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Turns out people aren't like magnets; they're more like puzzle pieces of the same color

-Diogo Nunes

Kurt woke up and wrinkled his nose immediately. The air smelled like disinfectants and artificialities. Blinking, he looked around. Why the hell was he lying in hospital? He couldn't really remember what had happened, but it must have been something with his head, because it was aching so bad.

"Finally! You are awake", someone next to him said. Kurt turned his head. His dad was sitting next to him, looking concerned.

"Are you okay, kiddo?"

Kurt just nodded numbly. "Yes, I guess. What…what happened?"

"You had an accident", Burt started explaining, frowning. "Crashed into the river while you were texting and having a phone call like Mercedes had told me."

Yes, he could still remember the phone call. And having texted Brittany at the same time. But everything after that was…gone.

"What were you thinking, kid?", Burt just started ranting. "Why did you do something stupid like this? You know exactly how bad it can end. You are lucky because you got away with only a mild concussion."

Kurt bit his lip. He really didn't think when he did those things at the same time. He should have let it be, like Mercedes had told him.

"What I did was stupid, and I'm sorry", he said, bowing his head.

Burt's gaze softened. "You can't do this to me, son. We already lost an important person way too early; I cannot allow that another person will be added to the list."

Kurt squeezed his dad's hand softly. "That won't happen, dad, I promise." He looked up when something occurred to him. "Wait…if I crashed into the river, shouldn't I…be, like, dead? I should have drowned, right?"

Burt frowned. "An anonymous person called the ambulance who found you on the lawn next to the river. Maybe you have been washed ashore or something."

But why was his intuition telling him another story?

Blaine was lying in his bed at his room, staring at the ceiling and thinking.

He couldn't tell why he acted like he did, he really couldn't.

When he came to and saw Kurt lying next to him, he kind of panicked. So he quickly got up and left, returning to the bonfire and feigning nausea so that he could go home (Although he doubted that his friends believed him) While he waited that his mom picked him up, he called an ambulance, telling them where Kurt was. And because he felt bad about his cowardious behavior, he returned to the place where he left Kurt behind, hiding behind a tree and waiting and keeping an eye on him until the ambulance showed up.

Now, he was lying here, and he had absolutely no idea how Kurt was. Blaine hugged his pillow, frowning. He could pay him a visit at the hospital or something. They weren't exactly friends, but he was still worried. He wanted to know whether he was fine or not.

Blaine sighed, turning out the lights and lying back down on his bed. He would visit Kurt tomorrow. For the rest of the night, he looked out of the window to the half-moon.

Maybe he just imagined it, but it was looking brighter than usually.

Kurt hated hospitals. Especially because he couldn't sleep well. The beds were in an uncomfortable position, and there was always something beeping. Luckily, he was alone in his hospital room.

Even though it was late in the night, he just couldn't sleep.

So he was only staring out of the window to the half-moon. Has it always been so enthralling? But Kurt was so bored right now, he would even find a dust particle interesting.

When he considered counting sheep for the millionth time, he heard how his door suddenly opened. Who could it be? The nurse? It was half past eleven, he doubted that she would check on him.

Startled, he looked up – and was surprised to see a familiar Latina standing at the doorway.

"Move your lazy ass, Lady, we are leaving."

Kurt just stared at her. "Santana, you are hopefully aware that I'm in hospital. Because I almost drowned. And I bumped my head really badly."

Santana clicked her tongue. "Stop whining. You got a scratch, so what? Puck found out that a wedding with fancy Europeans is taking place now, with even royals. That's a gold mine, Hummel. It would look weird if we showed up without a guy." She eyed Kurt up and down. "Or something similar to a guy." How flattering.

When Kurt opened his mouth to protest, Mercedes and Quinn appeared next to Santana. They were carrying bags in their arms.

He closed his mouth again, rolling his eyes. "Why didn't you ask Mike?"

"Mike is at Milwaukee in Wisconsin, visiting his grandparents", Mercedes explained, throwing him an apologetic glance. "Sorry, boo, Q and I wanted you to rest, but we have been outvoted."

"Yes, just because Santana was blackmailing Finn into voting for Kurt's kidnapping. Apparently, she had seen his browsing history or something", Quinn added, sighing. "Boys are morons, I don't even know why I found Finn attractive once."

Again, Kurt rolled his eyes, then, he sighed deeply. "Did you say European royals?"

"Finnocence and Puckerman already faked the entrance cards, we just need to walk in, have fun, and strike", Santana winked. "Even you need to admit how tempting that sounds."

"We even brought your favorite Armani suit and your dress shoes", Mercedes said, pointing at the bags she and Quinn were holding. "You just need to put them on and let us drive you to the party."

"And by tomorrow morning, you will be back in hospital", Quinn promised. "We will make sure of that."

Kurt groaned. "I can't just break out of hospital", he tried one last time to talk them out of this insane plan.

Because, seriously, he may be able to do many things, but he would never jeopardize his health.

Santana just snorted. "Look, Lady Lips, my dad is a doc. He showed me how to undo the IV stuff when I was a toddler, so don't worry about that."

