Sup, dudes and dudettes? This is a little thing I've been working on for a while; a few missing scenes from Movin' Out (wasn't that episode totally awesome?). It'll have more than one chapter, and I'll probably upload soon. It's basically Klaine, specially the second chapter, but, as you'll see, it features Rachel, Santana, and Sam as well. XOXO

Hm, I'm movin' out

Hm, hm

Yeah, yeah

Blaine couldn't possibly keep the grin off his face. He was almost shaking with excitement as he reached out and pulled open the loft's door. I'm movin' out. And Sam struck a pose, startling a once-very-engrossed-in-his-solitaire-game Kurt, causing the latter to jump, "Oh. Ah!"

That seemed like a great opportunity for Blaine to strike a pose as well and grin even wider than he already was. "Ta-da!"

Rachel appeared from her bedroom, and Santana walked forward a bit, coming into view, both with surprised smiles on their faces while Kurt kept looking from Sam to Blaine and repeating "Hi!" as if he wasn't sure what was happening. Finally, he got up and let out a "Wha-" before hugging Sam, who was closer to him. Blaine had one split second to see Santana waving – and was she wearing just a rope? – before being tackled by one excited Rachel Berry.

Blaine felt Sam and Kurt pulling apart, and one second later Rachel had moved on to Sam, "I can't believe you guys are here." But his fiancé's face had come into Blaine's eyesight and there wasn't much he could do but wrap his arms around him, squeezing for a moment and then letting go to see Kurt's non-pixelled face up close.

Of course, Kurt automatically beamed at him and Rachel started jumping up and down and squealing, "Oh, my God! Wha-what are you guys doing here? Why didn't you tell us you were coming? This is so exciting!"

"And miss your surprised faces?" Blaine replied, turning to her and grin still full on. He then looked back at Kurt and quite possibly smiled even wider. "Never."

Kurt's face melted into a cute smile, and Blaine couldn't take it any longer. Resting his hands on his fiancé's hips, he pulled him in and placed a sweet kiss on the taller man's lips. Sam took this moment to walk around the table and pull Santana into a hug.

Rachel was still squealing, "You guys, I can't believe that we're all here in New York."

"Which brings back the question," Kurt said as he and Blaine broke their kiss. He kept one arm around Blaine's shoulders and turned slightly so he was facing the others too. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Dude," Sam said like it was the most obvious thing. "We're checking out colleges, of course. And it's Blaine's big NYADA audition this week."

"Well, I obviously know that, but…" Kurt turned to the man in his arms. "You told me Carmen Tibideaux was going to see you at McKinley like she did last year for me and Rachel."

Blaine shrugged, still very much beaming. "Do you honestly think I'd miss an opportunity to have an actual excuse to come visit you?"

Kurt smiled at him again and pecked his cheek, sliding the bag from Blaine's shoulder on the way. As he made his way to his bedroom to drop it off, he asked over his shoulder, "So how long are you staying?"

"The rest of the week," Sam answered, sitting down at the table. "And, um, this might seem kind of unnecessary considering that you just put Blaine's bag in your room, but –"

"Asking is nice, anyway," Blaine completed, taking a seat across from his friend, and Rachel propped down next to him. "And we were wondering if we could crash here."

"Well, duh, where else would you stay?" Rachel said, bouncing in her chair. Santana rolled her eyes and went back to preparing lunch.

Kurt returned to the table, taking his previous spot at it, and started gathering his cards and neatly piling them. "If you stayed elsewhere, I swear to Gaga I would have hunted you two down with Santana's highest heels in hand."

Laughter echoed across the loft. It suddenly felt so much nicer there. Everyone's mood had been increased considerably, and even Santana's snarky remark about now having to cook for more people didn't come across as moody at all. Blaine sighed happily and grasped Kurt's left hand in his – he seemed to have that preference now, and he swore it was because it was the nearest one to him –, playing with the fingers and turning the ring as he talked.

"I was hoping to get some last minute info with you guys before my audition. You know, some tips here and there."

Rachel and Kurt didn't miss the little quiver in his voice, but before either one would talk, Sam confirmed it for them. "Dude, relax. You're gonna be awesome. I swear, if you turn into that nerve-wreck again –"

"I know –"

"Hey," Sam interrupted Blaine's interruption, pointing his finger. "Don't make me put together a video."

Blaine's face broke into a sincere smile as he recalled when he had put together a video for Sam to remember his awesomeness. Suddenly, Rachel clapped her hands and rested her chin on them, elbows on the table. "Well, the audition is on Wednesday, Kurt told me. Have you chosen the song yet?"

"Ah, well…"

"Oh, my God," Kurt cut him off, eyes widening. "We so need to find you the perfect one. I still have my list of the songs you sing best, and, believe me, Carmen Tibideaux already loves you, but that doesn't mean we can have you go there as anything but absolutely perfect."

"Kurt," Blaine placed his free hand over Kurt's left, holding it with both of his. "Breathe. I-I think I have picked the song."

"What do you mean you 'think'?" Santana's voice travelled to them from her spot in front of the stove. "Either you have or you haven't. There's no in between. There are just questions about whether it's a good song or not, so spill it out, Anderson."

All eyes turned to him expectantly. Sam's were shining, because he already knew the answer, and they urged Blaine to swallow and talk. "Well, for this week's assignment in Glee Club –"

"Oh, tell me you did not choose your audition song from a Glee Club assignment," Santana said as she placed the food in front of them. Blaine ignored her, "Mr. Schue decided to dedicate this week to Billy Joel. So –"

"Wait," and yet again, Santana interrupted, sitting down across from Kurt at the last available seat. "Who's Billy Joel?" A gasp came from the mouths of the other four, but it was Kurt who spoke up. "I am ignoring you. As you were saying, Blaine?"

