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Kurt closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm water of the lake. Why didn't this idea come to his mind sooner? Swimming naked felt so…forbidden, so naughty, and it was a nice sensation. He had always been the reasonable one, and he was sick of it, so this act of rebellion was a nice change. Besides, he was alone, nobody could see him.

He took a deep breath and submerged. Since he liked swimming, he knew how to hold his breath for quite a long time. Maybe he could catch one of those fish swimming around.

…

After some time, Blaine had no tears left to cry anymore. He had been walking through the woods for a while without knowing where to go. But to be honest, that little walk had done him good. He could clear his head and calm down.

Suddenly, he heard water rush. Blaine looked up. That was a good sign, right? He followed the sound of water – and was surprised when he arrived at a shore. There was a lake at this place? When Blaine was about to bend down to drink some of the water, he saw something lying on the other side.

He walked over to what he had seen – and was surprised to see a pile of clothes.

Weird.

There was no other person far and wide.

Suddenly, a loud splash could be heard. "Don't even dare touching my precious designer clothes!"

Blaine jumped a few feet in the air and turned around. A guy had just emerged from the water and was glaring daggers at him.

"Oh…I am…I am sorry", Blaine stammered, still stunned about how he came out of nowhere. "Are you a mermaid?", he couldn't help but ask.

The guy, or Male Ariel, as Blaine called him in his mind, narrowed his eyes angrily, and Blaine quickly realized that he had said the wrong things.

Way to go, Anderson, he thought to himself grimly. Just anger the only person that may know how to get out of this forest.

"No, I am no mermaid!", Male Ariel snapped, scowling.

"I am sorry, okay?", Blaine apologized. "I acted like an idiot. I will leave you alone again, but unfortunately, I got lost. Could you please come over and help me?"

Suddenly, Male Ariel started blushing. "I would love to, but…"

"Ha! I knew it, you are a mermaid!", Blaine joked. "You can't come out of the water because of your tail, right?"

"Ha ha ha, I am dying of laughter", the guy answered dryly, but was still looking down. "No, the truth is, I am…well…I kind of have no clothes on."

First, Blaine thought that he was kidding, but when he inspected the face expression of him closer, he realized that he was serious.

And couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"This isn't funny!", Male Ariel bellowed. "This is…"

At this moment, Blaine leaned over the pier – and his watch suddenly fell into the water.

He stopped laughing, his amusement turned into pure panic. Because his watch just fell in. That watch belonged to his grandfather, it meant the world to him.

His eyes widened and he fell to his knees. "My watch!"

…

When Curly Head suddenly stopped laughing after his dumb watch fell into the lake, Kurt had felt utterly satisfied. Served him right to make fun of him!

But Curly Head looked so lost and sad right now, and Kurt rolled his eyes, took a deep breath before he submerged again. He cursed his helpfulness in his mind when he started searching for the golden watch in the depths of the lake.

Veronica was rendered speechless. "How…how do you know?", she asked when she had found her voice again.

Cooper straightened up again. "Because I have seen you. You were in that car that hit Dylan."

"And why didn't you tell the police?", Veronica asked, eyebrows cocked.

"Can't you imagine?", Cooper asked her with his arms crossed. "Because we have something to lose if people find out about his death."

"And I have something to lose if people find out I am responsible for his death", Veronica muttered. She got up and took her purse. For some reason, she had lost her appetite. "What now, pretty boy?", she whispered. "Remember, if you blow my cover, I will blow yours. A simple DNA test can end it all."

"And so can a testimony and Dylan's dead body", Cooper whispered back.

The both of them left the café's garden, but Cooper took Veronica's wrist and dragged her to a spot behind a tree.

"I can't stand people that run around and murder best friends", Cooper hissed, eyes narrowed.

"And I can't stand people that upset my plans by pretending they are someone else", Veronica snapped.

With hostile frowns, the both of them stared at each other for a while.

And crashed their lips onto each other's.

Blaine cursed loudly, quickly undid his buttons of his shirt and put off his shoes. Male Ariel didn't reappear for a while and he started to worry. Whether he drowned?

Without thinking twice, he jumped into the lake as well. Just to realize that the other man had emerged from the water one second later.

"I…I thought you drowned", Blaine said breathlessly once he had resurfaced as well. "I can't hold my breath that long."

His eyes widened when he saw what he was holding in his hands: The watch.

"You…you found it? Oh my gosh, thank you so much, I owe you big time!" Blaine was overwhelmed with gratitude.

Male Ariel smiled. "And what do I get as a reward? A kiss?", he asked jokingly.

But Blaine was so grateful he didn't get the joke. "Everything you want", he whispered breathlessly, leaned in and kissed him softly on his lips.

…

When their lips made contact, Kurt felt like he was on cloud nine. He had never felt like that before, never. And sadly, that moment was over way too soon.

When Curly Head pulled away, Kurt looked him deep in the eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry", Curly Head apologized and bowed his head in shame. "I guess you didn't mean it like that, right?"

"No, I didn't", Kurt confessed, and Curly Head didn't dare to look into his eyes again. However, he softly took his chin and lifted it up. "But now, I do."

With that, Kurt kissed him onto his mouth, and this time, they didn't stop kissing that soon.

…

"Favorite singer?"

"Easy. Katy Perry."

"I could imagine. Mine is Lady Gaga since I was a teenager."

Blaine looked up. "What if we write a petition that Katy Perry and Lady Gaga produce a duet?"

Kurt grinned. "That's a great idea."

