''Don't open your eyes. We're almost there. That's it… Go slowly, Kurt, you're going to bump into things!'' Blaine chuckled and Kurt grumbled.
''I think I know the way of your place, thank you. Anyways, why are- ouch, Blaine!''
''I told you to go slowly. '' Blaine said firmly but a smirk appeared on his lips as he guided his boyfriend with his hands attached to his hips to navigate his temporally blind lover.
''What are you planning?'' Kurt asked.
''For the billion times, it's a secret,'' he said as he led Kurt to his bedroom. Guy wasn't in the complex; a deal he made with Blaine to get the apartment all for themselves for the night. ''Now, open them,'' he said. Kurt slowly opened his eyes and what meant him took his breath away. It was Blaine's room. The diffused lights gave a romantic vibe as well as a relaxing one. What Kurt noticed first was the floor, with a bed of different flowers; the actual floor was invisible due to the numerous petals, colours, odors. Maybe it seemed cliché, but what's a romance without it? Kurt absolutely loved it and once again, Blaine didn't fail to surprise him. There were iris, with their unique blue, then oriental lily, with their splendid orange, roses and their beautiful red and lilac, with their innocent white and purple colours. The entire floor was covered from it.
''Do you remember our picnics in the forest?'' Blaine whispered behind Kurt and put a delicate kiss on the side of his neck. Kurt only nodded, still chocked by the beauty that lay in front of him. ''I hope it's not over the top, but it's my way to recreate those afternoons we spent there last summer. In a city, that's the best I can do,'' he joked. ''Come on,'' he said as he took Kurt's hand and led him to his comfy bed. On top of it, there was a picnic basket. ''Open it,'' he said.
Kurt took the lid and opened it. Still eyes wide open, he took the food out. There were cheese, grapes, crackers and his favorite; blackberries.
''Blackberries!'' he exclaimed, and Blaine smiled, amused.
''I still don't know how you find it better than my strawberries.'' Kurt gave him a coy smile and his hand dive in the basket again, like a child openening a Christmas gift.
''Oh my god, Blaine,'' he giggled. Inside, there was a box full of Chou à la crème. He took them out. ''You did all this for me?'' he asked, eyes shining with pride, love and excitement. Blaine nodded, happy that his plans were working marvellously well. After all this hard work Kurt did for his restaurant, he deserved something; something meaningful that they will cherish for the future.
''Of course I did. And…'' he reached in the basket for the last thing; a bottle of wine. ''there's nothing better than a pinot noir when you eat camembert,'' he winked as he poured two glasses of the delicious wine. Kurt hummed in contentment to get the chance to have such a loving boyfriend; they hit some rough patches, but in the end, they found each other again. It was the most important thing, after all and for the first time in months, he could actually relax and just enjoyed the comfort of a home after all the stress he had with Blaine and the restaurant. He couldn't enjoy the return of Blaine until just now because the restaurant occupied all his thoughts and it was driving him crazy, but now, he could finally breathe.
''A toast,'' Blaine declared, crossed his legs and facing Kurt who mirrored him.
''And to what?'' Kurt asked with a soft smile and tender eyes.
''To your restaurant, to us, to… our future together,''
''Our future,'' Kurt responded, clicking his glass with his. He could feel the sweet liquid on his lips as he sips the wine. Blaine leaned forward and kissed him gently. Kurt wanted to taste the dessert first, so he took a bite and it just taste heavenly good and he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor. Mixing with the wine, it was just on a whole new level.
''You did this all by yourself?'' he asked, reopening his eyes to look at a bashful Blaine.
''Yes… I-well, partly?'' he said to a grinning Kurt. ''Fine,'' he signed as he saw the knowing look on Kurt's face. ''Santana helped me. She actually screams a lot in the kitchen. She said I almost burnt the place, but she's just being overdramatic.'' He said, rolling his eyes.
''Well,'' Kurt said as he took another bite of the creamy chocolaty treat. ''You still did very well,''
''Come'ere'' Blaine said as he took a hold on Kurt's shirt to bring him closer. It was well past midnight, but neither of them cared. They just get lost in their conversations, the food, the low music playing in the background and the small kisses sharing between words. Kurt's pale cheeks were now tainted pink, the consequences of drinking too much wine.
''You know, I think we can make it.'' Kurt said. ''The day was a success, even more in the evening.''
