A/N: So here's the next chapter! Yay for finally getting it done! And in my awesomeness I have the next chapter almost done too! Cheers for motivation! And classes that require me to do nothing which allow for lots of writing time (:

Also I would like to thank The Devil In Me for her character Omar! I'm still looking for more names if anyone would like to contribute (:

Enjoy!

"Wes, sitting there worrying isn't going to make the plane go any faster." Wes started to argue, but Sarah cut him off.

"I know, baby. I know. I love Blaine too. And that little girl. But getting over-worked isn't helping you any. Just go to sleep, it'll make the ride go by quicker."

Wes' eyes looked empty where they were rimmed with darkened skin. Sarah took his hand and put her head on his shoulder. He leaned against her in the airplane seats near the engine. The only ones open at such short notice.

"How can I possibly sleep? Ava and Claire were the best things that ever happened to Blaine. He finally got a family. He's missed so much in his life – been through so much. He can't handle this if she…" He sighed.

"How can I sleep when his world might end?"

"Uhm…"

Kurt whipped his head around, realizing that Ava and her mother were staring at him. Ava's mouth was open slightly as her eyes darted from Kurt to the door that Blaine had just disappeared out of. Claire looked shocked, but as she stared at Kurt, realization slowly dawned like the sun on her face. Her confusion turned to anger and she stood with her arms crossed.

"I think you should go." She said, her voice guarded.

Kurt was astounded. "You… Don't I even–"

"No. You don't. I've heard so much about you and so little from you over the years that you're only making this worse right now." Her eyes warmed a little and her grimace fell as he continued to stare at her, mouth open slightly.

"Just go. Please? It won't be good if you're still here when Blaine comes back."

Kurt nodded at her words, staring hard at the floor as he exited the room. As the door was closing, he heard the little girl finally talk.

"Mommy, who was that?" Kurt looked over his shoulder at her from the hallway. He couldn't see Claire, but he heard her respond from the other side of the room.

"Just an old friend of Daddy's."

Kurt walked away, but the conversation kept going, oblivious of the fact he had been listening.

"They're not friends anymore?" Ava asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

"No, sweetie. Not anymore." Claire sighed.

"Why not?"

Claire smiled, trying to be strong for her daughter. "Because boys are stupid. And they all have cooties."

Ava giggled and Claire hopped up into the hospital bed, pulling Ava into her arms and kissing the top of her head.

Blaine clutched his coffee where he sat in the lobby of the hospital. Based on the sun sifting through the glass wall beside him, it had been about a day and a half since he had talked to Kurt. Ava was still getting endless scans and tests (thankfully administered by nurses). Her surgery was expected to take place that afternoon. Claire had told him it was meant to be mainly exploratory, and Blaine had taken her word for it, not wanting to spend any more time with Kurt than absolutely necessary. He didn't want to talk to anyone really. He wanted to be the temperamental, angsty teenager he never was.

How can I let one man make me feel like this? Blaine thought, mentally smacking himself with an attitude check.

He stood to refill his coffee cup, deciding that Ava and Claire would be awake by now, and that he would go back to wait with them for Ava to be taken into surgery.

Blaine didn't realize how completely oblivious he was to his surroundings until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Seriously, man? I flew all the way across the damn county for you, and you're just gonna ignore me like that?"

Blaine stared at the small Asian man he had called his best friend since high school.

"Wes?" Blaine was utterly dumbfounded. Was he still asleep? Was he having hallucinations from a caffeine overdose?

"Stop drooling and hug me, you moron!" Wes exclaimed, pulling Blaine into his chest. Blaine embraced his friend, glad to have someone like him in his life. He made eye contact with Sarah over Wes' shoulder. She smiled brightly and moved to hug his as Wes let go.

"Blainey!" Wes laughed, Blaine groaned.

"Sarah! They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but then you show up again and screw it up!" Sarah cuffed him in the arm and Blaine smiled. Sarah had been one of Claire's friends, which was how Wes and Sarah had met. Blaine really did like Sarah, but they were so much alike it was hard not to tease each other.

"So where are Ava and Claire?" Wes asked, rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Blaine stifled a laugh as he realized it was a Dalton sweatshirt. Some people just never grew up….

"They're upstairs. We're waiting for Ava to get taken into surgery." Blaine continued to tell Wes and Sarah about the surgery she was having. As they reached the room, Claire saw them from the other side of the window pane in the door. Her face visibly brightened as she jumped up to open the door.

Claire opened her mouth, but her greeting was lost in a sudden, high pitched screech of:

"Uncle Wes! Uncle Wes!" Ava was bouncing up and down on her bed. Wes rushed in and swept her up in a big hug.

