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The first thing Kurt saw when he came to was the ceiling of his bedroom and the concerned face of his fiancé. His pretty oblivious fiancé.

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

"Oh my gosh, you are awake" Vince squeezed his hand affectionately. "We were so worried about you, but the doctor told us that your dizzy spell had only been due to a lack of sleep and all the stress."

If only you knew the real reason, Kurt just thought bitterly. He was the worst fiancé in the world. Instead, he just smiled weakly.

"I am fine, Vince.", he reassured his fiancé instead. "I guess it was no good idea to write my vow all night long."

"Oh, Kurt", Vincent sighed, caressing his pale cheekbones. "I told you not to worry about it. But hey, no problem, we will just marry as soon as I got back from my business trip to Russia."

Kurt facepalmed. "Oh, right, the business trip." He buried his face in his hands. "And I just needed to ruin everything with passing out before I could even say yes. I am such a doofus."

"You didn't ruin anything, babe", Vince assured him, smiling faintly. "I knew from the beginning on that this short-term wedding was a bad idea. We just wait until we are ready, we will plan everything carefully next time. You will get the most perfect wedding you deserve. Because I love you and I want your best."

Kurt just sighed when he looked into the worried emerald eyes of his fiancé. The words 'I love you too' were stuck in his throat.

"Are they?"

He almost yelped when he saw none other than the naked man behind Vince, sitting on his desk and smirking. Okay, now, he had a towel wrapped around his hips, but that picture of him was seared into his brain forever.

"We both know that you don't requite his love, so stop lying to him."

Kurt threw him a killing glance, and when a confused Vince turned around, he frowned. "What are you staring at?"

"Oh, I just thought about the designs I still need to sketch. They are on my desk", Kurt lied quickly.

"Nice try, you still need to learn how to tell lies properly", the impudent stranger grinned, shaking his head. "As a teacher in training, I would grade you with a D+."

Kurt really would have loved to call him out for disturbing his time with his fiancé, but Vince was still sitting next to him, so he had no other choice than to bite his tongue and let gel head provoke him. He needed to get rid of Vince before he lost his temper.

"Would you be so nice and bring me some tea? Peppermint" He exaggeratedly fluttered with his eyelashes and smiled at him.

Vince took the bait and quickly got up. "Of course, babe. I will be right back."

As soon as he had closed the bedroom door behind him, Kurt furiously turned to the unnamed stranger, sitting up and crossing his arms. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

…

When Kurt asked that question, Blaine honestly couldn't answer it. He usually didn't act like that. Usually, he was the well-behaved, dapper, kind of nerdy guy next door.

Hell, he was the type of man that always helped those helpless grannies cross a street!

He had no idea what had gotten into him himself when he watched how this good-looking guy was about to marry that other guy he didn't even love.

Why he knew that Kurt didn't love that Vince-guy?

He just did, he had no idea, why. Or how that was possible.

Like, no idea.

Why did all those weird things keep on happening to him?

Besides, he was a hopeless romantic, he normally didn't tell people that were about to marry that their partners-to-be weren't the right ones. He set people up, he didn't destroy relationships, let alone weddings.

But for some reason, he acted like a self-righteous asshole around Kurt and still did.

Why didn't he just stop?

He didn't know the reason himself.

Holy moly, did he take the Last guys finish last quote too seriously after that disastrous relationship with Hunter?

"You don't fit to each other.", he said calmly even though that was the opposite of what he wanted to say. Why didn't he just go home and forget that whole thing? Instead, he was sitting on a stranger's desk, half-naked and talking about his love life as if he knew what he was talking about.

"Blaine, right?", Kurt hissed icily.

"How…?"

"To a certain extent, I can hear what you are thinking", Kurt reminded him gruffly, flaring his nostrils angrily.

Blaine didn't know why, but for some reason, he found it sexy.

"Stop finding me sexy, goddammit!", Kurt snapped, his eyes narrowed more and more. "I am engaged."

"Now, you want to forbid me to think? And to feel emotions?" Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "Did you already listen to yourself? That's not realistic, we both know it."

Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Kurt stared at the dark-haired guy, not quite knowing what to say.

Exactly at that moment, Vincent decided to enter the room with a cup full of hot tea in his hands. "Here's your tea, darling", he purred, putting the cup onto his nightstand. He lustfully looked at the spot next to Kurt on his bed.

