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[OPEN] "It's a big girl world now, full of big girl things. And every day, I wish I was small."

Who? Maggie Gresham and OPEN
What? Arrival
When? A few days after Blaine's arrival, Sunday afternoon
Where? The beach

This could not be happening. It just couldn't. There was no way on earth that Maggie could've screwed things up this badly. In the wake of Kurt and Blaine's wedding, which had rapidly disintegrated into a murder scene from some godawful movie, everyone had been in a state of depression, shock, and grief that was far beyond their ability to just deal with. You didn't just "deal" with watching a dear friend, a precious person that you loved dearly, being shot down in front of you in cold blood. There was no dealing with that, and while everyone was horrified, and trying to be there for Blaine at the same time, while somehow trying to keep living, it was far, far too much.

It was what had driven Maggie, grief-stricken and alone, to a bar in Manhattan, where she had every intention of drinking until she was numb. What she hadn't expected was to find a familiar face there, someone who'd been at the same wedding, witnessed the same horrifying scene, sitting a few barstools down from where she was planning to sit. Neither of them really wanted or needed to be alone in the wake of that, and after far too many drinks, they ended up back at Maggie's apartment, where they'd shared a drunken one-night stand. It wasn't exactly the run of the mill pull, given that they'd known each other for years, and were good friends, but it had been something that both of them needed -- the contact, the intimate connection, the reminder that they weren't alone, that they could still feel something.

( The next morning, he'd left, though both of them promised to keep in touch... )

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Well, fuck...

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"I'm gonna soak up the sun."

Who: Blaine Hummel-Anderson and open if anyone wants to interrupt him
Where: The beach near the bungalows
Time of Day: Just before sunset
Open or Closed: Open

The sun was preparing to set on the island, and for the first time since arriving, Blaine found himself tentatively setting foot out on the beach for a little bit of fresh air. Since reuniting with his beautiful husband, they had pretty much gone underground together and Blaine forgot anyone else in the world but Kurt existed. Now Kurt was fast asleep inside the bungalow, even snoring softly with told Blaine he was exhausted and finally fallen into a deep sleep after watching Blaine like a hawk without much rest. Kurt seemed to finally relax peacefully, sprawled on the bed and out like a light. Blaine had laid with him for probably a good hour before he had to get up and use the bathroom. He was about to go straight back to bed with Kurt and stay there with him until they needed to have a meal, but instead, he had explored a little around the bungalow, trying to get a feel for things here.

It was all starting to sink in a little now. This was an island, and it was some strange place not home. But Kurt was alive here and he wasn't hurt, so it made it easier for Blaine to adjust. As long as Kurt was there, he could filter little bits and pieces into his mind. And now, he had the balls to venture out on the beach. But only after finding a large photo album that must have been Kurt's filled with numerous pictures of their past. Blaine had flicked through it for a little bit before he grabbed a towel from the airing rack and took the album outside. He had hovered on the balcony for a bit and then finally stepped down onto the sand and went a few paces from the bungalow before smoothing the towel on the sand.

Instead of getting to the album straight away, though, he just sat on the towel with his knees drawn up watching the water lap on the shore with the sun setting in the distance beyond. It was so warm, and he buried his toes into the sand. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there lost in deep thought now, still wrapping his head around everything he had just gone through.

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Let's here if for the boys! :D

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OMG BLAINE'S HERE! We should have a party!

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I love being a husband ♥ Taken RIGHT NOW, ladies and gentlemen! - with Blaine Hummel-Anderson

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"Wanting to hold you, wanting you near. How much I wanted you home."

Who: Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Blaine Hummel-Anderson
Where: Kurt and Quinn's (and now Blaine's) bungalow
Time of Day: A little while after THIS
Open or Closed: Closed

Despite being angry at them all, Kurt agreed to let Puck carry Blaine to the bungalow. As much as Kurt wanted to do that on his own, he didn't have the physical strength for it where Puck did. Everyone had followed along, but as soon as Blaine was safely delivered to the other bungalow, everyone made themselves scarce. The first thing Kurt did was help Blaine take a small bath, just to wash away all the stress since his arrival. From what he could tell, Blaine wouldn't have been in any condition to bathe and the way Blaine's head had rested against Kurt's arm while Kurt washed his hair, Kurt knew he enjoyed it. They didn't talk much beyond Blaine answering Kurt's soft questions about changing into his pyjamas, and then agreed to a cup of tea with some toast just to get something in his stomach. They both could do with that, so Kurt made them enough for both, his mind still reeling that Blaine was actually here.

