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Kurt searched through all of his accessories, slowly getting frustrated. Where the hell was his favorite scarf? Actually, he had been with his workmates Madelyn, Aisha and Tabetha, pregaming at Aisha's place before they would go out and party. He had told them that he had bought a scarf signed by Alexander McQueen and nobody believed him. So he decided to drive home to search for it and prove them he was right.

So there he was, searching through all of his things to find that darned garment.

What if he had left it at Vince's apartment? Vince would be back from Siberia in a couple of days.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt retrieved his fiancé's keys from his drawer and left his apartment, tripping a couple of times. Thanks to the alcohol in his system, he kind of felt tipsy already. He was so not in the mood for driving to Vince's apartment.

Vince's place was on the other end of Seattle and he needed an eternity to get there even though the Uber driver was practically speeding.

"Thank you", Kurt said with a wide smile "You will definitely get five stars."

The uber driver, a young man, grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks, dude."

He grabbed his coat and quickly got out of the car. The clock was ticking, he was supposed to meet with the girls in half an hour to go to a bar and continue their pub crawl. His friends hated it whenever someone was running late. Maybe only fashion designers were obsessed with punctuality.

When Kurt wanted to cross the crowded street, he halted in his tracks and squinted at the other end of the road. His jaw practically dropped to the ground.

Because he saw how Vince was passionately making out with a woman. When they both pulled away to breathe, Vincent searched through his pockets to retrieve his keys and unlocked the door. The woman turned her head, and Kurt recognized Harmony's face before she turned to Vince again to grab his face and kiss him. The both of them stumbled to the entrance door and entered the apartment complex without letting go of each other.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

His fiancé had an affair with his brother's girlfriend? What the hell?

Kurt felt how his bewilderment changed to outrage to…pain. He thought that Vince loved him, after all, they wanted to marry. Why didn't Vince tell him he was back from Russia? Why did he cheat on him? And why with Harmony of all people?

Where did he go wrong?

…

Once again, Blaine was grading the homework of his students with a cup of coffee next to him. Kind of sad he worked on a Friday evening.

But he was fine with that. After all, he wasn't sixteen anymore. He didn't have to be spontaneous and adventuresome anymore. His two best friends, Wes and David, weren't either.

Suddenly, someone came stumbling over to him. "Blaine!", this someone exclaimed, sounding happy to see him.

"Kurt?" Confused and surprised, Blaine turned around. Since when did Kurt come to him voluntarily?

"You were right all the time, and I was wrong", he told Blaine matter-off-factly "Vince is not the right one. You are, you were, all the time, and I was too stupid to notice it."

Blaine frowned at him. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"Never felt better", he answered. With a seductive grin, he pulled Blaine towards his bedroom. "Come on, Blaine, let's do obscene things." It almost sounded like a command. "Let's make gay sex. Now."

"Do I smell alcohol in your breath?", Blaine asked him skeptically. "Are you…are you drunk?"

Kurt stopped in his tracks and turned to him, looking serious. "I'm sober enough to know what I'm about to do now, Anderson. And don't lie to me, I know exactly you want it too." He continued tugging Blaine towards his bed. "Let's undress and whoop it up."

Blaine didn't know what to say. "This is crazy", he finally muttered. "You are crazy."

"Not crazier than I have been my entire life", Kurt said with a shrug. With that, he pulled him closer by his collar and started kissing Blaine relentlessly.

Blaine needed a couple of seconds to compose himself and requite the kiss. And a couple more seconds to pull away. "Kurt, we can't", he said softly. "You are engaged to Vincent."

Kurt just blinked unimpressedly. "Vince who?", he asked casually.

"Kurt, I'm serious."

"So am I." He grabbed Blaine by the face and kissed him again. "Vincent was unfaithful, with my stepbrother's girlfriend of all people, and I hate him for what he has done to me."

"You need to talk about all this first", Blaine countered. "Give him the chance to explain everything. Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

Kurt let go of him and threw him an incredulous face. "What the hell is wrong with you, Blaine!" He frustratedly went up and down his bedroom. "A couple of days ago, you turn my world upside down, telling me that you like me and that you will wait for me, and now that I want to be yours, you want me to reconcile with my future ex-fiancé?"

"Because I love you!", Blaine exclaimed, and Kurt halted in his tracks. "I don't want to see you hurt. I don't want you to take the wrong direction. If I can't make you happy but Vince can, so be it."

Instead of answering, Kurt turned around and walked to him – just to kiss him again. "Oh Blaine", he whispered into his ear. "Sometimes, you don't see the forest for the trees."

"What…what do you mean?", Blaine asked breathlessly.

Kurt smiled whimsically. "Let me show you."

They continued kissing and soon stumbled over to the bed, starting to undress each other.

Wes and David stood on the doorway to Blaine's bedroom, watching their friend…making out with himself and starting to put off his clothes. Their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"Oh boy", David muttered. "I've never seen someone that enthusiastic while satisfying himself."

"That guy seriously needs some hobbies", Wes muttered, shaking his head.

Quinn was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about, attorney chick?"

