A/N: firstly to anyone who read B.T.H.E [thank you] but also I was joking when I said I'd wait a week XD like I could, I can hardly wait two days lol but really just give me time it'll be up in a day or two I promise :) I guess you guys don't know me enough to get my sense of humour :( anywhore [props to you if you can guess who I got that from XD] I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter, its actually one I particularly like so I hope you guys do too and…love y'all xxxxxxxxxx thanks for all reviews and favs and everything 3333

D/C: Not true so don't sue x

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Blaine went home alone that night. He walked into the house and looked around. Oh, how he had been hoping to invite Simone here, just even for a drink. Tonight had been so much fun. He had enjoyed his time with the woman and here he was, walking through the large home, taking off his shoes and waltzing out to the garden in the centre of the home, alone. The only sound was the occasional car somewhere outside the walls and the soft trickle of water from the koi pond. Blaine sat on the grass and allowed his feet to dangle close to the water, occasionally his toe would skim the liquid and the fish would scurry behind rocks and pondweed. He sighed and placed his hands on the soft ground, the grass tickling his palms. The designer looked around and sighed, he should probably be working now. He had a lot of work to continue. Almost all the designs had been done but he still had to finish several works in progress. He did the dresses for the shows himself with occasional help from people he trusted and had worked with a lot. Then after the showing, he would have practically hundreds working on making mass productions of his designs to sell to those who could afford them. It was four days until his birthday and he had really hoped to bring Simone out. He had the entire thing planned out for that night. It was supposed to be perfect and now Madam Dupont had ruined that, fucking ruined it.

He swung out his foot, splashing the water everywhere before standing up. Walking with one wet foot along the grass back inside, his feet touching the cool tiles and leaving a wet print but he didn't care. Every step caused a soft, wet sound to ring out in the empty house. He sighed and closed his eyes, walking up the stairs and crawling into bed, fully dressed as he pulled the blankets close and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't have the dreams again.

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It was early hours of the morning when Kurt arrived to his own home. It was quiet and he knew before he even went in that Samuel wasn't home. Kurt tore off the wig before he even was fully inside, no one was around in the shabby area. Many were probably passed out in alleyways anyway. Kurt was angry. He walked in and tore off the new dress Madam had given him and tossed it upon the bed, collapsing on the divan and punching the pillows. It had been a long time since Kurt had actually been angry but now that was the perfect word for his mood, anger, rage, fury. How could things almost be going okay one moment and then everything turn around and bite him in the rear like that?

"Merda!" he hissed in anger, fisting the dress that lay partially beneath him. He tore it out from its place, ripping it in the process and tossing it at the wall.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror, dressed now in only feminine bloomers, his masculine chest exposed, makeup still intact. He felt his eyes grow hot with angry tears as he glared to his reflection and a loud war like cry ripped from his throat.

"I HATE YOU!" He screamed at the reflection, not sure if he was talking to Simone or himself, or both. "I fucking hate you, you've caused all this!" He picked up a heavy brush and raised his arm over his head as if to throw the beautification device at the glass structure when an unexpected hand gripped his wrist and halted his actions. Kurt's eyes widened when he felt the thick fingers wind around his wrist and he gazed to see Samuel in the mirror. He hadn't even realized he had been home, usually he was with David.

"I-I didn't know you were home." Kurt stuttered, trying to sound calm, as if this was some sort of situation he could just ignore. Sam didn't say anything for a moment and he didn't remove his hand from Kurt's wrist which was still raised above his head.

"It's seven years bad luck, you know?" Samuel whispered, practically ignoring the previous statement from the brunette. Kurt's wrist went limp in his hand but Samuel waited until the brush fell to the bed before he let go.

"My life is a series of bad luck." Kurt stated, his other hand running through his hair, it was in it's usual mess of brunette curls. He pulled his legs to his chest, resting his chin upon his bony knees as Samuel sat beside him and stroked his back. "How did it all go so wrong, Sam?" He whispered, confused when he head the softest chuckle escape his friend. "What's so funny?"

"It's just been a long time since I heard you call me Sam." The young blonde smiled, looking to his best friend and resting his palm fully against the small of his back. Somehow, in these seconds any fights or angry words in the past seemed obsolete. Kurt leaned into his best friend, head on his shoulder and his eyes closed. He just felt miserable but was thankful Samuel didn't press the issue, just held him.

They remained on the bed for quite some time, neither knew how long, it could have been minutes or hours, neither of them were sure. There was just silence but it was comfortable, the seams in their relationship that had become loose were slowly tightening again. Kurt knew it would take much more for him and his best friend to be as close as they once were but for now this was a good start.

After some time, Samuel looked to his best friend and stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, noticing the charcoal that accented his pale eyes. He leaned in and kissed the brunette's temple, resting his forehead against Kurt's hair.

