A/N: Okay... Wow. What. A week.

Why yes, I'm still not over this episode, thanks for asking. Seriously, who did actually expect these scenes? No one? Thought so.

If someone hasn't watched it, beware. Be alone when you do. I couldn't stop laughing out of jubilation for 5 minutes straight after they first came on screen (wow, did that sound strange or is my mind dirty? Evalilly, don't answer, we both know your imagination is sexier than mine :P)

I have to stop now, or else I'll never do. Back to my story (what? Isn't this a place we all just voice our opinions after the episodes air? We actually have to write stories too?)

This chapter is long. Like, really, really long. What can I say, I liked where it was going! Plot is here, again - and something actually interesting, smut isn't too far away ;) that's right, this ain't a cute, PG rated fanfic. Just sayin ;)

Nothing else to say. Enjoy yourselfs, fellow Klainers! And remember; the odds are in our favor!

Chapter Eight – Something About You Now, I Can't Quite Familiarize

Kurt was looking out of his trailer's window, gazing the sun set in the horizon, his mind wavering. He could hear laughter from other trailers, and it was one of these days that he'd wish he'd never asked Sue – a little bossily, maybe – for his own separate trailer. But then again, he didn't think he'd like sharing his personal space.

He thought about Sue and an amused smile graced his lips. She was horrible. She'd have her good days, but most days her only goal would be to rain on everybody's parade. She had at least two nicknames for everyone; his own were Princess and Porcelain; the first one because he looked and acted like "a little spoiled girl", as she told him and the other one because his skin "was so pale, ghosts would be envy". They hurt at first, but through time they'd become sort of amusing, especially when he didn't really look so delicate anymore.

He walked towards his bed, wanting just to lie down for a while, before they made it to their destination. He took another glimpse as he passed in front of his mirror, secured firmly against the wall with pins and staple. It still startled him, the fast transforming of the roundness of his face to the strong, angled lines that defined it now.

He lay in his bed, turning his head to look at the sunrise a little more. It had been a peaceful day so far, which meant that sooner or later, Sue would do something to ruin it.

"You, Twiddle-Dumb! Go tell Porcelain to come in my office, I need to talk to him!"

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. Before he could stand, Brittany had opened his door and motioned at him to come outside. "Kurt, I still don't think Sue had learned our names. Do you think perhaps we should make some signs and always wear them, so she'll never confuse them anymore?", she asked him as he was walking past her.

He smiled gently at her and took her hand, saying "That's a delightful idea, Brittany! Why don't you get started, maybe you could do all of our cards, because I think some of us are a little shy."

"You are right, Kurt! I should start right away, or else I'll never make it in time!" she exclaimed and skipped to her own trailer.

Kurt smiled one more at the direction of the young girl and walked towards Sue's trailer. It must had been something extra important, or else Sue wouldn't have stopped the course of the entire company just to talk to him.

"Oh, how great of you to grace us with your presence, Princess" she snarled at him. It gave him a feeling of security.

"Hello to you too, Sue. May I inquire as to why you called me here?"

"Well, if you're so eager to know, I want to share my thoughts with you. You are my head Cheerio, along with Santana, and the one of you two I, terrified, find myself to like some days. Thankfully, they never last long."

Kurt tried too hard not to roll his eyes.

"Anyway, after your notes on the New Directions' show, which I may add were a little bit over the top for me, I've come to a conclusion. I think we should join their company, since they are the second greatest in the continent, which will benefit us. I would ask for your opinion on this, but it is trivial, so you'd better go and tell the news to the girls."

The news had caught Kurt by surprise. Sue never admitted someone's vantages, much less took someone's advice but her own. Still, he felt his chest light with the thought that he'd see the members of the 'New Directions' again; or just specifically one person…

The trailers had stopped, so he gathered all the Cheerios around him and shared the news. He didn't stay to see their reaction, but just dashed to his "room", deciding what to wear for when they'd arrive at the other company's campsite. He would rather wear a barrel than his Cheerio uniform, that he was sure of.

Blaine was slowly waking up, feeling a little sore. His pillow felt unusually rough underneath his cheek, almost like cold soil. He dunk his forehead in the pillow, feeling dampness. He opened one eye and shrieked, jumping up. It really was cold soil, and God knows how long he'd been sleeping on it. Heavens, he might have even eaten some.

His nose crinkling in disgust, he rose up and dusted his clothes. He looked at the mayhem of blankets that had fallen with him on the ground, scratching his head to comprehend when and how he'd fallen. He looked over to Canarino's cage, the bird still sleeping, and he went outside his tent to find Sam waiting for him.

"Blaine! Did you hear the news?" the blonde man asked him. Blaine rubbed his eyes, shrugging his shoulders and looking at his friend with a sleepy yet inquiring eye. "The Cheerios are coming back! That crazy woman, Sylvester, sent Will a letter informing him when and how they'd be here! In fact, they should be here in a while" he ended, finally taking a breath and glanced at his watch. He turned his eyes on Blaine and his face took a curious and confused expression. "Man, why are you all dirty?"

"I've fallen off my bed at night, somehow" Blaine rubbed his eyes once more, and then stretched his arms like a cat. He let the sun warm his face a little more, and then told Sam "I'm going to the lake to take a bath and clean myself for our guests. Don't tell anyone, will you?"

