Hey guys! This chapter is a little different, I'll admit it. It has A LOT of OCs. But most of them you'll never see again. This is what happens when Blaine goes to LA, from Blaine's POV. I struggled with how to present this, because each of the people Blaine meets is going to help him grow and learn about himself. You'll see what I mean when you read it. We'll get Kurt's side, don't worry. :)

Chapter 25

"Do you really have to go?" Kurt ran behind Blaine, checking to make sure he had everything he'd need in a carry on, "Can't you just do the interviews via Skype? I mean, really."

Blaine turned on his heel right before the guards, "Kurt, I have to go." He knew one of them had to be strong, it had been a long time since they'd been apart for such a long period of time, even if that was only a week. "You know I don't want to. I want to be here with you," with that, Blaine felt a prickle in his eyes, "Shit. I didn't want to be that couple."

Kurt wiped away the tear quickly, "Honey, we are that couple, unfortunately."

Blaine gripped Kurt's hand, rubbing his finger over his ring, "When I get back, we're going to be in full on wedding mode, okay? May will be here sooner than we both think. So maybe you could scout out some locations while I'm gone?" Blaine figured the only way they were both going to survive this is if they stayed busy the entire time. "Just promise me you'll look at a few churches?"

Kurt grimaced, "Yeah. I just thought we could look at them together…"

"We will," Blaine reassured Kurt, "But I just think it's better if you pick what you like, and I go through and look at your favorites. Otherwise we'll be looking for years."

"Boarding call for flight 364 to LAX" a voice announced near the terminal.

Kurt saw the look of pain pass over Blaine's face, "Shit. Kurt. Why didn't I ask if you could come with?"

Kurt never thought Blaine would be the one that couldn't handle being apart. "Blaine, you have to go."

"Final boarding call for flight 364 to LAX" the voice taunted again.

Blaine slithered a hand to Kurt's back, pulling him close, "I love you. So much."

"We're going to apart for a week Blaine, I'm not sending you to your death…" that's when Kurt started to panic. "Oh my God. Blaine. What if the plane crashes?"

"Thanks for that vote of confidence," Blaine said in a small voice, silently cursing his grandparents for getting rid of the family plane last summer.

Kurt gripped onto Blaine tightly, "Quit your job. Come back to the diner. We don't need nice things. Oh my God. Don't go."

"We do need nice things," Blaine wrinkled his nose, "Calm down, I'll be fine." He leaned down and firmly planted his lips on Kurt. "I'll see you in a week. We'll Skype every night."

"Promise?" Kurt leaned in for another kiss, making it deeper than Blaine thought appropriate for public, but he responded.

"I promise," Blaine walked off, holding onto Kurt's hand, "I love you."

"I love you too…" Kurt held onto Blaine's hand until it wasn't possible anymore and he watched his fiancé disappear behind the door, turning around for a final look. Kurt blew him a kiss.

Sunday - Blaine's POV

Blaine landed in LA seven hours later, and he was not in a very good mood. Even though he was in first class on the plane thanks to the company name, there was a socialite who insisted her dog get a seat on the plane, and it barked the entire flight.

Not only did Blaine now picture the Chihuahua on a spit over a fire, but he also missed Abu terribly.

As soon as he got through the gate, grabbed his bag, and got into the company provided car, he called Kurt.

"Blaine! How's LA? Is it fabulous? How was the flight?" Kurt sounded the fake happy he always used when he didn't want Blaine to know how sad he actually was.

Blaine sighed, "The flight was long. LA is….bright, so far. I'm on the way to hotel now. I miss you."

Kurt laughed, "I miss you too," he shifted the whipped cream and tissue box off of the coffee table.

Blaine felt a pang when he realized that Kurt wasn't going to admit how hard this was on him. That's okay, Blaine was fine being the weak one. "This week is going to kill me."

"At least now you'll have a week to change your mind about getting married. Maybe you'll meet a cute little California boy out there and forget about me." Kurt was joking, but Blaine heard the malice.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm going to the hotel now, sleeping, and tomorrow when I wake up it will be all business." Blaine sighed as they got caught in traffic, he forgot what it was like driving everywhere.

"Hmm hmm. Don't let your New York attitude get in the way, go out and have fun!" Kurt wanted Blaine to enjoy himself, because he had the next few months planned out, and Kurt knew they wouldn't be fun for Blaine.

