Disclaimer: Okay, Glee still don't belong to me. This means that I still don't earn anything to write this story. At the same time, Buffering actors are not paid to play in Buffering. Yeah, well I too am shocked, it's their job still, so, just how they do to eat? Mystery.

Buffering, on the other side, belongs to me a little. Well, episodes 5 & 6 belong to me a bit because I backed for it. I say to you, my banker won't be long before he discuss my spending choices I think.

I just realized that I gave one of my characters the name of the very nice .902 who helps me a lot for this story to be as realistic as possible. I could say I did it on purpose, but not even. But hey, there's still a chance that my subconscious has strongly guided me in this direction. Good, because I like Melissa. Both Melissa actually.

Otherwise ... I know, for pity, forgive me, I took a long time to write this chapter. The good news is that it is because, among other things, I wrote a lot of rough drafts of futur chapters. The bad news is that I still have to write others before those arrive, so the next chapter will perhaps take also a moment to get write.


What has happened so far in The Rose and The Fox?
After his suicide attempt, Dave moved in with his aunt in Westerville and changed school. He missed his senior year. He dated Cameron, one of the Warblers, but during the summer they broke up, on good terms, before school starts. No big problems between them, it was just no love, so they prefer to be friends. Dave therefore restarts a senior year and was named captain of the football team at his high school. It's going pretty well for him then.
Sebastian has a charming father ... who offers him every Christmas and every one of his birthdays ... t-shirts from all the places where he goes on business trips. Of any size, he's not even interested enough by his son to know what his size is. He must surely no more worry about his daughter he left in France for that matter. Sebastian doesn't exactly have a lot of friends so it's not much a surprise if Dave took the place of best friend, slowly but surely. This didn't prevent that a certain Hunter Harrington, came out of nowhere, to take him the place of the Warblers' soloist for his senior year. Not sure that his father takes it well.Most of the New Directions have graduated and moved to do their lives, but some stayed behind and breaks have been rife because of it during the summer. Tina and Mike separated. Mercedes left Sam to go to Los Angeles, helped by Wes it seems. Yes, Wes, the former Chairman of the Warblers, who had gone to college the year before.
And it seems that despite the promises they had made, Kurt and Blaine broke up too. To be more precise, Kurt broke up, by email, because Blaine cheated on him. Uch, it hurts.


"Tell me it's not you!" Kurt yelled when he saw Sebastian exit the Dalton Academy.

"Um ... It's not me. But what are you talking about?"

"Don't play prick with me Smythe. We both know you were waiting that I turned the back to bang my boyfriend."

"Oh, so we went back to insults …" Sebastian muttered before adding more clearly. "And we both know your Hobbit is too hooked to you to cheat on you."

"That's what I thought." Kurt said, bursting into tears.

"What?"

Kurt kept crying and couldn't talk.

"Kurt, calm down, what happens?" Sebastian asked timidly trying to lay a hand on Kurt's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"He cheated on me."

"Shit ... No, this is not possible, he would never do that, he loves you."

"Yeah, well, he did it anyway. He came to New York to tell me."

"It's not me Kurt; I swear to you, it's not me."

"That's what he told me too. He didn't tell me who it was, but he swore to me that it wasn't you."

"Apparently you didn't believe him."

"He cheated on me Sebastian! How am I supposed to trust what he says now? "

"I don't know. You know me, right? I'm probably not the best person to give you advice on relationships."

"That's why I didn't come to ask you advice."

"OK, so what do you want from me?" Sebastian said impatiently.

"I don't know. I don't know much anymore. I don't even know very well how I got here."

"What is rather frightening since you probably flew and drove I don't know how many hours since you seem to have come with your car that had to be in Lima during all this time."

"Oh, okay, stop making fun of me, this is not the time if you hadn't noticed."

"OK, well, in any case, I don't think you're able to drive your car now. Come in, we're going to my place."

"I'm not desperate enough to have sex with you Sebastian."

"You don't know what you're missing." Sebastian said with a smirk.

"And I don't want to know thank you. The only one I've ever wanted to it was ..." Kurt couldn't finish his sentence, he burst into tears again.

"OK Madeleine. Get in the car before it starts I'll force. If you need to talk all night, I'd rather be sitting. I had lacrosse and Warblers today."

"I'm not a girl?"

"What?"

"My name is not Madeleine."

