Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be.

I have no doubt that you'll believe me when I say that my first thought upon re-entering the land of the living was 'Is the victoria sponge okay?'. Yep, I have my priorities completely straight. I'd just looked Blaine bleeding Anderson in the eyes, fainted and the number one thing on my list was asking about a cake. It made him smile though, and my oh my does that man have a beautiful smile.

'The cake is fine. Kurt caught it, don't worry. Are you alright?'

Kurt caught it. Of course Kurt caught it. If I hadn't already been on the floor, I would've fallen over again when Kurt Hummel offered me his hand to help me up. Knowing my sense of stability, I probably could've fallen over whilst on the floor if I'd tried. But instead, I gathered what little dignity I still had, considering it was late autumn, the grass was muddy and therefore so was my arse, accepted the proffered hand and got to my feet, all whilst blushing like a milkmaid and smiling like a loon. Who said I couldn't multi-task?

'I'm completely fine. Completely. Wow, you're Blaine Anderson. And you're Kurt Hummel. And I have a muddy bum. Oh god…'

If the earth could've swallowed me whole at that moment, I would've been happy. I mean, honestly, I'm a grown woman. How could I embarrass myself that much in the space of eight seconds? They just looked at each other, with amused smiles on their faces, and reached for each others hands again.

In that split second, I was transported back to five years before. I remembered being nineteen and discovering Blaine Anderson, the rising twenty one year old music sensation. I fell in love with his songs and his eyes. I remembered being twenty, when Blaine brought his boyfriend, upcoming actor Kurt Hummel, to a public event for the first time. Blaine had always been very secretive about his private life, but it was well known that he'd been with his boyfriend since they were sixteen, and the media latched onto the couple immediately. Kurt's career skyrocketed, completely of its own accord of course, the man is a genius, and tumblr's most popular tag was born; Klaine. People had never shipped a real life couple so hard, and I was a Klainer through and through. I remembered two years later, the wedding that made fangirls (and fanboys) everywhere weep with happiness and for the loss of hopeless chances with either of the pair. A year later, it was common tumblr knowledge that the pair were looking to start a family. Any fan worth their salt had seen the pictures of the two leaving adoption agencies and surrogacy clinics. And now I had found them, sitting on a bench in a nondescript London park, looking like they had the weight of the world on their shoulders, and I couldn't help but know what'd happened.

'This is probably not what you need right now, some crazy English girl fainting and flailing when obviously something is very wrong, but I just need to tell you that I have always admired you guys, ever since the beginning, and it's been lovely meeting you… If you can call this a meeting, that is…'

I finished speaking rather lamely, as if I'd run out of steam. To be fair, it did feel like I'd just run a marathon in a desert, so I made my way to the bench and let myself drop down, fanning myself with an old edition of New Scientist I had in my bag and looking up at the men before me once more. The smiles they'd had at my lunacy had disappeared and their faces were made of sadness again. I contemplated doing something stupid just to see them grin, because looking at them looking like that was torture. Kurt was fiddling with his wedding band, and Blaine looked like he was thinking way too hard about something…

'You were right about something being wrong, but you kinda just made our day, so thanks'

To say I was a little bewildered would've been about right, but I replied anyway

'Well, my clumsiness is here to make the world a cheerier place. I think. So you're welcome'

Kurt smiled then, and in the way that only couples who are well and truly head-over-heels in love can do, they had a conversation with their eyes. I tried to subtly interpret, but I've never been good at languages, so I failed, but it turns out I didn't really have to.

'Would you like to go get a coffee? Blaine and I are new to London, and we'd love to meet some new people here'

I thought for a nanosecond how you could say 'YES PLEASE I'VE LOVED YOU TWO SINCE I WAS A TEENAGER THIS WOULD BE AN ABSOLUTE DREAM OF MINE PLEASE CAN I TAKE HOME YOUR NAPKIN SO I CAN HAVE YOUR DNA?' in a manner befitting a normal young woman, and settled on

'Sure. We can share the cake too'

Yep. We full-circled back to the cake. Typical.