Welcome to Part 7 of the Ready to Fly Series!

I'm so glad to have you back to this new more mature all New York (at least for a while) Glee companion story! I'm sure most of you know, but for anybody new, this story is best read each week in conjunction with the episodes and really the rest of the series should be read for everything to make complete sense. I always try to post by Monday at the latest. This story will continue into Season 6.

New New York was amazing! It was so incredible there was very little for me to add to it and yet somehow this chapter is 5,000 words. It's less dialogue than usual, more narrative, heavy and dense at times, but my awesome beta typegirl19 was pretty happy with it so I'm satisfied. I hope you all like it too.

This chapter starts where Ready to Fly ended. So here's what you didn't really miss on Glee.

It was perfect.

From the first moment he stepped off the plane and Kurt took his hand at baggage claim and led him down into the subway, across the city, and up the street to their Bushwick apartment, it was nothing but perfect. Most especially the way Kurt's hand gripped his loosely, with lazy familiarity, as if every day of their lives they had walked hand in hand down the street just as they did that day.

Except they hadn't.

Kurt peered down at him, a brow crooked with curiosity and a small laugh escaping his lips. "What's got you looking tinkled pink?" he asked with an amused smirk.

"You're holding my hand," Blaine said with a wonder in his voice that made Kurt laugh again.

"Well of course I'm holding your hand silly, you act like I've never held it before."

"You haven't Kurt," Blaine said softly. "Not like this." They stopped in front of Kurt's apartment, their apartment, and Blaine gazed down at their fingers laced together in awe. "This is real. This is safe, Kurt." He looked up and Blaine's eyes were wet and heavy and completely full of love. "This is walking hand in hand in Central Park and going to classes together, and living together, and loving each other. This is kissing you wherever and whenever I want."

"Whoa, hold up their Romeo," Kurt teased lightly but there was a flash of caution in his eyes that wasn't missed. "We're still in Bushwick."

Blaine wasn't going to let that deter him though. With a step forward he declared that this was his moment. Their moment. And no one and nothing was going to take it from them. "This is Blaine and Kurt Hummel-Anderson," he purred defiantly, his lips only inches from Kurt's.

Kurt's heart beat quickly with nerves but he had to swallow against the electricity that was now coursing through his veins. "Anderson-Hummel," he choked out.

"Whatever you want my love," Blaine whispered seductively before stealing a kiss and running inside.

"Oh thank God Rachel is in Boston," Kurt murmured breathlessly, grabbing Blaine's abandoned bag and rushing in after him.

One week. That's how long complete and utter bliss lasted. Lazy days of falling asleep next to each other and waking up next to each other in the quiet solitude of their empty loft, filling the hours in between with lazy kisses and passionate lovemaking followed by passionate kisses and lazy lovemaking. Blaine cooked blueberry pancakes and French toast and crepes, he prepared fresh squeezed orange juice and fresh brewed coffee for heavenly mornings of breakfast in bed, crossword puzzles, theater reviews and more kissing. There was always kissing.

They christened the couch and the table and Rachel's bed just for fun and they dreamt of a lifetime of nothing but a domestic paradise of pillow fights and dancing naked in the middle of the living room.

Neither of them wanted to believe that anything could change what they had so drastically, but they both knew that this paradise was not forever.

From Sam to Blaine [3:46pm]: Hey man. Artie's Mom and I just dropped him off at his dorm and he's doing great. I should be there in about 20 minutes. Thanks for letting me crash!

"It's only for a little while Kurt, I promise. I'm sure he'll find a place by the time Rachel gets back from Boston, and maybe we'll even get a few more days to ourselves in between." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows but Kurt wasn't buying his optimism. Nothing would beat the rent of the loft shared four ways once Sam got used to it.

But still, even Kurt couldn't deny it was fun having Sam around.

They all went out with Elliot, just the five men around town while they could before the girls inevitably all descended back upon them. Blaine vetoed beer night, Kurt vetoed the sports bar, and together they vetoed Sam's valiant attempt at convincing them they'd enjoy a strip club. Sam vetoed the art museum and Artie strongly vetoed a trip out to the Statue of Liberty, leaving them walking around New York for about an hour before Elliot led them all to Bamboo 52, a sushi bar in Hell's Kitchen.