"I'll try. Since I know you looked it up, what can I do here?" Blaine leaned his head against the window of the car, trying to imagine Kurt. It had only been seven hours and he was already a mess.

Kurt rattled on about shopping plazas, restaurants, and clubs he could visit. Blaine just listened to the sound of his voice for the next twenty minutes.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but I have to go, we just arrived." Blaine looked at the huge hotel and sighed, this wasn't what he wanted. The Beverly Wilshire was a huge hotel that was ridiculously expensive. He wanted simple, but the company insisted on first class everything. "I love you."

"Take pictures! And I love you too!" Kurt was fighting back tears, "And have fun!"

"I will. Love you!" Blaine hung up and watched helplessly as the concierge grabbed his bags and suit. He followed the man into the foyer of the hotel, a huge chandelier filled the enormous room. He walked up to the woman sitting at the desk, who smiled at him immediately.

"Mr. Anderson, your room is on the sixth floor, they have reserved a Rodeo Suite. Is that correct?" The woman looked like she could have been in a magazine.

"Yes," Blaine honestly had no idea what any of that meant. He just wanted to wash his face and lay down.

"Paul take you there now. Is there anything you'd like? The company sent up what you requested." The woman continued beaming at him.

Blaine hadn't requested anything, but he went with it anyway. "No thank you, ma'am."

"Have a nice stay!" She bellowed, looking relieved.

Blaine followed the man to the elevator and they rode in silence. As much as Blaine hated this lifestyle, he knew how to live it. Before he went to Dalton, this was his life. Every time his parents had a meeting or an event, they stayed in places like this. Slipping back into it was so natural that it scared Blaine.

"Here you go sir," Paul opened the door, "If you need anything just dial zero." He placed Blaine's bag in the foyer of the room.

Blaine slipped him money and smiled, "Thank you!"

The man looked shocked at Blaine's politeness, but nodded and left, clicking the door closed.

Blaine sighed and turned to look at the room, "Holy shit," he muttered, "Did they realize I don't have a small family?" The suit had a living room with couches, chairs, a television and a few potted plants. There were fresh flowers on the table, he walked over and saw they had a card.

Mr. Anderson,

Thanks for helping us out! Your itinerary will be email tonight, get a good night's sleep and be ready by noon tomorrow.

Gary Launders

Blaine didn't know Mr. Launders yet, but he had heard about him from Mr. Parson. He was supposed to be a fairly nice man who ran the West Coast operations of Sony.

He immediately walked to the bedroom, and he had to admit that he loved the huge bed. He plugged in his phone right away, texting Kurt a quick heart. He walked through the closet and realized he should hang his clothes up, but decides to forgo it.

He washed his face and flopped on the bed, not even bothering to pull down the comforter, never mind the fact that it was only 5PM LA time. He was just about to get to sleep when his phone started ringing.

He groaned, but had to at least look at the caller ID incase it was Mr. Parson or Mr. Launders. It wasn't – it was Kurt.

"Hullo?" he husked through the phone, attempting to not open his eyes anymore.

"Get out of bed and hang your clothes up before they get even more wrinkled," Kurt demanded, and Blaine heard Abu barking in the background.

"No, it's comfortable here."

Kurt laughed slightly, "Do you want to look like a mess when you meet your future partner?"

Blaine grumped and stood to grab his suitcase, "Yes mother." He opened his first suitcase and realized that his clothes wouldn't actually get wrinkled, because everything had been repacked. "Kurt, did you repack my clothing?"

"Re…Repack? No…." Blaine could hear the guilt riding in Kurt's voice.

"Kurt Hummel! Did you change what I packed?" Blaine held up a pair of jeans that he definitely didn't pack, as well as a few pairs of dress pants that he didn't even recognize. "And go shopping for me again?"

"Well, yeah…about that.." Kurt fished around for something to say, "Actually, Blaine, I have to go. Talk to you later. Love you!"

Blaine grumbled as he looked at his new clothes. Kurt had great taste, but Blaine wasn't even sure he knew how to work half of the zippers and buttons on the pants, let alone the shirts. As soon as everything was in its place, Blaine fell back asleep.

