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Rome, Italy, 9:30pm Sunday night…

"Isn't this AMAZING!" Sebastian slammed into the bar, dragging a laughing Blaine behind him. "Wow! Everything's so neat!"

"I know, right?" Blaine had to admit-these last two days had been an absolute blast. Sunday night now-and he did not want to go home. Everything was so lovely and brilliant-he loved the art galleries and sights they saw during the day, he'd got a million pictures to show Kurt when they got back-but the nights were just outstanding. Even without alcohol he was having some of the best nights of his life. Tonight, they were starting in a quiet little bar-then moving on to anywhere.

What was the best thing was: Sebastian was having the time of his life. And that was the most important thing.

Don't get him wrong-he missed his Kurt like crazy, every minute. But Sebastian kept him so busy, it was hard to miss him too much. He kept his promises, phoning several times a day and texting non-stop-but Kurt always seemed a little off. He guessed he was missing him. Awwwh. He couldn't wait to be back beside him again…

"Okay, then!" Sebastian lead him straight up to the bar, where a pretty olive-skinned girl eyed them up.

"Ciao, potrei aiutarti?" she asked breathily.

"Gradirei una birra, per favore?" Sebastian asked, his accent terrible, but he winked at the bar girl so she didn't mind, giggling.

"Non c'è problema," she told him. "E voi?" she asked Blaine, checking him out.

"Gradirei una limonata , per favore?" he asked politely.

Sebastian groaned. "Come on, man! You can't go on holiday and not drink!"

"I promised Kurt," Blaine said simply. "Grazie," he said to the bar girl, paying for both he and Sebastian's drinks.

"Prego," she smiled, turning to get them.

"Honestly, man, you make me feel bad! It's no fun getting smashed on your own!" Sebastian flicked him playfully. "Go on, one won't hurt!"

"No, you know what I'm like," Blaine was determined, as he knew he couldn't take alcohol at all.

"Boring!" Sebastian sighed-then sighed again as some Italian girl started up a conversation with the fluent Blaine, chatting him up. God.

Okay, he knew-he was in Italy with Blaine Anderson, the current man of his dreams, he should be over the moon…but that wasn't enough. The only way he could possibly get a good, long snogging session, or perhaps more, was if he got the boy very drunk. Drunk Blaine didn't know the difference between an elephant and a traffic light; it would be easy to persuade him that getting it on with him was a good idea. But because of some lousy promise to Kurtsie Tweetie Pie Hummel, the biggest problem in Sebastian's life, Blaine would not touch a drop. Damn boyfriend…

"You American?" the pretty bar girl asked him, obviously trying very hard with her English. Sebastian automatically switched on the slippery charm.

"Why yes I am, my darling," He flashed her his best smile.

"Good beer?" She had very pretty eyes, batting long eyelashes at him.

"Great, thank you," He took another swig, wishing Blaine would too…hang on.

"Excuse me," he asked the girl. "What is your most alcoholic beverage?"

When she'd graciously sold him a shot of clear liquid, with a strange name and a huge percentage of alcohol, he waited until Blaine definitely was not looking.

Then, he quickly, and silently, tipped all of it into Blaine's lemonade...


The same time, but Sunday afternoon, Lima, Ohio

"Noah, your nice friend Kurt's here!" Mrs Puckerman called upstairs to her son, while showing Kurt in. "How lovely to see you again, dear,"

"Lovely to see you too," Kurt smiled politely-but far quicker than last time, Puck had appeared, fully dressed for a change. He thudded all the way down into the hall.

"Hey, Kurt," Grabbing his jacket from the hook in the hall, he stepped into his trainers. "Ready to go?"

"Where are you going?" Mrs Puckerman asked.

"Just to the park, Mom," Puck told her, obviously trying to leave as quickly as possible.

They were going to the park? This was news to Kurt. But he went along with it.

"Oh, okay. Have fun!"

"Bye," The boy was already out of the door.

"Bye, Mrs Puckerman," Kurt called back as he hurried after him, carefully shutting the door as he left. Puck was already speed-walking in the direction of the tall trees a few streets away.

"Why the hurry?" Kurt asked, beginning to pant a little after a while.

"We might miss-just come on," Puck was on a mission. He was practically running. Kurt jogged along behind him, definitely not wearing the best shoes for this.

Oh! The old man. Or Sebastian's grandfather, whatever. A nervous feeling pricked Kurt like needles. He wasn't sure he wanted this to be proved. If it was true-if Sebastian was lying…he'd just placed his boyfriend right in his claws.

Two minutes later, they finally reached the park-and there was the old man, sat quietly on the same bench in the same clothes, tossing bird seed to the fattening pigeons. "Mr Goole!" Puck called as they all too rapidly approached.

Frightened, the pigeons scattered.

"Oh, look what you did, you great-oh, it's you," The old man took in Puck with some surprise. "With the afro,"

"Mohawk," Puck corrected him, as Kurt caught up. "Look, sorry for the questioning-are you Sebastian's grandfather?"

Mr Goole looked taken aback at Puck's franticness. "Woah, slow down, sonny,"

"Are-you-Sebastian's-grandfather?" Puck repeated, more clearly.

"Yes," he answered, suspiciously. Kurt's stomach dropped.

"And does he have kidney failure?"

Suddenly, the old man looked very annoyed. "Coming up to me and asking all these questions, the cheek of it-"

"Please, sir," Puck begged, more politely as Kurt waited anxiously, feeling slightly sick.

"No, he does not!" Mr Goole snapped angrily. "Now, run off home before-"

"There!" Puck told Kurt triumphantly.

Kurt was speechless.

He sat down on the bench heavily, head spinning horribly.

