Kurt checked the time on his watch. 

"Have somewhere to be?" Tom asked as he poured himself another glass of wine.

"Oh, no, just checking. I have work tomorrow so...early morning." Kurt took a sip from his glass.

"Kurt, the Broadway star," Tom said as Kurt almost choked on his drink.

"I'm not a Broadway star.... well not yet anyways." They both laughed and looked at each other before finishing off their meal.

"So, do you want to come back to mine?" Tom asked as he gave Kurt a wink.

"Crap." 

Kurt dropped his keys on the floor. Picking them up, he finally opened his apartment door and snuck in, trying to be as quiet as he could be as he tried to get to his room.

"Kurt?" 

It was Rachel's voice, somewhere in the darkness. Kurt switched on the light that was next to him and saw Rachel standing there, just like a scene from a horror movie. 

"Don't do that!" Kurt shouted as he sat himself down on the floor.

"You know, you don't have to sneak in. I'm not your dad." 

Kurt knew she was right, but just sighed in response.

"Are you ok?" Rachel asked. She sat herself down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He leaned his head on hers.

"How's Tom?" 

Kurt kept silent for about a minute before starting to laugh.

"No, you haven't? Have you?" Rachel pulled away from him, looking at him dead on with a serious face.

"Haven't what?" Kurt asked, trying to pull the most innocent face he could.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Rachel replied as she jokingly punched him in the shoulder. Kurt didn't reply. Rachel took that as a yes.

"Mr. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, this isn't you! Where's the real Kurt?" 

Kurt shrugged his shoulders before getting up and heading into his room.

"Fine. Don't talk to me then," Rachel shouted after him.

Kurt threw his bag to the side of the room, and then himself on his bed, landing on his back. He checked the time. 4:30 A.M. He wasn't sure if it was worth getting some sleep, but he decided it would be a good idea if he did since it would be a long day tomorrow. He took his jacket off and grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opened up Twitter. After scrolling down some tweets, he found Blaine had been on a tweeting spree. He had a quick read of the tweets, but most of them didn't make any sense. Some tweets were just letters or numbers. 'Must be drunk,' Kurt thought to himself. Then he found one tweet - 'Kurt' it read. He looked at it for a second before turning off the app. Did he really just see his name? He turned the app back on and checked again, but the tweet wasn't there. Was he seeing things? Had it just been deleted? He took a quick look to see all the other tweets had gone, too.

"I must have drunk too much wine," Kurt said to himself before setting his alarm and closing his eyes.

Kurt spent the rest of the week in dance practice. He had already mastered four of the ten dance numbers, and had really impressed the directors, who were still getting the main cast to learn the second dance. Kurt was determined to show them what he could do. All he could think about was that this was his chance to make it, his chance to impress them. He had only seen Blaine three times during the week as they passed each other in the corridor, both not saying a word to each other. Blaine wouldn't even look Kurt in the face.

"Oh, Kurt, I've been looking for you," a voice said as a person came up running behind him. It was one of the crew members.

"Hi," Kurt replied.

"The director is having a party to promote the show. It's for cast and crew, and some press will be there. It's on Saturday. This is your ticket to get in." 

Kurt almost chocked as he was passed the ticket. He didn't expect to go to any of these parties since he wasn't really part of the main cast.

"You can take a guest, too."

"Thanks," Kurt said as he read the info on the ticket. He grabbed his mobile and dialled Rachel.

"Rachel! I just got invited to my first party for the show!"

"OMG! Kurt, that is amazing!"

"I can take a guest. Do you want to be my plus one?"

"Kurt, you have a boyfriend now. I think you should take Tom with you."

"OK, are you sure?"

"Yes, Kurt. I am sure. There will be other parties"

"Ok! I'll call him now."