A couple of days passed. Kurt talked to Handsome once or twice. Nothing special, just “Hi, how are you” Kurt stayed away from the bar. The fact that he had an art project to do helped a little. Kurt was also dreamless. He hadn’t had one dream since that night he slept in Rachel’s bed with her. He felt…lonely. He missed handsome. But Kurt occupied himself with his art. He finished the one he had started days ago; he called it ‘Handsome Hazel’. It was a medium sized canvas. Every inch was covered with the golden color, speckling it with greens and browns. That’s the one he turned in to his teacher.

“Kurt!” Rachel busted into their apartment with a smile on her face. “He did it! He asked me on a date.”

“It’s about time. You two have been talking nonstop for three days now.” He looked up from his computer, his glasses on the edge of his nose. He had just gotten an email from his art teacher, telling him how impressed he was with his piece and that if he would like, there’s a spot open in the art fair that was happening in Central Park later that month, he could have the spot. Kurt clapped his hands in excitement. An actual art show. Of course it wasn’t anything huge. But still. It was a public place, where something he painted would be. “I have something to tell you!” Kurt said.

“Me first!” She tossed her keys and purse on the coffee table. “And you’re probably not going to be happy with me but you love me, remember?”

“What?” He said cautiously.

“Okay, well, I told him I would pick him up. Because you know me, this is New York; I don’t like people knowing where I live unless I know them well enough. And I want you to go with me so he doesn’t pull me into his apartment and chop me up into tiny pieces while rubbing my hair on his face. Please, please, please!”

“Rachel!” He whined.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” She sat down next to him on the couch. “But you love me.” She slipped her arm around his, pouting her lips. “And you’d feel bad if you didn’t go and he killed me.”

“You sure about that?”

That earned him a small punch in the arm.

He groaned. “Fine. When is this date?”

She smiled, standing up. “In an hour.”

“What? Rachel!”

“Thank you, love.” She ran out of the living room.

Kurt sighed, closing his laptop. He’d tell her about the art fair later. She’s too excited now.

…

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Kurt said as he they made their way up the steps to the apartment building. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t scary. He took this as a good sign. He adjusted his glasses. He didn’t bother changing, after he made sure Wes didn’t kill her, he intended to go straight home. He was just in some jeans and a t-shirt he liked to paint in. Rachel on the other hand was dressed in a cute, simple black dress, her hair gently curled. She was wearing he Manolos and a small string of pearls.

“Shh!” She said. She pressed the button that she was instructed to push. The one next to the name “Anderson.”

“Hm, that’s funny.” Kurt said, noticing. “That’s Handsome’s last name.”

“Oh?”

“Hello?” Wes’ voice came through the box.

“It-it’s Rachel.”

“Oh! Hi! Come on up.” He said before there was a buzzing sound. She opened the door and they started up the steps. “I’m so nervous!”

“About the date? Or the still possible chance of him being psycho?”

“Shut. Up.” She hissed as they reached the door on the second floor. She knocked gently. Kurt sighed, crossing his arms, looking around at the drab hallway that was in desperate need of some paint. Then the door flew open and Wes was standing there without a shirt on.

“Oh,” Rachel squeaked.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Wes said with a smirk.

“No, no. You need a shirt.” She said, shaking her head.

Kurt just laughed quietly.

“Come on in, have a seat. I’ll be right out.” He said, letting them in and rushing away into a room in the back.

Kurt and Rachel exchanged looks before slowly making their way into the small apartment. It didn’t seem to be much smaller than theirs, though. It’s was pretty nice, actually. The living room was a baby blue color, and it was spotless, with a giant window right in the middle of the outside wall. Kurt looked to his left, eyeing the kitchen, it seemed clean enough. Good. Wes wasn’t a slob. They made their way over to the soft green colored couch and sat down. “Not too shabby.” Kurt commented.

Rachel looked around. “No, not at all.” She smiled.

They stood, hearing a door open in the hallway. “Hey Wes, where is my iPod?” The person, who was not Wes, did not come out of the hallway, but Kurt knew immediately who it was. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. His stomach jumped, hitting his heart, causing them to feel lodged in his throat. “Oh my god.” He whispered.

Rachel looked at him. “What? It’s just his roommate.”

“No.” Kurt shook his head, his heart beat was rapid.

“What then?” She asked.

That’s when he came out of the hallway, walking straight to the bar between the kitchen and the living room. He didn’t even notice anyone was in the living room until he turned around. Rachel let out a small gasp. He was wearing pajama pants, and a grey shirt that said ‘Westerville’ across it in dark blue letters. His hair was a mess, but it was shorter. He must have finally gotten it cut. He was also wearing glasses. When he turned, his eyes immediately caught Kurt’s, his jaw dropping. “Oh-what-how-“ He shook his head, letting a smile light up his face. “Hi.” He whispered.

