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Veronica stopped the car when she was sure she was far away from the crime scene. Her breath quickened, she had paled. Oh dear god, what had she just done?

Did she just hit and run?

When she had realized that she had hit the young man with her car, her first instinct had been to flee, that's why she had continued driving.

Tears were streaming down her face.

Gosh, what was she supposed to do now? On the rearview, she had seen that that guy was practically dead, he had no chance. Two other men were hurrying to his rescue, shouting the guy's name.

Dylan.

She was aware that there were a lot of Dylans in America, but she got a bad feeling in her stomach pit. Uncle Burt had said that Dylan was on his way to the Primavera. What if she had killed her own cousin? Veronica was close to hyperventilating.

She was a murderer.

Holy crap.

With trembling hands, she retrieved her phone from her purse and dialed the only number that came to her mind.

"What is it now?", the male voice said, annoyed.

Veronica let out a sob. "I have bad news. I…I think I just killed Dylan Ferguson."

…

Blaine refused to let go of his best friend for an eternity, but Cooper softly pulled him out of his embrace.

"You can let go of him now, Blainers", he said quietly. "He is already dead."

All Blaine could do was nod numbly. In the meanwhile, Cooper had brought him to the roadside, and Blaine didn't even notice when Cooper took the dead body with him and walked further into the woods. The only thing he did for the next ten minutes was rock himself back and forth while he sat on a tree trunk.

Dylan was his best friend; he had been like a second brother to him. Seeing him die was the most terrifying thing Blaine needed to witness so far. He doubted that he would ever get over this loss. He was scarred for life.

After he had dried his tears with a handkerchief, Blaine got up with shaky legs and looked around. Where was Cooper? He was gone for a while now.

At this moment, Cooper returned – but without Dylan, or his mortal remains.

"Where is Dylan?", Blaine asked, his voice sounded raspy so he cleared his throat.

Cooper looked down. "I…I buried him.

"You did what? " Blaine thought he had heard that his brother had buried their friend's dead body in a forest.

"I buried Dylan.", Cooper repeated.

Blaine stopped sobbing, looked up and irritatedly narrowed his eyes. "What…are you nuts?! You buried Dylan? Why?" Maybe the sadness about his death made Cooper insane.

"Haven't you heard what Dylan wanted us to do?", Cooper asked him, hands on his hips. "He wants you to become him. And that's impossible if there is a dead body."

"And you really want to do what he told us shortly before he died?", Blaine exclaimed exasperatedly. "Coop, I am sure Dylan couldn't think clear anymore. You don't think he was serious, do you?"

Cooper looked his brother deep in the eyes. "Listen, Blainers, that's what Dylan wanted before he…you know, what I mean. It would be kind of disrespectful if we didn't fulfill his last wish."

Blaine blinked when he realized that this wasn't about Dylan's last will. It was about Cooper. He could tell that Cooper was afraid. Afraid that his disease would kill him. That same disease already killed their mother, Pam Anderson.
But that new therapy all the doctors were talking about was promising, and also quite expensive. He couldn't just watch and let Cooper die. After all, he was his brother, and since their dad left them when they were kids, he was the only one Blaine had after Dylan passed away.

He sighed deeply. "Okay. But Coop, promise me one thing."

"Everything you want, Squirt", Cooper answered earnestly.

"After you are cured, we will stop this and tell everyone the truth about Dylan's death and about my identity."

He just did this to save Cooper, not to steal his best friend's identity. Hopefully, Cooper would remember this as well.

Cooper nodded. "Alright, little brother. We will come clean with everyone as soon as I got cured, I swear on our mother's grave."

"Good." Blaine wiped away his last tears and straightened up.

These had been the last tears he had shed because of his best friend's death.

Because from now on, he wouldn't be Blaine Devon Anderson anymore.
From now on, his name was Dylan Everett Ferguson.

…

"But that's not that bad", Veronica's conversing partner answered as soon as she was done talking.

"Not that bad?", Veronica screamed shrilly. "Are you kidding me? I just killed someone!"

"You didn't just kill someone, Ronnie", the man said amusedly. "You killed Dylan Ferguson. That's great news. Now, that you got rid of him, you will be next in line for getting the hotel parts."

"You are right", Veronica sniffled. "I didn't think about it this way."

"Just one thing", the male said quickly. "Make sure that people don't find out you have killed him, that would be disadvantageous."

"And how do I explain the bump on my car?"

"Easy", the man smirked. "Just do everything I tell you, and you will be out of the woods. You know, figuratively, but also literally."