"I used to know a guy who waited tables here," he explained. "Foods good, plus it's Karaoke night."

Elliot and Kurt regaled the newcomers with stories of living and working in the city and the ins and outs of getting by in schools where egos and reputations were more important than grades. Blaine reveled in the fact that he could touch Kurt's shoulder or place a hand on his thigh or whisper sweet nothings in his ear without worrying that someone was going to come over and make a scene. The five of them got off without a hitch and when Karaoke inevitably started they sung in nearly every combination, in every genre.

Sam got in the way and took over the couch, playing video games from noon when he woke up to 4am. Gone were the days of lazy lovemaking and dancing naked in the living room but there were even better nights of watching television together and laughing and playing games, reminiscing about late nights of gaming with Finn and Puck in the Hummel living room and Blaine realized that no matter how scary starting a brand new life over in New York was, with his boyfriend and his best friends by his side, everything was absolutely perfect.

"So what was your favorite part of the first day of school. Go!" Blaine asked with an excited grin.

They'd always had lunch together in school, either inside the cafeteria at Dalton or outside in the courtyard at McKinley. But the $15 boxed lunch from North Square they could share on the Washington Square lawn was quickly becoming Blaine's new favorite tradition and it was only their first day.

"Hmmm…let's see." Kurt thought as he took a bite of the Grilled Chicken Club then opened his eyes with wide excitement. "I actually think our Acting 2 class is gonna be phenomenal." He grabbed a few fries and waved them around while he talked. "Our professor once worked with Helena Bonham Carter in Planet of the Apes. I can't wait to ask her a million questions!"

"Did you have to keep that journal for Acting 1?" Blaine asked, delicately cutting a slice of apple with their plastic knife. "I'm thinking of going to Barnes and Noble this weekend to get a good one. Maybe leather bound, embroidered. Do you still have yours?"

"I'm pretty sure I went to the NYADA bookstore and got just a spiral notebook. It was blue maybe?" Kurt hadn't thought about that notebook in half a year and he didn't want to start now and he certainly didn't want Blaine to ask to read it. It was full of break up angst mixed with youthful idealism. "Elliot thinks journaling is a great way to start writing new lyrics. Maybe you should try it? You've always wanted to write your own songs."

"I don't know," Blaine shrugged shyly. "I think the songwriting might be best left to Rachel and Marley.

"Rachel's a little busy for songwriting right now, don't ya think?" he mused sarcastically. "Even as a part-time student until Funny Girl opens she has her hands plenty full. Which of course is fabulous for us since it means she's barely in the apartment…unlike a certain somebody else." He muttered the last part to himself.

"Well I think it's good Rachel's busy," Blaine said, ignoring the dig at Sam, which he recognized to be happening more and more frequently. "She needs to keep busy. She seemed really happy when she came back from Boston. And Nick was able to get there in time to see one of the final performances. He said she was great."

"He was probably just happy that Quinn came up from New Haven," Kurt smirked.

Blaine smiled and shook his head. "No he was actually pretty pissed I didn't tell him she was seeing it the week before. Said he would have stayed in a hotel for the week if he had known."

"So I take it you didn't break the news that Quinn and Puck are back together?" Kurt grinned.

"Nah, I couldn't break his little heart." Blaine took a gulp of the Limonata then passed it to Kurt. "I'll wait until he finds a girl at school and then hope that she's better than his high school dream."

"Speaking of high school dream, you speak to Santana lately? Elliot thinks she and Brittany are going to run away and get married before they come back to the city to become rich and famous," Kurt said.

"I think she has abandoned her dreams of notoriety to buy a tiny little house with Brittany in the town of Eresos," Blaine said. He leaned back on the grass, folding his arms beneath his head and gazed up at the blue sky. The breezes were starting to pick up and before they knew it the winter winds would start chilling the air, making it too cold for picnics. Maybe Santana had the right idea. "She says the water is crystal clear, the beach is long and dark with volcanic sand." He turned his head to look up at Kurt and grinned. "Maybe we should honeymoon there."

"It's Lesbos, sweetheart, not gaybos, I think we would stand out like a sore thumb," Kurt quipped. He laid down next to Blaine, his head perched on his hand looking down on him. "Besides, I thought we weren't going to make any wedding plans until at least Christmas."