''You were spectacular,'' Blaine said. ''You were in your place, your environment. Like a fish in the water,''
''Well, thank you. And you? Did you… loved your experience?'' he asked unsure because he knew that Santana asked Blaine to join the team, even though the position he will occupy, if he was still interested, stayed unanswered. Kurt hoped he liked it, but he couldn't force Blaine to work in this business if he didn't like it.
But when Blaine's eyes sparkled and a large smile appeared on his face, he just knew.
''I loved it,'' he said excitedly. ''You know how I helped in my father's restaurant, right? It was already cool then. I didn't do a lot of things, but I met new people every day, I helped in the kitchen… it was just so cool, you know? It was just… rewarding to work for your pay and come home the night and just be happy because you know you did something useful all day.'' His eyes were lost for a second, remembering his time with Charles and living in luxury since he was born but never really thought about where the money came from. It was just… there.
''You're far away in this head of yours, aren't you?'' Blaine blinked a few times and shook his head to clear his mind. Kurt was smiling softly.
''Yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about the fact I never worked in my life before I came to Italy. I just partied, in the summer we went to hotels and just relax and stuff…'' he shrugged. ''It's like I didn't have a gold. People who whine because they have to work don't know how lucky they are,''
''But now, you have bills to pay, Mister Anderson,'' Kurt said playfully as he tugged Blaine's T-shirt to get him closer and very so slowly, he kissed his lips. When they parted, Blaine looked at him with dark eyes and they were so intense Kurt wanted to melt.
''Mm…'' Blaine murmured as he kissed Kurt. ''Yes, I do.'' Blaine hummed and pushed Kurt down on the bed. ''You know, it's quite weird how it happened.''
''What are you talking about?'' Blaine said as he gently nipped on Kurt's neck and he was becoming to get turn on. Kurt signed contently.
''Well, If I didn't hit my head in that shitty restaurant and didn't end up with the false new that I was going to die, then I wouldn't gone to Switzerland and therefore, wouldn't have the chance to meet you and fall in love,'' he whispered the last bit and Blaine stopped kissing his neck and looked at him with lovely, but burning eyes.
''I believe in faith, and so I believe we were going to meet one way or another, Mr. Hummel,'' Blaine suddenly exclaimed as he tickled Kurt's sides and the later arced his back and squeaked as he begged Blaine to stop.
''Okay, okay! Stop, stop!'' Kurt said as he laughed, but Blaine didn't stop until a few more minutes but when he did, with both of them out of breath on the bed, Blaine couldn't resist anymore. As he regained his breathing, he kissed Kurt hungrily and after a few seconds, they were both fully naked with the basket on the floor. Kurt took the flushed cock of his boyfriend in his warm hand and began to stroke. They were both facing each other and were sitting on their knees. As he stroked him, Blaine kissed his neck and muffled a moan and he began to circle Kurt's hole and as quickly as he could, he pushed one finger in.
''Blaine…'' Kurt whispered as he began to rock his bottom with the motion of Blaine's hand.
It was a long night filled with passion, love and excitement for their new lives, their new beginning.
As Blaine rocked their bodies, pushing his penis into this wonderful heat surrounding him and hearing Kurt moaning in the dead of the night, he couldn't be happier, or more satisfied. Sex with Kurt was always mind-blowing and knew this was the one because he never felt more alive with other people, strangers or Sebastian, and he never felt so loved and the sex was never as good as it was with Kurt. He knew he found his connection. No pun intended.
As they came from their high, they both lay awake and saw the sun rising from the window and illuminated the whole room, they finally fell asleep. It was only around 11:00 that Kurt decided to go out and bought some breakfast to the nearest bakery that he actually forgot to breathe and almost dropped his coffees.
On one of the many newspapers and magazines kiosks in New York on the streets, Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly paid the guy from a kiosk and bought a People Magazine and an actual newspaper. His nice morning had just been ruined. And it was, again, because of them.
-X-
''Hey, baby. Where have you been?'' Blaine asked sleepily. Kurt couldn't keep his eyes away from the magazine and just dropped the bagels on the table along with the coffees. ''Oh, yes. I'm starving. Blueberry bagels? Do you know you're the best?'' he asked playfully, and then looked up from the breakfast to see Kurt's thoughtful expression. He frowned. He knew Kurt liked to read gossip magazines, but he was far too interesting the magazine had to say. ''What is it, baby? Kim Kardashian's butt is getting bigger?'' he asked as he buttered one of the bagel, but then, as he reached for the butter that he put on the table earlier, he catched eye with the newspaper.