Even now he'd heard it first hand, he couldn't believe it. Oh my God.

That bastard.


"Woah!" Blaine leaned against the bar, looking like he'd just been knocked unconscious. They'd moved on to a noisier bar across the street, where everyone was now a little tipsy. Well, Blaine a little more. A big crowd were dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was a real party, with loud music, the times of everyone's lives.

Sebastian grinned at the squiffy Blaine. "Alright?" he yelled over the music.

"Yeah…yeah man…" He focused on Sebastian with glazed eyes. "Whooo! I feel…weird…"

"No, you just feel really good," Carefully, Sebastian stood him upright, laughing. He put an arms around him, supporting him.

"Whooo…what happened?"

"Magic," Sebastian told him. "Come on, boy, let's dance,"

Blaine allowed himself to be lead into the throng of people, happily enough. Sebastian was literally jumping for joy. They got into the pulse of the music, dancing like they never had before. It was wild-and Blaine was off his head. Perfect.

"Having fun, Blaine?" Sebastian shouted at him over the loud tunes.

"Best-night-ever!" The drunk teen was looking a little precarious, always nearly crashing into someone. "Woah!"

"Careful there, clumsy," Sebastian laughed. "Come here, I'll look after you," Confidently-he slipped his arms around Blaine's slender waist, seemingly just holding him steady-but his hands were dangerously low.

There was electricity-Sebastian couldn't believe it. Yes!

"There now," he told Blaine, who didn't seem to have noticed anything. They danced together, close, for a long time. Sebastian did not let go for a second. He sort of wished Blaine was doing this while sober-but it couldn't be helped.

"Oh, Blaine…" he breathed. "I wish we could stay here forever,"

"You're…" Blaine stammered, slurring. "You're…my bestest buddy, man!"

"That's just great. You're mine too," He didn't care if it was the drink talking.

"I think you're…aweshome. And…and I'm gonna be soooooooo sad when you're gone!" He looked tragic, still dancing madly.

"Me too," Sebastian danced closer to him, holding tighter.

Carefully-but surely-he slipped his hands down, lower, and lower down his waist-until they reached-

"Uh!" Suddenly, Blaine shot out of his grasp like a quicksilver as he touched his ass, almost crashing right into someone. "Naughty," he told him, tutting. "K-Kurt…my boyfriend…wouldn't like…you doing that…"

"Kurt," Sebastian came in closer again, not deterred. "is not here,"

"Yeah he is!" Blaine insisted, stepping back so he collided with the bar. "In…here," He jabbed his chest somewhere near his heart.

"He'll allllllllwwwwwaaaaayyysss be with me…" he said sentimentally. "'cause I loooooooooovvvvvvvvve him,"

Sighing, Sebastian rolled his eyes. Shit.


"Oh my God, what are we going to do?" Kurt was sobbing uncontrollably, panicky into Puck's denim jacket. "What are we going to do? Oh my God, he lied, and now-and-and now he's-"

"Kurt!" Puck hissed. "People are staring!"

The countertenor couldn't care less. He couldn't believe it.

"Look!" Prizing him off, Puck shook him roughly. "God, get a grip! Crying isn't going to help anyone!"

"What do we do then?" Kurt wailed, tears splashing down his cheeks like miniature waterfalls.

"Well…" Puck looked around desperately. "We need to tell Blaine the truth. That's the most important thing,"

"He'll…he'll never believe us! He-he's done so much for Sebastian!"

"Right…" Puck thought had. Probably harder than he'd ever thought in his life. There had to be a way…there was always a way…Blaine needed to hear it straight from Sebastian's mouth…but how…?

Suddenly-an idea seeped into his head. It was a wonderful, amazing stroke of genius-why-he laughed out loud! This must be how the guy who discovered fire felt! Wow…Puck was impressed at his own mind. Who'd have thought…

But there was no time to waste crowing about his brilliance. He needed to tell Kurt.

"Alright…I've an idea…" He made the still weeping Kurt look him in the eyes and listen. "But…I need you to do something,"

"W-what? Anything!" Kurt wailed.

"Okay, no need to be so dramatic,"

Puck recited his plan, quickly and efficiently.

Slowly-a glimmer of hope spread across Kurt's miserable face. The corners of his mouth twitched up. "Oh my God! Puck! That's-I don't know if that's really clever, or really stupid!"

"Both," Puck was very proud at the reaction.

"But-how are we going to get him to-"

"Now-" Puck held up a finger. Oh hell. Well, he knew Kurt would spot the flaw in the plan quickly, the guy was sharp enough, even in this state. But he wasn't sure he'd like the answer. "We need him to confess, on my planted recorder…and I can only think of one way we can do that. I'm sorry,"

"What? I don't care-" "You're not going to like it,"

"Noah-"

"You have to seduce him,"

...

There was a long silence.

"What?" Kurt's voice was quiet, hoping he'd misheard.

"It's ideal. Look, I know you don't like each other-"

"Don't like?"

"-but you'd be surprised how easily a bloke like that will crumble under a little bit of-"

"NO!" Kurt stood up, looking scandalised, furious. "I will not do it!"

"It's the only way. Look, Kurt just listen. You get him nicely buttered up-then you tell him you're onto him…and get him to confess! It's the easiest, cleanest way-"

"NO!" Kurt shook his head, looking disgusted. "I am NOT flirting with that bastard! Isn't this exactly what I don't want Blaine to do?"

"Look, it works-I saw it in a movie!" Puck shouted.

"Oh, well, that makes it a freaking sure-fire, then-" "Kurt! You need to do this! For you and Blaine! It's the only way!"

So! There's the plan! But will it work?…wait and see…SPOILER: Expect the unexpected…? :P

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