But now Blaine was propped up in Kurt's bed - no, their bed - resting against a mound of pillows and covered in the light blankets conducive to the island heat. Blaine didn't seem to be feeling the heat, though, wanting the covers over him for the moment. Blaine was watching Kurt when he came into the room to sit down on the bed beside him. "How are you feeling, baby?" Kurt asked him softly and then gently dabbed some hemp oil lip balm on Blaine's dry and chapped lips for him. "We've got a lot to talk about, but not if you're still not feeling well. There's a glass of water here or a glass of orange juice if you feel like that. Tissues if you need them, or some moist towelettes if you want to freshen up. It gets hot and humid here. I can always turn the airconditioning up, or put a fan on."

He recapped the lip balm and put the little jar on the nightstand. After that, he gently took Blaine's hand and entwined their fingers, a soft sigh escaping him when that familiar warmth of touch seemed to take over him completely. "I missed you so much," he finally told Blaine in a whisper, the words hitching around a fight not to start crying again.

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[TEXT] to Nick Matheson

I have fantastic news, love... But before I go there, is it okay if I stay over at your place tonight?

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[TEXT] to Lyla Garrity

My friend showed up! He's been reunited with his husband, too. Just thought you might like to know. :)

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Visiting Kurt. I don't know if he's going to come out of this one any time soon...

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[CLOSED] "Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark."

Who: Blaine Anderson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival

The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.

He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.

"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.

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[TAG SANTANA, BUT OPEN] "Love, when you're in pieces. There's no one left to dry your eyes."

Who: Mercedes Jones and Santana Lopez (also open)
What: Letting the pain set in
Where: The Resort, by the pool
When: Post Blaine's arrival, but no one is aware yet

Mercedes was still trying to find her feet on the island. It probably wasn't helping that since getting here, there was so much unrest and confusion with Kurt and all their friends. No one knew how to take any of this, and Mercedes knew that her showing up with news of Blaine's death had crushed them all. Especially Kurt. All they had been able to do was sit there in the audience while he tried to sing that song and watch as his heart broke all over again. She had been trying to contact him by text and phone, even email and Facebook, but it all went unanswered. Quinn couldn't even tell her how Kurt was doing, because she didn't know.

It was nice to have familiar faces here, and nice to know they were in a place where Kurt was alive, but without Blaine, was it even worth it? How was she supposed to get used to living in this strange place when her beautiful BFF was in so much pain? She went to the bar to get a drink, thinking that it couldn't hurt to have one or two, but she eventually ended up taking her glass outside and found a little deserted table right up the back corner well away from any of the passers-by.

She sat down alone and was going to try texting Kurt again from her new island cell, but she decided not to this time. She had tried all day and maybe he just needed to be alone right now. It was nearing 7pm, and as awful as it was, maybe alone time to try and get her head around everything was exactly what Mercedes needed too. So why did it feel so miserable? Without even realising, she was tearing up, sitting forward with her arms resting on the tabletop as she let the tears come all over again. How had their lives back home gotten so heartbreaking and tragic? It was never supposed to end like that.

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[TEXT] To Quinn

Blaine's here. Don't tell anyone yet... especially not Kurt.

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[TEXT] To Remy LeBeau

Dude, Puck and me aren't going to make it to work. I know it's short notice, but we really can't get there.

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[SOLO SCENE] "Oh my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch, a long lonely time."

Who: Just Kurt
What: And time can do so much. Are you still mine?
Where: Kurt and Quinn's bungalow
When: Two weeks after his anniversary

The Glee bunch that had all ended up here on the island had a standing Karaoke date at the Karaoke bar every second Friday night. They never missed it, and they made a point of doing it to keep a connection to each other in this strange place so far away from home. Normally it would be a chance for Kurt to let his hair down and relax doing something he loved like singing his old songs with his good friends, but last night, it had all gone horribly wrong. He had been struggling to cope ever since his two year anniversary of not only his wedding, but his death and arrival on the island. Then Mercedes and Jeff had shown up, neither of them Blaine, and that compounded everything. To add insult to injury, he had been so distracted lately that the tattoo he got on his wedding ring finger had gotten infected when he didn't take care of it properly, and it meant that he couldn't wear his wedding ring right now. If he did, the infection just would have gotten worse and worse, and he had awful nightmares about losing his finger and never being able to wear his wedding ring again.

Then Mercedes came to see him. Nothing could have prepared him for that conversation. He hadn't wanted to see her because hearing from Puck that she was from after his death, he was scared to hear how Blaine was doing back there. He shouldn't have asked her. He should have just remained oblivious, but he snapped. He got angry at her, demanded she tell him what she knew about Blaine. So, she did. She told him. Blaine had been so distraught and alone that he had taken his own life, and Kurt broke down hearing the truth.