On the cover of New York Times, the face of Charles Anderson was staring back at him with cold and hard eyes. It wasn't uncommon as he grew up to see his family in the press but something told him it was bad news, this time. Before he could read the papers and read the article about his family (let's face it; it's still his family on a certain level) Kurt spoke up from the living room.
''All the secrets of your family are discovered.'' He said as he joined his boyfriend in the kitchen.
''What do you mean?'' Blaine asked, now reaching for the papers and searching curiously for the papers. Kurt didn't speak and just let the journalist writing the article said it to him instead.
Dirty little secrets of a once beloved all-American family, it said as a title.
Charles Anderson, founder of the multinational five-star hotels, the Casablanca's, was now facing charges of having an affair with several women of whom three of them were only in their early twenties and the two other ones were minors at the time. Because of the law, I won't cite their names, but it's reportedly said that the billionaire, who was getting a divorce earlier this year, had intercourse with those women for several years, now. A video of him and one of the minor girls was linked on internet and was immediately reported. He now faces charges of child sexual abused, even though the girls were said to be consenting.
He isn't the only Anderson to face a big secret. His oldest son, Patrick Anderson, who got married this past summer, repeatedly cheated on his wife before and after the wedding and with several women, like his father. He was the face of breast cancer movement and was invited to several charity events concerning this cancer, but it now says that the organizers don't want him anymore due to his previous activities.
Another secret was reveal to us just yesterday. The second oldest, Danny, one of the great sweet-heart of America since he was just little child, have actually two love children he conceive when he attended the Dalton Academy in Ohio and the girls, not one, but two it was reported, stays unknown, but they were supposedly attended St-Marie, a catholic private school only for girls. To this day, Daniel refuse to contact his children and has claimed that ''Those bastards don't deserve to live in the luxury that I'm in. Those drop outs girls can raise them. They were good to sleep with, but it stays at that. And I'm not paying to feed them.'' It's harsh and Daniel won't be the favorite of many women, after that.
There are two other people I want to talk about. Christian Anderson, known as the playful Anderson, is actually a coke addict. It doesn't look like it when he graduate from Yale, ready to take over the family business with his brothers, but he actually is. No case was report against him, but his reputation as a well-known Yale student, just take a bump in the road.
As for the angel of America, miss Beatrice Anderson, she's no angel herself. She enjoyed filming herself having sex with older men and it was reported that she did it on purpose to get a job in the fashion industry as she was sleeping with influential people in this business. Sadly though for her, her scheme was revealed and her fashion career possibly destroyed.
An Anderson is missing, though. The one you were all used to see on the tabloids is the one not to get a secret. His party days being over as it was said before, it says that he's now working in a new restaurant in New York with new boyfriend that was being talked about a few months ago, Kurt Hummel. For once, we didn't hear about him, but his not so perfect family.
A whole family can lose everything they've worked for, but those secrets are undeniably shocking for the population. Charles' case will be report as soon as they'll have it.
Mark Dickinson.
''Blaine, I'm sorry,'' Kurt said as he waited for Blaine to finish the article. When he looked at Kurt, he looked… Zen? In peace? It looked like nothing really happened. Maybe a little more tired and drained, but other than that, there were not worried expressions, or angry ones.
''For what?'' he asked and it was Kurt's turn to frown.
''For your family. I mean… they're in troubles, now. In big troubles. I know you want nothing to do with them, but… they're still your family.''
''I know that.'' He said as he tugged on Kurt's hand for him to step forward. ''And you have a too damn big heart,'' he teased. ''But I'd lie if I say I didn't see it coming. I knew all of their secrets… except for Charles. I mean, I knew he was cheating for years, but not with minors.'' He made a disgusted face. ''I know that one day or another, someone will find out. What are they expecting? When you're famous, when you're an influential person, you don't do crazy shit like that. It can ruin you. I don't pity them. I did some stuff, too, but I didn't care and it was basically whoring myself around. It's not as bad as Miley Cyrus,'' he said lightly to try to ease the mood. ''But it's like a drunk driver or a fast driver who kills himself. I'm sorry, but I won't cry over him. It was his decision and the consequences came with it. Now, I'd be pissed if they take a victim with them.'' He drank his coffee. ''In this case, you and mom.'' Kurt looked curiously at him and his big blue eyes will be the end of him, he swore. ''Firstly, mom stayed too long in this unhealthy relationship where Charles was supposedly sleeping with young girls and mom was miserable for years and what she ever wanted to do was to go be with my real dad. Secondly, my whole family mistreated you. I wasn't better at the beginning,'' he snorted. ''But when I was finally happy, they did something awful to you. Beatrice and my own dad blackmailed you. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry for them and what they must go through right now. They deserve it.'' He shrugged and began to eat his bagel, offering one to Kurt with a large smile like nothing ever happened.
