A/N: I know. It's been 90 years since I updated this story. I'm sorry guys. Other things, (Tumblr, other fics, stuff like that) have come up. I hope you enjoy this chapter though. Please remember that REVIEWS = LOVE.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own either show or the Raddison Hotel Adrmiral Toronto-Harborfront.

Blaine settled himself in front of him laptop. He couldn't wait until he saw Dylan's face.

Bleep bloop bleep bloop! Blaine's computer rang. "Hey Dylan." Blaine said with a smile.

"Hey. Where are you?" Dylan said observing the different surroundings behind Blaine.

"Oh, I'm in a hotel. Anyway, how are you? I've missed you." Blaine said.

"I'm pretty good. I've gotta go to this thing with some friends this weekend but I've been good. I've missed you too, Blaine." Dylan said flashing that 1000 watt smile.

"Well, how long do you have right now?"

"Oh, uh about 15 minutes. Hockey practice." Dylan replied.

"Ok. Well I have a surprise for you." Blaine said getting up from the chair.

"Surprise? What is it?" Dylan said giggling. Blaine returns and holds up a bar of soap.

"Blaine, what's that? Does that say..." Dylan started but stopped when his eyes finally read what the package of soap said. He read it over and over and over again. Raddison Hotel Admiral Toronto-Harborfront. "Where are you?"

"Toronto!" Blaine said excitedly. "I hope I get to see you soon."

"I don't know about that, Blaine." Dylan said trying to hide the panic in his voice. "We have a really important tournament coming up."

"Oh. Well if you're free, no matter how late, call me. I want to see you Dylan." Blaine said with a sweet smile.

"Yeah ok. I better go. I'll talk to you soon." Dylan said closing the video chat. He hadn't given Blaine a change to say goodbye but Blaine didn't care. He was just excited about seeing Dylan's beautiful face.

"Oh my God." Dylan said aloud, closing his laptop. He couldn't believe that Blaine was in Canada. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

"You alright there Dylan?" Marco asked walking into their shared bedroom. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"What? Oh I'm fine. I've gotta go. I love you." Dylan said, as he flew around the room collecting his hockey gear and jetting out of the house.

"So, how was it?" Mercedes asked Santana when she returned to their hotel room. The two friends shared their room with Brittany and Quinn. All the girls pulled Santana onto the closest bed. "Spill it Lopez!"

"A good girl never kisses and tells." Santana said with a wink.

"It's a good thing you're not a good girl!" Quinn teased.

"Ok, ok. He's awesome. He's in a band called, Jane Vaughn and the Studz, he's best friends with Jay Hogart!" Santana said squealing.

"Wait. Jay Hogart, as in boyfriend of Manny Santos, Jay Hogart?" Kurt asked, excitedly.

"Yeah! I had a lot of fun. Which is surprising." Santana said kicking her shoes off. "He's kind of dumb."

"That's not nice Santana." Brittany said. "I bet you he's really smart." Santana smiled and gave Brittany a hug.

"Oh here you go Kurt." Santana said pulling out a piece of paper out of her cleveage.

"What's this?" he asked opening it.

"Paige Michalchuk's number." Santana said with a evil smile. "He wouldn't shut up about her. Apparently she's a stylist so I told Spin I had a friend that was interested in that line of work and presto."

"Thank you." Kurt said pulling out his phone. "Ok, ladies. I need silence." he said as he dialed her number.

"Hello?" they all her her answer on speaker phone.

"Hi. Is this Paige Michalchuk?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. Who is this?" Paige asked.

"My name is Kurt Hummel. I got your number from Spinner." Kurt said.

"Ok. Did you need something, hun?" she asked.

"Well, I heard that you are a stylist and as an aspiring stylish I was wonder if you could meet me with and give me some tips." Kurt said. All the girls waited in anticipation.

"Uh, sure hun. Tomorrow at The Dot. Say four-ish?" she asked.

"Perfect." Kurt said beaming. "I'll see you then."

"Bye." Paige said hanging up.

"Kurt are you sure about this?" Rachel asked. "What are you trying to prove anyway?"

"Rachel I wouldn't expect you to understand. You don't have any real friends. I know Dylan's type. He's going to hurt Blaine and I want to stop that from happening." Kurt said. Rachel folded her arms across her chest.

"Now, what should I wear?" Kurt said going through his luggage.

"Are you Kurt?" the gorgeous blonde woman asked approaching his table.

"Um yes. You must be Paige." Kurt said rising from the table.

"You look fab hun." Paige said. "So what can help you with?"

"Actually, I had two reasons for wanting to meeting you." Kurt said, sipping his coffee. "Is your brother Dylan Michalchuk?"

"Dylan? Is that what this is about?" Paige asked, grinning at him. "He'd be flattered but he has a boyfriend." Kurt's heart dropped at those words but he needed to know more. "Oh, well I figured that." Kurt said, forcing a smile on his face. "Well, am I his typen even? What's his boyfriend look like?"

"Oh uh, he's short. Dark hair." Paige said.

"Oh. Have you met him yet?" Kurt asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

"Uh yeah hun. I've known his since high school." Paige said, her featured confused.

"High school?" Kurt asked. "What's his name?"

"Marco." Paige said. "Marco Del Rossi."

"Paige, it was really nice meeting you, but I have to run." Kurt said pulling his money out of his bag to pay for coffee. "Thank you for meeting me."

"Yeah no problem hun." Paige said smiling.

"Could do me one favor?" Kurt asked.

"Sure."

"Don't tell your brother about this. Just knowing that he knew my name would kill me." Kurt said.

"Ok. No worries. Your secrets safe with me." Paige said laughing.

"Thank you. Bye." Kurt exited The Dot and pulled his phone out of pocket. "Mercedes, he's a cheater."