"Yeah, and as the daughter of dentists, I can assure you that you look fine", Mercedes added.

Kurt threw his hands up exasperatedly. "I give up! Do with me whatever you want to!"

Santana patted his head. "Good boy." She stopped immediately after Kurt threw her his best bitch glare.

Because nobody, really nobody, was allowed to ruin Kurt Hummel's perfectly coiffed hairstyle.

…

"I would suggest that we split up", Quinn muttered to Santana and Kurt when they entered a pompous ballroom. "If anyone needs help or something, just let us know."

The other two nodded before they all parted ways. Kurt looked around, trying to coordinate himself. Normally, it was no problem for him to socialize, to flirt, but this time, his head hurt so bad, not only because of the loud music and the people around him talking.

Why did the others convince him again to do this?

His friends sucked.

Since his head wouldn't stop hurting, Kurt went to the bar, took a seat, and ordered a glass of water. Was it normal that it hurt like that after only a mild concussion? He knew that leaving the hospital had been a bad idea.

"Do you also hate this?", a voice next to him suddenly asked. Kurt turned his head. A not bad looking guy just sat down next to him, smiling slightly. He had a British accent, so he must be European as well.

"Yes", Kurt admitted. "Usually, I do enjoy parties. But today…I don't know…I feel drained. Maybe I worked too much."

The guy smiled compassionately. "Yes, tell me about it. I'm a true workaholic. Sometimes, I just forget that I have a private life as well." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Adam, by the way."

When Kurt was about to think of a fake name, he stopped himself, because he was so not in the mood for this. Looked like he wouldn't steal from others anyway tonight, so why was it necessary?

"I'm Kurt", he introduced himself, accepting his hand.

"So, Kurt", Adam said, still smiling. "What brings you here? Or more exactly: Who?"

Good that Kurt learned the names of the wed couple by heart before they arrived at this place. "The bride, Kathleen, is the cousin of my friend of my aunt of my mother", he explained.

Adam cocked his eyebrows. "Interesting. And also confusing, to be honest."

Kurt laughed shortly. He started to like that Adam guy. "And you?"

"The bridegroom, Edward, is my cousin", Adam explained. "And as you know, Edward is a royal. He is the thirty seventh in line for the throne of UK." He looked down before he continued speaking. "And I'm the fortieth one, that means I'm royal as well."

"That's…that's something", Kurt gasped. Usually, he would do everything to wrap Adam around his finger and to rob him afterwards, but this day…was different. He just didn't feel like it. "How is it? I mean is a life like that easy?"

Adam shook his head. "It's not like I'm a celebrity or something, like my remote relatives Harry and William."

"You mean, Princes Harry and William of England?"

He nodded. "Yes. But I don't like shouting from the rooftops that we are related", Adam admitted. "I want people to like me because of my character, not because of my heritage."

"I totally get that", Kurt answered compassionately. "Must be hard not to know who exactly likes you because of your name or of your personality."

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Throwing Adam an apologetic glance, Kurt accepted the call. "Satan? What is it?"

"Caboosey and I are done. We are leaving in a few mins, people are growing suspicious."

Kurt sighed. "Okay, I'm on my way."

He hung up and turned back to Adam, sighing. "I need to leave, my…sisters want to go home."

Adam looked disappointed. "Now that we found each other? That's a shame." He pulled something out of the pocket of his jacket. "But please, take my business card. And call me so that we can meet for a coffee or something."

Kurt accepted the card, smiling back at him. "Thank you, Adam. I definitely will. I cannot wait."

With that, he turned around and left the ballroom, smiling widely.

"Why are you grinning like that?", Mercedes who was driving the getaway car this time, asked him curiously when he got into the van.

Kurt just shrugged. "No reason."

"Looks like Lady and one of his acquaintances danced the horizontal tango this time. Wanky!", Santana next to Quinn purred, and Kurt blushed.

"Believe it or not, Satan, not everyone thinks about sex only.", he hissed.

"I still don't get how gay sex is supposed to work", Finn muttered, frowning. Puck started grinning in a dirty way, and Kurt didn't want to know what was going on in his head right now. "Did you ever watch Winnie the Pooh, dude? Just like that Winnie guy sticks his honey jar into…" At this moment, Quinn smacked him hard across the face, making him stop talking.

Kurt facepalmed repeatedly. Why were those people his friends again?

Nervously, Blaine checked his bowtie one last time before he entered the hospital of Lima. He really needed to check whether Kurt was fine.

After all, he kind of saved his life yesterday and just left him behind, unconscious, and now, he felt bad because of his gutless behavior. After Blaine had asked the receptionist where Kurt's hospital room was, he headed to the second floor, kind of nervous.

When he stood in front of Kurt's door, he almost turned around and left, but then, he berated himself in his mind. He just couldn't do that. He owed Kurt an apology.

Gathering himself, Blaine knocked on the door and waited for an answer. But it didn't come. So he just entered – and was surprised to see Kurt sit on his hospital bed, but in his own clothes.

Kurt looked at him, frowning. "Did I allow you to enter?"

