A/N: Well Hello there! Just in defense, I told you that updates would be spontaneous. But I'm also here to tell you that I have finished the story! After this there are two more chapters then an epilouge. (sp?) I always mess that word up. Anyways, I don't have much to say other than, OH YEAH I FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL! YES! I had my last day on Tuesday, and summe ris coming, so hopefully you won't hae to wait so long from now on, but no promises. I also have two new one shots coming at you this morning, so I haven't been completely unproductive in my absense. SO be sure to check those out! Um, I think that's about it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that looks familiar.

There was no feeling that quite compared to being in New York City. There was something about the fast paced lifestyle, the passion to become something bigger than just you. It was an inspiring place, that was for sure. As Blaine walked the streets, looking up at all the buildings, down the street towards Radio City, and even further beyond, the Statue of Liberty, he decided that one day he would move to New York. But while he was having a great time just enjoying being there, the thought lingered in the back of his mind why he was there. It wasn't just for fun and games. This was serious. Tonight was his speech, and Blaine knew that this speech, what he said tonight, had the power to change lives, to raise awareness for bullying. But Blaine also knew that the spot where he was standing, the buildings and places he was seeing and exploring, were the very places that Kurt Hummel had dreamed about when he was growing up. Blaine had learned this much from Mercedes, and the research he had done himself looking into Kurt's past. The kid had big dreams, big Broadway dreams, dreams of being a star. He had dreams that would never come true. And because of that, Blaine felt a chill run down his spine. This is why he loved what he did. Whenever he went to his office, he got to speak with hundreds of kids every week about that they were facing, and offer them words of encouragement to get through their days. It was a great feeling. Blaine never regretted the life he had chosen. He only regretted that he had waited this long.

Walking down the streets of New York City was a great time to think; Blaine could totally see how people got inspired to dream big. New York was truly the land where dreams come true. Well, there and Disney World. He heard the clock tower from a church nearby chime its bells for the time. He had always loved the chimes of church bells. They were so solid and trustworthy and- wait. Blaine had counted four chimes, meaning that he was supposed to be back at the hotel to meet up with the governor a half hour ago. Panicking, Blaine ran to the subway, pulling out his phone to send out a few texts. He hated rushing, but hey, at least he'd fit in with the rest of the population of the city.

*DYTM*

Blaine was pulling on his suit jacket. He would have been much more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans, but apparently this was a pretty formal event. He was being greeted by name by people he had never seen in his life, but he just smiled politely and continued walking around. Then there were some big name people, like Chris Colfer. That alone kinda freaked Blaine out. Tonight, he would be speaking in front of one of his idols. And that was just totally awesome. He also saw many teenagers there. Some for raising money for certain causes, like the kids with the jeans fundraiser, there was Austin, the Hoops for Hope guy, there were a group of people from The Trevor Project, and he saw the original few friends who had started the To Write Love on Her Arms mission. He was in a room with some very important people, and rumor had it that the President himself would later be in attendance. But what Blaine was having the hardest time wrapping his mind around was that out of all of these important people, Blaine was the one who was chosen to speak. And to speak about a random boy who he had apparently known, but wasn't sure how he knew him or when he had known him.

He had seen his parents wandering around. Blaine didn't know how they had known to come, because he sure hadn't sent them an invitation. Blaine's extra ticket had gone to Mercedes, who was on her way now, and would be acting as his date for the evening. He hadn't invited his parents, but they were here, and there was nothing Blaine could do about it now. They either hadn't seen him watching them or didn't care, because they had made no move to approach them. All of a sudden Blaine felt a tap on the back. He turned, expecting to be met by another unfamiliar face, when he saw the face he had only seen through Skype the past few months. Mercedes pulled him into a big hug and squeezed him tight.

"Mercy… I can't breathe." She set him down and he let out his breath.

"I know, but you were looking so tense. Calm down. You're gonna be fine." And for that, Blaine just had to hug her again.