Kurt was always one to forgive and forget. But he never forgot what Blaine's family did to him and Blaine. It was cruel and you simply don't do it to your own family. He certainly wouldn't do it to Finn or Rachel. It was humiliating and deep down, even though it was wrong to think like that, sometimes, revenge is sweet and he was glad that this family ate their own medicine. Santana always told him that it was okay to be angry sometime and to just be happy if something awful happens to the person who once do you harm. Of course, she didn't talk about death, but a good karma can always be fun.
She was right. For once, he was glad that the people hurting him and his boyfriend were finally paying for it.
It was only a couple of days later, when Kurt and Blaine thought that Blaine's family was an issue of the past and what happened with them wasn't their business anymore and they ruined their lives and career on their own. Deep down, it was sad to think, but what can Blaine do? He clearly didn't belong with them anymore, so why bother? He was tired of all this drama; he only wished to get a normal life, doing a job he liked with his boyfriend and his friends. Is that so much to ask? Apparently, yes, because not only two days later, the door of the restaurant opened suddenly.
The restaurant was closing for the night. The doors were unlocked, but Blaine was ready to get over there to lock them. As he heard the front door banging against the fresh paint of the wall, Blaine faked a smile. He loved the patrons and he always enjoyed spending more time to get to know them as he walked around the restaurant to see if everything was okay, but it was well past 23:00 and he just wanted to go home.
As he turned around, his smile disappeared and a scowl replaced it. He knew he would have to deal with them eventually, but not here; not in his safe heaven.
''Blaine,'' Patrick said as he took off his sunglasses. It was in the evening, but somewhat, Patrick felt the need for those. The other siblings were all behind him, glaring at Blaine like he was a revolting insect. ''Long time no see,'' he added as he looked around. ''Nice place you got here.''
''What are you doing here?'' Blaine asked coldly when no one made the move to speak.
''Why, see what you are up to.'' Patrick said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
''Does that whore from the gutter did the deco?'' Christian asked voice full of malice and distaste. Blaine, after hearing it, made a move and was inches apart from Christian in a second.
''Watch yourself,'' he said in a low voice.
''We want to talk to you,'' Beatrice told him, clearly none impressed by Blaine's temper. Her eyes were hard and she didn't have the angelic figure that Blaine used to see. She looked irritated, tired and angry. Blaine could hear footsteps and dishes clattered in the kitchen and he knew that Santana was in here and Kurt was upstairs working on the stage for the performance of Mercedes tomorrow night. They obviously didn't hear the ruckus and Blaine didn't want to subject them to it.
''Let's talk in the wine cellar,'' he said, not leaving Christian's eyes. He wanted to get this over with. His relationship with his family ended months ago, so if it has to do with their scandals, (which he was sure it does), they had to leave him out of it. Downstairs was colder and Blaine could see Christian's lingering looks on the several bottles that lined the walls. ''Now, what you do with your life is your problem, not mine. So if it has anything to do with…'' Blaine had begun, but a loud smack reasoned in the basement. Beatrice had slapped him scare in the face and her face showed her satisfaction. He so didn't deserve it!
''You bitch!'' he said. ''What was that for?'' he asked angrily and could feel the prickling in his left cheek.
''This is your entire fault,'' she said. ''You and your homeless slut.'' She growled. ''Because of you, the fashion industry doesn't want me anymore. You've ruined my career! All my chances- gone!'' angry tears surfaced in her eyes, but oddly enough, Blaine didn't feel an ounce of remorse for her. As he looked at his siblings, a strange feeling came over him. He wanted to get back at them. He knew he wasn't his old self anymore, but he could talk to them like before. His old attitude came back and the replies too.
''Oh, honey. You made this mess yourself. Next time, don't spread your legs to whoever wants to fuck your infected cunt and maybe, just maybe, if you learn how to walk on a catwalk, they'd take you. Which I doubt anyway. It takes talent, something that you don't have.'' He sneered.
