He walked into the prescient with a mission, pulling her into Seely's office and shutting the door behind them.
"Peter?" She looked at his face, trying to once and for all decide what this was all about.
"I'll out you." He said firmly.
"You plan on announcing it?" She shook her head at him like he was an idiot.
"It could come out." He whispered.
"Yeah okay. This is my girlfriend Christina and she's a recovering addict.. Oops! Yeah.. I see how that could happen." Her voice was angrier than it should have been. "All this time I thought you didn't like me."
"Why the hell wouldn't I like you?" His voice rose to her angry pitch.
"You stopped calling. You stopped coming to my meeting. You didn't return my calls..." She chucked a finger free of her fist for each reason.
"You knew my brother, Chris. It was way to close. I told him I'd met a girl at a meeting that I really-." He stopped and looked at the wall.
"Really what?" She whispered.
"You had just gotten out of Narcotics. Do you have any idea what they would have put you through if they found out about-." He ranted, ignoring her question.
"That you really what, Peter?" She said more forcefully.
"Cared about." He practically shouted. She smiled.
"You're not going to out me." She whispered. "No one will know."
"They'll think I'm bad news for you." He told her taking a step closer.
"No one thinks that." She assured him reaching out her hand and putting it on his shoulder. "No one."
"I ruin everything I touch." He whined, as she moved her hand to cup his cheek.
"No you don't."
"I.. You.."
"I'm not Allison. I'm working a good program Peter. I'm clean." She felt him tremble when he mentioned his dead wife's name. "I'm not like Allison."
He nodded slowly, wrapping his hand around her wrist. She took the chance and kissed him on the mouth. She was almost surprised when she felt him press against her, returning the kiss.
"Okay?' She whispered as their faces parted.
"Okay." He told her pressing his forehead to hers.
"What brought this on?" Santana asked pressing her lips together.
"Woody's leaving." He said flatly, making no motion to move from their spot.
"What?" She tightened his grip on her.
"He's going back to Wisconsin. It's over." She watched his eyes.
"Oh my God." She closed her eyes and listened to him breathe.
"Yeah." He said softly
"So Carpe Diem?" She breathed.
"Something like that." He grinned kissing her again.
Felix's POV
He leaned forward against the railing again looking back down the long street until he was sure. He shook his head, watching the old blue Dodge move slowly down into the alley.
"Bloody Hell." He muttered picking up his phone. "Lock your door." He told the woman on the other end, before hanging up and dialing another number. "It's me. Yeah, she's defiantly being followed. An older man, in a blue dodge. I think he's a cop. He cases her like a cop. Yeah. Okay."
Felix leaned back against the railing of the hotel balcony and watched the driver of the Dodge watch his charge's door.
"Bloody Hell."
They were going to have to move soon and she wasn't going to like it.