"Of course not, you can count on me" Sam yelled behind his shoulder, running towards Quinn that had dropped all of what seemed to be the year's supply of apples, and looked positively ready to throw a tantrum. Blaine mimicked Sam's actions, running in the opposed direction, towards the lake they had found when they were exploring the campsite. No one else had found the landmark, so they used it as a personal hide-away or just a bath. The water was cold, but after a while they'd get used to it.

He slipped out of his clothes, taking his time, basking in the sun a while more. The early and unexpected for mid-October snowfall had gone as it came, quickly and unnoticed. The weather was warm now, so he took every opportunity of swimming in this little lake.

He quickly dove into the blue underneath him, trying not to think of the chilliness of the water. He swam a bit around, dove once or twice more, and then just relaxed. He made for the banks, gripping the bar of soap he'd taken with him, and washed his hair and body – some of it anyway, since most of him was underwater. He left the bar on the ground once more, diving into the water to rinse out the soap. He rose once more, shaking the excess water off his hair.

"Would you mind if I joined you?", the voice that haunted his dreams asked him. Blaine snapped around, startled, resulting his slipping and falling into the water. He swam up, coughing and gagging. When he opened his stinging eyes, he saw Kurt standing at the banks of the lake, his hand resting on his jaunting hips. He was smartly dressed, a dark, fine-tailored suit hugging his slender yet strong waist and his dress pants just a little too tight around his crotch, making Blaine feel the water around him a little hotter than it actually was.

Kurt smiled like he was holding back a fit of laughter. Blaine made a malicious thought about what the best way to kill Sam without anyone suspecting him was, all the while trying to avoid eye contact with the boy in front of him. Something that wasn't proving to be an easy task.

"Well, I guess I would be mortified too if another man caught me half-naked inside a lake, so I'll rid you of the embarrassment and go away for now" Kurt joked, turning to leave. "But just so you know, anyone else would just sit here and enjoy the view" he continued, not turning to look at Blaine. When his figure disappeared, Blaine hung his head in frustration and hurried out of the water, dried himself off quickly with his towel and put his clothes on.

The moment he returned to the campsite, he spotted Sam rubbing the back of his neck and resembling a kicked puppy while Quinn was shouting at him, because apparently in his eagerness of helping her, not only the apples had taken a second trip to the ground, but also the oranges and a sack of flour. Oh, that'd be interesting to witness.

"She really is something, isn't she?", Kurt asked him, hands in his pockets, eyes on the scene before them. Seriously, Blaine thought, one more unexpected appearance of his and I'll start considering he's not entirely human. Not that it is a difficult task, after all…

"Yes, but she can be very kind when her moons are right, I'll give her that" Blaine commented. Kurt turned to face him. Blaine avoided his eyes, insert clearing his throat and looking at Sam and Quinn once more. "So, about before…"

Kurt chuckled and waved it off. "It's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed or anything, and you certainly don't need to be mad at your friend for that. He actually tried to block me", he scuffed, as if that was impossible.

Blaine smiled at the confidence of the young man beside him. "So, how come you returned?", he asked, curiosity picking his mind. "Well, apparently Sue made up her mind and decided that we should join with you. And maybe she was influenced by your latest show…" Kurt responded, eyed gazing nowhere, and shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way. He turned his head to smile mysteriously at Blaine.

A small line appeared between Blaine's brows as he was thinking. "But, she wasn't there at the show, was she?"

Kurt chuckled and closed his eyes. "No, I can assure you Sue didn't attend the show. But someone else might have done so." Blaine was taken aback by those words. It couldn't be, he would have noticed him, right? Kurt awaited for Blaine's response, the man before him looking at the ground and contemplating the facts he was just given. When Blaine raised his eyes to meet his own, he was on edge to listen to what he had to say.

"Would you like to go for a walk? It's positively beautiful here at noon" the young man asked instead, taking Kurt by surprise. "I would love to", Kurt answered, so they began walking side by side through the thin arrange of the trees.

"Did you like the show then, Kurt?" Blaine asked him, turning to look at him.

"It was beautiful. Every single act was wonderful to watch in its own way; but my personal favorite was the acrobatics show."

Blaine blushed and looked anywhere but Kurt's face, which was graced with a beautiful smile. "Really? And why would that be?"

"Well, for one, the performers seemed to be extremely talented" Kurt noticed, "and also the storyline was captivating, although sad. All in all, I might have seen a handful of acrobatics acts, but this was the best one."

"You don't need to be kind, you know", Blaine told him after he was finished. "I'm sure there were some parts that could have been a lot better, and I refuse to believe that you have never watched anything better that that" he concluded, bending down and picking up a flower. It was a stunningly beautiful white carnation, with tiny specks of blue on its tips. "Do you like flowers?", he asked Kurt while standing up again, hiding the flower by his hip.

"I do, actually" Kurt commended. "And I wasn't just being kind, I never lie or compliment. I am always honest with everyone; treat others the way you want to be treated, that's what I think" he added, smiling sweetly at Blaine.

"You seem quite wise for someone your age" Blaine said, offering him the flower. "Here you go, kind sir."

"Why, thank you, sir Blaine" Kurt played along, hardly hiding his giggle. He stayed silent for a moment and just looked at the flower. "I would pick you", he finally said, his eyes still cast on the carnation.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, confusion in his eyes.

"If I was to choose between you and a fairy betrothed, I would choose you" Kurt whispered, leaning forward. He tucked the flower in his breast pocket and walked away to where all the Cheerios were gathering. "See you later, Blaine!"