Episode 18, Chapter 1:

Love was not on Kurt's mind, or it wasn't the way he wanted to be. He was still reeling from his supposed break-up with Blaine, which seemed somewhat surreal. He had to push his other thoughts aside though because besides his devastating love, his mother was actually going to tie the knot, making her secret fling with Mr. Puckerman into a full-blown legal affair. Kurt had wanted to push off the wedding—forever—at least until the summer, but he didn't have much control, and she put him on a clock to get it done before Memorial Day so here they were in late May. He got away with missing the rehearsal dinner, but there was no way out of the actual wedding, not that he could actually find his mother in their apartment.

"Finn, do you know where's mom?"

"I don't know. She didn't come home last night?"

"God, I really hope she's not with Mr. Puckerman, but I guess she might be," Finn said aloud, grossed out at the concept. He'd gotten used to Puck, but that had nothing to say about his father. Kurt also looked squeamish. This was the worst wedding he was ever forced to plan.


Across town, Quinn woke up from her restful sleep and stretched her arms looking a bit like Cinderella as her hair, which had grown a bit, flowed down to her shoulders. The wiggling made her bed jostle and woke up a certain visitor. She nearly pushed him out of her bed as she flexed her arms. Puck rolled and caught himself before going over.

"What are you doing in my bed?" she lashed out with her tongue.

"Calm down, nothing happened! We were plotting how to get rid of Dave, remember?"

"Oh yeah, right," she acknowledged. "You weren't in my bed."

"Did you want me to hurt my back on the floor?" he asked genuinely.

"Maybe," she answered quickly. "Either way, it's morning, and you should go."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me twice. I won't stay where I'm not wanted, unless of course I am wanted?" he questioned and raised his brows curiously.

"Please leave," she huffed with a laugh. He took it kindly, strolling away slowly and giving her a slight wave.

"I'll see you at the wedding," she added carelessly. In response, they both remembered in the same moment and looked shell-shocked at each other. It wasn't the wedding that threw them for a loop, but the revelation Puck had come to after some intense questioning of the waitress from last night.

"Crap! I have a brother!"


"I'm so excited mom's coming back to town!" Rachel cheered happily. She wore a blue and white vintage Bobbie Bros plaid button-front dress and her favorite black Prada Patent Leather Buckle Pumps. [3x03] As she entered the kitchen, Blaine looked like hell, not having gelled or shaven that morning in his favorite blue Paul Smith Multi-Stripe pajama set. [Breakfast in bed scene]

"I'm surprised you want her around."

"This is something you may not understand about the feminine bond between a mother and daughter, but I really need her right now. As you know I was supposed to be Finn's date to his mother's wedding, but now that we're broken up, I can just focus on Maria this weekend," she let out all in one breath. It made her feel better, so she sighed. "I'm just happy she'll get to see me perform."

Rachel's true emotions were nearly concealed, so Blaine had almost missed it but, of course, she was still just as distressed as he was right now. After another beat, she continued, "I'm sorry about you and Kurt. Obviously, you were also going to the wedding, and the wound is still very fresh."

"You know it just doesn't seem real," he said pressing the button for the blender erratically, off-and-on. "I want things to be normal, but then I think of every time Kurt must have lied to me, and I can't even breathe. How do you consistently lie to someone you love?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "That's not the same problem, Finn and I have—had," she corrected herself. "It was my fault. I should have treated him better. I let things get out of control, and I lost him," she acknowledged. "I don't know if it's forever, but I deserve this."

"No, you don't," he said with a brother's kindness.

"You're just being kind. I know I've been different. I lost myself trying to win the girls' trust. They are actually my friends now, which is the craziest part, and just when I got them, I lose Finn. It's the universe playing games on me, I'm sure." Blaine was quiet, but he held her hand. "These guys really did a doozy on us, huh?" she said laughing and crying. His puppy eyes also melted with her. She jumped up so she could get a hug from her big brother.

"This is nice!" he said cheesily. She laughed again.

"We're going to have a good weekend, just us! We have two shows this weekend and then—I don't know—we'll eat popcorn and have a Natalie Wood marathon."

"That sounds amazing! You're going to kill it as Maria," he smiled.

"And you're going to have that audience eating out of the palm of your hand!"

