So….well….I'm back…yay? Please don't hurt me! I seriously didn't mean to leave you all hanging, I've just switched to a new school and everything and I'm so very busy and what was worse was that my laptop wouldn't let me access fanfiction….so….please forgive me….pretty please?

Ok…soo…enough of my pity plea…um…oh, just another thing, if I have any Doctor Who/Torchwood lovers reading this, I do have an account on fanfiction that will let you read some of my fanfic for them, my penname is ConsultingTimeTraveler.

Ok, well, bare with me for I haven't written for a while….

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Blaine and Kurt sat in the car, quietly sipping their cups of coffee, waiting for the light to turn green. As soon as the light turned green, Blaine handed Kurt his coffee cup and drove on. Not a word has been spoken between the two since Kurt told Blaine his coffee order at Starbucks.

Now, Kurt coughed to get Blaine's attention. Blaine took a quick glance at him and smiled. "Blaine," Kurt began, his voice was barely a whisper.

"Hold on Kurt, if you don't mind, I'm just trying to locate the theater," he said, looking around the street. Now, where did David say the theater was again, Blaine thought.

Kurt nodded and kept sipping his coffee. Should I ask him now or later? Should I even ask him? What if he thinks I'm crazy? Kurt's thoughts suddenly turned to his dead boyfriend. Do I really want to know now? Jason just died about 5 days ago; do I really want to know now? Do I really need more pain in my life?

"Is it ok if we park a bit far," Blaine asked, his eyes wandering around.

Kurt shook his head," No, course not."

Blaine looked at him and smiled. He found a parking spot right on the side and took it. "So, what was it you wanted to tell me," Blaine asked as he turned off the car.

Kurt grabbed his jacket and threw it on. "It's nothing," Kurt muttered, opening his door.

Blaine frowned. "Are you sure?" He opened his door and walked over to Kurt.

"Yes," he said, looking up at him. Blaine held his gaze for but shook his head.

"All right then Kurt," he said, locking the doors to his Porsche.

The two walked towards the theater, both hands in their jacket pockets, trying to prevent them from freezing off. "Welcome," the ticket lady greeted, gesturing for them to hand over their tickets. Kurt took out the tickets from his pocket and handed it over. The woman looked it over, ripped it in half and handed them the other. "Enjoy the show," she muttered.

Kurt and Blaine nodded at her and walked into the theater. They walked on forward, about 3 rows away from the front of the stage. All thoughts melted away from Kurt's mind as soon as he sat down. Theater always seemed to calm him down. "I've been waiting for so long for this play to come around here," he said, smiling widely.

"Yes, I've heard so much about it," Blaine said," did you know I'm best friends with the writers?" He looked at Kurt, hoping the last part would impress him.

"Really," Kurt asked, his eyes widening in surprise. "If you don't mind me asking, can you take me to meet them? Later on? I've always wanted to meet the two."

He smiled at him and nodded. "Of course, that'll be no problem."

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and David and Wes came out, both wearing slacks and a blue button up shirts with black vests. Their hair neatly styled and gelled, a way which Blaine has never seen before. "Good evening ladies and gents," David greeted, smiling at the crowd.

"Today you will hear a story of romance, pain, loss, and memories," Wes continued," A story as to which includes two best friends, one whose memory cannot be retained and another who has pushed everybody away and did all he could to forget all the pain."

"We give you, 'Memories'," David said.

They both bowed as the audience began to clap and left. Blaine simply sat there, lifeless. They made a play out of my life, he thought angrily. How dare they? "Excuse me Kurt," he whispered.

"But the plays about to start," he said happily, looking up at him. But seeing his face, he scooted out of the way to let him through.

Blaine walked out of the theater and out to the hallway which held the receptionists. He looked around, wondering where the two would be. Then he spotted a door labeled 'Back Stage' and blasted inside. "Sir, you're not allowed in here," a woman said in a British accent, wearing a headset.

"I'm friends with the writer," Blaine growled.

The woman laughed. "And I'm the Queen of England," she said," Sorry old chap, but you're not allowed in here."

"The hell I am," Blaine said.

"Blaine," David asked from across the room.

The woman let him pass and Blaine rushed over at David, raising his fists. But being Blaine, he didn't touch David. "You used my life," he yelled out.

"We thought it should be heard," David argued, his voice calm.

"But it's not your say!"

"I believe it is Blaine, it's a beautiful story and I want the whole world to know and plus, nobody will even know it's you," David said.

Blaine glared at him. "But I do David! I know who it is! I know! I know!" He clenched his hands, frustrated. "David! If Kurt knew, God, if Kurt knew, don't you think he'd feel hurt too? Put yourself in my place David, put yourself in my place!"

David simply stayed silent, keeping his gaze behind Blaine.

"What place Blaine," a high voice asked from behind.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat as he turned around. Kurt stood there, tears in his eyes, holding what looked like a picture in his hand. "Oh god," Blaine whispered.

So…whatcha think? I'm still good with cliff hangers….am I right? Ok…fine….you people are still angry with me….but show some love to Blaine and Kurt and please review…..ta-ta for now