In the meanwhile, they both went out of the lake after they were freezing, and Kurt had put his clothes on. Now, the were sitting on the pier and asking each other questions.

"Favorite musical?", Kurt asked.

"Westside Story, but I also like Grease with Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta. And yours?"

"Cats", Kurt answered immediately "Even though the movie version kind of disappointed me. The GCI looked kind of creepy."

"I have to agree", Blaine laughed. "The singing and acting were good, but the implementation was bad."

"And…what do you do in life?", Blaine asked him.

Kurt looked down. He wanted Curly Head to like him for who he was, not because of his family name and its reputation.

"I am working at an office", he answered evasively "Just boring paperwork…and what about you?"

"That's…complicated", Blaine said, looking to the lake. "I always liked working with people, and I have been working as a teacher in middle school."

"Have been?", Kurt asked.

"Lately, my family life has been…complicated, so I stopped for a while", he explained. Whether he would search for a workplace in Ohio? He still didn't think about it.

"But things are going to be alright again, right?" Kurt looked worried.

And Blaine couldn't help but think about Dylan's death and Cooper's condition.

"Yes, of course", he decided to answer even though he wasn't so sure of that. But when he looked into his blue eyes, he just felt pure happiness. And optimism.

When Kurt checked his watch, his face fell. "I have to go, you know, my job." He got up and threw Blaine an apologetic glance. "But I have one last question."

"Which is?", Blaine asked, disappointed that he and that good-looking stranger would part ways soon.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Instead of answering, Blaine pulled him closer by the waist and kissed him with all he had.

Kurt moaned into his lips and deepened the kiss. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away softly. "I hope I will see you again, Curly Head."

"I'm sure you will, Male Ariel.", Blaine winked. When he watched him walk away, all he could do was grin goofily. After he was out of his sight, something came to his mind and Blaine facepalmed.

He posed him at least one thousand questions.

But not how his mermaid was called. Or his telephone number.

Gosh, he could slap himself.

Cooper was lying in a king size bed at one of Primavera's hotelrooms with none other than Veronica in his arms.

That had been the best sex both of them had in a while.

"Who would have thought that my worst enemy would be my best bedpartner?", Veronica grinned, still slightly out of breath. She was wearing nothing, so she had covered herself with the blanket.

"I did", Cooper answered and kissed her across the temple. "How about round two?"

"Avec pleasure", Veronica purred and started kissing him on his jawline. When the make out session was about to turn wilder, Cooper's phone on the nightstand vibrated.

"Ignore it", Cooper said roughly and continued kissing her.

However, the person calling didn't give up that easily. Groaning, Cooper let go of Veronica and reached out for his phone. He cursed under his breath when he saw that his little brother was the one calling.

"What is it, Squirt?", he asked while Veronica was caressing his arm.

"Coop, there is something I need to tell you", Blaine said, sounding excited.

"Spit it out", Cooper said impatiently, keen on returning to his former activity.

He heard how Blaine took a deep breath before he broke the news to him. "I think I…I fell in love. And I fell hard. He is the one for me, Coop, I can feel it."

Cooper narrowed his eyes. "That's no good timing, Blainers. You can't fall in love now."

"And why not?" Blaine sounded pissed.

"Remember our mission. We are not here to have fun. We just want fulfill Dylan's last wish, make sure I get cured and then get the hell out of this town again."

"But…"

"End of the story", Cooper instructed sternly. "Come back to the Primavera, as soon as possible, we will meet there. And banish the thought of this guy, whoever he may be, do you understand?"

He could hear Blaine sigh deeply before he answered. "Yes, I think, you are right" He sounded sad, and it almost broke Cooper's heart to hear his little brother like that. "See you later, I will be there in ten minutes at the latest."

Cooper hung up and put his phone back onto his nightstand. Smiling seductively, he turned to Veronica. "Where were we?"

"You don't want your Dylan double to fall in love?" Veronica smacked his arm playfully. "You are a bad, bad big brother."

"It could endanger our mission", Cooper countered. "What if he tells his 'love of his life' about our plans? And he can't keep the secret? All of us will be doomed, and I won't get the treatment I need."

Veronica shrugged. "If you say so", she muttered before she leaned down to kiss him again.

"Someone's in a good mood", Mercedes noticed when she entered the bar and saw Kurt whistling while he drank his favorite drink.

"Seems like he fell in love", Sam who just wiped the counter commented and laughed. "He didn't want to tell me more about his ominous prince charming."

Suddenly, Mercedes looked down. "Oh, hey, Sam", she said, staring down her pumps as if they were the most interesting things in life.

"Hey there", Sam winked. He pointed at the costumers on the other end of the bar. "I will go over to them; I think they want to order something."

When he was gone, Kurt started grinning at his friend knowingly. "Why don't you just ask him out?"

For a while, everyone at Primavera knew that Mercedes liked Sam, well, everyone but Sam who was pretty oblivious. Kurt found it paradox that she was the toughest businesswoman of the world, but she never found the courage to ask him for a date even though there was obviously some chemistry between the two of them. Instead, she just watched him date a couple of women over the years, from the hotel's doctor's assistant Penny to Mercedes' own assistant Tina to Santana who wasn't even into men but wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a guy.

But it never came to her mind to even ask him out for dinner. It was kind of sad.

"What did he just talk about?", Mercedes asked Kurt, changing the topic. "You fell for someone? Who?"

"That's the problem, Cedes", Kurt sighed unhappily and stirred his Margarita with the lemon slice. "I don't even know his name."