"Do you want to have a quick vocal practice?" she teased him already moving to turn on the instrumental of one of their favorite songs. He laughed but was ready in the next moment.

"Tell me somethin', girl / Are you happy in this modern world? / Or do you need more? / Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for? / I'm falling / In all the good times I find myself / Longin' for change / And in the bad times I fear myself," he sang smoothly.

"Tell me something, boy / Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void? / Or do you need more / Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore? / I'm falling / In all the good times I find myself / Longing for a change / And in the bad times I fear myself," she took a breath before she began to belt. "I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in / I'll never meet the ground / Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us / We're far from the shallow now," she beautifully sang.

Together they sang, "In the shallow, shallow / In the shallow, shallow / In the shallow, shallow / We're far from the shallow now."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh / Whoahhh / I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in / I'll never meet the ground / Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us / We're far from the shallow now," she sang and he smiled lovingly.

"In the shallow, shallow / In the shallow, shallow / In the shallow, shallow / We're far from the shallow now," they harmonized to the end of the song.


Quinn didn't gravitate towards drama, though it seemed to gravitate towards her. She'd thought with the drama of Sam over she could strictly focus on the Karofsky situation. She trusted Kurt to take care of himself physically, but no one would be entirely safe until he was back in whatever hole he crawled out of. Q hadn't called Puck last night, but he'd shown up at her place late.

"If this is a booty call, you're better off visiting one of your sugar mama's or whatever you call those old broads you visit."

"I swear Quinn, this isn't like that," he said nervous and breathless. Confused, she let him in without a second thought. She had on a black headband and yellow, white and blue Nordstrom Klovis plaid dress with a small cobalt blue sweater with large brown buttons. [1x11] It didn't take him long to explain what was going on...

"My half-brother's name is Jake," he said still stunned by the news. "I should have guessed my father was a two-timing tramp, but not to tell me he had another kid and that I had a brother somewhere is messed up!"

"What are the odds that both you and Sam find out about your secret siblings in the same day?" she said airily curious.

"That's exactly why I can't go to Sam about this, he's got his own thing going on. I don't want to bother him with my news. Also, his siblings are way younger, and he might get to meet them. Jake's like 2 years younger and I don't know if I can see his face."

"I thought it was crazy when Kurt told me about Sam's family, and it would be impossible, but maybe it's not. What if you got to know your brother?"

"You really want to another Puckerman around?" he asked sarcastically.

"It's not about me," she smiled kindly. "I think it'd be good for you. You've got far too much testosterone, and you're always trying to be this alpha male, at least with a brother you can share that energy." Puck thought for a moment. Quinn was the smartest person he knew.

"Thank you, Quinn," he said genuinely. She was once again thrown off guard by his sincerity. It never failed to surprise her. "Let's get back to work on your problem. I've done my own research on Karofsky and with your beauty and brains and my brawn, we'll have him packing in no time."

Quinn couldn't deny that she wasn't upset that Noah Puckerman had dropped by.

They say love conquers all, but maybe love never met Noah Puckerman. Poor Quinn. Looks like our resident moral compass isn't such a straight arrow after all.


Sam got the address for an old motel from April. She warned him not to expect too much. He was on a bit of a time crunch, but he'd been waiting all night to go. Mary and Dwight answered the door together. Mary gave him a quick hug and wasted no time explaining what he needed to know.

She'd met Sandy years back and one special night led to her pregnancy. She didn't know he was married at the time, so when she came to him with news of her pregnancy, he'd forced her into a non-disclosure agreement right away. He paid out lump sum amounts for her to stay away. Obviously, this changed after he was arrested and April found out, and now, Sam. Thankfully, she'd had support; she met Dwight a year after she gave birth and the two got married not long after. He'd helped raise her children as his own. Since Sandy had been locked up however, the money had stopped coming in, and eventually financial troubles and unemployment forced them to sell their house.

The twins were out in the playground at the time, but when they returned, Sam finally met them. He spent the whole day in their company, but he knew it wasn't meant to last. His family was way more complicated than he'd like it to be, but it was his problem not theirs. He promised to keep in touch with Stevie and Stacey and be a good big brother if they ever needed him. Even though he didn't have much to his name, he'd done his research on a deed for a home in Riverdale in his name, not his father's, that he could give away. While his father might have final say since Sam was a minor, his father wasn't around and knowing Sandy would take a blow financially was more than enough for Sam to know he was doing the right thing so his siblings would have a place to live in that was theirs.