"Hi, baby girl!" She snuggled up close to him.

"You haven't come to see us in so long." She whined as he passed her off for Sarah to hug.

"We know sweetie. And we're so sorry." Sarah replied as Ava latched on to her in a way Blaine knew meant it would be a struggle to get her to let go.

"We really are, Ava. But I was busy! See this pretty lady right here?" Wes said. Ava nodded, and he held up his left hand. "Well, I tricked her into marrying me!"

Ava laughed loudly, and Sarah set her back down on the bed. Ava pulled Sarah down to sit with her, not ready to give up her new company.

Blaine leaned over to Claire. "I'm gonna take Wes for a little bit…" Claire nodded slightly, smiling as Ava launched into the tale of the life and death of the pet fish she had over the summer.

Blaine gave Wes' sleeve a slight tug, gesturing with a nod of his head to the door. Wes followed his lead, Ava completely oblivious as she continued her whirlwind monologue. Blaine shut the door quietly behind them.

As he opened his mouth to tell Wes his own tale, he heard his own words mirrored off of Wes' lips.

"Blaine, you'll never guess who I saw the other day!"

Blaine chuckled a little darkly. "I was going to say the same to you. Who did you see?"

"Sebastian!"

Blaine snorted. "Where was he? On a pole?"

Wes laughed. "No, actually he was with his husband and their daughter. She's four."

Blaine felt like his jaw must have been grazing the floor.

"Flies with gather, Blaine. Calm yourself. Sebastian also told me Nick and Jeff have a son on the way. Nick's sister is carrying the child for them. They got married two years ago."

"Wow," Blaine said, running a hand through his curls. "Time really flies, huh?" He paused. "Wait, I thought Jeff was straight!"

"Blaine, please" Wes scoffed. "But what were you going to tell…"

Wes' eyes turned dark as they zeroed in on something down the hall over Blaine's shoulder.

"Wes?" Blaine bristled at the voice that hadn't gotten any lower since high school. He turned just in time to see a white coat disappear around the corner.

"Well… Uh…" He stammered. "Pretty much… That."

Wes stalked briskly off toward where Kurt had just disappeared.

"Wes!" Blaine called, but his friend was already gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing that things probably weren't going to go up from this point.

"Hey." An irritated voice said from behind him. He turned to see a tall, tan, dark-haired man behind him. Blaine was slightly intimidated as he realized the stranger was about a foot taller than himself.

"Who are you?" Blaine asked, shifting his weight so he was leaning as far back as possible from the muscular man as possible.

"Omar. I'm a friend of Kurt's. So you're the famous Blaine Anderson." Blaine stared blankly at him, keeping quiet as the only response he could think of was something along the lines of "Uhhhh…"

"So, how's that girl of yours, huh?" He asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine snapped defensively. No one had any right to say a word about his family.

"Look, asshole. All I'm saying is: don't think that I don't know about all the shit you've pulled. And I watch out for Kurt. And when Kurt comes and tells me he dumped his boyfriend, and then I here that you're in town?"

Blaine looked at him incredulously. He couldn't possibly think…

"I've known Kurt for a real long time. And he's been a fucking mess for as long as I have. So don't you dare make this any worse than you already have."

"I haven't done any…"

"Yes you have." He interrupted. Omar's voice was surprisingly even. His eyes softened a little. "You have a baby girl with your girlfriend or wife… Kurt had no one."

"Wait, you think that Claire is… That we're…?" Blaine could practically feel his frown lines forming.

Omar shrugged. "Well, wouldn't you?"

Blaine massaged his eyes with the heels of his hands. "It's not…" Blaine broke off, realizing he was now alone in the hallway. He let the air in his lungs out slowly; deflating like a popped balloon. Because that's how he felt, really…

A popped balloon. Sinking fast…

Wes wandered the hallways that were becoming ever-more similar. Kurt obviously knew his way around much better. Wes hadn't caught him, and was now hopelessly lost. He tried turn after turn, wondering whether or not he was going in circles.

And then he saw Blaine.

His friend was leaning against the wall behind him. Arms crossed, and eyes closed; completely still. Wes walked up to him and pulled on his arm, tugging him gently along by the wrist.

"C'mon. Let's get something to eat."

Blaine and Claire walked beside Ava's bed as she was wheeled to the surgical unit. Wes and Sarah watched from the doorway of Ava's room – they hadn't been allowed to walk with the others since they weren't immediate family.

Wes was stroking Sarah's hair, her head leaned on his shoulder. Tears were falling down her face, chasing the one before down her porcelain cheeks.

"What happens if they can't fix her?" She asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.

Wes shook his head, biting his bottom lip.

"I don't know…"

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