Monday

Blaine woke up Monday morning to find himself sideways on the bed, over the covers, and still in his outfit from the previous day. It was only 7AM, but he had slept over twelve hours, so he wide-awake.

He sat up and looked around the room, debating what to do. He could veg-out in front of the television, he could go exploring, or he could get breakfast.

Blaine decided to order breakfast in his room, and when he did he saw that there was a gym in the hotel. Ignoring his growling stomach, Blaine threw on gym shorts and a t-shirt that somehow evaded Kurt's grasp and went to find the gym. He found it easily, and slipped his headphones on. He ran for nearly an hour before he realized that he needed to shower and get ready for his meeting.

After grabbing a smoothie at the hotel health bar, he showered, but when he went to get dressed, he was confused. All of the clothing Kurt packed was still within Blaine's style and taste, but Blaine had no idea how to pair any of it together. In New York he'd be wearing his thick winter coat and boots, but it was in the sixties in LA.

After quickly doing the math in his head, Blaine realized that it was 6:30 in New York, and Kurt would hopefully be awake and moving around. He grabbed his phone and dialed.

"Good morning!" Kurt answered cheerfully, and Blaine could hear him cooking.

"HELP! I don't know how to wear any of this!" Blaine hitched the towel at his waist, "I'm so lost!"

"I packed everything in outfits, so just put them on together."

Blaine groaned, "Why didn't you tell me that when I was unpacking?" He hadn't paid attention to what was with what when he unpacked.

"Okay, okay, what are you doing today?"

Blaine glanced at his laptop to see the day's itinerary, "Lunchtime meeting with Mr. Launders, then he's showing me around LA, then I meet the first person who wants to be my partner for dinner. Then it just depends on what that person wants to do. They have to show me a good time apparently." Blaine was nervous about that part. He was underage and didn't really know anything about LA.

Kurt mentally went through what he packed for Blaine, "Okay wear your dark jeans," he heard Blaine start to protest, "No, that are formal enough. The red and blue plaid button up under the blue sweater. No you do not look like you are back at Dalton. The brown shoes, the brown belt, and the brown watch I packed in the front pocket that you probably didn't unpack. Okay?"

Blaine had the outfit set on the bed, "Yes. I think. Are you sure I won't look like I'm back in school?"

"Yes. The blue is three or four shades off."

Blaine grumbled as he pulled his pants on, only Kurt would know that the shade of blue was off. "Thank you, babe. Have a good day at work!"

Kurt laughed, "Yeah. Hayden is actually showing up today so I'll be able to move."

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine."

Blaine hung up and mentally cursed himself for not asking Kurt how to get his hair to look decent. Frowning, Blaine took a handful of gel and went to work on his hair.

Around noon, there was a knock on Blaine's door, when he answered it, he was surprised to see the man standing in front of him. He was short, shorter than Blaine, and dark with a mass of spiky hair. He looked only to be in his mid thirties. "Blaine! It's so nice to finally meet you! Mr. Parson told me a lot about you. I'm Gary, and please call me that."

Blaine smiled, "I'm Blaine, as you know, come in, come in."

"Actually, if you're ready, we have reservations. Stupid things, really, but we have them." Gary was dressed in khakis and a button up, and suddenly Blaine felt very overdressed.

"Okay, that's fine. Where we headed?" Blaine slipped his wallet and phone into his pocket and shut the door. He felt like he was walking in cement. Gary basically crawled down the hallway.

"Blossom Vietnamese. It's a great place." Gary dialed his phone quickly, "We're coming out the front door, yeah. Yup. Thanks."

Blaine stood and waited for the black town cars the company had in New York. When a smaller car pulled up, Blaine got a confused look on his face.

"Hybrid. We don't mess with those fancy black cars around here." Gary jumped in the drivers seat and Blaine took the passenger's seat.

The car ride there was so bumpy and twisty that Blaine was positive he was going to be sick.

Then, at the restaurant, the only options were vegan.

"Blaine, I'm going to be honest with you. Mr. Parson sent you out here to find a partner, but I also think he sent you here to see if you like this better. The west coast needs help, Blaine. Our sales are way down and so far everything is just a wash. So give us a chance. You'll like us." Gary's smile was bright, and Blaine couldn't help but grin.

Even though he was really craving a burger, Blaine had a great lunch and some good conversation about up and coming artists with Gary. Soon enough, it was time for him to go meet the first person vying to be his partner – a woman named Violet.

