him yet either so he didn't have all the information. It had helped to calm Sam down a little, knowing Blaine was out of danger, but it could nothing to diminish the apprehension he felt as he rested his hand on the handle of the door to the hospital room Blaine had been assigned to. Finn, noticing his hesitation, rested his hand between Sam's shoulders, trying to give him some courage. After all, he had been a witness of the chemistry and shenanigans of those too for years, and he could understand the boy's uneasiness.

"Come on" Finn encouraged him, and Sam only nodded as an answer and finally pushed the door open.

"Blaine" Sam whispered with a broken voice as soon as he saw his friend, not noticing everything or everyone else in the room. Blaine was unconscious –or asleep, Sam wasn't sure– and he seemed even smaller than he really was, lost in the big hospital bed, making him look so vulnerable it almost hurt.

Sam approached the bed, almost too afraid of what he would find, but once he could see Blaine more closely, he could breathe a little easier. Yes, it was true that there were some visible injuries –Blaine's right cheek was quite scratched and a dark bruise had formed on the right side of his forehead, plus one of his arms was in a sling–, and Sam was sure there were other injuries he could not see under the hospital gown he was wearing –Finn had talked about broken ribs on their way to the hospital–. But Sam had been expecting beeping machines or respirators, or any other scary thing he was not sure to be ready for. Fortunately, he only had an IV on his good arm for medication, and Sam could do with that. And Blaine's face looked so peaceful and pain-free… But the vulnerability still seemed so present that Sam still felt afraid to touch him, though, as if he could hurt him just with his contact. He only allowed himself to brush his fingers along Blaine's good hand, lying on his chest. But he could still watch him. No one was going to deny him that any longer.

He was so absorbed in Blaine that he failed to notice Kurt sitting on a chair at the other side of the bed. Kurt, though, was very aware –and surprised– at Sam's sudden apparition.

"Sam!" he exclaimed in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb Blaine's sleep but clearly confused at Sam's presence.

"How is he?" Sam answered, ignoring his urges to reproach and verbally attack Kurt for not calling him sooner. Blaine was the important thing now, and he needed to know how he was.

"He's alright" Kurt answered, shortly.

"Could you please give him more details, Kurt?" Finn asked from the door, and Kurt could immediately see his brother was not happy at him either. "I explained everything I know to him, but I'm sure you have more information. It's the least you can do after forgetting to call him"

"Well, at first they were a bit worried about his concussion, he seemed to receive a big blow to his head, but they made a scan and there didn't seem to be any complications. They have been awakening him every few hours to see everything's alright, and he was very confused because of the blow and the pain medication, asking what had happened every time, but the doctor said that was normal and he should be better soon. He also has a broken arm and a couple of broken ribs. He needs to be careful with those, or he could puncture a lung. I know it sounds like a lot, but with the necessary rest and care, he should be fine in no time"

"So he's… alright?" Sam asked, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes now the rush of adrenalin was settling at seeing for himself that Blaine was going to make it.

"Yes, Sam, I already told you" Kurt answered with a hint of exasperation.

"Well, forgive me for being scared" Sam answered, using his anger towards Kurt to keep other feelings under control. "Maybe if you had called me from the beginning, I would have had time to come to terms with everything"

"I was here for him, right? He was not alone. I don't see why I should have called you" Kurt replied in an impertinent voice.

"Are you really telling me that?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You called Finn!"

"Because he's my brother and I needed the support"

"Maybe if you had called Sam, you could have supported each other" Finn interjected, and he was surprised when both Sam and Kurt snorted at that.

"Somehow I didn't see that happening" Kurt answered sarcastically, and Sam could see that Kurt remembered their last conversation at vogue after the breakup as well as he did.

"Even then, you had no right to keep me out of this!" Sam was almost cursing under his breath to keep himself from yelling and disturbing Blaine's sleep.

"And why should have I let you in? You're no family, nor his partner"

"But I'm his best friend! I'm his roommate, for God's sake, you thought I wasn't going to notice when he didn't show up for days? You really thought I would just let it go and forget about him?"