"I know it was not for that but 'Pleurer comme une Madeleine*', no? Doesn't mean anything for you? What do they teach you in French class? "

"Ah."

Kurt finally decided to get into the car of Sebastian who sighed and rolled his eyes before he turned and get behind the wheel. They stayed silent until they arrived at Sebastian's, Kurt forehead pressed against the window, lost in thought.

"This is your house that?" Kurt exclaimed upon seeing the house. "He's a drug lord your father or something?"

"Ah, ah, very funny, but no. Just, you know, family fortune, all that."

"You're serious?"

"Uh ... yeah. And my father earns a good living."

"And your mother? Don't tell me, she doesn't need to work; she busies herself going to tons of fundraising." Kurt teased.

"Hmm, something like that, probably." Sebastian muttered.

They got out of car and headed to the house. Sebastian opened the door and he was going to lead Kurt to his room when his father stormed.

"Seb! Who's that boy?"

"Dad, it's ... uh Kurt ... Uh Kurt, my father." Sebastian mumbled.

"Hello sir." Kurt said, holding out his hand.

"Hello." John Smythe replied dryly without worrying about Kurt's outstretched hand. "You realize that you can't bring your 'friends' when Melissa is here."

"She may end up finding it suspicious that none of my friends will never come home."

"You know very well what kind of friends I talk about Seb. " John replied, eyeing Kurt.

"I know very well what you mean. His father is a mechanic but he's my friend." Sebastian threw, voluntarily bypassing the obvious problem.

"Oh, because on top he's below us"

"On top of what?" Kurt asked a little confused.

"Let it go Kurt."

"That I let go? Sorry but I just get insulted by someone who has not even taken the time try to know me. I don't let go. I wanna know the charges against me" Kurt got mad, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Please." Sebastian sighed.

"On top of what?" Kurt insisted without moving.

"Oh please, you know very well."

"No, indeed, I don't. That's why I ask." Kurt was baited, more stubborn than ever.

"That you're gay." Sebastian dropped shouting. "My father is not homophobic, it's just that it's very bad for his image. Do you mind give up and come to my room now?" Sebastian asked in a plaintive tone.

"Seb, you don't think that I will let you bring back ... THAT to my home without saying anything."

"His name is Kurt and he's my friend, just my friend. Don't worry; he made it quite clear that he wanted to do with me nothing that could make you blush."

"A friend? I'm not an idiot please Seb! It is plain as the nose in the middle of your face he's ... what he is."

"Homosexual, Mr. Smythe. You can say it, no one has ever entered into spontaneous combustion for uttering that word."

"Kurt, please." Sebastian pleaded.

"Did you at least fill your application to Princeton? You know you've got to do your utmost for the letter and the essay. Your name will help, but it won't do all."

"I know dad, I'm working on it."

Melissa then appeared.

"What's going on? What's all the shouting?" She asked. "Hi Seb." She said, hugging him briefly. "Hello ..." she added, holding out her hand to Kurt.

"Kurt." the young man introduced himself shaking the outstretched hand.

"Pleased. Melissa." The young woman introduced herself in her turn. "Someone up his mind to tell me what happens?"

"Nothing. We were just talking a bit loud." tried to reassure Sebastian.

"Besides Kurt was going, is not it?" suggested John Smythe with a leaning gaze to his son.

"Yes, we were going to leave. I just came to tell that I'll spend the evening at a friend's; he'll help me for my essay for Princeton."

"And I asked at which you're going."

"Uh David." Sebastian said after a brief hesitation.

John cast a disapproving glance at his son but made no comment in front of Melissa.

"Well, you'll make me read when you're done, it's really important for your career that you can get in Princeton."

"Yes dad. Good evening."

"Good evening son."

Sebastian reopened the door and pulled Kurt with him, who tried to say goodbye to the two adults. Melissa replied cheerfully but Sebastian's father didn't even make the effort to open his mouth or even make a nod. The two teenagers resettled in the car and Sebastian angrily hit the steering wheel.

"Fuck, Kurt, when I tell you to let it go, can't you just shut up? Are you pleased with yourself? You're going back to New York; you can tell your little adventure to Rachel Barbra, oh what fun it is. I live here I will point out. Thank you, really, thank you." Sebastian got mad.

"Wait, are you serious here? I should do what?"