Violet was beautiful, she had long brown hair, green eyes, and stood 5'11". "You must be Blaine Anderson!" her voice sounded off, but Blaine put it behind him. She moved in to hug him and when he hugged her back she flinched. "Oh! Sorry, these are new!" she motioned to her chest.

Blaine didn't really know what to say, "Oh. Sorry! I'll be careful next time."

She gave another fake giggle, "Okay so I figured since you've never been to LA I would take you to the best part of LA – shopping! That way we can talk and be comfortable with each other. Then I got us dinner at the best steak house in LA."

Blaine liked her a whole lot more when she mentioned steak.

That was until two hours later when they ended up in the music store. Blaine decided to browse some of the local bands, trying to see what caught his attention.

Violet went straight for the top forty section. She motioned to Blaine and looked around, "This girl? Totally a lesbian. I was at a bar the other night and saw her doing body shots off of another girl, and I was like that is the grossest thing ever. Can you imagine?"

Blaine bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He didn't know how she would react if he told her he had no interest in doing body shots off women. "Hmm."

Blaine didn't buy any CDs, but Violet left with almost three hundred dollars worth of compilation CDs, even some that were from local, unsigned bands. "These guys?" she held up a CD for one of the unsigned band, "Will melt your brain. They are amazing, the guitar work is flawless and the vocals are so haunting. The lyrics could use a little help, but I'm sure that comes with time, right?"

Violet told Blaine to get into her car and she would drive them to the steak house. Blaine looked precariously at the car, but had no other choice. As they were driving, Violet started thinking out loud, "So I know you have three more days of this, but I'm just saying, the two of us, we could work well. You're a hot guy, I'm a hot girl, we could take this music world by storm. Hot people get places in life."

Blaine fought the urge to roll his eyes. How could this girl know so much about music, but nothing about life in general?

When they finally arrived at the steakhouse and got their meal, Violet sat and watched Blaine eat. "You know. If we worked together we could spend a lot of time together," she leaned forward, "and since I'd be new to New York, I wouldn't know anyone…"

"Violet, I'm gay." Blaine announced, popping an asparagus spear into his mouth.

"Oh, well darny doodles."

Blaine decided he wasn't going to pick her.

Tuesday

Blaine spent the morning in LA attempting to write some more songs. He walked the streets and just looked around at everything he could. Did Mr. Parson really want him to move there?

Would Kurt follow him?

Would it be worth it?

Could Blaine even live in LA?

Blaine was supposed to meet the next candidate at a coffeehouse around 3PM. When he arrived, there were plenty of people sitting alone, so he felt a bit foolish just looking around.

A tall boy with a blonde faux-hawk waved him over, "Blaine?"

Blaine smiled at sat with the boy, "Yes! You're Nathaniel?"

"Nate, please. God. Only my dad calls me Nathaniel." He pushed a cup towards Blaine, "I got you a tea."

Blaine sipped the tea and shuddered inwardly at its bitterness, "Thanks! So tell me about yourself."

Nathaniel leaned back, "I graduated from UCLA in June with my Master's in marketing and a minor in music. I'm single. Straight," he glanced at Blaine, and Blaine was thankful this guy could at least tell he was gay, "No ties to LA. I grew up here, but I've traveled all over – London, Paris, Rome, Orlando, Tokyo. I like a lot of acoustic, alternative, top forty, and country music. I'm not a fan of rap, hip hop, or anything like that. I like simple things. Grass. Sunshine. Open spaces."

"Grass, sunshine, and open spaces? Well those are things you won't find in the city, I'm afraid." Blaine laughed, then quickly masked it, afraid he hurt the man's feelings.

"Really? What about Central Park?"

Blaine took another small sip of his now lukewarm tea, "Well, yeah. But I know I don't get to go there every day. Most days I don't even see vegetation unless it's in a pot somewhere." Blaine looked outside and saw the palm trees lining the road and the huge green bushes, "We don't have any of this."

"That sounds dreadful," Nathaniel frowned, "But I mean, you didn't grow up in the city, right? You grew up in Ohio…I read it on your profile on the Song Page. Didn't you miss the grass?"