Kurt was swallowing the crudité available for the pre-ceremony reception back at their apartment. He was severely disappointed that he'd been talked out of a fondue fountain for the bite-size cube cheeses.

"I've been looking all over for you; where's your Lady Boy?" Sue Sylvester snuck up from behind him wearing a green and black Adidas Firebird Tracksuit. [2x17]

"Sue? You scared me! What are you doing here?"

"What did you think I'd miss the free snacks? I've gone to enough of these events for Carole that I know they'll have my favorites. And I think it should be me who's confused about where you've been since I don't think I saw you at the rehearsal dinner?" she asked menacingly.

"I skipped it actually. I was just trying to get over the break-up."

"Oh-no-no that won't do! What happened?" she asked a little too concerned with his love life. Kurt hesitated to answer.

"It's complicated. I don't think he's coming to the wedding. Things are too weird between us now."

"Did you even ask?" she asked him. Kurt prepared to roll his eyes, but she had a point.


Shelby decided to stay in a hotel rather than in the loft now that things had finally ended between her and Burt. It felt a lot easier for Blaine to keep his feelings about her arrival compartmentalized. In a way, he was happy that she would get to see him perform. She promised to be around for him all weekend, but he wasn't entirely sure that was what he needed.

He didn't expect any phone calls when surprisingly his special Kurt ringtone started.

"Kurt?" he asked as calmly as he could muster.

"Blaine, hi!" he said with too much enthusiasm. "I know we're in a weird place right now, but you're still like my best friend, and I don't know if I can get through this wedding without you around. Is there any hope you would come to the wedding still? Not as my boyfriend, but just as friends... is that too crazy?"

Blaine was overwhelmed.

"Um," he said aloud his mouth opening and closing carefully. "Sure," he bit his lip.

After getting off the phone, Blaine's heart was still beating rapidly. Shelby spotted him.

"Is everything okay?" she asked motherly holding his upper arms. She wore an emerald green Diane Von Furstenberg Billow blouse. [3x02]

"Yeah, Kurt still wants me to go to the wedding with him, just as friends. I said yes; that's okay, right?" he asked looking for some reassurance. Her face gave nothing away.

"As long as you're comfortable with it," she eventually said quietly and added a smile. He nodded for a moment. Suddenly realizing that he was nowhere near ready to go out, he raced over to his room. "Blaine?" she called, and he stopped at his door. "I'll give you a ride, alright?"


Quinn wasn't entirely sure that her plan would work to rid Manhattan of the pest that was Dave Karofsky, but it seemed like a good enough idea to let Karofksy Senior know his son was out of line and in the states when he should have been in the far-flung regions of Eastern Europe.

It wasn't all her doing. She had some help from Puck who was able to track down a timestamped video of Karofsky at the bar from the other night. It made her skin crawl just seeing his face on tape. She had the hard part of getting Paul Karofsky and Dave in the same place without the younger knowing he was about to be played. Quinn would have called in Blaine, but she knew things were tense there, and he'd been through enough as it is. Some were built for the dirty work, and others couldn't crack it. She borrowed Kurt's phone after his call to Blaine and left a text for a certain broad-shouldered bloke to meet at Central Park. If Dave had been a bit more cautious and humbler about his in-person harassment, then he would have been cleared. Unlucky for him, he had someone else waiting for him: his father.

The only thing feared by the spawn of Satan? Mom and Dad. Leave it to Quinn Fabray to know that bitches don't just happen. They're made, by parents even more wicked than their offspring.

Quinn handled her part of the puzzle with designing the bullying disappearing act for the ages—it was a shame no one else would ever know about it.


~A.N. So long Karoksky! You had a good run! Also, if you haven't heard the real life version of Shallow sung by Lea Michele and Darren Criss, you absolutely should. :)

As a reminder, we are one-ONE-final chapter from the end. Keep on lookout for a new story 'Gossip Glee Girl 2' if you've liked this so far. Thank you!