"Seems like your fiancé is horny", Blaine noticed, smiling amusedly. Dammit, stop talking now, Anderson, before you say something you will regret soon. "Is he good in bed?" For that sentence, Blaine would have loved to slap himself hard across the face.

Because that was the final straw. With a fake smile, Kurt said to Vince: "Would you please be so nice and tell Finn to come see me?"

Confused, Vince cocked his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Please, Vince." Again, Kurt fluttered with his eyelashes and threw his fiancé a pleading glance. "I need to talk to him. It's important."

"Fine..." Kind of disappointed, Vincent left the room again.

"Congrats, you are not dead", Finn said thirty seconds later when he entered the room. He looked over to where Kurt was staring – and started smirking. "Oh, hey Blaine."

"Hi, Finn", Blaine greeted him, and got up to fist-bump with him (kind of).

"You know each other?", Kurt asked the duo, aghast.

Finn and Blaine nodded. "We met shortly after you passed out during the wedding", Finn explained. "I was at the toilet when it happened, too bad, it would have been nice to film it. That guy asks Kurt whether he wants to marry Vince and he just faints!"

They both snorted with laughter, and Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's not funny! What were you thinking when you got out of the pool nakedly?!"

"Dude, you were naked?", Finn asked Blaine, his eyes widened.

"I thought I was alone", Blaine shrugged, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

For a while Finn was silent. But then, he slapped his thigh and laughed louder than before. "Keeps on getting better and better! He faints after having seen your balls!"

"Ha ha, really funny, Finn", Kurt answered dryly. "This can't get any worse, can it?"

"Did I just get it right, you fainted because you have seen him naked?", a blond guy with a mohawk-haired guy in tow who just showed up out of nowhere suddenly spoke up.

"Sam, Puck!" Finn walked over to them to give them a fist-bump as well.

Kurt just gaped at the laughing trio. "And who are you?"

"Puck. Cop from New Orleans."

"My name's Sam", Sam answered. "I am from Honolulu."

"Let me guess, Hula dancer?"

The surfer gasped for air, indignant. "What a cliché!"

"No, he is a surfer, white boy", a certain black woman who also just showed up, explained. She frowned. "Why are they all laughing?"

Kurt kind of met her during his wedding preparation when he didn't know what tie to choose. To be honest, she had been a great help, and he had started to like her, that's why he didn't want her opinion about him to change. "Nothing, Mercedes", he said quickly. "Just forget it, okay?"

Mercedes looked even more curious now. "Oookay…I will find out sooner or later, it's not like I cannot read your mind."

"Only at special occasions", Kurt corrected her, looking down sheepishly.

"But I know what you are feeling right now", Mercedes pointed out, grinning. "And you kind of feel ashamed."

"He fainted during his own wedding because he saw hobbit's nuts", Santana who was sitting on the bed of Kurt all of a sudden, explained while she painted her nails. "His mind couldn't take it."

"Oh." Mercedes did everything in her power not to laugh.

"You know I can sense your amusement, right? Et tu, Mercedes?", Kurt pouted. He sighed resignedly. "Okay, just go on. Laugh as much as you want to."

So Mercedes joined the laughter of Sam, Puck, Finn and Santana while Kurt just glared at the five of them and threw a smug looking Blaine killing glances.

"I so hate all of you."

Rachel carefully tried the dance steps she wanted to show to her students the next lesson. Yes, if she didn't exaggerate, she could even dance an entire choreography, but she wouldn't be able to do the dancing routine all the Broadway performers needed to undergo day by day.

It was heart-breaking.

Sighing deeply, she sat down on the floor and buried her face in her hands.

"Must be hard to give up a dream, right?"

When she looked up, she saw a black woman sit next to her on the floor, wearing a lab coat.

"I am Mercedes", she said before Rachel could even ask. "From San Diego. And as I can see, you are in New York, right?"

Rachel nodded. "My name's Rachel", she introduced herself. "And yes, that's New York. Juilliard, to be specific."

Mercedes whistled impressedly. "You are a dance instructor?"

The petite brunette nodded. "I wanted to be a Broadwaystar, but thanks to my injury…"

"…you needed to give your dream up." Mercedes sighed. "Yeah, tell me about it."

Rachel looked at her quizzically. "You also gave your passion up, right?"

"Kind of", Mercedes admitted. "Since I was little, I wanted to become a singer. One of those great singers that inspired entire generations, like Aretha Franklin or Whitney Houston, or Beyoncé. But I changed my mind and became a vet instead."

