Hi fellow Gleeks. It's a sad day in the fandom and the world in general, so this chapter is for Cory Monteith, the angel who is now keeping the Glee fandom safe from heaven. I write my stories a few days in advance (it's a whole system) and this is the first one in a while with a mention of Finn, and it just so happens to be the one that was to be published today. I'm going to go on writing these stories, but I don't know how I'm going to write Finn in, if at all. So Rest in Peace, Cory. And Gleeks, my PM box is open if anyone needs to talk. 3

Kurt and Blaine sat out on Kurt's lawn. Kurt had his computer in his lap, doing something for Vogue, while Blaine was diligently working on his packing list for college.

A strange noise rang through the neighborhood, breaking Blaine's concentration. "What's that?" he asked.

Kurt looked up and laughed. "That's Mrs. Burnham's car. It's from the eighties and has hundreds of thousands of miles on it. She lives across the street," Kurt replied.

Blaine had always wondered who lived across the street in the stone house with neat flower beds in the front and a black and white cat that tended to wander into the Hudson-Hummel yard.

The car came into view and roared into the driveway across the street. A petite woman with grey hair and a long dress emerged, carrying a bag of groceries.

"Hi Mrs. Burnham," Kurt yelled across the street.

She turned and smiled. "Hello Kurt! How are you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Yourself?"

"Oh, I'm good. This must be your Blaine you're always talking about?" she asked, motioning to Blaine.

"Yeah, that's me," Blaine said, smiling. "Nice to meet you."

"You too, dear. Stop in any time, boys. I always have fresh cookies." She went inside the house.

"She seems so sweet!" Blaine said.

"Yeah, I go over and help her clean her house when her arthritis is acting up. Finn's convinced she's a witch because she chased him off of her lawn when he and Puck were skateboarding on it a few years back," Kurt said.

Blaine laughed. "And you talk about me?" Blaine asked, smiling.

"Well how could I not?" Kurt leaned in for a kiss. "Let me finish this and then we can make something to eat. I only have bit left," Kurt said. He finished up and they made a lovely dinner, even bringing some over to Mrs. Burnham, per Blaine's request.