Kurt bit his lip, smiling. “Hi. It really is a small world isn’t it?” He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath.

“What are you doing here?” Handsome asked, laughing.

Kurt motioned to Rachel. “Rachel here has a date with Wes.”

Blaine smiled. “Oh! You’re Rachel!” He stepped foreward, taking her hand and placing a small kiss on it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Blaine.”

She giggled, blushing. “Well, aren’t you quite the charmer.”

Then he made a face of realization. “Oh! You’re also the wife, aren’t you?” He winked.

She nodded. “Yes, that would be me.”

“I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things from both Kurt, and Wes.”

She just giggled again. Wesley came rushing out of his bedroom, fully clothed this time. “Okay.” He said, grabbing his keys. “Are we ready?” He stopped and looked at Rachel. “You look gorgeous.”

The blush seemed to be permanent on her face. Kurt and Handsome’s eyes were locked with each other, they had completely tuned out was and Rachel. Kurt’s heart was beating so fast. Oh my god, oh my god. This is so weird. It has to be a sign, right? WHAT are the ODDS of Rachel meeting and dating Handsome’s roommate; Out of all the people in Manhattan? This wasn’t a coincidence. Kurt was sure of it. Handsome just smiled at Kurt, shaking his head. Like he couldn’t believe this, either. Kurt was suddenly wishing he had changed before coming.

“Kurt?” Rachel knocked him on the arm. “We’re leaving. You can go home now.” She raised her eyebrows at him.

Kurt looked at her and then back to Handsome. “Or you could just, hang out here for a bit?” Handsome said. “I have to plan my lesson for tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind company.”

Kurt nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I think I’ll just hand here for a bit.” He said looking at Rachel.

“You guys know each other?” Wes questioned, looking at Handsome.

“We’ve met once or twice.” Handsome smiled.

Wes’ jaw dropped. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Is this Kurt?”

Blaine shot a look towards Wes. “Wes, shut up, shouldn’t you be taking Rachel on a date and showing her why she’s so much better than you?”

Wes chuckled. “Oh, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. I have heard a lot about you.”  He took Kurt’s hand, shaking it.

Kurt raised an eyebrow towards Handsome, who was covering his face with his hand, shaking his head.

Rachel kept her stare on Kurt as she took Wes’ hand. “Okay, we’ll be going now.” She led him to the door. “Kurt,” She shot him the look once more.

“Bye Rachel.” He waved at her, nodding.

She sighed. “Come on, Wes.” She said, and they were out.

Handsome chuckled as the door closed. “He’s going to scare her away.”

Kurt shook his head. “Not if she scares him first.”

They both laughed and then looked at each other. Handsome smiled at him. “Hi.” He said quietly.

“Hey handsome.” Kurt whispered.

Handsome smiled even bigger, letting out a chuckle. “So,” He motioned for Kurt to sit on the couch, and he followed.

“I’m sorry to just barge into your home, I came to make sure Wes wasn’t a psycho killer. He’s not is it?”

Handsome laughed. “No, no he’s not. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Kurt nodded. “Good,”

“And, you didn’t barge, no apologizing. Seeing you makes me happy.”

Kurt’s stomach fluttered and he looked over at Handsome, who was smiling at him. “How do you do that?” He leaned foreward, leaning his elbow on his knee. He pressed his cheek into his palm, facing Handsome.

“What?” Handsome smiled, mimicking Kurt’s position.

“I barely know you.” Well, in reality anyway. And also; Boyfriend.

“Yeaaaah.” Handsome subtly scooted a bit closer to Kurt.

“You-you make me feel all fluttery.” Kurt whispered, a crease forming in his forehead.

“Mm, what’s so bad about that?” Handsome raised his eyebrows, smiling sweetly; he got a little bit closer to Kurt. Kurt’s heartbeat was rapid.

Kurt’s eyelids fluttered. “Stop it.” He sat up, shaking his head.

“What?” Handsome whined lowly.

“We have to stop flirting so hard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not flirting.” Handsome sat up, leaning back against the couch, crossing his arms.

“Oh. Okay.” Kurt nodded, with a smile. “Right. Neither am I. So, tell me about your boyfriend.”

Handsome laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, okay, I get it. You want a glass of wine?” He asked, standing up, he went into the kitchen.

Kurt nodded. “Sure. And don’t you have a lesson plan to plan?”