"Shut up! Let the storm pass. Not be so ... gay." Sebastian muttered.

"Wait, take me of a doubt, the last time I checked, you were as gay as me, so gay that everything that interested you was stealing my boyfriend, my ex, who cheated on me... Anyway, this is not the point. So maybe you can explain to me why I should be less gay than you." Kurt was furious.

"Forget it. I'll take you where? You don't have a girl friend to who go tell your life is ruined because your boyfriend went to see if he could do better than you? Apart from Rachel. You would have done better to stay in New York, I could have told you on the phone that he had apparently no need to fuck me to make sure I'm not half the man you are. "

"Shut the fuck up Smythe. You're really gonna 'work on your essay for Princeton at David's'? Or you'll just go stuff your ass and bang the first jerk coming at Scandals to check how much you're pathetic?"

"Fuck Princeton. But yes, I'll probably go to David. Certainly not the one he guess." Sebastian said, pointing to the house. "Not that it changes much, that said, he wouldn't like any of them, without even knowing them. A fag or a nigger, it's the same for him. Yeah, I'm pathetic, thank you, I know. Now, just tell me, at whose house I'll drop you off so you can pour your hatred against your boyfriend, sorry, your ex, because you see, I'm not really in the mood for it."

"So David and you? There you are finally, you ...?"

"We're friends Kurt, just friends okay? The best I've ever had but there is nothing more."

"That's why you run to him as soon as you have a little skirmish with daddy?" Kurt asked, incredulous.

"Yes, more or less. Well you run to me when you break up with your hobbit. You really want to discuss my choice right now?"

"No. I'm going with you."

"OK, I would bet for the airport, but I must be able to do with that. If Dave and Sarah agree of course."

Sebastian pulled out his cell phone to send a message to Dave.

Sebastian to Dave: Can I come over? With Kurt? Break up emergency...

Dave to Sebastian: Break up emergency? How so?

Sebastian to Dave: The hobbit cheated on him apparently.

Dave to Sebastian: We're waiting for you.

Sebastian to Dave: Thanks

Dave to Sebastian: No problem, that's what friends are made for

Sebastian started his car again and they went in silence to the apartment of Sarah. Kurt was deep in thought, looking through his window.

"It's not your fault." Sebastian suddenly dropped.

"What?" Kurt asked, suddenly pulled from his thoughts.

"If he cheated on you. It's not your fault. I don't know who this guy is, what efforts he made to draw him into his bed, nor why or how it happened, but I'm sure it's not your fault. "

"It is, a little." Kurt whispered. "I let myself be carried by life in New York, I almost stopped answering his calls, and I left him behind."

"What you wanted to do? Stay in Ohio a year waiting he graduates? Kurt it's your life, you couldn't stay behind. You were not enough available? Okay, probably, but he could at least talk to you instead of ending up in bed with a stranger."

"How would you know that it was a stranger?"

"I don't. What I know is that it'll lead you nowhere to scourge yourself. It takes two to make a relationship or fail it. You've both made mistakes, that's all."

"I know. It's just that sometimes I feel like it's my fault he did it. But it hurts, it really hurts, I feel that I can't trust him anymore. I'm just lost."

Sebastian parked in front of the building of Sarah; he took a breath and turned to Kurt.

"Give yourself time. Give you both, time. You barely 18 years old and have known no one else, maybe you will get back together and maybe not. That's life, that's how."

"When was that you've become an expert in couple relationships?"

"I don't know. Probably when I realized that the first love, that doesn't necessarily last a lifetime. Come on, he awaits us. I'm sure he is now biting his nails, wondering how you are. "

They got out of car and went to ring the doorbell. Dave opened to them looking visibly upset and turned directly to Sebastian.

"Hey, you okay? What is this breaking story? I didn't even know you had a boyfriend to start." He asked passing a reassuring hand on the arm of Sebastian.

"Oh, I'm fine. It's Lady Hummel who has trouble digesting his breakup with Blaine actually."

"What? You broke? But how is that possible? You were clinging like magnets." Dave worried turning to Kurt.

"It's a long story. Can we come in or we will discuss on the door?"

Dave shifted and they went all three in Dave's room, settling on the bed or on the beanbag in the corner of the room.

"Just tell him that it's not you, will make me feel less alone." Sebastian tried to joke.

"Not me ... what?"