Blaine thought for a moment, "Not really. I mean, sometimes I get sick of the concrete and the smog, but the city is what it is, you know? It doesn't mask it's face with colors and shows. It is dark, depressing, it hurts sometimes, it takes more than a few flowers to make it the most beautiful city in the world. Which," Blaine pauses for emphasis, "it is."

Nathaniel laughed, "I doubt it. LA is just..it has the best of everything, you know? It has the wilderness but it also has the city, and the shopping, and the shows. Plus there's the garbage and the noise."

"I thought you'd never been there?"

Nathaniel rolled his eyes, "I haven't. But everyone I know that has said it's positively disgusting. My friend Tiff went and said she saw a homeless man jerking off in the park."

Blaine shrugged, "Probably true."

"Why do you people who live in Manhattan think it is so amazing?

Blaine shook his head, "Because it is." He mentally crossed his name out, anyone who thought LA was better than New York didn't deserve a job there.

Wednesday

Blaine found himself at dinner with a forty-year-old man named Matt. Kurt wouldn't take it so well if he found out Matt was gay and single, but Blaine wasn't even able to contact Kurt. He hadn't answered any text messages all day.

But Matt knew music.

"I'm just saying, without Ringo Starr, The Beatles wouldn't have had that sound that made them who they are," Matt spoke with his hands a lot, and Blaine found himself just watching the man talk. "These bands today don't understand the importance of a man like Ringo, he was the true star of that band. That's why they're still classics today."

"Exactly! I mean, people who push the boundaries get further. I'm so sick of hearing this bubblegum pop music with no meaning, no social consciousness!" Blaine had forgotten about his food at that point.

"These little girls that parade around strumming two chords on a guitar or hitting three keys on a piano? They don't count as singers. They sing songs manufactured for them. Even if they wrote the songs it would be better. But no! The music industry needs a strong dose of reality and soon!" Matt was everything Blaine wanted in a partner for this.

He was strong minded, he was tough, he had age, something Blaine thought was going to be a detriment to him, and he was cool.

Blaine laughed and started to get antsy, they'd been talking for nearly three hours and he really needed to get up and move. He started tapping his foot, running his hand through his hair, and playing with his ring – which got Matt's attention.

Matt grabbed his hand, "You're married? Damn, I thought you were gay."

Blaine had gotten to the point where he didn't tell anyone he was talking to for the job about himself. "I am gay. And I'm engaged." Blaine checked his phone for the five hundredth time that day, and Kurt still hadn't texted him back.

Matt shook his head, "Damn. Engaged? You're a baby! Slow down!"

Matt was spiraling in Blaine's mind, "Well, we've been together awhile, and we've been through a lot."

Matt put his hands up, "Whatever man. I'm not going to judge you. I live life free and easy though. You know? Hook ups whenever. I don't like having ties. That's why I'd be able to move to New York real easy. No one here to hold me down."

"No friends?" Blaine tried to twist the conversation back to him.

"Friends come and go." Matt slurped the last bit of his soda. "Money and sex is forever."

Blaine didn't cross his name off, but couldn't wait to run this one by Kurt.

Thursday

Blaine was sick and tired of interviewing people now. He didn't understand why he needed to do anything. Why couldn't the company interview people?

He knew it was important they had chemistry, but he had no chemistry with anyone so far.

And he missed Kurt. A lot. The night before, he had cried because he missed Kurt so much. Kurt wasn't returning his calls and said he was too busy, but now Blaine was really upset. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, and hoped Kurt wasn't mad at him.

Blaine arrived at the second to last meeting and saw a woman in her late-20s. She was covered in tattoos and piercings. Immediately Blaine was drawn to her intense personality. "I'm Regina," she stuck out her hand and gave one of the firmest handshakes Blaine had ever felt.

"I'm Blaine. What are we up to today?" Blaine hated this whole 'first date' scenario where they had to plan what he was going to do, even if he didn't like it.

"I figured we could go to this museum that has a bunch of really cool rock shit, and then there's a bar that has this kick ass show tonight. Don't worry that you're not 21, I have it under control. Sound cool?"

Blaine grinned because that sounded amazing, finally someone who got him. "So tell me about yourself."