''You…'' Beatrice began.
''No!'' he yelled. ''How dare you come in here and accuse me of this? I have better things to do with my life.''
''Someone told the press all of what we've done,'' Danny said, glaring at his little brother. ''You were the only one who knew all about it. And people know it's not just gossips. The person who called knew us personally because they all of these proof that we couldn't deny. You were the only person who could do this,'' he sneered.
''Are you really sure about this?'' a female voice said as footsteps descended the stairs. They all turned to see Santana descended the stairs with a grace only she possessed. Beatrice scowled, obviously irritated to see her nemesis for years there.
''Santana,'' Blaine signed. ''I have this under control. Go back upstairs,'' Blaine said trying to control the fire that he knew was about to explode at any moment. She snorted and put her arms on her hips. She looked calm but dangerously so. Almost like a snake about to bite hard.
''You have it under control alright. You got slapped by that bitch.'' She retorted.
''It's none of your business, Lopez,'' Danny said looking her up and down.
''Didn't you just hear what I said, idiot?'' she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. ''Blaine has nothing to do with your shitty lives going even more shitty. I do,'' she smirked as they all began to piece the whole thing together. She was proud of herself, she won't deny it. Did she ever plan on admitting what she did to them? No. She never wanted to see their spoiled-rotten faces ever again, but faith had other ideas, it seemed.
''What did you do?'' Patrick growled, stepping closer to her, but she didn't back down. Blaine's eyes were wide open and looked at her as surprised as the others.
''You deserve it,'' she shrugged. ''I always knew what scumbags and a whore,'' she looked at Beatrice ''you all are. Your daddy is nothing but a guy who wants to put his dick in every underage hole he sees. You, Patrick, I always knew you were a man whore, but Quinn, even though she's too stuck up and perfect it actually make me want to puke, deserve better. Danny, you're one of those guys who don't deserve to procreate; your love children are better off without you. Christian, you're so full of yourself and your coke down ass is even worse than Rob Ford. Beatrice, I can only laugh at your failure. You all deserve what's happening to you.''
''You had no right…'' Patrick hissed.
''Oh yes, I have the right,'' she shouted. ''You touch my friends, it happens. You humiliate Kurt for nothing. You have no idea what impact it has on him,'' she seethed. Her eyes were darker. ''Finding all the sex tapes of Beatrice and Charles were easy. I won't divulge my other sources. I've lived with you for years; I know everything about you. The New York Times ate it all and then, the other magazines and newspapers were all over it. I didn't even ask for money. Revenge was too sweet anyways. Now, any questions?'' she asked calmly like it was no big deal.
''How could you…'' Christian said, fists into balls, advancing dangerously fast towards Santana. He raised his fist, but before he hit her, a pale hand stopped his fist from connecting with Santana.
''No!'' Kurt said, stepping between his friend and his boyfriend's brother. ''Hitting on a girl shows how pathetic of a man you are!'' he said.
''If it isn't the source of our problems,'' Beatrice sneered.
''You only bought the problems by yourself,'' Blaine said glaring at his sister.
''What do you want?'' Kurt asked, fire blazed in his icy blue iris. He let go of Christian's fist, but didn't back down. He was tired to be intimidated by them and all this drama stopped right now.
''You're all going to pay for this,'' Patrick said in a low voice. Beatrice nodded, confirming what his brother had just said. It was deathly quiet. Blaine and Kurt were trying to think of a rational way to confront them without causing a fuss, and the others seemed proud to get this insecurity from them. Suddenly, Santana began to laugh. It was small giggles and then transformed into a big hearty laugh. The Anderson siblings looked at her weirdly and Kurt and Blaine, after a moment, began to laugh as well.
''Stop it!'' Beatrice said, having enough of their happiness.
''No can do, Beatrice,'' Blaine said after a moment. He laced his fingers with his boyfriend and moved closer to him. ''You see, I have every right to laugh. I have an incredible boyfriend, a career that is going well so far, friends and life's pretty good,'' he shrugged and to mark his point, he smacked his lips on Kurt's.
''Yeah,'' Santana said, wiping his eyes from happy tears. ''Excuse me; I just had to laugh. What you said, Patrick was so damn funny.''
''What I said is tr-''
''Oh, save it,'' Santana said. ''You have no power over any of us, now. Let's face it,'' she said as she stepped closer to Patrick. ''With your scandals, I'd be surprised if they let you flip burgers at a McDonald's. Game's over. You've lost everything.''