The blond turned her head, looking straight into Puckerman's eyes. "I'm thinking about what we have done. It was a big mistake."

She quickly got up, searching for her clothes and putting them on in record time.

Puck watched her from the bed. "And why was it a mistake? Even you need to admit that we were awesome."

"But it feels so wrong!", Quinn exclaimed frustratedly while she put on her white high heels. "Puck, this is insane! You are in New Orleans and I'm in Manchester, we literally live in different worlds. We can never be."

"Nonsense." Puck shook his head fervently.

Quinn groaned while she put on her blouse. "This isn't nonsense, Noah. According to statistics, 64% of all long-distance relationships fail."

Puck sat up in his bed, still grinning. "And how many of these people were Sensates? Probably zero percent." He got up and took Quinn's hands. "We are not like all of those couples out there. We are different, and we are more awesome. Don't let those pessimistic stats intimidate you, Attorney Chick."

The blonde bit her lower lip, still looking skeptical. "I don't know…"

"How can we know we will fail if we didn't even try?", Puck cut her off. "You don't just need to rely on what all these smartasses say."

"Fine!", Quinn finally gave him. "Let's give this a shot. But it's only a test run, okay?"

The cop victoriously pumped his fist in the air and cheered loudly.

"But it still feels wrong", Quinn muttered.

"It feels wrong?", Puck asked her impishly, getting up and tugging her towards her bed again. "Let's make it feel right."

Quinn hit him on his chest. "You're such a sex maniac, Puckerman", she scolded him playfully. "I love it."

"And you're sure you don't mind that I don't want sex for now?", Mercedes asked Sam between the kisses. The two of them were on the sofa in Mercedes' apartment, making out.

Sam looked up and shook his head. "I really don't mind, I already told you." He leaned in and wanted to kiss her again when suddenly –

"Mercedes?"

The two of them immediately jumped apart and Mercedes looked up like a deer caught in headlight when she spotted a certain woman in her living room.

"Mom?"

"What in god's name are you doing?", Naomi Jones asked her scandalously.

Mercedes exchanged panicked glances with Sam. This was going to be hard to explain.

"What are you doing here? How did you even come in?", she asked her mother quickly to change the topic.

"You always hide your second key under your plant, Mercy", her mother reminded her and shook her head disapprovingly. "That's basically an invitation for all those burglars. And I came to see how you are, I was close to your place, so I thought I could drop by."

Naomi looked around in her daughter's living room and sat down on her armchair. Mercedes and Sam didn't look so pleased about it. "So that's what you are doing instead of working on your doctoral thesis? Finger yourself?"

Mercedes really wished the floor would open underneath her and swallow her whole. Sam must have known what she was thinking and threw her a compassionate glance.

"Mom, whatever I do in my spare time is none of your business", she told her mother firmly.

Naomi grimaced. "I know, sweetie, and I'm sorry. Sometimes, I forget that you are a big girl now."

"I'm twenty-six!", she protested. "I already have a job and a stable income. And I even have my own apartment and a boyfriend!" Mercedes quickly covered her mouth after she had said that sentence, and Sam's eyes widened as well. Actually, she and Sam had never talked about their relationship status until now.

Her mom seemed to be surprised as well. "You have a boyfriend? Since when?"

Mercedes looked down sheepishly when she noticed that Sam was looking at her with interest as well. "Erm…for a while now, mom. It's kind of a long-distance relationship."

"And why didn't you tell me about it? You and I, we used to be so close. You told me everything about your life." Her mom looked disappointed, so disappointed it almost broke Mercedes' heart. But seriously, what was she supposed to say?

"You see, mom, I share a mental link with nine other people in this continent and I mentally made out with one of them a couple of times."

Nope, wouldn't do.

"And why not?", Sam asked her curiously. "If you and your mom are so close, she will understand."

Mercedes mentally turned to Sam, something they were able to do as of recently. "I can't tell her about this yet. I don't even understand this myself, Sam."

"Mercedes?" Naomi snapped her finger in front of her daughter, and Mercedes blinked and looked at her mother, focusing on what happened in reality again.

"Sorry, mom, I was just…thinking about something."

"And about what? Is there something else you are keeping from me?", Naomi wanted to know, sounding sad about it.

Suddenly, Mercedes heard herself say: "How about we all have dinner together, you, me, dad and my awesome boyfriend?"

These definitely weren't her words.

"Thank me later", Sam winked at her, and Mercedes threw him a killing glance - in her mind of course.

"What the hell was that for, Sam?", she hissed.

Sam shrugged. "She looked so sad and I wanted to cheer her up a bit."

In the meantime, Naomi's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea, Mercy! I'm so looking forward to meeting your little boyfriend. Is he white?"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, baby, I was just joking. I go with time so I'm colorblind." Naomi winked at her daughter who had buried her face in her hands in shame. "As long as he is a gentleman, we are all going to approve of that boy. For some reason, the young generation is only into whitebread."

Mercedes didn't dare to look into Sam's eyes again. Why couldn't someone just shoot her now? Because seriously, she would be thankful for a short and merciless death to spare herself any more embarrassments.