"I'll tell you again, Sam, as you seem to have some trouble understanding it" Kurt replied, pointing at Sam with his finger, and the blond had never felt like hitting someone as he did in that moment. "There is no reason for you to be here, you're not related to him in any way"

"You know how I feel about him!" Sam exclaimed before he was even aware of it.

"Oh yeah? And what do you feel about him, Sam? Mind to share?" Kurt sarcastically replied, daring him to confess his feelings for the injured man in front of Finn.

"You want me to deny what we both know?" Sam asked, once again unable to deny his love for Blaine, as he had felt at their last conversation.

"What do you mean?" Finn intervened, not really understanding what was happening.

"He's in love with Blaine. He's been in love with him for who knows how long" Kurt explained, sighing loudly to show how disgusted he was at Sam's feelings.

"Is that true?" Finn asked, astounded. Yeah, Sam and Blaine were… well, Sam and Blaine, thick as thieves, but love…

"Yes, it is" Sam confessed, with more than a hint of pride, but then he turned to Kurt again; their conversation was far from over. "But I've never, and I mean never, tried to interfere between you two. I've kept my feelings to myself while you were together for his sake"

"Then what are you doing here?" Kurt insisted, and Sam brought his hands to his face in frustration at Kurt's nerve.

"That doesn't mean I'm not supposed to care about him! Even if he doesn't know I love him, he knows he's my best friend, he knows how much I care about him! And by the way, why am I giving you any explanations?" Sam suddenly laughed, though there was no trace of humor in his voice. "It's you who isn't related to him in any way. You broke up with him and haven't talked to him for months, for God's sake! It's you who shouldn't be here"

"Oh yeah? And then why is it me his emergency contact? Because I don't remember the hospital calling you to tell you what happened"

"Do you know why you're his emergency contact? Because he was so down and depressed because of how you dumped him that he didn't have the energy to do much for a while, let alone think about changing your stupid name on his insurance. But when he wakes up, don't expect him to ask for you, you insensitive asshole" Sam couldn't stop himself from insulting Kurt any longer. It was either that or punching him, so he went for the first one.

"Oh really? Do you know where he was when he had that accident? He was on my street! He was coming to see me!" There was so much smugness on Kurt's expression that Sam couldn't restrain himself any longer.

"To tell you he doesn't love you anymore!" Those angry words spurted out of Sam's mouth before he was able to stop them, and he immediately regretted not letting Blaine tell him that himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that" he apologized, his tone changing immediately to a soft and repentant whisper. "That's a private conversation between you and Blaine. I'm really sorry"

"I don't believe you" Kurt answered, his eyes burning with anger, and Sam could see he really didn't want to believe his words. "You're just saying that because you don't want me to get back together with Blaine, because you want him all to yourself"

"I'm not going to keep arguing about this with you, Kurt" Sam replied, his calm voice not belying the turmoil going on inside of his head. "Blaine is not a trophy, and it's just up to him to decide what he wants. I just want to be here for him, for when he wakes up"

"We'll see about that. As his emergency contact, you know I can make them throw you out of here, right?" Kurt threatened, but his brother had clearly had enough and threw him a dark glare that even Kurt couldn't ignore.

"You won't do that" Finn intervened, the tone of his voice making it clear he was not going to tolerate such a behavior, even if it came from his brother. "You both better get comfortable, as it looks like we're going to stay here for a long time"


The tension in the room was palpable as hours went by. Kurt had resumed his place on the chair next to Blaine's bed; Sam had contemplated moving his chair to the other side of the bed, but he refused to play Kurt's game and was sitting next to the wall, obviously keeping Blaine's face in sight to be aware of any possible discomfort or to notice when he woke up. At midday, Finn had considered going to the cafeteria to have lunch, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving the other two unsupervised, after the previous fight they had caught up in, so he contented with running to the cafeteria, buying sandwiches for everybody and return to the room as soon as possible.