"We have to make at least some plans by then Kurt, we have to offer the folks a little bit of a bone." Besides Blaine was pretty certain that his mother was making her own plans as they spoke. He wasn't supposed to know, but the guest list was already being scrupulously scrutinized. He'd have relatives flying in from the Philippines that he'd never even met before. Hell she was already preparing a short list of potential sponsors for them.

"Your Mom and I will have a blast planning every dramatic detail," Kurt promised. "After Christmas. Now hush." With a smile he grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him up. They gathered their trash and walked hand in hand back to the NYADA campus.

From Blaine to Santana [12:45pm]: Please tell me you and Brittany aren't getting married.

From Santana to Blaine [12:50pm]: Brittany and I aren't getting married.

From Blaine to Santana [12:52pm]: Are you just saying that because I told you to tell me or do you mean it.

From Santana to Blaine [12:55pm]: You'll just have to wait and find out. Now stop texting me this is gonna cost a fortune.

From Blaine to Santana [12:58]: I'll pay you back. DON'T STEAL MY THUNDER LOPEZ, KURT AND I GET MARRIED FIRST!

From Blaine to Santana [1pm]: Santana…

From Blaine to Santana [1:03pm] Santana…?

From Blaine to Santana [1:05]: Hurry home, I miss you. xoxo

Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme

It became a habit of his anytime Kurt had work at the diner. It wasn't that he didn't love the loft the way it was, because he did. But it had so many touches of Rachel and Kurt, he just wanted to add his touch to it also. Just so that he felt like it was home and he wasn't just crashing like Sam.

Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?

His first few purchases had been small and welcome. He'd discovered a quaint little antique store where he could buy old guitar picks and he arranged them in a shadow box he'd put on one of the shelves. He'd bought a SodaStream so they could stop spending money on 12 packs of sugar-laden soft drinks and he could make healthy freshly fizzed drinks for them all.

But then Kurt started yelling at him that it was too loud. And the sofa he'd purchased with such enthusiasm was infested with bedbugs and though Kurt didn't make him feel like he was to blame for the barely averted disaster, he certainly felt he was. And he knew he had to make it right, for both of them.

Rivers belong where they can ramble

So when he found the lamp and the desk the next day after class he realized that what he truly needed was his own little space, his own little corner of the apartment that he could call his own. He stopped at a local theater supply store on the way home and bought spike tape and as soon as he arrived he set to work on spiking it all out on the floor. When Kurt got home from the music store with Elliot, he was going to love it.

Eagles belong where they can fly

And when Sam came back Blaine was proud of him for cutting his hair and for booking his first job and even for finding a place and moving out of the apartment. He didn't really expect the pain in his heart at the idea of Sam no longer being around all the time. The fear of losing him to the exciting world of modeling, to Paris and Milan and wherever else his life would take him had him on edge. But this would be better for them he told himself. Kurt would be relieved that Sam was moving out and the loft would be less crowded. This was exactly what they needed. To make the apartment feel like he belonged.

I've got to be where my spirit can run free

Except Kurt never even gave him the chance to tell him Sam was moving out. Instead Kurt screamed that his decorating was hideous, that Blaine couldn't just barge into the apartment like he was at McKinley doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, as if that had ever even been true. Kurt declared the loft his home and admitted he'd run to Elliot to talk about their problems. Kurt called him psycho and pouty and weird and annoying and just for a flash it was like he was 14 years old again and being demeaned by his father. But he fought his instinct to apologize and make it right and instead he fought back, which was progress.

But as he backed out of the apartment, not running away he told himself, just making a point, tears blurred his step. Because Elliot had told Kurt he needed boundaries and there was only one reason Blaine could think of why Elliot Starchild would be trying to ruin the only thing that truly mattered to him.

And as much as he'd wanted it to be, the loft wasn't his home and he didn't belong there.

Got to find my corner of the sky

Leaving Elliot's apartment Blaine knew he still needed time. He needed perspective. He wasn't running away, he would never run away again, but he needed to sort out his thoughts, get his head on straight and give Kurt the chance to do the same. And there was no better place than the island where freedom was born to find a bit of his own.

He bought his ticket and took a seat on the ferry. There was something about the smell of salt water and the cool breeze in the open air that helped him see just how suffocating he must have been.

