Episode 17, Chapter 1:
In our modern age, when you can call someone and can't find them, you can pretty much be sure they'll get the message. But if they don't call you back, it usually means they don't want to be found.
Blaine avoided Kurt's calls. He wasn't ready to speak to him just yet. He couldn't believe how easily the other boy was able to lie to him. He was constantly living in half-truths, and he didn't know if he could keep up pretending like it was okay.
Kary had really hurt him, but he knew he couldn't reach out to him again, especially after what he did in the past to Kurt. He'd been so nervous when Kurt had been receiving those packages and knowing they came from Dave Karofsky brought a sour taste to his mouth
Blaine suddenly sprung up from his bed. There was another he could reach out to for the answers that Kurt refused to share. He still had the number on his phone, although he should have deleted it months ago.
He went to send a text, but he realized it would be too easy for the other to lie. No, that wouldn't do. He needed to hear his voice.
"Blaine, wow, I thought you'd completely forgotten about me after you never called me back," the voice said smoothly.
"You can cut the niceties, Sebastian Smythe. I know who you are."
"Oh wow, Kurt finally came clean then. I'm impressed. I didn't think he had the guts. Why are you calling me then?" Sebastian asked coolly. Blaine was suddenly afraid he would lose his footing and his spot on the offensive.
"I'm going to ask the questions here," he replied sassily. "I want to know why you bumped into me back in December and what you have against Kurt."
"Okay, alright I'll tell you all about it... just, meet me at the coffee shop where we first met. I'm sentimental like that. Meet you there in an hour."
"Wait a second—" Blaine began but was interrupted as Sebastian suddenly hung up.
Blaine was struck. He didn't know what to do. Should he humor the sneaky liar? Of course, he knew he shouldn't, but unfortunately, Kurt hadn't left him with any other available options. He knew Sebastian wouldn't answer if he tried calling him again. Blaine dragged his feet, but he knew it had to be done. He was determined to get his answers.
Sebastian was seated when he got there. Blaine didn't plan on staying. He kept telling himself not to get caught up in whatever the pretty boy said. He waved at him from his chair.
"Look, I don't plan on staying long. I didn't want to come at all, but you said you'd talk. I promise that if I hear you tell me one lie, I'm leaving."
Sebastian smirked and raised his right arm.
"Scout's honor," he said and slid the curly-haired teen a grande coffee. Blaine looked at it skeptically but reluctantly sat down. He was dressed in a red Gant Rugger Ribbed cardigan over a black button-down with red pants. [Against all odds] "See that wasn't that hard. You still look as cute as the last time I saw you."
Blaine warmed and forced down a smile.
"Cut the B.S., Sebastian. I'm here to know more about Kurt and why you hate him and why you lied."
"Kurt's a bore, it was a poorly-decided vendetta. My last little crack at him at the cotillion is the last game I'm playing with him. It cost more than it was worth, believe me. He's not an interest of mine anymore. You, on the other hand, are still worth claiming."
"If your plan is to use me to get back at him, you're barking up the wrong tree. Even with everything that's happened between Kurt and I, I have no intention on cheating on him."
"Hmm," he groaned aloud. "See, so those little tidbits are juicy. I will make a play for you, but I'll work up to that later. Tell me about this trouble in paradise. Kurt broke another heart," he laughed weakly. "What else is new?"
"I'm not talking about that so you can forget it, but maybe you can help me with something," Blaine said realizing a play he had never even considered. "Do you know who Dave Karofksy is?"
"Sorry, I can't say it rings any bells, but then again, I have a long history with Kurt, not a very deep one. Who is this guy?"
He doesn't really know how it happened, but Blaine ended up sharing the Dave story as much as he knew it.
"So, you're telling me somebody else named Dave Karofsky also hates Kurt and came up with the same idea to make up a fake identity to get to know you? Really takes the wind out of my idea now that someone else stole it. I guess he's the copycat though so that doesn't make me feel worse," he said aloud matter-of-factly. "Gosh, how many people have it out for Kurt? It's moments like this where I would sincerely reconsider this relationship you've got going on. You've got a target on your back."