"I…I…"Blaine searched for the right words. "Why do you leave now? I thought you needed to stay in hospital until eight pm."

The chestnut-haired boy scoffed, waving it off. "Yes, that's the official version. I'm checking out in a few minutes." He looked up. "Wait…how do you know that?"

"The nurse…she told me about it", Blaine lied. To be honest, he looked at his file when the nurse was busy buying a coffee on the other side of the building. He just wanted to make sure Kurt wasn't seriously injured or something.

Suddenly, Kurt flinched and held his head, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?", Blaine asked, concerned. Maybe that concussion was worse than the doctors said in the file. But Kurt just waved it off. "I'm fine, Anderson." He looked at him, questioning. "What are you even doing here, gel-head? I'm busy, I need to get going."

Blaine rubbed his neck, nervous. "I…I wanted to apologize."

Kurt cocked his eyebrows while he put on a golden watch. "Why?"

"Because…I…I…I…"

Already annoyed, Kurt got up. "Look, I really don't have time for that nonsense. I'm leaving."

"Do you think it's a good idea to leave before the doctor gave you his okay?", Blaine asked, worried.

That guy almost drowned not even twenty-four hours ago, he had seen it with his own eyes. And now, he looked like all of that never happened, like he was ready for the next runway. Blaine would even believe him if he didn't know better.

"I want to meet my friends. It's about our job. Screw the doctors", Kurt shrugged.

"Which job?" Blaine couldn't imagine someone like Kurt work. He was always busy looking at his perfectly manicured hands, just like his bitchy girlfriends.

The chestnut-haired boy rolled his eyes. "My occupation, duh."

Blaine crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrows. "You work?", he asked mockingly. "No offense, but you look like you never lifted a finger in your entire life."

Kurt gave him his best bitch-please glare, and Blaine needed to shudder against his will. "Yes, I do work, dwarf."

"I don't believe you", Blaine answered, sounding sullen. "You are just bluffing."

When he said that sentence, Kurt took off his watch and showed it to him. "I got this watch when I seduced a billionaire's son."

Blaine's eyes widened. "You…you…you are a male prostitute?", he asked, shocked. And was surprised when Kurt laughed.

"No, I'm no prostitute, silly." Blaine sighed, relieved and Kurt on his opposite cocked his head to the side. "Although I did seduce guys, and occasionally girls." He looked slightly disgusted when he said that part of the sentence. "I definitely do prefer guys, but sometimes, I had no other choice."

"Stop talking around the bush", Blaine cut him off, impatient. "Just tell me what your job is!" Why did he even care about that? Why didn't he just excuse himself and leave?

"Fine", Kurt sighed. "My friends and I…we sneak into fancy parties and seduce rich party guests, pretending that we are wealthy as well. And then, we take away some of their stuff without them noticing."

Blaine couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you serious? But that's…scamming! And stealing!"

When he said that, Kurt laughed. "Oh, Blainey, those words sound so harsh", he smirked, patting his head. "We call ourselves the Cons. Like Con-Artists. And stealing? Please, those people have so much, they won't even notice if something is missing."

"But it's wrong anyway!", Blaine protested, enraged. He couldn't believe he worried about that douche. "Manipulating people is not better either!"

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Don't be a hypocrite, Anderson", he hissed. "I'm aware that you are one of those rich kids as well."

Blaine flinched like he had just been slapped, but Kurt wasn't done. "There are kids at McKinley that are not so lucky, but you don't know about it, right, former prep-school-boy?"

The dark-haired boy needed to clear his throat before he spoke up. "That's no excuse for your behavior. Avenging injustice with injustice doesn't make you better at all!" He felt his cheeks redden because of his anger.

"You know what?", Kurt hissed in a hostile way, putting his watch back onto his wrist. "I don't need to listen to that nonsense. Since this is my hospital room: Get out of my sight." Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and he looked at the display. His eyes lit up. "I need to go, hobbit, we are going on another spree."

Blaine looked up, alarmed.

Okay, he really didn't like Kurt. In fact, now that he knew more about him, he hated him even more than before. But something inside him was still worried about him. Because, seriously, Kurt should be lying in hospital, recovering.

"You are not going", he heard himself say.

Why did he even care?

Surprised, Kurt turned around. "Excuse me?", he said, in a calm yet dangerous way.

"I said that you are not going. You need to rest." He couldn't believe that he was just doing that. Because the way Kurt was looking at him right now spelled trouble.

"As far as I know, you are not my dad", he spat. "Mind your own business, Anderson." He wanted to walk past him, but Blaine grabbed him by the wrist.

At the body contact, Blaine felt a weird sensation. As if he had just been struck by lightning or something.

Kurt just stared at him, his eyes widened. In the next moment, he shook his head and freed himself from Blaine's grip. "Don't even dare touching me ever again, hobbit", he hissed.

Taking big strides, Kurt crossed the room, opened the door and left, slamming it behind him.

Blaine stayed behind, still feeling somewhat dizzy. What the hell was that?

lol, I have nothing to add
Peace, I'm out xD