Rachel could hear laughter coming from the other room. It made her feel sick in the pit of her stomach. She put in her headphones and turned on some music, but not even some Barbra could make her feel better. She got back up and paced her room. She stopped for a moment and looked at a photo she had framed hanging on her wall. The photo was of her and Kurt on his first day of living in New York.

"I need to tell him." 

She spoke to herself, trying to find something in that sentence to encourage her to go up and do it, but nothing came. She threw herself on her bed, landing on her back, and closed her eyes.

Rachel was woken up by a knock, and then a voice at the door.

"Rach? Rach?" the voice said from the other side.

"Yes, Kurt?" Rachel shouted back as she as pulled herself up and looked at the door which now was opening as Kurt walked in.

"Tom's just left. Are you ok?" Kurt walked in and sat at the end of the bed.

"I'm fine," Rachel said.

"No. Something's wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can tell."

"NOTHING IS WRONG KURT!" Rachel shouted as she jumped up off her bed and walked out of the room. Kurt ran after her, eventually catching her up. He grabbed on to her arm, spinning her around.

"Please, Kurt. Don't..." Rachel said as tears started to form in her eyes.

"Is it Finn? You can tell me," Kurt asked.

"No, it's not Finn. It's...it's..." she started, but the words that Tom had said echoed in her head.

"It's what?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."

"If it's nothing, why are you crying?"

"Please! Stop with the questions!" Rachel grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked.

"To get some air, if that's ok with you!" Rachel demanded as she slammed the door behind her. Kurt really wanted to go after her, but decided that maybe he should let her go. He walked back to his room and pulled out his phone. He decided to look on Twitter. He had already gained just over 5,000 followers.

"What the...?" he said to himself as he looked at the number before clicking the follower’s button. He saw that a couple of celeb gossip sites had started following him. Once again his mentions were full, but he decided to not look at them, not now anyway. He threw his phone to the other side of the room.

Two hours pasted. Kurt was practicing some of the dance moves in his bedroom. He was determined to get every little detail right. Rachel still hadn't returned and he was starting to get a bit worried. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He raced to the door.

"I bet she's forgotten her key," he said to himself as he opened the door.

"Blaine?" a surprised Kurt said when he saw the other guy standing in the door dressed in some baggy jeans, a grey hooded top, and was soaking wet.

"Can I come in?" Blaine asked.

"Umm...yeah, sure, come in." Kurt pulled the door wider to allow the other guy to get passed. He closed it behind him and guided him to the living area. He quickly went to a cupboard and pulled out a towel before handing it to Blaine as he pulled his hood down. 

"Thanks," he said as he started to rub his hair with the towel to get it dry.

"Can I ask how you got my address?" Kurt asked. He sat in the chair opposite to him and watched him.

"I got my P.A to look it up" Blaine replied.

"Oh. Is there a reason why you have come here?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I guess you haven't seen the article then?" Blaine whispered to himself.

"What was that?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing. I... I... just wanted to see how you were...umm..."

"What?"

"I don't know." Blaine started to mess with the towel in his hands, making no eye contact with Kurt.

"Ok, what is happening? Am I getting Punked today or something? Seriously, why is everyone around me turning into...well, no one is telling me anything." Kurt got up and moved over to the window. Blaine followed him and looked out, too. They both looked at each other.

"I love New York. Such an amazing city" Blaine said as he looked back out the window.

"It's so beautiful."

"So, how long have to lived in the city?" Blaine asked.

"Just a few years, I studied at NYADA," Kurt replied smiling, impressed that he was finally having a decent conversation with Blaine.

"Nice. It's meant to be one of the best schools in the business, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"So, did you put on any shows while you were there?" Blaine asked looking back at Kurt.

"Yeah, a few. Got most of them on DVD so I could send them back to my dad in Ohio."

"Stick them on then."

"What?"

"I want to watch."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not." Blaine turned around, throwing off his jacket, and sat himself on the sofa in front of the TV.

"What you waiting for?" Blaine asked as he looked at Kurt.

They spent a good two hours watching one of Kurt's shows, just enjoying each other's company.

"You know, I didn't know what to make of you when I first meet you. I hope you don't mind, but you seemed like a...umm...what's the word I'm looking for?" Kurt asked.

"An idiot? A jerk? I know. It's just some defence thing I do."

"Why?"

"I never really had anyone like me for who I was. After a while, I just put my guard up and treated people how they treated me. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you this." Blaine got up off his seat and started to head to the door.

"Wait! I don't mind you telling me this stuff. If you want to talk to me about anything, you can." Kurt got up as he followed the other boy.

"The last person I was myself with and I told them all my personal stuff, they sold it to the newspapers, the magazines and what other organisation that wanted it. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Blaine went to the apartment door and tried to find the key to unlock it.

"Blaine, I would never do that!"

"How can I trust you?"

"I give you my word, which is all I can give," Kurt grabbed Blaine's hands that were now holding onto the key. They both looked down at their hands as Blaine dropped the keys and let Kurt's fingers slip through his. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.

"Did anyone tell you that you have really pretty eyes?" Blaine said, catching himself off-guard.

"You do, too." Kurt looked back up at Blaine. Both of them laughed, unsure what to do next.

"I...I...have a boyfriend, Blaine." Kurt said as he let go of his hands, and took a couple of steps backwards.

"He doesn't deserve you, Kurt," Blaine said as tears started to leave his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I'm with him."

"He...he...Kurt ... he..."

"He what, Blaine?" Kurt said as he took a few more steps backwards.

"HE CHEATED ON YOU, KURT!" Blaine shouted to Kurt, making him jump.

"What are you on about?"

"He kissed me, Kurt."

"Stop it! Please!" Kurt demanded, as he started to cry.

"He did, Kurt. Please, believe me. It was last night at the party. I asked him if he was your boyfriend, and he was like "maybe", and "It wasn't set in stone", and then he kissed me. I pushed him off, and he just laughed. Please, believe me, Kurt."

"No! You're just making this up. He wouldn't..." Kurt said as he fell to the floor. Blaine rushed forward to help him up, but the other boy pushed him away.

"Get away from me, Blaine!"

"Kurt?"

"GET OUT!" Kurt shouted. Blaine jumped up and almost fell backwards.

"Fine, but please just look on the internet. You will find proof there." Blaine turned around, picking the key back up before unlocking the door and leaving the keys behind him as he left.