"Oh god, is this a first date?" the girl was surprisingly normal for someone Blaine met in LA. Though he didn't hate the city quite as much as he did at the start of the week, due to the fact he had spent time wandering around by himself. "Anyway. I'm the middle sibling which means I have a constant chip on my shoulder. I have a boyfriend named Adam, he's in a band. I like a lot of music. I love rock and classical music. I hate rap. I do like top forty if you can believe it."

They spend the afternoon looking at the guitars of Aerosmith members and microphones of Elvis Presley. She introduced him to music that he never heard before in a listening room at the museum.

That night, they went to a bar where a rock band was playing. As it turns out, it was Adams band.

They were good.

Blaine was mesmerized by the music and the lyrics, they had everything from political messages to love songs. Blaine kept checking his pone, but Kurt never texted him.

Blaine was starting to get worried, but there was nothing he could do from all these miles away.

Regina was dancing near the stage, socializing with the crowd as Blaine leaned against the bar, surveying everyone. Regina had an aura that people were just attracted to.

"Hey there sexy," a man walked up to Blaine, attempting to hand him a drink.

Blaine laughed and held up his wrist, "Sorry, underage." To let him in the bar, they had to put this stupid paper bracelet on him. He felt like he was a five year old at the carnival.

"That doesn't matter," the man leaned into him, "You're hot." He thrust the drink into Blaine hand.

Blaine set the drink down, he'd seen enough after school specials to know better. "I'm also engaged." Even though he isn't talking to me.

Blaine spent the rest of the night warding off the man's advances and watching Regina socialize. He liked her.

Friday

By Friday morning, Blaine was flipping out. Kurt still hadn't texted him back. Blaine called Santana and she said she hadn't seen him at all for the latter half of the week. Hayden said he seemed perfectly normal and she would tell him to call.

He never did.

Blaine changed his flight to get back a few days sooner, saying he didn't need to stay in LA to make his decision.

Even though he did.

Blaine met the final man at his hotel. When he opened the door, he was a bit taken aback. This man was gorgeous. Not Blaine's type, but gorgeous.

"Hi! I'm George. Sorry, my daughter was acting up all night and I'm usually ten minutes early." The man smiled easily at Blaine, "It's nice to meet you!"

Blaine motioned for him to walk into the room, "I'm Blaine! It's fine, I totally understand. My dog has made my boyfriend and I late for work several times."

The man laughed, "A dog? Wait until you have kids. Pandemonium."

"Have a seat, tell me about yourself." Blaine was starting to feel like a psychiatrist.

"I'm George. I'm twenty-two. I married my high school sweetheart when I was seventeen. We had a baby three months ago, a girl named Destiny. I don't really have a degree or anything, but I'm really into rap music and country. It's a weird mix, I know. I thank my parents." He shrugged, "Anything else?"

"Why would you want to uproot your whole life and move to New York?" Blaine stared into the man's eyes, trying to imagine why moving a three month old would be a good idea.

"I want her to grow up surrounded by the city. That's how I grew up, and I loved it." They sat talking for a few more minutes before George stood, "Why don't you change, I have something to show you."

Blaine stood, surveying his outfit. It was the only set of clothes he had left, and he thought he looked good, "Is this not good?"

George turned, "What? Oh, you might want to wear jeans and a t-shirt."

Blaine was more than happy to change into his street clothes. What he wasn't happy about, was where George took him.

"Paintballing? Seriously?" Blaine held the gun in his hand, "I don't even know how to work this."

"Learn." George hit him with a paintball right in the back and started running.

"Holy shit that hurt!" Blaine chased after him, firing a few test shots. It didn't take him long to get how to work the gun.

Forty-five minutes later, Blaine was covered in paint, and he was heaving on the ground. George was covered in a few bits of paint, but he was relatively clear.

"How was that for a job interview?" George smiled.

"Honestly? Horrible. You attacked me at your interview," Blaine had welts on his arms.

"You couldn't shield yourself. Not my fault." George laughed, "Well, let's be honest. I didn't have much of a chance anyway. No college degree, a kid, and poor as hell."

Blaine sat up and looked at him, "I have no degree, I'm pretty poor, and I'm gay. I had no chance either."

Blaine had a lot of choices to make before he got on the plane tomorrow. He wanted to run this all by Kurt, but it was impossible.

What was going on?

Who do you guys think Blaine should pick? Comment and let me know! Also, what's wrong with Kurt? Is drama coming? Bryce? You'll find out soon. :)