"The fucker with who his hobbit cheated on him. Well, I say fucker but after all, I don't know, maybe it was the other way. He's a top or a bottom the little curly?"

"Are you serious Scar? You really think only about that!"

"Guess I'm not the only one ..." Sebastian muttered, earning two dark glances from his friends. "Yeah, well, sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"You really are hopeless." Dave sighed.

"Hopeless, pathetic, disappointing, and lazy I don't know what day it is, but apparently this is my day. Oh, perverse too, he didn't say the word but he thought of loudly enough."

"For once not." Kurt protested.

"Not you, my father." Sebastian muttered.

"Oh, you've seen your father today?"

"We saw my father actually. I tried to bring Kurt to my place. What a great idea right?"

"Oh, okay. Well guys, I know what you need." Dave threw rising and starting toward the kitchen.

The other two looked at each other dumbfounded and stood up to follow their friend. They watched him open the freezer and take pots of ice cream seriously questioning this sudden behavior.

"Uh ... What are you doing?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I take out some ice cream and we're going to watch a good old romantic movie, Sounds a little like a girls' blues party but given the number of times we're treated as girls because we like boys, we have the right to act girly at least once right?" Dave said "Kurt, chocolate, butterscotch or vanilla-pecan?" He asked as he had already released a pot of cherry ice cream for Sebastian.

"Um ... chocolate." Kurt said a little surprised but without discussing the idea.

Dave handed each pot to Kurt and Sebastian and took the butterscotch ice cream for himself. He took out three spoons and headed for the living room, followed by his two friends. Sebastian sat on the sofa, on the side of the wall, back against the wall cross-legged, leaving enough space on the couch so that Kurt could sit and a gap in front of him for Dave. Kurt moved to the other end of the couch, leaving enough space between them so that Dave could sit. The third teen selected a DVD and installed it in the player before going to sit on the floor and distribute the spoons. He started the DVD.

"27 Dresses? Really? I wouldn't have thought that about you David." Kurt exclaimed.

"No comment, eat your ice cream and cry about the movie because you can't cry over your lost love and that it's good to have a good cry sometimes."

"Oh, so when you said 'girls' blues party' you weren't kidding. And on what you will cry you?" Sebastian asked sarcastically.

"Alex. The beautiful gloomy brown haired guy who hits on me when there's nobody around, who invites me to drink coffee, flirts with me but acts as the good friend as soon as one of his friends comes and asked me very clearly to keep quiet about his homosexuality because he hasn't came out yet."

"WHAT? But what is this story?" Kurt exclaimed.

"Well, if you can keep it for you ... I have nothing against him, I intend to keep quiet about his secret if he's not ready, I know too well what it feels like. But in the meantime, I don't think I'm ready to get into this kind of relationship. But I like him. I'm stalemate."

"I wonder if you didn't just win. Start the movie, it looks like we all need it." Sebastian said.

"Oh yes, because you need it for what you? The last guy you've hit on at Scandals was also a top so you couldn't bang him?"

"Oh, that's clever that Kurt, thank you. New York has a bad influence on you. I have no twisted love story to tell, sorry, I have to focus on my application to Princeton because 'every Smythe go to Princeton' even though I have no desire to go there." Sebastian replied bitterly.

"And where would you go?"

"Anywhere as long as it's not Princeton. It's fine; we can watch the movie now?"

Dave pressed the play button; the movie started as they opened all their pot of ice cream and began to dip their spoons into it.

"That, it will end on my hips, sure, but it's too good." Kurt complained.

"Don't worry, your hips are just fine." reassured him Sebastian .

"Yeah, they didn't prevent Blaine to look elsewhere."

"Blaine is an idiot who doesn't realize what he let slip through his fingers, that's all." Dave said in between mouthfuls.

"OK, that's the proof that it's much better to be a guy. It looks really convenient to pee with a wedding dress." Sebastian said with a laugh before a scene where the heroin assists her two friends brides to the toilet.

"Ah you said it." added Dave.

"So him, he must be the one she will marry at the end of the movie predictable. Cute enough to eat, of course he's straight, they always are." Kurt exclaimed.

"Or in the closet." Dave added bitterly.

"I don't want to question your abilities Kurtie, but they look very off track to end up together now."

"Hatred is a form of love. It is all three in this room to share ice cream and tears. You think we were well on our way for it at the beginning?" Kurt said.

