Kurt followed Blaine as they passed the doorman. He opened the door for them to the lobby of a building in the middle of the city. Kurt found himself looking around in amazement, like a little kid at Disneyland for the first time.

"This place is amazing!" Kurt said, following Blaine into the lift.

"Wait till you see my apartment." Blaine pressed the button for the 45th floor. They stood in silence while the lift took them to their floor. The only thing making a noise was the lift music coming out of the speakers in the ceiling. Finally, the lift stopped and the doors opened. Blaine led the way down the hall to his door. He got his keys out and opened it.

"Wow!" Kurt said as he followed Blaine in.

"I told you it was amazing." Blaine shut the door behind them. Kurt walked into the main living area. It had windows from the ceiling to the floor that looked out over the city. He walked around a bit more. He found a giant sofa and a massive TV covering another wall.

"Now, I don't have a spare room, but you can have my room tonight. I'll sleep on the sofa. So, make yourself at home." Blaine walked over to the kitchen area, attached to the living area. He turned on the coffee machine and pulled out two mugs.

"You don't have a guest room?" Kurt asked as he sat down on the sofa, taking off his jacket and placing it on his lap.

"Never needed one."

"Where do your parents stay when they come to visit? I guess you stick them in a hotel, right?" Kurt laughed to himself, but Blaine stood still, not saying anything before he took a breath.

"I don't speak to them anymore, haven't in years." Blaine finished off the coffees before bringing them over. He handed one to Kurt before sitting down on the seat next to him.

"I'm sorry about that," Kurt said as he took a sip from his mug.

"I'm not. I'm better off without them." Blaine said hoping that Kurt wouldn’t ask any more questions on that particular subject.

"I see," Kurt said as he took another sip, and then continued

"Crap! All my stuff is at the apartment. I don't really want to go back there right now, but I need to pick up some clothes." Kurt placed his mug on the coffee table and started to walk to the door.

"Wait!" Blaine said stopping Kurt in his tracks.

"I have plenty of clothes you can borrow. I mean, I get tons of free stuff that I never wear. Check if any of them are your size, and you can have them." Blaine ran to a door at the other side of the room and went in. Kurt stood for a second before Blaine came back out and gestured for Kurt to follow.

Kurt walked in the room slowly to find it was Blaine's bedroom. It had the same windows as the living room. The bed faced them. There was a set of drawers just right to the side and two doors next to each other. Blaine opened the one on his left and walked in, instructing Kurt to follow. Inside was a room full of just clothes. Kurt looked around in amazement. Blaine walked to the side and pressed a button. A bit of the wall moved to reveal a smaller room.

"Ok, this is like Narnia!" Kurt announced as the bright lights from the smaller room turned on, almost blinding both of them.

"This is my junk room. All the free crap I get that I don't want goes in here." Blaine walked over to the shoe stand. He picked out a pair.

"Now, I can see you wearing these," Blaine said as he past them to Kurt.

"Spend as much time as you want in here, and get what you want. You can try them on in my room. To shut the blinds, there is a remote on the bedside table." Blaine exited the room and went back to the living area. Kurt didn't know where to look first. He had never seen so many designer brands in one place: Chanel, Gucci, Alexander McQueen, Burberry, Prada, just to name a few.

"I'm in heaven" Kurt said to himself as he picked out a handful of clothes. He ran back to the bedroom and threw them on the bed before pressing the button for the blinds.

After changing, he picked out one outfit for the next day. As much as he wanted all of what he had put in that pile, he just didn't feel right taking the clothes, even if Blaine told him that he could. He folded them up and carried them out to the living area. He found Blaine on the sofa, holding his hand. Kurt hadn't seen the scarf that Rachel put on it, but he could see the other guy was in pain.

"Are you all right?" Kurt asked as he placed his clothes on the sofa. He grabbed Blaine's hand. Blaine tried to resist, but Kurt was too strong. Kurt slowly untied the knot.

"Ouch!" Blaine said as Kurt took away the scarf. The cut was getting worse and bled even more now.

"Oh my! Blaine, how did you do this?" Kurt ran over to the kitchen area. He grabbed a bit of tissue and put it under some running water before he started to clean the cut.

"I cut it on some glass. Actually, Rachel was the one who helped me, and used that scarf to cover my hand. She isn't that bad." Blaine watched the other boy take care at cleaning the cut.

"You don't know her as well as I do."

"I don't really think you should be that hard on her. She told me that she feels terrible about what happened."

"Yeah, well, you're talking to someone who wants to be an actress for a living. It was just an act."

"Ouch. Alright," Blaine said as Kurt pushed slightly on the cut with the tissue, his way of getting Blaine to stop talking about Rachel.

"You need to get this looked at Blaine," Kurt said.

"I'll be ok." Blaine took back his hand and walked away.

"Blaine…"

"I'll be ok. I've had worse."

"Fine. Just be careful." Kurt watched Blaine get a plaster and stick it over the cut, and then a dressing to cover his hand.

Rachel got back to the apartment, hoping that maybe Kurt would be there waiting to welcome her back.

"Keys!" she exclaimed. She sat herself against the door, banging her head against it. A shadow appeared over her.

"Tom," Rachel said as she got up off the floor.

"Rachel."

"What do you want?" she asked, trying to make herself the same height as him.

"I came to see you actually."

"What do you want?"

"Well, dear old Kurt now knows about what we discussed earlier. No loss there really. Anyways, I just came to tell you don't bother auditioning for anything again."

"It wasn't even me who told him!" Rachel grabbed onto Tom's jacket.

"Do I look like I care? I said if he found out, you wouldn't have a career."

"But..."

"I could do a deal with you," Tom said as a massive grin appeared on his face.

"What?" Rachel hated the feeling that she was going to end up hurting Kurt even more, but she just couldn't help herself.

"You will be my girlfriend." Tom grabbed Rachel's hands.

"Never!" She tried to get her hands free.

"I guess Rachel will be serving tables for the rest of her life then. Have fun with that," he said, letting go of her hands and walking away. Thoughts went rushing through her head. She remembered that she was still single. Finn was in the army. He didn't want her to sit around scared for him all the time, so he broke up with her for about the sixth or seventh time. To be fair, she had lost count now.

"Sorry, Finn. You're going to hate me so much, Kurt," she whispered to herself.

"Fine! I'll do it," she shouted, hating herself more. Tom slowly turned around with that evil smirk on his face that sent shivers down her spine.