The afternoon came and went in pretty much the same way. Few words were exchanged between the three of them while Blaine slept –the nurse had said they didn't need to keep awakening him anymore and that it would be better if he could get all the rest he needed–, and pretty much all of them came from Finn's mouth, as the other two kept a silent war and were lost in their own minds. The only movement in the room was a moment Sam went outside to call Blaine's brother and inform him of the situation –after discovering that Kurt had also forgotten to call him– and his own boss, to ask for some days off as he had no intention of spending even a few hours away from Blaine until he was sure he was alright.

Just a little while after Sam returned to the room and sat on his chair again, he noticed Blaine's eyebrows twitching, and even before Sam could say anything about it, Blaine moaned and Kurt was immediately all over him.

"Blaine?" he called, softly, trying not to scare the still oblivious boy.

"Hmmm?" Blaine asked without words, and the other three men in the room stood up, quiet, waiting for the injured man to speak.

"I'm here, Blaine" Kurt whispered, resting his hand in Blaine's shoulder, and it irritated Sam to a big extent the fact that he would assume that Blaine was asking for him so easily.

"Sam?" Blaine whispered in his confusion, so softly that Kurt wondered if Sam had heard. But judging by how quickly he crossed the room and was instantly at Blaine's side, he had heard alright.

Kurt, fuming, looked at Sam's face, expecting to see a smirk on his face to show Kurt he had won that round, but nothing further from the truth. It was clear that for Sam, from the moment Blaine had called his name, there was no one else in the room. He picked Blaine's uninjured hand in his own larger one, and his other hand was gently stroking the curls that fell on the brunet's forehead, as if all fear of touching him had disappeared from the moment Blaine called for him. But it was his eyes that surprised Kurt the most: they were looking adoringly at Blaine as if he was his whole universe, as if Sam was terrified of just imagining a life without the smaller boy.

"I'm here, buddy" Sam whispered, bending over him a little to speak closer to Blaine's ear, and there was so much love in his voice that Kurt wondered how Blaine could have been oblivious to it for so long. "I've got you"

"What happened?" Blaine asked, his voice hoarse from the lack of use.

"Somehow you managed to get run by a cab. You don't remember?"

"No" Blaine denied, still not daring to open his eyes, but becoming increasingly more aware of his surroundings.

"Well, the doctors said you probably wouldn't because of the concussion you have, so don't worry about it. You're pretty banged up, but the doctors said you'll be right as rain in no time"

Blaine took his time to try and understand what Sam had said –his mind felt like it was covered with some kind of fog that blurred his thinking– and then, tired of being in the same position, he tried to turn around, only to have a blinding pain protesting on his middle, which made him wince quite loudly in the quiet room.

"Easy, B" Sam pleaded, resting a gentle hand on Blaine's chest as a petition for him not to move. "You've got some busted ribs, you need to be careful"

"It hurts" Blaine whispered, and Sam's heart went to him as he tried not to shed any of the tears he could feel breaking beside his eyelids at the obvious suffering of his friend, especially when he noticed Blaine was finally opening his eyes and he did seem to have some problem in focusing his gaze.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, cupping Blaine's cheek –the one that didn't have the scratches– as he noticed Blaine trying to fix his gaze on him.

"My head feels like is going to explode" Blaine explained pitifully, and when he tried to bring his arm to shield his eyes from the light he found it was immobilized.

"Your arm is broken" Sam explained understandingly, noticing every little move Blaine tried to do, and switched off the light immediately above Blaine's head, gesturing for Kurt to close the curtains, while his other hand moved up and down the uninjured man's arm, leaving gentle caresses attempting for comfort. "I'll get the nurse to see if they can do anything about your pain"

"No" Blaine said a little louder than intended, resulting in a wince at the extra pain it provoked in his head, and Sam immediately started petting the top of his head again as he shushed him to try and keep him calm. "Don't go"

"I'll be back in a minute" Sam answered sweetly, trying to ignore how scared Blaine looked, and how especial it made him feel that only his presence would reassure him.

"Please" the grip Blaine kept on his hand was surprisingly strong for someone so weak, and Sam didn't have the heart to move even an inch from him.

"I'll go, you stay with him" Finn offered, and Sam sent him a grateful smile before he was out of the door.