"I'm so glad you could come. Kurt, he would've wanted you here." Blaine watched as the girl smiled and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Blaine- I just, thank you. For everything you've worked towards. For not letting my boy Kurt's name just disappear. This means so much to me, to see this. Kurt would have loved you, you know. It's a shame he's not here to see it." Blaine squeezed her hand, and smiled.

"That's my point. That's why this has to happen now. So that next time there's a big gathering like this, more teens will be alive to see it." Blaine stood there chatting to Mercedes for a little while longer, then they went their separate ways, promising to meet back up later for the dinner.

Blaine walked a few steps after telling his friend goodbye, then was blindsided by his parents. Blaine was less than thrilled to see them there.

"Blaine, who was she?" His father demanded.

"My friend Mercedes. She's the one that's been helping me all this time." Blaine said with a sigh, waiting for the interrogation to start.

"Blaine Anderson! After all the hard work it's taken for me and your father to make sure that you are the picture of perfection, and represent the Anderson name well, and to monitor who your friends are, this is how you repay us? By befriending socially awkward people like her?" His mother quietly screeched.

"Mom! Stop it, okay? You're just as bad as the kids who bully every day. Can't you just find one nice thing to say about someone, ever? Mercedes is my friend. My best friend. And if you ever paid one bit of attention to me, and what's going on in my life, you'd see that. When did you even find out about what I'd done huh? Was it a coworker? Did you see the national headlines? Or did you not have any idea until the invitation, which was not from me, reach your doorstep?" When they were silent in response, Blaine finished. "That's what I thought. And what do you mean, 'monitor who your friends are?' Is that what happened with Kurt? Who is he Mom? Dad, did you have something to do with the fact I feel like I know him, that we have such a strong connection and I have no idea who he is?" By this point his mom was crying, her makeup running, but she didn't seem to care while his father stood still, silent as ever.

"We never meant for you to know. We were just trying to protect you." His mom whispered.

"Protect me from what Mom? From people who are different? I'm different Mom."

"We never meant for you to know. You were never supposed to find any of the stuff. That's why it was all hidden in the attic."

"So you were just never going to tell me? You've been monitoring me all along. Who is Kurt? Why is he so important? How do I know him?" But his mom just shook her head and turned away. Walking swiftly towards the bathroom. His father stood and stared at Blaine.

"Don't even start Dad. Images aren't everything you know. There's more to life than what your eyes can see. Get away. I don't want to see you guys the rest of the night." Blaine turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction. Only after his back was turned did he start to cry. He let his tears flow freely, but he kept his head down so that no one could tell. He hoped that Mercedes would find him and pull him away. This was just way too much for him to handle for one night. But he was stopped by a different person, or rather, pair of people.

"Blaine Anderson?" The man spoke. Blaine looked up, but could barely see through his teary eyes.

"Look, I just had this really big fight with my parents, I can't handle talking to another person who's pretending that they know me right now. I just want to find my best friend, and take a minute." Blaine was going to walk away, when he felt himself being enclosed in a set of arms that only a true mother could have. He let himself be held for a minute, and when he looked up his eyes were a little clearer. But he still didn't know these people from Adam.

"Sweet Blaine. You've always had such a strong heart." Blaine became very puzzled, and took a step back, away from the woman.

"Who are you? How do you know who I am?"

"Other than the obvious reason you mean?" The man chuckled. "You look just like you did when you were a kid."

"Who are you? You knew me when I was a kid?" They both nodded and the man put his arm around the woman's back.

"We did Blaine. We're the Hummels, Kurt's parents."

Woah. It's been a while since I wrote this so I didn't quite remember everything that went on. Silly author right? Well guys, in finishing the story, I realized that it's been a long time since I thanked all my reviewers. You guys are the reasons I keep writing. You inspire me, and I hope this story inspires you in some way as well. I'd like to hear about it if it does! Drop me a review or a PM. My internet has been in and out but I will do my best to respond as quickly as possible.

Also, I know I shared a little of my story with you guys, but if you're interested in hearing the whole thing, I'd be happy to send it to you! Thanks for reading guys!

Always remember to smile!

Olivia