Hello once again! I'm really sorry about this hiatus and the truth is, I missed this. All of it. But now I'm back.

Now for the story, this chapter isn't long but it might get confusing because of all the jumps but hopefully there won't be any problems. I hope you like it!

Where We Should Have Met

It was eleven p.m and the four boys were getting tired, none of them had sleeping in their mind, though.

"Aaaand pull!" Reed and Shane were building a sheet fort. Of course, Shane was the one leading the whole operation and he actually offered to do it by himself but then Reed would've felt awkward just standing there, useless and watching Shane do all the work.

Reed had been very careful and Shane had only asked him to do easy tasks, such as holding the sheets, gathering the pillows…basically, nothing that would contain sharp edges; the small boy had tripped a couple of times though, but nothing too serious happened.

Once Reed had placed the last pillow on the floor, he looked around. He had never done anything like it before and he was glad to be sharing that moment with someone like Shane.

"Do you like it?" Shane asked.

"I love it." They stared at each other for a moment but then Shane just lied on his back with his arms behind his head.

"Yeah, it's nice. Blaine and I used to do it all the time."

Reed lied sideways, with his elbow on a pillow and his right hand holding his head, "Yeah? Tell me more about it."

"About what?" Shane turned his head to look at Reed.

"You."

"Are you ready yet?" Blaine called from his bed.

"I think Shane has broader shoulders than me." Kurt said as he walked back into the bedroom. Since he hadn't been ready to spend the night and his clothes weren't the comfiest to sleep in, so in the end, he reluctantly borrowed a shirt and pants from Shane.

"Well, he is a dancer."

Kurt sat at the edge of the bed, "You really care about him, don't you?"

"Of course, he's my brother."

"Yes but, the way you talk about him…" Kurt shrugged, "It's cute."

Blaine chuckled, "Well it's easier now, you should've seen him in high school." He shook his head, "It was impossible to keep an eye on him."

Kurt was laughing along, "Why?"

"We went to different schools. Literally, I couldn't watch what he was doing."

"You're a dork." Kurt teased. "Why were you in different schools?"

Blaine frowned, "There was this bully…I had to transfer."

Kurt's expression was serious now, he remembered Karofsky as if he was a nightmare, "Where did you go?"

"Dalton."

"Your brother went to Dalton?"

"Yeah…you look surprised."

"Shane. I went to Dalton."

Shane sat up, "What?"

"I was there once." Kurt said in a shock.

"Really?"

"I was there for a year only…after that I went to an art school in Paris."

"Why didn't you stay?"

Reed shrugged, "I—I don't know. I told my mom and she wasn't exactly happy but after I explained to her that I didn't like the school, she agreed to it."

"You didn't like Dalton?"

"I had no friends." Reed said shyly, a little embarrassed. He knew that was no reason to quit a school but, it was his reason.

"I was supposed to be spying on the competition but…that wasn't my real reason." Blaine waited. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I had a bully of my own."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry."

Kurt shook his head, "It's in the past now."

"Well what happened?"

"Me in that fancy school? Please." That was Shane's explanation as to why he didn't go to Dalton with Blaine. Reed laughed. "No really, I just didn't see the point of it." Shane shrugged, "I had no reason to be there."

"Everyone was rushing, I don't know I guess there was some sort of event." Blaine's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it but he didn't interrupt Kurt. "I touched some guy's shoulder and we talked. His name was Logan."

"Logan." Blaine's tone was bitter.

"Yeah. He bought me coffee and we talked but…I decided to say at McKinley. I guess he just wasn't the right person to sell me the school." Kurt smiled.

"Reed," Shane said seriously, "you do understand that if you hadn't transfer on your freshman year…"

"I was there, Kurt."

"Then you would've met Blaine…"

"I know it because that day, just before the performance, Logan and I had a fight…"

"…and then I would've met you."

"I rushed, he stood behind."

This kept Kurt thinking, he tried to remember him but all he could gather was the back of the others' head. Maybe one of them was Blaine's. "You wanna know what I think?"

"Funny, huh?"

"I think…"

"Yes," Reed laughed weakily, "hilarious."

"…I touched the wrong shoulder."

Everyone went to sleep that night more confused than ever, all of them wondering…what if?