Sam observed that Blaine's eyes were closed again, but he could tell it was only to keep the headache at bay and he was not asleep, so he kept talking to him, wanting him to forget about the pain and to feel he was not alone.

"So now I see you're alright, do I get to admonish you for the fright you've given me?" Sam joked, keeping Blaine's hand in between both of his and rubbing his thumb along his knuckles.

"No" Blaine answered, and Sam could see Blaine wanted to say more, wanted to joke back and keep a light atmosphere, but it was too difficult for him to put the necessary words together or to even say them, because of the confusion and the pain in his head. So Sam still laughed, and was happy to elicit a tiny smile on Blaine's lips.

"Ok, but you don't get to scare me like this ever again, is that understood?" Sam continued, only half joking this time.

"I'm sorry" Blaine whispered, feeling genuinely guilty, and he even dared to open his eyes into a tiny crack to check for himself that Sam wasn't really angry.

"It's okay" Sam reassured him with a soft caress to his cheek. "I'll forgive you if you promise to behave so we can get out of the hospital as soon as possible. How does that sound?"

"Great" Blaine answered, still smiling.

"I can't wait for us to be home" Sam went on. "We have to watch Breaking Bad's last season, right? They say it's the best one"

"Can we go now?" Blaine asked with a pout, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

"Not yet, bud" Sam answered with a fond chuckle, "but I'm sure they'll let us out soon"

Kurt felt almost as an intruder watching the interaction between the two friends, who had all but forgotten about his presence right at the other side of the bed, involved as they were on their own private world. Even before he broke up with Blaine, it had been a really long time since they had felt that comfortable with each other, since they've been able to block everything around them like that just to be able to concentrate on each other. And Kurt realized that was what he missed the most, and for what he would give anything to win back.

And the fact Sam kept talking about we and us, and Blaine just accepted it as fact, made Kurt's inside churn with jealousy. Blaine was supposed to be one half of Kurt's we, not Sam's. He was not supposed to feel that comfortable with the fact that Sam made everything about the two of them. But maybe that was why Blaine has asked for Sam instead of him? Or why he had been so reluctant to give Kurt another chance the other day? Because, now that he thought about it, in their relationship it wasn't so much a we as a me while you tag along. He realized now that he had been selfish with Blaine in a lot of aspects, and now it may be too long to change that because Sam had given him what he needed from the beginning. And whether Blaine returned Sam's feelings or not –which he honestly didn't know–, their closeness and understanding of each other were always going to be there, and comparisons were inevitable. Kurt could have kicked his own shin at realizing he had finally understood what was going on when it was probably too late to do anything about it.

His thoughts were interrupted as a nurse made her way in the room and to Blaine's bed with Finn close at her heels. She seemed quite nice and careful as she made Blaine some questions –which he politely answered but only in monosyllables– and finally she took the drip and added the pain medication that the doctors had prescribed in case he needed it.

"Boys" the nurse said, this time directed to the visitors. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are about to be over and only one of you can stay for the night. Not that he really needs anyone to stay, we can take care of this cutie for you" She said with a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little, and she could see the blond guy seemed to agree with her observation, judging by the nod of his head.

"No, we're not leaving him here alone. I'll stay with him" Sam immediately offered, returning to Blaine's side to pick up his hand as soon as the nurse gave him room for that.

"No, I can stay" Kurt immediately offered to, not about to let himself be relieved as Blaine's guardian. "I can ask for a day off tomorrow, it's no problem"

"Well, that's for you to decide, but remember: only one" the nurse kindly reminded them as she finally left them.

"So who is…?" Finn was going to ask, but Blaine interrupted before he could even finish.

"Can Sam stay?" Blaine's soft voice, almost inaudible, interrupted the discussion they all knew was coming.

"Of course I'll stay" Sam assured him, surprised Blaine had even been following the conversation, but incredibly touched that it was him Blaine wanted and needed in times of trouble. "As if I could just leave you here like that" he reassured him, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing his friend.