Kurt was eating breakfast at the hotel's restaurant when Rachel came strutting over to him.

"Kurt! There you are!"

"Good morning, Rachel.", Kurt said tonelessly and took a big sip of his coffee.

He couldn't stand Rachel Berry, not only because of her heinous clothing taste. For some inexplicable reason, she became Finn's fiancée and therefore part of the family. And just because of that, she acted like she was the first lady of the hotel and bossed the employees around what made her one of the most hated people at the Primavera. Unfortunately, she had nothing better to do because since she didn't make it to Broadway, all she did all day long was whine and complain about it.

Kurt needed to shudder when he thought about that they were going to be family one day.

"What is it now you want to complain about?", he asked disinterested and looked back to his iPad, a hint to leave him the hell alone. "Did one of the chambermaids forget a micro dust particle while cleaning?"

Much to his disdain, Rachel didn't get the hint.

"Actually, it's not about the sloppy employees", Rachel said. "It's about Veronica. Have you seen her? All the bruises on her face? Did she get into an accident or something?"

Kurt looked up from his iPad. Veronica was hurt? Yes, he didn't like her, but she was still family. If she was hurt, he was worried, of course.

"Did you ask her?", he wanted to know.

Rachel stared down her red pumps. "She wasn't really keen on talking, she avoided all my questions. But her eyes were swollen, seems like she cried all night long."

Okay, now, Kurt was definitely worried. He got up. "Thanks for the information, Rachel."

"Kurt, wait!", she said, but Kurt had already left the restaurant.

When he went out of the door, he almost bumped into someone else.

"Careful, white boy!", this someone said amusedly.

"Sorry, Mercedes", Kurt muttered. "Have you seen Veronica?"

Mercedes shook her head. "Nope. Why?"

"Rachel told me that she got hurt badly. And to be honest, I'm worried."

"You are worried about that witch?" Mercedes crossed her arms. "Are you serious?"

Kurt laughed. "I know she doesn't deserve my sympathy, but she is still my cousin, Cedes. I can't help it, no matter what a horrible person she may be."

"I know, that's why we love you." Mercedes patted his shoulder, but then, she glanced down her notepad. "I need to run, do my job, you know. Do you want to have lunch with me later?"

"I would love to, but…" Kurt sighed "I need time for myself, relax. But next time, okay?"

"It's a date", Mercedes grinned and turned around to walk towards her office.

Kurt looked after her for a while. At the Primavera, Mercedes was the Hotel Manager and also his best friend. Whenever he had problems, he knew that he could always come to her and vice versa. He didn't know what he would do without her, in every respect. She was a great businesswoman and friend.

He went towards the exit of the Primavera. To be honest, he was not in the mood for searching for his cousin now because she didn't pick up when he tried calling her. Veronica needed to be fine, or else, his dad would have told him immediately.

Kurt left the building and started walking towards the hotel's forest. What he had told Mercedes was right. The workload was suffocating him, he really needed a timeout. Maybe a short walk could help him clear his head.

…

"Remember, relax", Cooper told Blaine one hundredth time when they went towards the entrance gate of the luxury hotel. "Try not to look like you have seen ghost, okay?"

Blaine nodded numbly. Easier said than done when he was honest.

When they went through the gate, the brothers gasped for air. In front of them was a wide alley of perfectly shaped trees, in the front was a gigantic fountain with angels on its top and a large flowery park where people were already jogging.

Everything at this place already screamed luxurious, snobbish, pretentious, and they didn't even set foot on the building yet.

All this and even more was supposed to belong to Dylan's dad? Blaine just couldn't believe it.
It took the duo a couple of minutes to cross the alley AND the park, all the other hotel guests drove to the estate by expensive looking cars or luxurious taxis, they even saw some limousines parking at the hotel's driveway, bellboys wearing expensive suits brought luggage into the imposing building that made Blaine sweat.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but feel out of place. At this hotel, royals and celebrities all over the world already resided, even people like Princess Diana or the President. What were they even doing here?

"Squirt? You okay?" Cooper had nudged him.

He nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I am fine."

Slowly, the brothers went up the wide stairs that led to the opulent main entrance of the Primavera. Suddenly, a young woman bumped against Cooper with her coffee cup in hand, and the brown liquid got spilled all over his clothes.

"Oh, I am so sorry!", the woman exclaimed, trying to rub the coffee off of Coopers shirt.

