He may not have bagged himself the main role, but Kurt was pretty pleased that his first official acting job was understudy for one of the greatest talents of his generation. He was going to learn so much from this. Kurt spent the rest of the day after ringing his dad and Rachel, sitting on the steps of the theatre and just enjoying the sun. He looked back at the theatre, thinking of how he could now call this his workplace. He slowly got up and decided it was time for him to head home.

He opened the door, walked in, and switched on the lights.

"SURPISE!" echoed around the room as people jumped up to a surprised Kurt. Rachel ran up to him and gave him the tightest hug ever. He was almost crushed.

"I know that it's not much..." said Rachel. She finally let him go and he took a gasp of air.

"You did this in just a few hours?" Kurt asked, as he made his way into the centre of the room.

"Yeah, well, I quickly ran to the supermarket and grabbed some drinks and snacks. Actually, Kurt, I have someone who wants to see you." 

Rachel grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to a curly haired man in a vest who was opening a beer.

"Mr. Shue?" said Kurt. He hadn't seen this man in years. The man turned around to reveal that he was right.

"Hello, Kurt. Congratulations!" 

Both Will and Kurt hugged each other. Kurt could smell his old choir room on the man's clothes.

"I bumped into Mr. Shue while I was out buying stuff for tonight."

"You don't have to call me Mr. Shue now. I'm not you teacher anymore. It's Will. Actually, I'm here to sort out a few things, visit a few shows," he said as he took a sip of his beer.

Rachel spent most of the night hogging the karaoke machine. This was the tenth time she had sung 'Don't Rain on My Parade'. Kurt was actually enjoying himself, even if most of the people at the party were friends of Rachel. He spent most of the night drinking like the rest of them.

"You must be Kurt." 

A guy who was just about as tall as Finn walked up to him.

"Yes," Kurt replied, taken back by this guy who was quite handsome. Kurt had been keeping his eye on him all evening, but was too scared to go up to speak to him. He was glad the guy had come to him.

"I'm Tom. Rachel invited me," he said as he sat himself down next to Kurt.

"Having fun?" Kurt asked as he looked into the other man's eyes, hoping not to make an idiot of himself.

"I am now." 

Tom winked.

"Kurt, can I borrow your mobile?"

"Umm, yeah, sure. Why?" Kurt passed the guy his mobile. He wouldn't normally give his phone to someone he just met.

"I want you to have my number. See, I think you're pretty cute, and I would love for us to go out sometime." Kurt tried to hide his embarrassment. Had he really gained a job and a boyfriend all in one day? Kurt spent the rest of the night with Tom, talking, flirting, and they may have kissed a bit.

"My head," Rachel said as she pulled herself from her bed and into the front room. A few of the party guests were still there, asleep on the floor, including Kurt, who was cuddling his phone. After Tom had left the party, the two spent the evening texting each other. One of the party guests made a noise in their sleep, which was a cross between a growl and a yawn, waking Kurt up. He slowly got up and made his way over to Rachel.

"How much did you drink last night?" Rachel asked Kurt, who was rubbing his head.

"Too much."

"Same." Both of them walked into the kitchen area. Rachel started to make coffee, while Kurt checked his texts.

"So, you and Tom?" Rachel said as she poured the drink into two mugs and handed one to Kurt. Kurt didn't look up as he took his first mouthful, enjoying the taste of the coffee before replying.

"Well, he seemed nice."

"Nice? Kurt! You were all over each other!"

"Was not," Kurt said as he took another mouthful, knowing that what Rachel was saying was true. He made his way back out of the room and grabbed his laptop out of the bookcase. He turned it on and waited for it to load. Rachel joined him on the sofa and placed her legs underneath her. The place was a mess. She didn't really fancy cleaning the place up, but it had to be done. 

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked as she placed her head on his shoulder and looked at the screen.

"Hangover cures. I need to get rid of this by Monday."

"Kurt... Kurt, you have 3 days. I think your hangover will be gone by then. Just go back to bed or something." 

Kurt looked at her and guessed she was right. Three days was long enough to get rid of this feeling.

The weekend was hell for Kurt. His hangover lasted until Sunday. He swore to himself he would never drink so much again. He hated this feeling. He spent Sunday evening on a date with Tom, to a little restaurant around the corner from where he lived, this time not drunk.

Monday morning arrived. Kurt woke up extra early, like a kid at Christmas, except this was more exciting. He packed a gym bag with clothes that were perfect for dance practice, and made his way out the door. He jogged his way to the theatre, enjoying the journey. He got there in record time and sat on the steps, catching his breath. He heard a voice behind him. 

"So, you ran here, Hummel? Next time, get a driver."

Kurt turned to see Blaine, hanging around behind him, holding a coffee. He was dressed in some gray jeans and a shirt. Kurt felt his heart skip a beat, but he wasn't too sure if it was because of Blaine or the jogging.

"Not everyone can afford one. Plus, I enjoyed the run," he said back as he got back up and walked to Blaine.

"Whatever rocks your boat, dude," Blaine said as he turned round and walked into the building with Kurt following.

"Stop looking at my butt," Blaine said jokingly to Kurt

"I wasn't. I have a...a..."

"Dude, I was joking. Chill."

The two men were joined by their director and the rest of the cast. They made their way to the stage.

"Stay with me and you will learn a lot, young Jedi." Blaine turned to Kurt and winked.

They spent the morning learning the dance to the opening number. Well, Blaine did. Kurt sat on the side and watched.

"So, understudy, come up here and show us what you've got," said Blaine, who had learned the dance routine in less than an hour. Kurt got up and walked passed Blaine, who made sure there was a distance between the two of them, as the last time they were walking towards each other they both spent time on the floor. Kurt got into the centre and took a deep breath. He started to do the dance moves he had just seen Blaine do.

"1..2..3..1..2..3," the dance choreographer yelled out as Kurt kept in time. Kurt looked over at Blaine and saw he was on his phone again. 'Can he live without his phone for five minutes?' Kurt thought to himself as he finished. Blaine clapped slowly, and then walked out of the room, followed by a few women. Kurt couldn't make head or tail of this guy. One minute he would be a jerk; the next, all flirty.