"Is it really what you want to do?", Rachel asked her compassionately.

She shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea. Yes, I also like working with animals, but sometimes…sometimes, I wonder whether I have taken the right decision."

Rachel sighed deeply. "My dads supported me from the beginning on when I told them about my future plans. But I wonder whether I should have done something different instead. If I had been an accountant, I never would have gotten that dance injury."

"That's not true, Rachel", Mercedes answered her back. "If you had been an accountant, you would have asked yourself for the rest of your life whether your decision had been the right one. But if I learned something, then that you always have to live your dreams without asking yourself later on what if I had done something else, without regrets. At least, you can still work on Broadway productions."

"And you still sing on stage at bars", Rachel commented. Her eyes lit up when something came to her mind. "It may be too late for me, but you still can make your wish come true. You are still young; you can change your life."

Mercedes just shook her head, smiling. "I don't think so. I am happy with what I do, singing in bars is enough for me. I guess dreams can change."

"Yes, that makes sense. I hope mine will change as well."

Leaning back and lying down on the floor, Rachel stared at the ceiling, Mercedes followed suit.

After a while, the petite brunette needed to smile. "Thanks for talking to me, I guess I really needed that without knowing it."

"That's why I landed in that studio all of a sudden", Mercedes frowned. "Maybe our subconsciousness was at work."

"Whether the two of us would have been friends if we had met at high school? Or at college? We had similar dreams…"

Mercedes laughed shortly. "I am sure we would have fought over the soli at glee and hated each other."

Rachel needed to laugh as well. "That perfectly makes sense."

When Quinn quickly rushed to her room before Frannie could baby her again because of her bruises, she sighed tiredly, leaning her head against the door and taking a deep breath once she got rid of her high heels.

"Long day?", a nice voice next to her asked.

"Hello, Tina", Quinn said without having turned her head. "What brings you to my place? You know, I just want to be alone now. Maybe put on a relaxing playlist and take a bath, but without company. So would you please leave now?"

Tina threw her a sheepish glance. "I don't know, how. Maybe you need someone to talk and I landed here." She leaned forward curiously. "Where does the shoe pinch?"

Quinn shrugged. "I have no idea, there is nothing that is worrying me, okay?"

"Are you sure?", Tina asked her with a knowing glance. "I know you keep on thinking about a certain man."

"Okay, okay." Quinn threw up her hands exasperatedly. "I think I'm about to fall for Puck. Puck of all people! I mean, he usually isn't my type, not to mention that he is on the other side of this continent!"

Tina's face lit up. "But that's great, right? Puck is a cop, and he is hot as hell. Okay, maybe kind of badass, but girls usually do like bad guys, don't they?"

"Firstly, I am no girl, I am a grown up twenty-six-year-old woman", Quinn corrected her firmly. "Secondly, I can't fall in love with someone who is so far away from me. Long distance relationships never end well, that's a fact. And thirdly, I don't even know whether he likes me back."

"There is one way to find out", Tina suggested giddily, wiggling her eyebrows in a naughty way.

Quinn fervently shook her head. "No. No, I won't read his mind to find out what he thinks about me. I would never go so low."

"You don't need to" Tina started smirking schemingly "But what about me? If I do it and tell you about it, it's not quite the same."

The blonde still looked not convinced. "But that feels like cheating at a video game", she sighed. "And I never cheated in my life before. No, I need to do this the normal, old-school way."

"Which is?", Tina wanted to know, making a mental note to write those details down for her next novel. All these happenings were a goldmine for an aspiring author like her.

"Swallow the bitter pill, which means that I just talk to him and ask him whether he likes me back."

Tina groaned disappointedly. "I feared that you would say that. Now that I have been looking forward to spying on Puckerman's mind."

Quinn got up, walked over to her closet and retrieved her fleecy and red bathrobe. "If you excuse me, I have to do what a woman has to do every now and then."

The author blushed. "Are you…are you talking about…?"

"Oh my gosh, of course not!", Quinn who had read her mind, exclaimed, facepalming. "I was talking about going down to the living room, grab a big cup of Ben and Jerry's Netflix and Chill'd and have a movie night with my big sister." She threw Tina a strange glance who blushed even more, and shook her head in amusement. "So much for still waters run deep. It's always the quiet ones."

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