"Thanks" Blaine answered with another small smile, and Sam could see he was already exhausted and trying not to fall asleep on him.

"Stop fighting it, you can go back to sleep now" Sam told him with a chuckle, bringing his hand to the curls falling on Blaine's forehead to lovingly get them out of the way. "I'll be here when you wake up"

"Do you promise?" Blaine asked, sounding so vulnerable that it almost broke Sam's heart all over again.

"I promise" Sam whispered back, and was glad that Blaine had relaxed enough to finally close his eyes and lose himself in a world of pain-free sleep.

Kurt sighed in defeat, as he started gathering his belongings to leave for the night, as it was Blaine's request. He knew the injured boy was not intentionally trying to hurt him, but that hurt him even further. Because when Blaine was harmed and weak and scared he had asked for Sam, not for him. Kurt was not his comfort and protection source anymore; Sam was. And he knew Sam was more than willing to provide all that for him. Kurt doubted there was a way to change that.

"I'll try to come back tomorrow" he announced, not really sure who he was talking to. "I'll bring him some gel, he must be desperate to get some" Kurt explained with a fond smile as he caressed Blaine's hair –something that made Sam's stomach churn, because he didn't feel Kurt was allowed to do that anymore. But he technically wasn't either and he had been doing it himself, so he didn't say anything.

"He's not using it anymore" Sam informed him.

"Really?" Kurt asked, obviously very surprised.

"Yeah, he stopped using it months ago. Why, do you think he should?" Sam asked, suddenly being on the defensive, as if Kurt was trying again to dictate what was best for Blaine.

"No!" Kurt quickly denied. "No, I mean… I wanted to bring it for him, in case he… felt more comfortable with it"

"There are a lot of things that don't feel comfortable to him anymore" Sam told him knowingly, involuntarily looking at Kurt's hand, still on Blaine's hair, which made Kurt retreat it as if suddenly it burned.

"Yeah, I can see that" Kurt sarcastically replied, beginning to be a bit tired of Sam questioning everything he said or done. Though, after not having called him when Blaine was injured, he could honestly understand why he was being so nasty to him.

"You saw him the other day, how did you not notice?" Sam asked.

"It was pouring, and he was soaked to the cord. He doesn't like umbrellas, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. He doesn't even have one. He keeps losing them, I think he just does it on purpose" Sam fondly replied and, for a second, they both felt somehow connected in the love they both shared for the sleeping boy in the bed.

"Come on, Kurt, I'll take you home" Finn offered.

"Please call me if…" Kurt was saying, but suddenly Sam interrupted him.

"Oh my God!" Sam suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Kurt asked, slightly worried.

"I just remembered. Kurt, could you…"

"What?" Kurt insisted.

"I was wondering if you could pop into NYADA on your way home and see if there is someone there yet" Sam explained. "Blaine had to give in a very important project today for his composition class and well…"

Kurt, still feeling pretty angry and humiliated about everything that had taken place in the last hour, was just about to say no, but one look at Blaine's sleeping form made him sigh in resignation. Of course he had to do it: hadn't he promised to Blaine only two days ago that he would do anything for him? It was not a favor he was doing for Sam, even if he was the one asking it; this was for Blaine, and it was something too important for him just to refuse.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. Is it at your place or…?"

"No, I have it right here" Sam said as he took the folder out of his bag and handed it to Kurt. "Thank you, Kurt"

"Don't thank me, I'm only doing this for him" Kurt bitterly said, and suddenly there was a pain in his voice that made Sam understand that Kurt, in spite of how selfish and egocentric he seemed to be, really loved Blaine in his own way. And, for the first time, from the position that gave him having their rolls reversed and now him being the one in Blaine's heart, seeing Kurt leaving the room totally dejected, Sam felt pity for him.


ImagineYouAndMe: Hehehe, I was kind of expecting this kind of reaction from you :) I'm sorry I made you suffer, but I've been warning you, I'm a drama queen! I'm so surprised you were the only one to see what was going to happen! I left a hint, and you got it! I hope you forgive me, though, but at least it was not as dramatic as it could have been, right? Thank you so much!