"What happened?" he asked softly and Kurt instantly started to explain what had occurred, starting with his resignation followed by Blaine saying he loved him down to the circus. He detailed the what the fortune teller had said, all about Madam Dupont being there and finally her discovering exactly who he was. Samuel looked horrified at the prospect that Madam had discovered his friend's true identity. It was no secret how Samuel felt about Madam Dupont, believing her a manipulative bitch, an evil old wench.

By the time the story was finished Kurt was leaning into Samuel, hiccupping and sobbing lightly. How did all this happen? How could it get so out of control? Kurt had really thought he was free of all this when he quit the job. He had hoped that in time, telling Blaine would just feel right and natural, that Blaine would have fallen in love with the person rather than the gender.

"Hush…" Samuel whispered, stroking his friends hair. "Sssh….w-we will figure something out…" Kurt buried his face against Samuel's shirt, the charcoal from his eyes rubbing against the white cotton covering Samuel's chest.

"Y-you don't have to help me.." Kurt said, shivering. "Not after….h-how horrible I was to you.." Samuel smiled gently and held his best friend close.

"You were just being your normal, hormonal self." He was glad when Kurt's lips curled a little at the edges. The brunette did smile a little but felt horrible for how he had treated his friend, his best friend, the boy who had been by his side since the both of them came to Paris.

There wasn't any more talking. Kurt soon fell asleep against Samuel, exhausted from the horrible day he had gone through. Samuel leaned back against the headboard of the bed and held onto the young man, stroking his lengthening brunette hair. It was growing slightly longer now, reaching just down to his neck before curling slightly at the edges. So soft and touchable. Sam looked to his friend and wished desperately things between them could get back to how they were before all this Simone stuff. He felt completely responsible because it was in fact, him who was the reason Kurt was in this predicament.

"I'm sorry Kurt.." He whispered, kissing his forehead and closing his eyes as he held the sleeping brunette close to his body.

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It had been some time since Blaine had the dreams but that night they returned.

He had been laying in his large bed, stomach sick with confusion as to all that was going on. Then when he fell asleep, it happened, more to add to the bewilderment that plagued him.

It no longer started with Simone. Nowadays it started with Blaine and this phantom male in some strange situation but tonight it was different.

Blaine was laying on the ground in his underwear, hands just positioned unobtrusively above his head as this brunette hovered above him. One arm of the male was braced over Blaine, his body bent gracefully as their lips locked in the most perfect blend of tender and passionate embraces.

'Sometimes I forget this is all a dream.' He thought, but consensual actions as he gave in to the tender embraces, reminded him it was all... just a dream.

The brunette pulled back and Blaine looked to him. He was beautiful with curling brunette hair and a strong jaw line. He had slender lips that curled into a small smirk and these enchanting cyan eyes that were all the more obvious due to his pale skin. It was odd, but when Blaine woke he couldn't remember the details of the man he had seen in so many dreams, just brunette and pale. He couldn't remember his face, his eye color or how those pink lips twisted into a sideways smile.

"Kiss me." He whispered, just needing some comfort, some assurance even if it did come from his subconscious. The brunette looked at him sadly, his smile faded and leaned forward, placing the most tender of kisses on Blaine's lips and then…

"I'm sorry…"

Blaine looked up to the brunette, realizing this was the first time the man from his dreams had spoke to him. There was something eerily familiar about the voice and that bothered him. What was even more strange was how much it worried him when the brunette leaned forward and kissed him after apologizing for….something.

"Wait…" Blaine said, gently pushing the brunette away. "Why are you sorry?"

But he said nothing, just smiled back to his muted self. Blaine frowned, gripping the brunettes shoulders.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked more angrily and then the brunette looked hurt.

"Why is it...that you are yelling at me?" the brunette asked, voice laced with self pity and Blaine sat up.

"I just want to know why you are sorry," he said, touching the young man's arm but the brunette shrugged him off.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter anymore." The brunette stated finally before standing. "What's done... is done..." "Wait no!" Blaine staggered to his feet, devastated that even in dreams he had none of the comfort he craved. The brunette began to walk away and even though Blaine ran he couldn't catch him. "No please…Kurt wait!" ... Blaine Anderson sat up in his bed suddenly, rubbing his forehead. The dream was fresh. He was still able to remember everything from the blue hued eyes to the tender kisses. Even to the fact that he called the previously nameless figure Kurt….Kurt?

With a groan, Blaine stood up and walked away from his bed into his wash room where he filled the basin with the lukewarm water he was privileged to have. After a thorough washing of his face, a clearing of his head, he realized that almost all memories of last nights dream were gone, as per usual. Direct from sleep he could recall every detail but minutes later it was just hazy memories. He recalled the kissing, some words exchanged and…he called the brunette….something? Didn't he?

Blaine growled and rested his head in his hands, just frustrated. He felt so…lonely.