"What does that even mean?"
"Well, you're just a bit too trusting, definitely not cut out for the long game."
"Well then I guess I'm done talking to you, right?" Blaine rose from his chair annoyedly.
"Hey, come on. Hold on a second. I already said I don't care about Kurt anymore. I have nothing left to put into that stupid, petty feud. I give you my word that I will not be barking up that tree. It's overdone and tired out."
"Really?"
"Really," he answered. "Maybe it's possible to put this all behind us. Start fresh. We could actually get to know each other. I wouldn't mind taking you out for drinks. I'm sure you're a hell of a party animal."
"I don't think that's going to happen."
"You're single now, aren't you?"
"That hasn't really been confirmed or anything—" he said defensively.
"Then, what are you afraid of?"
After breaking up with Rachel, for real this time, Finn hoped his brother would be home to comfort him through the worst of it. He ate a whole pint of ice cream waiting for him to come home. In the morning when Kurt still hadn't shown up, he covered for him with Carole before she went to a final catering meeting for her wedding with Mr. Puckerman. Once she left, Finn knew he needed reinforcements. As awkward as it might be to call Quinn, no one knew Kurt better than Quinn, besides himself. He would have called Blaine too, but he was too worried that Rachel would be there and try to talk to him.
Quinn came over 30 minutes later no questions asked. She wore a red cardigan, cream white Anthropologie Lynx & Leo dress and brown Anthropologie Feather-Clasped Belt. [Silly loves song: Finn and Quinn kiss] He caught her up on the situation. She hadn't heard anything either.
"He hasn't answered a single call or text. You don't think he's on a bender, do you? He's been really good this year."
"I have no idea. He could be mugged or in a ditch somewhere. I even reached out to his driver, but he hasn't seen him in days because Kurt started taking the subway more," Finn said.
"Okay, this is what we'll do: you're going to call some friends. Maybe he went drinking with someone new. You're going to ask about his whereabouts delicately, while I meet my contact at the police department to see if there's any hits."
"Why do you have a cop contact?"
"Ever since Sam's dad went away, I've just been staying on top of possible updates..."
"Sorry, I'm sure it's a touchy subject with you."
"Sam and I are very much over. It was bound to happen eventually. We never really had fireworks," she said. He nodded showing he was listening.
"Rachel and I are over too, for good. It's different now. I'm hoping to move on too."
"I hope you do..." she said.
They stared at each other. After a beat, she rose quickly.
"I'll make some calls. You have work to do," she stomped off without another glance.
Kurt woke up in a bed he didn't recognize, in a room he hadn't seen before. He turned cautiously over to see a figure lying next to him and immediately thought the worst. He couldn't have cheated on Blaine?!
No, no, no this can't be happening! He thought to himself.
Kurt threw his legs over to the ground and found the floor was littered in liquor bottles. He didn't typically drink that much, and he knew for sure he didn't drink whiskey. The only person he knew who drank hooch was... Sam's mom?
Now thoroughly invested in solving the mystery of where he was and who he was with, he gathered his courage to peek under the covers and was shocked by who he found.
Yes, it was Mrs. Rhodes.
With the rustle of the bedsheet, her eyes, lined in poorly applied eyeliner, opened.
"Well, hey there handsome!" Kurt's eyes widened as her raccoon makeup stared at him.
After she stumbled off to the bathroom, Kurt began to remember the details of last night, and he was entirely positive that no matter how drunk he was, he never would have ended up in a woman's bed unless of course he was too wrecked to get up. Only party animal, April, could get him to a point where he'd throw up on a random poor woman's shoes.
To the best of his knowledge, the order of events for the night before went this way.
After his horribly awkward conversation with Blaine about Karofsky, Kurt was terribly worried things would end badly between them, even though they loved each other. It just so happened that the bar where he went to find solace was frequented by April. It was the only spot she liked to drink at when choosing not to clear out her stash at home.