He'd been an idiot, going to Elliot's. Kurt's words had hurt and scared him and he'd needed a scapegoat, someone else to blame, because admitting that there were problems between him and Kurt was so much harder than blaming someone else. But he had to face the truth. This time there was no Sebastian or Chandler or Eli coming between them. There was no one else to blame. This time, for the first time, it was just about them.

Things weren't perfect. Their relationship wasn't perfect and living together wasn't perfect and he'd known all along he was part of the problem. He'd even asked outright in Mime class but Kurt hadn't admitted it and his heart had just told him to love Kurt more, to catch up harder, to hold on tighter now that he was here and to never let go. And he needed Kurt. He needed him to feel safe and loved and capable of making it at NYADA and he needed to take care of Kurt; to make him breakfast in bed and tuck him in at night and most of all he needed Kurt to need him just as much.

He was his father's son.

They were different in so many ways but in one very important way they were exactly the same. They needed to be the most important person in the world to the people they loved in order to know that they mattered. Because no one had ever taught them that they mattered on their own.

Just as he'd told Elliot, the boundaries he'd learned to build in his life were walls to protect himself, to keep the bullies and the pain out so he would stop being hurt. Back at Dalton where the walls of protection had been real it had been a battle within himself just to let himself be vulnerable enough to let Kurt inside. But once he had he promised himself he would never keep Kurt out again. It was hard to redefine that now, to come to terms with the fact that he and Kurt had to build boundaries between one another. It still seemed wrong in some ways, even though he knew that without it Kurt would wilt like the flower denied sunshine or air.

He stepped off the ferry and onto the Island. He took some time to clear his mind. He went on a tour, learning about the history of the island and the statue and hearing about the journey immigrants had taken to escape war and oppression. He thought of his mother and her family, choosing a life in America with more opportunity for themselves and their children. He thought of the family he hadn't met yet, still back in the old country. The family he would meet on his wedding day.

After the tour he drifted to the edge of the Island and gazed across the harbor to the city, so packed with buildings and people and not a tree in sight and suddenly in the serene beauty of the Island he understood what Elliot had meant. A person could feel trapped inside of it, unable to escape like a rat in a cage. And he never wanted to cage Kurt. He never wanted Kurt to feel the way he had growing up.

He found himself dialing the number before he even realized. He settled in the shade on the grass beneath a tree and leaned against the bark. "Hey Dad," Blaine said nervously into the phone. "I need to talk with you about something."

"Well, that doesn't sound good," the Colonel quipped. "What's up? Things with school are okay I hope."

"No school is fine Dad, it's, well…" Blaine hesitated, not exactly sure why telling his Dad was so hard, but it was. "Kurt and I are fighting," he confessed softly. "I can't do anything right and he's being ridiculously stubborn and saying he needs space and maybe you were right." There it was. That was the reason. He took a breath, but only silence filled the line. "Dad, are you there?"

A tiny laugh escaped the Colonel. "I'm sorry, I just don't ever think you've said I've been right about anything before. Left me speechless for a minute."

Blaine chuckled softly, letting it calm him now that the words were out. "Well, I wouldn't get used to." He laid his head back and closed his eyes, the sun shining warmly on his face.

"So what do you plan to do?" John asked carefully.

"I don't know," Blaine sighed. "Maybe it would've been better if Sam and I just gotten a place. Maybe it would have been better to wait." He was almost afraid to ask, knowing what the answer would be. But he couldn't resist. "What do you think?"

"I think you need to do whatever's right for you and Kurt," John said. "Just make sure that if you're moving in with Sam that he can cover his part of the rent, I'm paying for you not him."

"Yes sir," Blaine answered by rote. But his own worries only led to others. "How are you and Mom doing?"

"Well, Mom and I are still living together, and doing great," he answered lightly.

"Must be 'cause I'm not there." Blaine was trying to make a joke but they both knew it was anything but.

"We are living together because you're not here, yes," his father told him. "But we are not doing great because you're not here. We're doing great because we waited until it was right. Nothing that happened between us was ever your fault, you understand that?"

"Yeah," Blaine whispered, knowing very well it was true but right now he was just a little bit insecure. "It's just apparently I'm not that easy to live with," Blaine scoffed with self-deprecation.