"Oh, not really, no." Dave groaned with a small grimace.

"Oh no Jane, your boss, really? Idiot, he doesn't care about you." Sebastian muttered.

The three boys watched the movie, dutifully emptying their pots of ice cream while commenting on the film at the time.

"Is it pretentious if I say that Santana's version of that song was even better than the original?" Kurt asked.

"Not really because you were not even on the team when it took the New Directions to Regionals."

"Uch, it hurts that."

"Does this guy is moron or what? She lied to him just to make him believe they were the same for all. It is plain as the nose in the middle of the face right? It's too big; no one can be that similar."

"Straight people have the right to marry for too long, they take the opportunity to do just about anything."

"Forget all, they're both as idiots as the other. Who can organize such a wedding in three weeks?" Kurt rebelled.

"Uh ... I think our creator seems to think that it's even wide." Dave teased [1].

"Oh sweet Gaga no, who can put that ugly golden pig on their wedding list?"

"Um, that's a kind of revenge, if you want my opinion." Sebastian replied.

"Oh, oops, Kevin, you're in a bad position. You shouldn't have done that; didn't you know that your boss would publish without saying anything to you? Always happens like that."

Sebastian had finished his ice cream and held the pot with one hand while the other had started caressing Dave's nape absently. Neither of them noticed the glances that Kurt threw at the scene, a half smile on his lips.

"Oh, wow, the girl who made this stunt has my full respect. This jump in high heels, what a talent!" Kurt exclaimed, seeing the heroine jump into the boat from the navigating bridge already removed narrowly avoiding the stairs at the entrance of the boat.

"Shh, you'll ruin the conclusion." Sebastian replied, staring at the screen.

"I never thought you, Sebastian Smythe, could be romantic."

"There's a lot you don't know about me Hummel."

"Yes, it seems. " Kurt mumbled with eyes on Sebastian's hand playing in Dave's hair.

While the movie would end, Kurt couldn't take his eyes off his two companions. Sebastian's hand was still on Dave's neck while the latter had lightly pressed his head against the leg of the boy on the sofa. Neither of them seemed to be really aware of the situation.

"Yours is for when? " He asked innocently when the end credits began.

"Our what? "

"Occasion to make your friends, sisters, cousins wear one of those horrible dresses."

"What?"

"Your wedding, idiots!"

"Oh no, that can't be true, he won't do it again." Sebastian sighed.

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, well, since the secret is out, I suggest we go to your room to send in the air, then immediately now."

Dave laughed to Sebastian's comment, not seeming at all bothered by the sexual innuendo.

"Oh, okay, laugh at me, but you won't rob me of the head that you act a little as more than as good friends with each other. Just look at you." Kurt said, pointing to Sebastian's hand that hadn't left Dave's neck and the head of the latter that was still leaning against the thigh of their friend. "And you think I haven't noticed that Sebastian had the ice cream flavor he wanted without you had to talk?"

Neither of the two had time to answer, the entrance door opened and Sarah called.

"David? I'm home. Oh, you don't seem fine you three." She said, entering the room.

"Blaine." "Princeton." "Alex." Replied the three teenagers in chorus as if one word was enough to summarize what had brought them to empty the freezer watching TV.

"OK, not all at the same time. What happened to Blaine?"

"He cheated on Kurt. We don't even know with whom, but not me anyway." Sebastian replied.

"Okay. Princeton? It's not too early to depress? I'm pretty sure that the deadlines for applications are not passed."

"Well indeed, his father wants him to go to Princeton, like all men of the family, but he would rather go somewhere else and he still has got to apply for Princeton." Dave explained.

"And so, who is Alex?"

"A boy really deeply in the closet who likes David and it's a little mutual, but it would mean that they have to hide, so obviously, it's complicated. He was elected winner of the best cause of depression." Kurt said in his turn.

"Oh, okay. So the program is ice cream and ..." Sarah marked a little pause, time to take the DVD case. "27 Dresses? It's a choice rather ... surprising."

"What you want Sarah, we're boys full of surprises, you'll have to get used to it."

"Yes, I see it. Well, I don't know you but I'm dead tired, I must confess that my evening program was like 'shower-eat-sleep', not necessarily in that order."

"Uh, yes, of course, we'll let you, eh Sebastian." Kurt apologized.

"Huh? Uh, yes, that's it, we'll go home."