Handsome nodded, he sat two glasses down and the wine bottle. “Yes, here, you pour, I’ll be back.” He disappeared only for a moment as Kurt poured the wine into the glasses. He returned with a messenger bag. When he sat down, he pulled out a green notebook. Kurt smiled at how Handsome’s name was doodled on the front, and all of the stickers that were on it, he assumed from the kids.

“Thank you.” Handsome said as he picked up his glass, taking a sip. “Alright,” He set the glass back down.

Kurt smiled, watching handsome go through his school stuff, adjusting his glasses. Handsome was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He was excited to get to hang out with him. And the fact that it was totally by chance was just amazing. He knew the universe was definitely telling him something. They talked about random things. Handsome was telling Kurt about the kids in his class, about how cute they were, and smart they were and how much he loved them. It was one of the cutest things in the world. It was like he was watching Handsome in slow motion as he smiled, laughing, telling Kurt about the little girl in his class, Natalie, that thinks he’s “dreamy”. Kurt knew Handsome must get that a lot. He was just captivating, enchanting, and just wonderful. How could anyone not just…fall in love with him the moment they meet him? Kurt’s eyes drifted from Handsome’s eyes, to his mouth. He watched it move, a smile still on it. Kurt really wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying anymore, all he could hear was his heart beating in his ears. His mind was clouded by the intoxicating scent that was Handsome, and the way he looked in those glasses. The wine smell on his breath. The cute scrunchy-nose face he would make when saying certain things. It was all so sexy. Kurt couldn’t handle it anymore; it was like there was a firework lit in his stomach just waiting to erupt. He quickly leaned in, interrupting Handsome mid-sentence, catching his lips, kissing him with urgency.  When he felt Handsome respond almost immediately, the firework when off, causing something that felt like fire to shoot through him. Handsome kissed him back with the same feverish passion, letting his folder fall to the ground, he pushed Kurt back gently. His teeth grazed Kurt’s bottom lip as his tongue found its way to Kurt’s. Kurt’s heart raced. God his lips felt better than the dreams. The loud exhale through their noses was the only sound. As Kurt felt Handsome’s hand graze his stomach under his shirt, it was like his mind cleared and he realized was he was doing. Shit. He pulled his mouth away from Handsome’s but Handsome didn’t stop, he kissed Kurt’s jaw and down his neck, back up again. “Stop.” Kurt breathed, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Handsome’s lips against the sensitive spot on his neck. “Blaine.” He said a little more stern.

Handsome stopped. “What’s wrong?”

Kurt just gave him a look.

“Oh. Oh, shit.” Handsome sat up, Kurt sitting up as well. He rubbed his face as they sat quietly for a moment. Kurt just stared at the coffee table, disappointed in himself. He knew Rachel would be, too. He let out a sigh. How pathetic. I have no self-control.

“I should go.” Kurt whispered, standing up.

“You feel it. Don’t you?” Handsome asked looking up at Kurt.

Kurt bit his lip, nodding. He knew what he was talking about, of course. That magnetic pull between them, the pulse racing, heart pounding, desperate-for-you-feeling. “I don’t understand it.”

“It’s like,” Handsome stood, facing Kurt. “It’s like we’ve known each other forever.”

Kurt nodded. “But it’s not like we can just toss the man that loves you away.” Kurt said, it coming out sadder than he had wanted.

Handsome nodded. “I know, I know, ‘how would I feel if I were him’?” He sat back down on the couch. “I’ve been hearing that from Wes.”

Kurt tilted his head. He wondered if those conversations with Wes were anything similar to the ones he was having with Rachel. This excited him a bit. But, there was a bigger issue at hand. He and Handsome had just shared this completely heated kiss and Handsome was taken. Kurt knew what he had to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not to that face. Have you seen that face? No. He couldn’t now. He cleared his throat. “Well, I should go.” He said again. “Bye, Blaine.”

Handsome just nodded. “Bye, Kurt.”

Kurt’s stomach fluttered at Handsome’s low voice saying his name. He rushed out of the apartment, deciding to walk a while, to get some air. “You feel it. Don’t you?” Handsome had asked. “It’s like we’ve known each other forever.” He wondered if Handsome had been having dreams, too. But he shook his head, thinking about how crazy that would be. Right? Well, considering this whole situation, maybe not. And if he had, had they been the same ones Kurt has been having? Were they different? Kurt wanted so much to ask, but what if he hadn’t and that freaked him out? No. I’ll just keep it to myself. He rubbed his face with his hand. He just had stop. Granted, he was going to do it anyway, it still hurt when Aidan told him he had cheated on him. He didn’t want to put someone else through that, and clearly he couldn’t control himself. He knew he had to distance himself from Handsome. As much as that thought made him sick, he had to. He just hoped his dreams would cooperate.