Since Simone came along, loneliness was a feeling he didn't experience much anymore but now he recalled how horrific that sensation was. He felt sick and isolated. He missed Simone. Even though practically every night he came home alone he was usually warm from the sensation of working hard or having spent time with the woman of his dreams.

Now, he was focused on the fact that he was by himself. He couldn't even concentrate on his work. He went back to his bedroom and took out designs, looking through them, seeing flaws but was honestly not bothered at all to change or fix a thing. He just couldn't gather the interest and soon discarded the papers. The rest of the night was spent laying on his back, arms folded behind his head as he gazed to the ceiling, wondering where Simone was now? If she was thinking of him? Would he ever finish all those designs? What had he called the brunette?

So many questions….

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"Blaine!" Wesley Montgomery laughed as he pulled his best friend close having just opened the door to him. Blaine forced a smile and hugged his friend back, closing his eyes.

"Wes." He said with a smile, just appreciating company right now. It was quiet early in the morning but Wesley had always been a poor sleeper, suffering from severe insomnia but somehow always remained cheerful. He was exactly the person to come to when Blaine himself was unable to rest for the night.

Wesley requested Blaine be quiet and both walked into the agent's home. His wife and son were asleep upstairs. Seeing as it was not even 6am, he did not wish to wake them. It was far too early and with his son being the fragile age of three he needed his rest.

The two men didn't talk but walked to the luxurious kitchen of the large estate home. Blaine sat by the black marble counter, arms resting upon the cool surface as he looked to Wesley who was fixing him a cup of herbal tea.

"There you are, old boy." Wesley said in a fake British accent and a small smirk as he rested the cup on front of his friend. He had been negotiating models for a British owned fashion company and had spent a rather lot of time with the owners' of said business. He was a joker when formalities were not needed and when around friends. Wesley enjoyed a laugh. He loved to act out and joke, accents were something he particularly enjoyed as he had come across so many different people of diverse nations in his line of work.

"Merci," Blaine said in a meek tone but with an honest smile as he took a sip from the drink, singeing his tongue but making no more than a small face with his eyes scrunched up to show the pain.

Wesley looked to his friend, dying to ask what was wrong. His best friend wouldn't be here at 5:20 in the morning unless something was indeed wrong. But he knew Blaine. If his friend wanted to talk then he would do so on his terms. Wes asking questions wouldn't help at all.

They sat by the table for some time, the only sound being the trickle of water from the sink which had a need to be fixed and the occasional sip of the hot, herbal liquid. Blaine sat with two hands around the dainty china cup, staring at the tea leaves as they swirled and danced around the murky drink, making their own little patterns. Wesley could see the tiredness and worry in his friend's eyes and that in turn concerned him. He reached out and touched Blaine's hand but the younger man's eyes widened and he flinched, pulling him palm to his chest as if something had burned him.

"Blaine?" Wesley asked worried, speaking to him to express his concern.

Blaine bit his lip and looked from his hand to Wes's. Ever since the dreams started, he had….trouble with men touching him in any way intimately even if it was just a tap on the shoulder or a touch of the hand. Even Wesley. He was having a tough time, discovering some dark things about himself and issues with other men just confused him even further.

"I'm sorry Wes..." He said, trying to excuse himself, afraid that if he was to overreact the way he wanted to right now he would lose Wesley's friendship. "I burned my hand the other day." He rested it upon his lap, out of sight. "It's still rather tender."

Wesley nodded, acting convinced but one look in his eye would tell that the young agent was far from persuaded. He knew something was wrong but Blaine rarely admitted when something was wrong, let alone the reason something was.

They sat in silence for close to another thirty minutes and Blaine coughed gently, the first sound other than dripping in what seemed like an age.

"Thank you for the tea, Wes." He said, standing suddenly and Wesley looked up to his best friend, following suite.

Blaine was wearing a large duffle coat that he pulled up so it covered all the way up to his ears and was tied with lace and bead style buttons all up along the front. It had the softest faux fur imaginable along the collar and the inside was laced with smooth silk. It was certainly warm enough for the rather chilly February morning.

Blaine said goodbye to his friend and turned his back. Wesley approached him but didn't dare to touch. "You never mentioned plans for your birthday this year." He observed and Blaine bit his lip. He had had plans, nothing to do with Wes however but now they were ruined.

"I don't feel much like celebrating this year." He said in a quiet tone and looked to his friend. "It's not like twenty-five is an important year anyway." He then left, closing the door behind him, deciding to just drive around for the remainder of the day. …..

Simone stood out of the car, her dress ever so slightly ripped from the rather rough manhandling from her date that evening. It was horrific, now more than ever as all she could ever think about while on her 'date' was Blaine. At one point, she excused herself to go to the wash room just to burst into tears the moment the door clicked shut behind her.