At some point in the night, Kurt offered to bring her back safely to her home. As he tried to help take off her shoes and tuck in for good, she got a hold on him, and he landed next to her in bed. He didn't have the will to get up, and April still had a lot to say.
As Kurt tried to remember what juicy secret April had let slip last night, she returned looking halfway a different person in a sweet D&G Short Cherry Print Dress with her favorite D&G Chiffon Cherry Logo Print Foulard scarf around her neck. [Rumours] Kurt's eyes revealed that he noticed her dressing speed.
"I'm good, aren't I?" she addressed to herself. "It's 10 am, and I'm still drunk!" she laughed, "I can go for some toast. Want some?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied.
"Sounds great! I'll order, set you up nice, and then you'll be off for another purr-fect day!" This whole experience was just too weird for Kurt, who quietly followed her out until she made a u-turn at the door. "Let's keep the whole business about Stevie and Stacey to ourselves. We don't want Sam knowing about that, alright?" she said with a smile and continued to walk out her door in heels.
Kurt froze in shock. He now remembered what secret she divulged when they'd both been plastered last night: Sam had two secret siblings that the blonde didn't know about.
Of course, Kurt's first stop was to Quinn's. He needed a plan for what to do about Blaine, Karofsky, and Sam. He switched his clothes at home trying on a grayish blue Alexander McQueen Harness stretch shirt with a purple Alexander McQueen Skull scarf and his favorite Dr. Martens 9663 Lace-Up Boots. [Rose's turn] He was surprised to find Quinn on the same loveseat with Finn. It was all a bit too chummy. He'd never seen her cozy around Finn before.
"Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" Quinn called.
"Well, we haven't gone anywhere most of the morning, but I made like 20 calls," Finn said modifying Quinn's story. She didn't look impressed.
"Sorry Finn, I'm fine, but you should run along. I need to talk to Quinn about something."
"I thought we could find some time to talk. Things with Rachel are—"
"Finn, I'm really sorry, but can we talk later, tomorrow? Just let me deal with something pressing," he said plopping down next to Quinn.
"If you need my help, I can do whatever."
"Always chivalrous, that's truly wonderful, but no. Bye Finn," he said waiting until his brother had walked out the door and out of earshot. Kurt had a long story to tell.
"You spent the night in her room?"
"Trust me, I'm as shocked as you, and it wouldn't have happened if I was in a right state of mind. What do you think we should do about Sam?"
"We can't tell him, Kurt. It would break his heart."
"Quinn! How can you say that? He'd love to know he has 2 younger siblings. This is huge news for him."
"First of all, April told this to you in confidence so even telling me is a lot. Second, what can he do?"
"He can reach out to them himself. Quinn, this can be his shot at really having a family, or at least knowing there's more out there than what he's gotten stuck with. Will you help me?" Quinn thought it over for a minute; she wasn't automatically convinced. Kurt pleaded with her. His entire mouth upturned until she gave in.
Obviously, this would be hard because Quinn and Sam were not exactly on speaking terms.
To figure out how the two were going to confront Sam, Kurt and Quinn knew that coffee needed to be involved before they'd have any good plan. Unfortunately, at around the same time they got their fix, an anonymous tip was posted on Gossip Girl that Blaine was spotted getting coffee with a mysterious stranger so soon after their unhappy separation. Kurt wasn't about to let this go as Blaine hadn't answered one of his calls in the last 12 hours. Dragging Quinn along for a stop she wanted no part of, Kurt left to discover who it was.
~A.N. I'm back, bringing you the last two episodes of Season 1! I will be publishing Season 2 under a new Fanfic story name. I'm hoping for 'Gossip Glee Girl 2.' Whenever I'm done with Season 1 i.e. shared all chapters of Episode 18, I'll immediately open the next story so it's a smooth transition. Expect long waits in between chapters, but yes, it is happening! Let's get started in wrapping up this season!
