Chapter 31: He's Here

Harper is played by Jordan Fisher

Trudie Del Monico is played by Annette Benning

A man is backpacking through the woods near the church ruins. He hears twigs snapping and turns around, coming face to face with Harper, the vampire from the tomb, and he still looks hungry.

"Jeez! You scared me," says the man.

"Do you know what day it is?" Harper asks the backpacker.

"Saturday."

"And what year?"

"It's 2009. Are you OK?"

"Thank you," Harper starts to walk away, but is pulled back by the backpacker.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"It's Harper, sir."

The man inches closer to Harper, observing him. "How did you get out here? And why are you dressed like that, Dude?"

Not surprisingly, Harper is dressed like a slave from 1864. "You seem like a very nice person, sir. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

Harper extends his fangs and bites down on the man's neck. The man screams loudly. After Harper kills the man, he takes his clothing. He pats himself down when a cell phone goes off in his pocket. Confused, Harper takes the phone out and throws it down onto the ground. He quickly leaves the woods.

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Kurt is sitting on the porch swing, his journal laid out on his lap and his phone up to his ear as he leaves Mercedes a voicemail. "Hey, Cedes, it's me checking in, seeing how you're doing. We miss you here. Don't let your aunt drive you too crazy," says Kurt as he tries to leave half-happy voicemail. Emma walks onto the porch and stops to look at Kurt while sipping her coffee. "Come home soon. Love you," Kurt hangs up the phone.

"What are you doing out here? It's cold, sweetheart," asks Emma.

"Thinking, writing. The, uh, funeral for Cedes's grandma, it brought back a lot about Carole and Dad. I was wondering…you said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption," Kurt leads with.

"Right."

"So, did you look?"

"Come on inside," says Emma. Emma and Kurt go inside. Emma gets her messenger bag and sits down at the dining table and Kurt stands next to her, removing his Alexander McQueen jacket. "Your dad kept everything from his tire shop—records, logs, old appointment books." She pulls out a journal and opens it, showing a page to Kurt. "I found an entry from the night you were born. Customer and a birthdate. Terri Del Monico."

"Do you think that's her real name?"

"Surprisingly, yes. I looked up her file from when she went to McKinley." She pulls out the file on Teri. Kurt takes it and opens it. "Look what was in the file."

Kurt holds up a picture of Terri. He looks at the picture with a smile. "She was a cheerleader."

"Trudie, her mom, still lives here." Emma hands Kurt a post-it note. Kurt looks at her with hope. "This is her address."

"What about Terri?"

"I couldn't find anything about her." Kurt looks disheartened as he sits down at the table. Emma briefly pauses before divulging new information. "Listen. There's something else. Mr. Schuester, Will, his wife was from here, and her name was also Terri."

"Wait, 'was,' as in…"

"She died."

Kurt looks down, disheartened, thinking he'll never know his birth mother.

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Later, Kurt is hanging up his clothes. Blaine sits on Kurt's bed as they discuss this new turn of events.

"Will's wife might have been your mother?" asks Blaine.

Kurt sighs. "It can't be true, right? I mean, the coincidence alone is just crazy." He turns around to look at Blaine and holds up the post-it note. "I have the address for her mom, Trudie."

"You wanna talk to her."

"I don't know. I…I don't know. If it's true and they are the same person, that means that my birth mother is dead, and I don't know if I could handle that for a third time."

"Kurt, did Emma tell you anything about Will's wife? How she died?"

Kurt walks over to the bed and sits. "Just that she was killed and the case was never solved." Blaine nods at this prior knowledge. Kurt looks at him, surprised. "You knew that already?"

"The night at the school when he attacked me, he told me some things about her death."

"Well— "

"No, no." He gently grabs Kurt's wrists. "It's not possible. The coincidence is—it's too much. Now, listen, if you do decide to go talk to Terri's mom, I'll go with you. Okay?"

"I just don't know what I'm gonna do yet."

Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and they embrace each other lovingly.

"I should get going. I gotta go deal with Puck."

"How's he doing?"

"He's dealing in his own way," answers Blaine simply.

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Puck is feeding off a young sorority girl. There are other girls dancing to the song "Fat Bottomed Girls" playing in the room. All the girls have bite marks up and down their bodies. Puck comes up for air after feeding.

"How do I taste?" asks the girl.

Puck replied drunkenly, "Oh, so much better than your friends. But shhh. Don't tell them. They might get jealous." Suddenly, the lights come on and Blaine enters the room. "No! Buzzkill Blaine!" Blaine turns the music off. Puck looks up at him blearily. "What's up little bro?"

"Can we talk?" asks Blaine.

"Yeah," replies Puck drunkenly.

"Without the E-Z-Dee-Zees."

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're good at keeping secrets." Blaine moves towards Puck and pulls him into a private corner while the girls lounge around on the sofas. Puck has a bottle of half-drank booze in hand. "You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Kristian wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the fuck I want."

"That's kind of what I'm afraid of."

"Relax. I haven't killed anyone in—" He sighs. "Too long."

"Those girls?"

"Will end up in their dorm with hangovers, think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. So, drink up." He pushes the bottle into Blaine's chest. "Spill it, Eggs Benedict."