"You'll go back home? Whereas you saw your father while bringing Kurt at your place? Sorry, I don't believe that at all."

"Believe what you want, anyway, Kurt is on foot, so I have to bring him back ... I'm not sure where though, at this hour, parking lot Dalton's should be closed."

"You can both stay the night if you want, as long as you don't make too much noise and I can sleep until noon tomorrow. And if you don't mind eating buttered noodles because I don't really have the courage to do something else."

"Okay. But then, on one condition." Sebastian said with a smirk.

"You're scaring me ... What condition?" Sarah asked.

"You start your little program by the shower; in the meantime, we take care of dinner. I don't know why, but I'm sure that cooking is an antidepressant."

"I begin to understand why some straight girls tend to fall in love with boys like you. Poor them." Sarah said with a big smile.

"Go, shoo, in the shower, we take care of everything."

Sarah obeyed while the three boys erased the evidence of their afternoon of depression. When she left the bathroom, wearing a jogging, hair still wet, she was greeted by the enticing smell of chili that the boys had prepared. The table was set and she had only to put her feet under the table to eat. They spent the meal talking about everything and nothing, carefully avoiding sensitive subjects.

When they were done, Sarah was about to begin to clear, but she was kindly sent to bed by Sebastian who assured her they would take care of that too.

"Oh, okay, okay. Well, boys, for your information, I'd rather that it wouldn't be useful that night while I'm in the room next door, but if needed, there is a box of condoms in the bathroom."

"Wow, no thank you, it won't be used that night." Kurt said embarrassed.

"Are you sure? It's a pity, I dream of a threesome, it was now or never." Sebastian teased, making Kurt blush.

"Stop Scar, go take a cold shower, think about something else."

"Oh, okay, if we can't even joke."

"Good night, boys."

"Good night, Sarah." the three teenagers said her in chorus.

While Sarah went to bed, Kurt and Sebastian prepared the couch and Dave changed the sheets of his bed. They let the bedroom to Kurt, the other two sharing the couch.

The next morning, Kurt woke up early for a Saturday morning. The apartment was completely silent. He decided to get up and try to reach, as silently as possible, the kitchen to make coffee.

He gave a little smile when going through the living room, seeing his two friends sleeping peacefully, back to back but glued against each other. Just friends right? Really?

He managed to reach the kitchen without waking them and startled seeing Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in front of her.

"Oh, sorry, it was so quiet; I thought everyone was still asleep. Hi Sarah." He whispered.

"Hi Kurt, slept well?" She asked in the same tone.

"Yes thank you and you?"

"Very well thank you. Want some coffee?"

"Yes thank you, but I'm going to serve myself, don't move."

Kurt poured a cup of coffee before resuming the discussion, still whispering not to wake Dave and Sebastian.

"You saw how they sleep together?"

"I saw yes. Dave has a bit agitated sleep when Sebastian is not there. And each time he stayed here, I heard Sebastian moan in his sleep and I found them as they are this morning. And they sleep as if they hadn't slept for ages."

"And they say they are just friends ..."

"I know. I think they're sincere, they just don't see the evidence. But even just being friends, they're good for each other. I don't quite know how it'll be next year when they go to college in different States."

"It might be better if they just stay friends so. " Kurt said, gloomily. "Long distance relationships, it doesn't work."

"Hey, it'll be fine, you'll see." Sarah said, putting her cup to take Kurt's hand. "You're young, it's hard I know but you'll see that you'll get over it, you'll meet someone else. You'll never forget Blaine because you never forget your first love, but you'll keep the good memories and you'll create new ones with another that you'll love with all your heart too."

"I still love him. I know it's silly, but I still love him. It was my choice to leave him; normally you take this decision when you don't love the other anymore."

"Not always." Sarah sighed.

Then Dave and Sebastian had woken up and joined them. They had shared breakfast and Kurt and Sebastian took leave. The taller brought back his friend to Dalton to retrieve his car.

Kurt was still devastated, but after that night, he had a little more clear idea about his situation and felt ready to return to New York and regain his life and his dreams.


[1] Yes, this is clearly a comment about RIB and this wedding Kurt organized all alone in one week, nice job Kurt, how did you do for the dresses of the bride and bridesmaids in such short time?

*Translations
Cry like a shell-shaped cookie (literal translation) that means you cry a lot