The Colonel was quiet a minute, then spoke tentatively. "Can I try and be right about one more thing?"

It made Blaine smile. "Well, I don't know if you can manage twice in one day," he teased.

"I'll give it a go," the Colonel said. "I think you need to be around Kurt all the time. I think you need constant reassurance that he's there, that he's not leaving, and that he still loves you. Am I right?" He waited a second for Blaine to deny it, but of course Blaine couldn't. "That's my fault too. I wasn't a good father Blaine, even before the war. I smothered you, never offered you an inch of freedom. And then when I came back…" He sighed and Blaine could feel the pain in his father's voice. "I know I wasn't there anymore unless it was to hurt you. I thought I was giving you what you needed but I let my own pain guide me. I never let you learn to trust. Instead I taught you there was no way of knowing one day from the next if someone was going to love you or hate you, keep you safe or hurt you. But now it's time to learn."

Blaine bit his lip. His father was right of course. It's why he'd backed away Kurt's senior year and why he'd cheated when Kurt left for New York. It was funny that he was the one who believed in soulmates and yet Kurt was the one who had faith that Blaine's love was forever. As much as he talked a good game, deep inside Blaine had always been afraid that he was wrong, that Kurt would forget him if he wasn't around or stop loving him if he didn't do everything for Kurt. Kurt's love for him couldn't possibly be forever because Blaine had never before had someone who had just always loved and protected him no matter what.

"You're an adult now Blaine," his father was saying. "And you love…you're marrying, a man who didn't grow up that way. He isn't afraid of those things. If there was one thing that Kurt always trusted about you, even when you were apart, it was that you loved him and he was worthy of that love. And you've always known how independent he is, how self-reliant he is. You always told me how he needed his space, not just when he's angry like you, but when he's sad, or working or needing to think. At McKinley you felt safe with him so you could give him that." It was true. At McKinley it had been easy to give Kurt what he needed. Now that everything was new and different it was much more frightening. "So you need to learn how to manage that. Trust him. Trust his love. Know that you're worth it just by being you."

"Wow," Blaine said, his voice filled with shock. "I think your counselor needs to win a therapist of the year award or something."

"Maybe I just am trying to learn the same thing myself," the Colonel answered softly.

Blaine smiled. "Well then, maybe we can learn together."

"We can't go backwards."

"We're not going backwards," Blaine had said. "I think we're being smart."

"By protecting something that is very precious to me." Kurt told him. "You know that right?"

"Of course I know that, of course," he'd said and he'd wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him tight because they were exactly the words he had needed to hear. The words that he needed to forever hold on to and never let go. "Always, I know." He needed to believe them, needed to trust them. He needed to make them a part of him.

"No matter who we become, even if we do need alone time, which is completely valid, we'll always belong to each other."

As they made love, Blaine let the words play over and over again in his head. He belonged to Kurt and Kurt belonged to him and they were family. Near or far, together or separate, for the first time in his life Blaine was precious to someone, he was worth protecting, and he was home.

The covers fell loosely around their waists. Blaine was curled up on Kurt's chest, listening to his heart beating beneath his ear, moving with the rise and fall of his breath and brushing ever so softly the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. If he didn't know better he'd say that Kurt was sleeping, but the gentle scratch against his deliciously bruised hips proved to him otherwise. "That was hot," Blaine marveled.

"The hottest," Kurt agreed with a proud grin.

Blaine snuggled in as close as he possibly could. There was nothing better, nothing safer, than being nestled inside Kurt's arms. And as much as he knew he had to move out, had to do something to give Kurt the space he needed, in this moment he truly didn't want to leave at all. "I can't wait until we have our own place," he whispered dreamily.

Kurt hummed, his own fantasies filling his head. "A three bedroom luxury apartment. 24 hour doorman."

"A rooftop terrace where we can picnic whenever we want," Blaine added.

"A studio for you," Kurt offered. "An office for me."

"And doors," Blaine said firmly.

Kurt nodded. "Definitely doors."

They both smiled, knowing that those dreams were distant fantasies they probably were never likely to afford, at least not within the city limits. But then again, maybe they wouldn't always be in the heart of the city.