Now she staggered to Madam's chateau, one of the small heels of her cream, open toed shoes was broken. She stumbled along the pavement to the door which she banged on, her hand balled into a fist causing the loud thumping to ring around the inside of the business, deafening even the scratchy record player.

Madam glared to the door, knowing who that was and when she opened it the brunette stumbled in, looking worse for wear and unimpressed. A number of the other girls all stared to Simone who had once been so calm and regal and now hobbled through the room on broken shoes which echoed loudly thump, clonk, thump, clonk.

Madam called to the woman in a firm tone but Simone seemed to ignore her and just stormed up along the steps in a huff, her hands in fists at either side of her body. Madam Dupont looked to the girls, demanding they all return to what they were doing. Once all eyes were away from both herself and Simone, she bunched up the many petticoats of her jade gown and marched after Simone, managing to catch the tottering young woman.

"Get inside." Madam insisted, having stood in front of the brunette and pushing open the door of a thankfully open room. She spoke through her teeth, her mouth twisted so it was neither a smile nor frown but somehow so much more sinister than either could have been.

Simone bent down, pulling off both shoes before she walked into the room. The moment the door clicked behind them the brunette pulled off the wig and Kurt spun around.

"How very dare you!" Madam Dupont gasped, shuffling over and snatching the hairpiece away, attempting to put it back on but Kurt darted from her prying hands and turned his back on her. "You will put this on right now."

"No, I will not." He said in a gruff, manly tone and the older woman hushed him, glancing to the shut door as if terrified someone could possibly be listening.

Kurt sat with his arms folded across his rather slender body, the prosthetic breasts sitting on top of his doubled over arms as he stared out the window.

Madam sighed. It was difficult, their current situation. She somehow had to maintain an era of fear with the young man while also catering to the minimum of his demands. She couldn't risk him being exposed or her business would surely go to shambles.

"Kurt..." She said in an ever so slightly nicer tone of voice, sitting beside him and touching his knee. She felt him tense, obviously not used to the touch of a woman, tender and soft even if said woman was the manipulative Madam Dupont. He moved his leg from her grasp and she glared to him but forced herself to remain calm. "You have a client..."

"I'm not going..." he said in a huff. "I can't…I simply cannot, I refuse…no more tonight..."

"Now you listen here, Kurt." Madam Dupont said, standing. "How would you feel if I was to go to Monsieur Anderson and tell him of your dirty little secret?" Kurt had tears in his eyes and looked up to the woman. "He's the reason I can't…I just cannot…please, you don't understand."

"What I understand is that you are foolishly in love with a man who will never love YOU! He will only love the fantasy you have let your life become." Madam shrieked, her eyes wild and flaring. She threw the wig upon his lap. "Now get ready! If you dare even think about any form of funny business, I will personally be delivering the news to Monsieur Anderson myself!" Kurt stood up, two long strides resulting in him standing chest to chest with Madam Dupont but still much higher than the old woman.

"You are an old hag!" He stated through gritted teeth, fisting the wig in his hands. "An evil, loathsome, vulgar witch!"

His cheek stung as with a loud smacking sound as her palm met his cheek causing it to glisten bright red. Kurt cradled his jaw as she stood, gazing to him with wide eyes. He was breathing deeply.

"Were you not a….lady.." he spat the word out reluctantly. "I would not hesitate in striking you." Madam looked to the gay man bravely, her chest puffed out as she inhaled some air.

"Yes, well Monsieur Hummel, I am a lady, which is far more than I can say…" She snatched the wig and put it upon his head. He just lowered his face and closed his eyes. "..for you…"

Soon the hairpiece was in place, Madam claimed she would leave him to go to his own room and change as he was to meet a suitor in a mere twenty minutes.

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A/N: I actually really love this chapter! Dialogue wise I think its one of my favs ever and I really love Sam in it x3 hope you guys liked it :) thanks for reading

OH BEFORE I FORGET! I have in my possession an RP that I did with a friend some time ago. She didn't seem 100% behind the idea of me putting it up on BUT she didn't mind me showing people it so I'm turning it into klaine and if anyone would like to read just pm me your email or tumblr it or something and I'll email you chapter by chapter :) its VVEERRRYYY OOC and AU it involves bad boy, dying his hair, drinking, likes rock and roll, experiments with light drugs, lip ring, bisexual but I like boys more-Kurt and kinda preppy, artistic Blaine, not to mention…they're step brothers XD its awesome, lots of drama, LOTS of slash so if you'd like me to send it to you each time I edit just get your email to me :)

It's actually easier if you perhaps email me? If you guys don't mind, my email address is [take out the spaces] chesterbenningtonlpfangirl hotmail . com

I'm particularly proud of have been a part of this RP, it's the most fun I've ever had and many scenes came out hot as hell XD I think some people would like it but..well email if you'd like :)

Love you all xxx