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When Blaine blinked, he saw himself sit at a meeting table with people he had never seen before in his life. He looked around, realizing that he was in a room whose walls were transparent glass panes on the left side, the walls on the right side were covered with photos of famous models wearing exquisite looking clothes.

A middle-aged woman with dirty blond hair was standing in front of the whiteboard, talking and showing them diagrams and sketches of clothes.

"Blaine?"

Blaine blinked again when he heard that voice. Actually, he had been sitting at the university's coffeeshop with his two friends, he had no idea why he just pictured himself being somewhere else.

"What's up with you lately?", Wes asked him worriedly.

"Yeah, you have been acting weird", David agreed.

"Nothing, nothing", Blaine waved it off and rubbed his eyes. "I just didn't get enough sleep I guess."

"Or is it because you didn't fully digest the breakup with Hunter yet?", Wes asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Blaine fervently shook his head. "No, no. Besides, I was the one who broke up after he cheated on me for the fifth time."

"Unbelievable how you could be so patient with him", David said, shaking his head as well. "We told you for months that he was an unfaithful asshole, but you wouldn't listen."

"Sometimes, love makes people blind", Wes reasoned, sighing deeply when he thought about his own relationship.

Blaine threw him a pitiful glance. "Still didn't get over Bree?"

Wes grimaced, and David consolingly patted his shoulder.

"Bree was such a slut, just like Hunter", David spat. "They don't deserve good guys like you. You were too good for them, but nevertheless, you fell for them."

"Isn't there a saying?", Blaine thought out loud, taking a sip of his Medium Drip. "Opposites attract?"

Wes and David laughed loudly at that. "That's nonsense, and we all learned it the hard way", Wes said bitterly and pursed his lips.

"Except for me", David pointed out, whereupon Blaine and Wes threw him killing glances so that he bowed his head.

Blaine sighed when he checked the time on his phone. "I need to get going, my next classes start in five minutes, and the lecture hall is on the other end of the building." He got up, gathering his things and stuffing them into the bag.

"But don't overwork yourself again, okay?", Wes made him promise. "We don't want you to end up depressive or something."

Blaine grimaced. "Don't worry, I am grown up, I can handle it, Mr. Psychologist that didn't sleep three days in a row to hand in a perfect essay.", he winked.

"That was only once!", Wes protested.

"And what about the time where you begged your lecturer to rewrite your thesis because you got a B+ and not an A?", David commented, smirking.

"Or the time where you forced another professor to recount the points of your exam because you missed the A just because of 0.21 points?", Blaine reminded him with a grin on his face.

Wes groaned. "Just because I forgot the equal sign at one of my calculations, that was not fair! And who wants a Psychologist that got bad grades as a student?"

"It's not like people would want to see your diploma after you graduated from university, Wes", Blaine pointed out.

David laughed. "I thought you needed to get going?"

"Crap, I totally forgot about it because of Wes' pettiness."

He and David high-fived while Wes pouted. "Get lost before I bite your head off, Anderson."

"As if, Montgomery". Blaine winked before he walked out of the door. "You are as aggressive as a teddy bear."

He could see how Wes playfully flipped him off before he left the coffeeshop.

"Ms. Jones? Mercedes? Are you still here?"

Dr. Schuester snapped his fingers in front of her face when Mercedes dreamily brushed the fur of the poodle in front of her.

"Mercedes!"

Mercedes snapped out of her thoughts and looked up. "Oh, I am so sorry, Dr. Schue, I just…"

"Is it about a man?", the doctor asked curiously, smiling. "Did you finally find love?"

"Yes and no", Mercedes answered, also with a smile on her face that just wouldn't vanish. Indeed, she and Sam had talked over their phones until they realized that they actually could talk to each other without devices.

He had accompanied her home where they both lied on her bed and talked (yes, she was aware that he wasn't really lying in her bed but on his in Hawaii, but she kind of could feel his presence anyway.)

Whether she was freaked-out about that?

Not in the slightest.

It felt like that ability to communicate with someone that was miles away had always been part of her and she never noticed it before. When she asked Sam whether he felt the same, he agreed with her.

They talked and talked and talked until they got tired and just fell asleep next to each other (kind of.)

"Do I know him?", Dr. Schuester wanted to know.

"I really doubt that", Mercedes said evasively, putting down the hairbrush for dogs. "He is not from here." She really needed to change the topic before he started asking more detailed questions about Sam. "How are your children?"

Dr. Schuester smiled knowingly. "I know what you are trying, but I will play along anyway." He retrieved the boxes with the syringes and started checking their needles one by one. "Yesterday was Daniel's first school day, but he already made new friends."

Daniel was Dr. Schuester's cute six-year-old son, Mercedes had seen him a couple of times when he and his mother had picked up their father/husband from work.

"That's what I call a pretty convivial boy. " She needed to grin. "And how are Molly and Lucas?"

"Lucas learned how to calculate with easy additions and Molly's speaking abilities improved as well. She said she wanted to become a vet", Dr. Schuester told her proudly.

"Just like her daddy", Mercedes laughed. "I am sure she will be a great successor."