( He cried all night, and into the next day... )

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[CLOSED] "Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed."

Who: Blaine Hummel-Anderson, Noah Puckerman and eventually Mike Chang
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now

It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.

Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.

Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.

( The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection... )

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[TAG NICK] "It's just a place I'm looking for. We might as well be strangers in another town..."

Who: Jeff Hinton and Nick Matheson
Where: The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon/early evening
Open or Closed: Closed

Jeff couldn't say that Kurt didn't warn him that Nick here wasn't the same Nick he knew. He couldn't say that he didn't realize that might mean that Nick wouldn't remember that they had been a couple. And honestly, he couldn't even say that there wasn't a part of him that wondered if Nick had found someone new on the island. But there was that optimistic part of Jeff that hoped that maybe his boyfriend had waited for him. That was until he and Kurt had come across Nick and Quinn kissing not far off the beach. For a moment, it was so surreal that Jeff hadn't known what to say, but he'd stood there gawking, in complete shock for a bit longer than he should've, before turning to Kurt and asking him to get him to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be going.

That night, once checked into his room, Jeff had honestly gone to pieces. It was too much. Too much to see the love of his life in someone else's arms, holding them, looking so... happy with them. But for it to not only be someone else, but someone who was a friend in the real world. Someone they both cared about as Kurt's best friend and hag. And then there was the whole added fact that Kurt was fucking dead, and had died on his wedding day... Fucking murdered on his wedding day. Who the fuck would be so evil as to kill someone on the happiest day of their life?

It had been a day or two of just hiding in his room before Jeff had finally come out of his shell to go back down to the beach, needing more than anything just to have some peace and quiet. As he sat on the beach, quietly watching the waves with his arms crossed and resting on his knees, Jeff spotted Nick a little way down the beach. Not all that far away, but he was focused on a drawing he was working on. The blonde's first reaction was to just go away... Just go back to his room and hide away again, but as long as they were both on this island, he needed to face Nick. And sooner rather than later would be best.

So with a deep breath to strengthen his resolve, Jeff rose from the sand, dusting off his shorts, before walking over to Nick. "Hi, Nicky," he said softly, trying to keep his voice from quivering.

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When are we gonna get some new hot chicks on the island?

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[TAG KURT OR QUINN] "Cause even angel's die, but that light just fades. It's so sad, but he'd be so

Who: Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel
What: Facing the music
Where: Kurt & Quinn's bungalow
When: After dinner

It had been three days since Mercedes arrived on this island, and at Puck's request, she hadn't immediately approached Kurt, as much as her heart was yearning for it. It was still feeling near impossible for Mercedes to get her head around all of this, and once the shock started to abate a little, an exhausted grief over Blaine's death began to set in and she ended up just curling up in her resort room and sleeping the next few days away, letting herself cry like she needed to. It was confusing as all hell, but when she woke up that morning still on the beautiful island, reality over the situation began to set in. She got dressed, went outside and had promptly bumped into Mike Chang out by the pool. It had been a shock, because she hadn't seen him in years back home. Luckily he was typical Mike and more than willing to fill her in more on a few things now her mind was processing a little better.

That was when Mike went into a little more detail about Kurt here, including where on the island he was staying. Mike's description of Kurt had simply been, 'He's still Kurt, but with an emptiness. You have to play him by ear, no two days with Kurt are the same. One day, he might be just like he was back in school, and the next, barely able to look you in the eye.' Mercedes didn't know what to take of that. At least, until Mike had elaborated a little more. Kurt was dead back in the real world, Mercedes knew that much. Meaning, he was trapped here. There was no hoping he would go back to Blaine, he had to sit and hope Blaine would come here and every day that didn't happened, it was like a little more of Kurt was slipping away. Now it made more sense why her showing up and now Blaine wouldn't have gone down well if she surprised him. At the same time, Kurt had made no attempt to come to her and she wasn't a patient person. He couldn't avoid her on the island forever, right? She just wanted to see him again. See him breathing, hold his warm hand, experience him full of life again. The last she had seen him in the flesh, he had been covered on blood, pale, being moved from Blaine's arms onto an ambulance trolley where they covered him with a sheet. It was an image that would never, ever leave her.

Now she stood on the front stoop of said bungalow, wringing her hands in front of her right before she knocked on the door. According to Mike, Kurt's two year anniversary on the island and therefore two years since his death had just passed and Kurt had withdrawn from most of his friends this past week. He might now answer, and who could really blame him? But if it was Quinn who answered, Mercedes needed to see her just as much. Back home, it had been years for them too. They lost touch, and there wasn't a day that went by that Kurt didn't miss her.