Blaine grabs the bottle and places it to his side. "There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Terri who was from here."

"You wanna discuss the people of my past right now? Seriously?"

"You killed her."

"What's your point?"

"I just—just wanna know if you remember anything about her."

"Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Blaine."

"Well, think hard. It's important."

Puck grasps Blaine's shoulder and whispers in his ear. "Nothing is important, not anymore." He claps Blaine on the shoulder and pulls away, grabbing the bottle from Blaine's hand. "Great chat, but I have some women to exploit in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. 'TTFN', said the E-Z-Dee-Zee. Heh." Puck walks back to the girls.

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Sam and Quinn are on the couch, watching TV. Sam's arm is slung over Quinn's shoulder. Quinn makes a huffing noise. Sam mutes the TV and looks over at her.

"What?" asks Sam.

"This is boring. I'm bored," replies Quinn a whiny tone.

"Wow."

"I mean, we have this entire house to ourselves. I mean, it's practically a bachelor pad."

"And…"

"So, shouldn't we do something a little bit more bachelor-paddy?"

"What? Something like this?" Sam lifts Quinn's chin up and kisses her and pulls away.

"Something like that."

Sam turns away from Quinn, un-muting the TV. "I don't know. This is a pretty good show."

Quinn hits him on the arm playfully. "Seriously?" Quinn crosses her arms and giggles.

Sam pushes her down on the couch and she laughs as she wraps her legs around his waist. They begin to kiss passionately. Sam removes his shirt and Quinn removes hers. They continue kissing.

"Oh, god," says Hiram. Hiram is standing in the doorway, looking at them. "Not on my couch, Sam!"

Sam looks up suddenly. "Dad Hiram! Hey." He covers Quinn up with a pillow. Quinn places her hands on her face, embarrassed.

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At Breadstix, Will and Emma are hanging up a banner, outside, for the Founder's Fundraiser.

"I don't know. It's just weird, you know, me being raffled off like a Disney Cruise," says Will.

"In this town, fundraising is like indentured servitude. You don't have a choice. Besides, you're a bachelor, and you're eligible, so there you go," replies Emma.

Will moves to the side of the banner that Emma is attempting to hang up. "Here. Let me help you with this."

Will helps her hang up the banner and Emma smiles up at him. Will leans in and kisses Emma. Emma looks windswept as he pulls away.

"Oh, god. I can't believe I'm gonna do this," says Emma, disappointed with herself.

"What?" asks Will.

"I am totally going to ruin this moment, but I-I have to tell you. Kurt recently found out he was adopted, and he's been looking for his birth mother…whose name was Terri."

"Terri? Like my wife?" Emma nods. "Terri never had a baby. We were sweethearts in high school as well and she would never cheat on me."

"Are you sure?"

"What are you insinuating? That my wife cheated on me?" Will asks angrily.

Emma takes out her phone and hands it to Will. A picture of Terri is on the screen. "This is Kurt's birth mother."

Will looks alarmed. "Ah, she, uh—she never told me. I, uh—I'm gonna go. Yeah, I'm gonna—gonna go." Will walks away awkwardly.

Emma sighs heavily.

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Kurt holds up the Post-It note with Trudie's address and then looks up at the house which matches the address. Kurt walks up to the front door and prepares to knock, but hesitates for a moment. Finally, he works up the courage, and knocks on the door. Kurt shakes his head and turns away when Trudie answers the door. Kurt looks at her.

"Trudie? Tru-trudie Del Monico?" asks Kurt.

"Yes?" asks Trudie, confused.

"Uh, my name is Kurt Hummel. I wanted to talk to you about Terri Schuester."

Trudie gasps. "Well, I haven't heard my daughter's name in years. How do you know her?"

"I think that, um, well…do you know if she had a baby that she gave up for adoption?"

"My god. You're her son. You're my grandson!" She laughs. "I was just gonna make some tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

"The kitchen's this way." Trudie backs away from the door, anticipating Kurt's entrance. Kurt steps over the threshold and Trudie releases her breath, shutting the front door with a quick nervous glance outside.

Kurt removes his jacket. Trudie walks into the room from the kitchen.

"I wasn't gonna come. I didn't think I was, but I was driving, and I hit this stoplight, and it made me think about when I was learning how to drive and then my stepmom Carole would always warn me about this blind turn on the left-hand side, and then I was thinking about my 1st mom, and—I had your address. I'm sorry for barging in."

"It's no problem. Um, just a surprise, though," smiles Trudie.

Kurt and Trudie sit down at the table.

"Like I said, I haven't heard from Terri in years."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"About 17 years ago, when she left to go have you. We kept in touch for a while, but, well, you know, family can drift apart."

"And you don't know where she ended up?"

"She called me to tell me that she had eloped with Will Schuester?"

"Will Schuester?"

"Yes, they were high school sweethearts."

"Do you think that he's my father?"

"I have no idea, dear. I love my daughter, but she was a flighty girl. Her and Will broke up every week it seemed like." The kettle starts whistling from the kitchen. "Let me just grab that." Trudie gets up and goes into the kitchen, looking back at Kurt. She takes her phone out of her pocket and texts 'He's here.' to an unknown number.