"So who loses their space when we need to turn one of the offices into a nursery?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Whoever's working," Kurt said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Blaine hitched up on to his elbow and met Kurt's eyes. "What if we're both working?"

Kurt rested his head on his hand so they were at the same level. "Then whoever has the better contract."

"What if we're working the same contract?" Blaine challenged.

"Then whoever has the bigger role."

"What if we're both the stars of our shows? On Broadway," Blaine arched a brow waiting for Kurt's answer.

"Then whoever wins the Tony first," Kurt answered smugly. "Which will be me of course."

"Oh you think so Hummel?" Blaine sat up reaching surreptitiously for his pillow.

But Kurt would not be caught off guard and he struck first, his hand thrusting out like a cobra to grab his own pillow and swing it swiftly, whacking Blaine square in the side. Blaine instantly rose to his knees and swung, hitting Kurt first on his head than on his backside when he tried to scurry away. Their laughter nearly drowned out their shrieks and they were lucky that the walls were thick as concrete in the building.

They struggled to get their breathing under control and reached for their clothes on the floor. Quickly dressing in their pajamas, they crawled back into bed, a truce silently accepted.

Blaine broke the silence first. "I'm sorry I accused Elliot."

But Kurt held no anger because of that. "Look, we both know you've had hang-ups about him since the first time you saw him on that video Santana sent you. But it's endearing Blaine, that you think other men could love me as much as you do."

"Everyone should love you like I do." Blaine's voice was reverent and he turned to the love of his life, cupping his face. "But is it wrong that I'm glad they don't?"

"No," Kurt whispered. "I'm sorry I called you psycho," Kurt offered.

"And pouty and weird and annoying?" Blaine smirked.

Kurt blushed with shame remembering the words. "Yes, and those too."

"It's okay Kurt, I was being all those things." Blaine softly twirled his fingers in Kurt's hair, brushing them softly. "In a way I'm glad you felt you could yell at me like that. I mean it hurt, but it was also kinda reassuring, You not baby stepping around me anymore."

"I don't feel like I should baby step anymore." Kurt said. "You're stronger than you know," he whispered before leaning in to the kiss Blaine was offering. Before it had been messy and passionate but now it was soft, loving, full of promise as Blaine's kisses so often were. When they pulled apart, Blaine lowered his head, a breath escaping in a chuckle. "What?" Kurt asked self-consciously.

"I just…." He blinked, refusing to let himself cry, not now. "I'm just going to miss this."

"No, you're not, Blaine," Kurt said, taking his hand. "Because this isn't going to end. The last three months have shown us just how good we are together and that hasn't changed at all. We just need to know we're as good on our own." Blaine nodded because he understood, he really did, but it didn't make it any easier. On the phone with his father, out on Liberty Island it had all made sense, but now, together in bed, it was hard to remember why. But then of course Kurt reminded him. "The theater gods willing Blaine, you'll be offered a National Tour or I'll be offered a National tour, or we'll have Broadway out of town tryouts, or a Regional Production across the country. I don't want to be afraid to go because I don't know you'll be okay. And I don't want you to decide not to go because you're afraid to be on your own. You were right, what you said. You need your own corner of the sky."

Blaine listened to Kurt, his eyes locked on their hands, intertwined, fitting together like a glove. "I know Kurt, I do, and I agree, I really do," he said quickly trying to convince himself as much as Kurt because it was hard. So hard to let Kurt go. "I won't lie, it scares me, but I guess that's exactly why I need to do it." He smoothly pulled his hand away and looked up to loving, proud beautiful eyes. "We both need our space. Because I can't learn to fly if I don't have room to spread my wings."

Kurt's chest heaved at Blaine's words, his eyes misted over, and he raised a stern finger. "Don't you ever think for one minute that I don't love you, do you hear me?" he scolded. "Whether I'm by your side or thousands of miles away our love is the most precious thing in the world to me. We almost lost it once. Never again."

Blaine fell into Kurt's arms once more, a soft melody playing in his head.

Finding my strength I'm spreading my wings
Put trust in the wind and see what it brings

"Never again," he whispered.

And I'm ready, I'm ready to fly.
I'm ready to fly.

Author's Note:

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I am ridiculously excited for tomorrow's episode and for Not While I'm Around, bringing the RTF series full circle.