Patrick scoffed and the others mimicked him, laughing. But their laughs were forced, Kurt could see it. He unlaced his fingers with Blaine's and came closer to Patrick. No matter what he or his siblings did to him, he still couldn't be mean to them. He touched Patrick's shoulder and he sensed Blaine coming closer, but he stopped walking a few feet behind him. ''Look, you did this all by yourself. Santana divulge all of it because she wanted to protect her friends –and you, I'm sure.'' He said and he could hear Santana scoffed behind him and he ignored her. ''Be-because if no one said anything, Christian could end up dead because of his addiction. You're playing with fire, here. All of you. Maybe it was a wakeup call, don't you think?'' He said and took a moment to look at Danny, Christian, Beatrice and Patrick. Blaine's eyes were shining brightly, no doubt very proud of his boyfriend for wanting to help the people who hurt him the most. ''I mean, look at Blaine. He was so far gone but now, he's happy with the life he has. The same thing can happen to you. You can take control of your life and win back the trust of the people you hurt and having your careers and reputations back.''
''Who are you, a fucking shrink?'' Danny scoffed, glaring at Kurt. The brunette looked at them sadly and shrugged, then made a move to step back to get to Blaine's side, but a swift move from Patrick took him off-guard. He gripped his biceps in a vice-grip and Kurt cried out. Blaine and Santana were on them in an instant, trying to get Kurt away from Patrick, but the oldest brother was very strong.
''This is your entire fault. You should've have come into our lives in the first place! Blaine would have been fine, our lives would have been fine!'' he screamed into Kurt's scared face. Finally, Blaine and Santana were able to get Kurt as far away as possible from a fuming Patrick.
''You're out of your mind,'' Blaine said in eerily and strangely calm voice.
''You're just a bunch of psychotics,'' Santana said as she began to scream at them in Spanish.
''I don't want you here anymore. Get out!'' Blaine said in a strong voice that can easily scare the most powerful of man. ''It's over,'' he said in a more gentle manner, all anger gone as he now contemplate the fact that his family will be gone from his life for good. ''Game's over,'' Kurt hides his face into Blaine's shoulder, still shaken up by what just happens a few seconds ago. Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but then close it and walk silently the stairs. Danny and Christian did the same but they still shout daggers to Blaine. They clearly didn't get where they were coming from-justice. But justice for whom?
Beatrice went behind his brothers, but Santana stopped her with a slap in the face.
''This is for what you did to Blaine,'' she said. ''And this,'' he slapped the other cheek and Beatrice cried out, his eyes pricking with angry tears. ''Is for all the shit you and your dick brothers did to Kurt,'' As she turned to look at her friends, she saw Kurt with a small smile, his tears all gone. He obviously liked what he saw even though he will never admit it.
''You're a real friend, San,'' Kurt said. ''And you,'' he turned to look at Blaine. ''are a real boyfriend,''
''I hope so,'' Blaine said with a laugh as he crashed his lips against Kurt's.
Santana looked around at all the wines on the walls. ''They're all gone, now,'' she said. ''Let's celebrate,'' she took a bottle off the shelves and drink to a whole new life.
-XX-
So, I only have one chapter (the epilogue) left! I will write it and post it very soon.
My point of view on the premiere of the sixth season: Let's just say that I'm very, very excited. Everything was just so great. I try not to know a lot of spoilers in advance, but I knew a little for the beginning. I think it's great they come back to Lima. ( I was all for New York) but seeing them there, it was great. I think Rachel and Blaine need to do that and fail before they reach their dreams. It would have been unrealistic if they never fail and just be the stars at the first opportunity; but it is just a bump in the road and they need a challenge to get themselves going.
As for Karofsky/Blaine. It's quite funny; they so don't have any chemestry it's just funny. But I think Klaine needed that. Blaine chased Kurt after he cheated and knew that Kurt was it for him. Now, it's time for Kurt to face the challenge to win him back, because in his turn, he realize that he wants to be with Blaine fully. It's better to get this realization now rather than after the wedding. Don't you think?
I never liked the newbies; Marley, Jake, etc... but I do like the newbies from this year. They seem way more interesting and are actually not copy from the originals. The twins seem funny as hell, Jane got a fun and cool personality and Roderick is just so cute. Can't wait for more épisodes!