Besides, Kurt didn't even know if they were home for summer break. Or if they were on vacation or something. Unlike him, they all had important lives to live. Kurt went through his options, stopping ever so often.

First was Mercedes. Oh how he missed Mercedes. She was one of the few that understood his fashion sense and love for music. Well, when he still had all those things. He wanted to click send, but he knew it would be a horrible idea. Even if she didn't try to comfort him, she'd suggest they go shopping or maybe even church. And even the Lord knew Kurt wasn't going to do that.

Next was Tina. Kurt pondered on if she and Mike were still working at that Asian camp they did three summers before. Or if she and Mike were even still together. Maybe she got back with Artie? Kurt skipped over her, knowing there'd be too much detail.

Brittany showed after he scrolled back up. It had been extra long since he spoke to her. After the incident, Brittany devoted herself to being by Santana's side, making sure she was alright. Santana and Dave were pretty good friends after all. Anyway, since Santana didn't want anything to do with Kurt, neither did Brittany.

Quinn, Puck, Lauren, Artie, even some random Cheerios from when he was on the squad. Nobody fit the bill. Sighing, he called the called the one person he knew he could deal with.

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Kurt could hear the spot on tones of "Doe Re Me" the moment he stepped into the Berry household. Rachel's fathers were in the city, enjoying their mini vacation together and catching up on all the musicals Broadway had to offer, so Rachel was home alone. As he approached her bedroom, "Doe Re Me" became "May Me My Mo Moo". She was warming up, something she did twice a day, whether she was singing or not. Kurt cursed himself, maybe Rachel wasn't the best person to call.

But what other choice did he have? Finn was a cop out and he couldn't stand to be with any of his other friends, frightened of what they'd say or do.

Rachel jumped as she caught Kurt's reflection in the mirror, her toy mic pressed against her chest.

"Bad time?" Kurt asked drolly.

Rachel smiled her award winning smile. "Of course not. Come in! I'm finished anyway."

"Do you ever put that voice to rest?" He asked, settling down on her bed.

Rachel gave him a look in the mirror. "Do you not know me? I gotta be prepaid for when I get back to Julliard. Can't be the lead if I'm out of tune."

Kurt smiled to himself. "Ah yes, I distinctly remember you doing a poor rendition of "The Climb". Laryngitis is a cruel mistress."

"Indeed, but I've recovered and have taken the necessary measurements in case that ever happens again." Spinning in her chain, Rachel faces him. "So, what shall we do today? Coffee? Movie? The choice is yours."

Kurt thought about it. His choices were indeed limited. Mall, no. Music store, no. Any other clothing store was a big no. Sighing, he chose coffee. Taking his truck, they headed over to The Lima Bean, grabbing a latte and muffin for Rachel, and a black coffee for Kurt, before sitting down.

"I don't know how you could drink it black. It must taste repulsive." Rachel commented, pulling a piece off her chocolate chip muffin.

"I will admit it's nothing compared to a medium drip, but it's grown on me." The two were quiet for a moment. "So, how long until you go back to school?"

"Classes started September first, but I gotta be there by August thirtieth." Kurt thought of the date, she still had two and a half months to go. "Excited?"

Rachel smiled shyly, looking down at her coffee. "How can I not be? I mean, it's Julliard! I'm so close to being on Broadway, it's almost scary. Yeah, it's still school, but at the same time, it's not. It's like Glee, times a hundred."

"Why didn't you take a summer courses? Or do a play or something? I'm sure Julliard has all of that. Same for winter and spring. There has to be a hundred and one things you could do. Why come back to Ohio?"

Rachel stared at him for a moment, before moving her gaze to her hands. "Well, it's my home. I love the city more than anything, but I couldn't just forget about my life here." Looking up, Rachel smiled weakly. "There's my parents, and Finn. Long distance relationships are hard, you know. If we wanna make it work, we both have to give. And having him be the only one to come around is just selfish. And besides, if I did that, I wouldn't be here with you."

"Yes. Here with me. In a small town full of losers and nobodies. You have everything people strive for, why walk away to come back?"

Rachel remained silent, her expression solemn. Reaching forward, she took his hand in hers. "Because my life and priorities are here, Kurt. And despite what you think, you're not a loser. Or a nobody. You're just . . . a boy who lost his way is all."

Kurt yanked his hand away, grabbing his coffee, holding it close. "I don't have a way Rachel. Not anymore."

"Don't be silly! Just because you fell behind in life, that doesn't mean you can't get right back up and start anew! You can jump right back into step. It's easy as one, two, three."

"Rachel, stop it!" Kurt quietly commanded. "I'm not like you, okay? I can't go back to the same routine after something life changing happens. I've changed, Rachel. This is my life now. I spend my days working on cars in my father's garage and spend my nights locked up in my room, away from the world and their pity. You may not like it, but I do."

The small girl sat silently, her hand grasping her warm cup, almost to the point where it would break in her hands. Her eyes grazed over the table as she spoke.

"You have changed, Kurt." She spoke softly. "I'm sorry I made you angry. That wasn't my intention when I brought it up."

"I know it wasn't. I'm sorry too."

"We should leave. We could hang at my house or something. Watch a movie."

"I'm not a big fan of movies at the moment. Why don't we go to my place? Carole would love to see you, and I'm sure Finn would be happy."

Rachel looked up, placing a show-smile on her face. Kurt knew she felt sorry for him, but he was done taking peoples pity.

"Let's go." She said. Standing from her table, Kurt followed her out, tossing his coffee into the garbage before leaving the lot.