Cooper eyed her up and down, suddenly wary. And Blaine wondered what had gotten into his brother all of a sudden. Normally, he acted charming towards women, so why the aloofness?

"It's okay", Cooper said, albeit kind of distant. "I should have watched where I go."

"No, no, it's my fault", the woman insisted. "And I will make up for it. I will buy you some coffee at the hotel's café. I am Veronica, by the way."

She shook hands with both brothers. "Nice to meet you, Veronica", Blaine said politely because Cooper was still staring at the woman with distrust. "This is Cooper and I am B…Dylan.", he corrected himself quickly. That would need some getting used to.

Veronica smiled at the two men. "Come with me, I will bring you to a nice spot at the hotel's garden."

When they sat down and talked for a while, Cooper's courteous personality returned, and he was the old charmer Blaine was used to. He didn't understand why Cooper didn't start flirting sooner, after all, his brother was the biggest womanizer he knew. With her porcelain like skin, her emerald green eyes, her cherry red lips and her dirty blond hair, Veronica really was a beautiful woman, and she was dressed to kill with her black sheath dress and high heels. If Blaine was into women, he would try his luck as well.

But today…he still didn't process the death of the best friend he ever had. And he was still vulnerable. Maybe it was too early to socialize. He still needed time for himself. When he was about to tear up again, Blaine got up.

"Excuse me", he said shortly, turned around and quickly left even though he hadn't even finished his delicious coffee.

"What is up with him?", Veronica wanted to know, eyebrows cocked.

Cooper shrugged. "Mood swings." He bit into his cookie. "Where were we, mylady?"

Blaine ran and ran without even looking. He was not ready for this. Not prepared for pretending to be someone else. Not just someone else. Dylan had been his best friend, goddammit! He couldn't just steal his identity, that was immoral. But on the other hand, that was exactly what Dylan had wanted before he passed away.

When he stopped running, he realized that he had left the estate of Primavera and was in the woods again. He had absolutely no idea where he was now. He got lost. After having retrieved his phone, he realized that he had no signal as well. Great, just great.

…

Kurt looked up the sky and breathed in the fresh air.

He loved that place so much.

That lake was hidden in the center of the forest that was surrounding the Primavera, only he and a handful of other people knew about this place.

He was sitting on the pier with his shades on his face, relishing the calmness and the nature. That was exactly what he needed. A time out from the hectic daily life of his CEO job. Maybe, he could turn this place into a second office, he just needed his MacBook and a powerbank so that he could stay here all day long.

Kurt looked around. Actually, he was in the mood for swimming now, the water was not that cold and it was warm outside as well. But he had no swimming trunks.

Too bad.

But what if he…? Kurt started grinning naughtily.

…

Veronica laughed about what Cooper had just told her even though she was not in the mood for laughing.

Because Dylan showed up at the Primavera. Dylan, as in Dylan Ferguson who was supposed to be dead. How the hell was that possible? She was sure that his chances to survive the accident were practically zero percent.

But she had seen him, and he was safe and sound. What the hell?

Cooper got up. "If you excuse me, I will go to the bathroom, freshen up." With that, he turned around and went into the building.

The smile disappeared from her face the moment he was gone. Something was off about those two guys.

Something was very off.

Veronica looked around paranoidly and looked back to the barely touched coffee of Dylan. And then, she got an idea. A strike of a genius. Maybe it was because she had watched too many crime series lately, but it was worth a try. She leaned over and took the spoon Dylan had used to stir his coffee, just to stuff it into her purse.

When she was about to take the cup, Cooper showed up.

"What are you doing?", he wanted to know, hands on his hips. "Why did you just steal that spoon?"

"I…I collect tableware", Veronica lied. "To…to sell it afterwards on the black market. If I pretend that Beyoncé has used it, I can..."

Cooper started scowling. "That's it."

"What…what are you talking about?", Veronica said. "Okay, okay, if you want me to, I will stop stealing, but actually…"

"Stop playing games", Cooper instructed sternly. "You just want to prove that Dylan's not Dylan, right?"

"I…I…" Veronica was at a loss of words. "That's nonsense!"

"Is it?" Cooper came closer to her. "And what if I tell you that you are right? That the guy you saw wasn't Dylan?"

Veronica didn't know what to say.

Cooper on the other side snorted disdainfully. He came closer to her and leaned down so that his mouth almost touched her earlobe. "I know exactly that it had been you who ran him over with a car", he whispered into her ear.

"You killed Dylan Ferguson."

A cold shiver was running down Veronica's spine.

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