Dr. Schuester rubbed his neck to hide his blush. "She is only three years old; we will find out whether you are right in twenty to thirty years. Whether she has other passions."

"Would you support her if she didn't want to step into your footsteps?", she asked tentatively and couldn't help but think about what her parents had told her fourteen years ago.

He nodded. "She is my daughter, but it's her life. She has the right to live her life the way she wants to. I would be a little disappointed if she didn't become a vet, but I would accept her decision."

Mercedes just nodded thoughtfully.

"Why were you even asking?", Dr. Schuester asked, interested. "Molly is too young to worry about her future job, isn't she?"

"I was just curious", Mercedes said quickly, quickly turning to the meds again to sort them after their expiration dates.

No, she didn't just picture herself with Sam in the future. They were practically strangers. And even if she did, that was just wishful thinking, Sam was a professional surfer on an island far away from her that just happened to be connected to her telepathically, nothing more.

Right?

"Why the hell did you want to organize a wedding within one week?", Finn whined for the hundredth time when he, Vincent and Kurt watched the employees of the event management agency prepare the hall for the wedding party. "That's so on short-notice."

"Because Vince needs to go to Siberia to model for Mrs. Wright's new collection", Kurt explained to Finn for the hundredth time, rolling his eyes. "He will stay in Russia for at least one month and we don't want to wait that long."

"That's one of the disadvantages of marrying a top model", Vincent sighed. "I have to travel a lot. But hey, it won't be forever." He pecked Kurt on the cheek and turned around, glancing down his clipboard. "I will go check whether they have arranged the tables the right way."

"Am I the only one that finds this insane?", Finn wondered, and Kurt threw him a killing glance. "I mean you and Vincent only know each other for a couple of months."

"These months were enough for me to decide whether I want to spend the rest of my life with him", Kurt scoffed. "I love Vincent."

To be honest, he wasn't so sure about that anymore. He wasn't sure whether he was in love with Vince or whether he was in the love with the concept of marrying. But he kept on telling himself that he was only nervous because of the big day.

Finn lifted his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I got it."

"You better leave him alone, bud, before he scratches your face", another voice behind them said amusedly, and the duo turned around.

"Dad!", Kurt called out when he saw him standing at the doorway. He rushed over to his father to give him a hug.

"Burt? I thought you were in San Fran?", Finn said, clearly surprised about his visit.

"Do you really think I let you down with planning my son's wedding?", Burt grinned. "Even though I was surprised about your short-term wedding. I don't know you that spontaneous, Kurt."

At that moment, Rachel decided to turn up, well, only for Finn and Kurt. "What are you doing?", she asked, sitting down on one of the chairs.

Kurt facepalmed. That was all he needed, a telepathic visit from annoying Rachel.

"You are aware that I can hear your thoughts as well now?" Rachel pouted, kind of fed up. "I am not annoying at all." Being able to read each other's minds was new, and to be honest, Kurt kind of found it scary how they didn't know each other a couple of days ago and were now able to hear each other's thoughts. But admittedly, it could be practical at times.

"Yes you are!", Kurt answered her back.

And blushed when both, his dad and Vince, were staring at him as if he had just gotten insane.

"That's…that's one of the symptoms of all the stress because of the wedding", Kurt stuttered, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "Talking to myself."

At that moment, an Asian woman came walking in, joining Rachel. "Who are you?", Rachel asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

"My name is Tina, I am from Oregon.", she introduced herself, sitting down on the chair next to the petite brunette, well, at least she did in their heads. "I already met a Latina called Santana that is from …"

"Mexico?", Finn guessed, and Burt looked at him as if he just spoke Mandarin.

"You are all racist assholes", a Latina who just appeared out of nowhere suddenly spoke up, scowling. "I am not from Mexico. Okay, I am, but I live in Florida."

"There are more of us?", Rachel asked the women while Finn and Kurt just stared at them.

"Why do they keep on staring at the chairs over there?", Vincent asked Burt quietly.

His future father-in-law just shrugged.

"I can sense it as well", Tina commented with a frown. "It's not only the five of us. We are a larger group I guess."

"Yeah, not creepy at all", Santana muttered sarcastically. "And I thought heroine made me see weird things."

"You took drugs?", Rachel asked her, hands on her hips. "That's not okay. If I got it right, we all share our consciousnesses. I don't want yours to pollute mine with drugs."

"Shut the fuck up, dwarf", Santana hissed with gritted teeth. "I only did drugs once when I was twenty-two, so that's four years ago. And I will never do it again. As a stripper, I need a clear head."

"You are a stripper?!" Rachel gasped for air. "Hell, no! Why can't you be someone like Barbra Streisand? Or…"

"Be quiet!", Kurt suddenly shouted, already annoyed about their pointless conversation.

Everyone from the management team plus Vince and his dad turned their heads.

Kurt started blushing. "I…I'm sorry. I…I didn't mean you, of course."

"Kurt, babe, are you okay?", Vince asked worriedly.

He nodded shortly. "Yes." When he blinked, he saw that the three women had disappeared. Finally. "Now, I am."