"Since Sam and I had to give it a start because we'll be missing the entire week, I got to look more closely into his songbooks and… I found one song there."

He fell silent then, biting his bottom lip nervously. He had been in this situation a couple of times before; that horrible moment when you had to say which song would be performed, and it was always followed by judgment and the occasional Are you insane? This time, though, was even worse. His future career relied on this one song, and here he was, about to tell two very talented and experienced people what he had chosen to decide his fate.

"Well?" Rachel pressed.

Blaine took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a bit. He felt Kurt squeezing his hand in reassurance and peeked one eye open. "Piano Man." The heartbeat's silence that followed was enough to have Blaine rambling. "I was thinking maybe I could play it, you know? Just voice and the piano, simple as that, o-or maybe it's not enough? Maybe I should do something like Something's Coming? That's more Broadway-like, I'm sure Ms. Tibideaux would like that more than –"

"Hey," Kurt stopped him. "It's a very good pick. It broadcasts the best of your talent and it's very you."

Blaine smiled relieved and was forced to release Kurt's hand so they could eat. The meal passed like a flash of laughter and telling stories, keeping everyone on date about what was happening at McKinley High and New York. The question why Santana was only wearing a rope was brought up by Sam at one point, to which she replied that up until he had walked in, no one in there – except herself – was attracted to the female body, so there wasn't a problem. But sensing the need to dry her hair properly, she left after finishing up, telling Rachel the dishes were hers.

"They were mine the whole weekend, Santana," the brunette shot back after gasping.

"Well, I already cooked for y'all," her voice came from the bathroom.

Before anything else could be said, Blaine chuckled and took Kurt's plate away with his as he got up. "Don't worry, ladies. I can do it." He went back and grabbed Rachel's plate, refraining from getting Sam's, since the guy was still eating.

"I'll help you then," Kurt stood and made his way to the sink. "Rachel, you can get Sam settled meanwhile."

There was a hard swallowing sound coming from the blonde as Blaine opened the tap, relishing on Kurt's presence right next to him. They shared a loving smile, and Sam said behind them, "Don't bother, guys. I can take the couch. It looks really comfortable anyway."

"It is," Santana's voice was back. Her head was poking out of the bathroom, hair-drier in hand and dark, wet locks framing her face. "And it's mine. You can grab some extra blankets and make yourself a bed in Lady Hummel's room."

"What?"

"Absolutely not."

"Ah…"

"Nooo, thanks."

The reactions all came out at once, respectively from Rachel, Kurt, Blaine, and Sam, but only the latter continued. "As appropriate as it might sound to room with a gay engaged couple who haven't seen each other in practically a month, I think I'll pass."

"Yes, please," Kurt added.

"Santana," Rachel spoke loud enough to be heard by the Latino girl. "Let Sam have the couch. You'll room with me."

There was a muffled sound that they believed was affirmative, and Rachel started to tidy up the kitchen as Sam moved his bag from the porch to the sofa, taking a seat in it. Blaine playfully bumped his hip against Kurt's while passing a clean plate for him to dry, and they shared another smile, this time followed by a peck on the lips. Santana's hair-drier swallowed the little conversation they had after turning back to the dishes.

"I missed you so much," Blaine sighed. "Graduation seems so soon when I think about how much I will shockingly miss high school, but it's so far when I think about coming here to you," he said the last part with a little pout turned sideways to Kurt, who couldn't not pinch his cheek affectionately.

"Aw, I miss your cuteness. But you still have Nationals in L.A. there in the middle. Mercedes will be so excited to have you guys there."

"And then graduation, right?" Blaine insisted, handing his dearest fiancé the last plate and turning to him completely. He noticed with the corner of his eye that Rachel had left the kitchen to sit with Sam. "To which you'll come, I hope?"

"Blaine, honestly," Kurt rolled his eyes. "I would never miss your graduation. Besides, what was that thing you said earlier? Do you honestly think I'd miss an opportunity to have an actual excuse to come visit you?"

Some deep part of his brain heard Santana turning off the hair-drier, but right now he was too busy wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle and pulling him for another kiss, more lasting than the previous one. He felt hands making their way to the back of his neck as the taller man leaned back against the counter, opening his mouth eagerly. They heard Sam cat calling a second before…

"Oh, hell no. I'm not having you two making out where we prepare food. It's barely one pm in the afternoon. Ravish each other somewhere where I don't have meals."

Blaine took his hands from Kurt's waist and raised them in an innocent manner, whilst Kurt simply rolled his eyes at Santana and dragged his fiancé to the living room. He plopped them both on the couch next to Sam, immediately reaching for Blaine's hand, who, in return, had to comment, "I've noticed there is no such piece of metal pierced through your tongue, after all."

As Rachel broke out laughing, Sam's face told Kurt enough that he had no idea what that had been all about. Before he could explain, though, Santana bided everyone goodbye as she left for her shift at the Diner. When the door closed behind her, Kurt turned to Blaine, "There was, okay? I actually did have my tongue pierced. I showed it to you even."

"Dude, what?" Sam cut off, frown still evident. "You got a tongue piercing?"

"Not anymore," Rachel said from her armchair among giggles. "He got mad at it and took it off."

"It was horrible after a few days!" Kurt defended himself from now three giggling people. "I know I wanted to be adventurous and that it was free, but I just couldn't bear with it. And I found out that I wasn't in the mood to get used to it."

"Well, I'm glad," Blaine said in a tone that was a bit too suggestive for the current living room environment, emphasized by the look he gave Kurt. "But at least you kept the tattoo?"

Sam's laughter turned back into a frown, "What?"