Kurt had been miserable, it had been two months since he and Blaine broke up. At times, he didn't know what to do with himself. He was so used to waking up to little, cute text messages, or going home and being greeted by a Skype chat. But no. Those things weren't going to happen. No more phone calls, no more video chats. Nothing.

Rachel was pretty heart broken herself, but she seemed to slowly have slowly moved on from Finn. She met some guy named Brody, that she would not stop talking about. One day she would be confused, the next, she was jumping for joy. He didn't know whether to be annoyed or ask for advice. He really needed to get over Blaine. For all Kurt knew, Blaine could have been gallivanting with some other guy. Kurt couldn't be stuck moping around, no!

He and Rachel decided that maybe it was time to get out and do something. They were in New York city! The two couldn't sit in their rooms doing nothing, no, they had to go out and explore the city, maybe even do something reckless.

"Kurt, Kurt!" Rachel called after him, scurrying behind her friend, quickly locking their arms when she got the chance. "Are you sure we won't get caught?" She asked in a hushed and very panicked tone.

Kurt looked back at Rachel, his brows furrowed. "Well, if you continue acting like that, then no.. we'll probably end up caught." With that, Rachel zipped her lips and proceeded to walk alongside Kurt.

The two decided that it was time to go clubbing. Sure, it was the cliche thing to do, seeing that now, the two were single, but who said that life couldn't be cliche sometimes? So, Kurt got hold of his old, fake ID and Rachel managed to find someone in NYADA who made some, cheap. The two felt the adrenaline run through them. Kurt, tried to keep himself composed, as Rachel dug her fingers nervously into his arm.

As they reached the entrance, Kurt pulled out the ID, Rachel already seemed to have her's in hand. The bouncer hardly even gave the IDs a glance before he let them in. Rachel bit back a squeal and Kurt just plastered a smile on his face as the two walked in. "I feel so... bad ass," Rachel whispered into Kurt's ear. The boy merely smiled back at her as he glanced around the club. Lights flashed and created a blue and purple hue. To their left, there was the bar, to their right were booths and tables set up, and right ahead was the dance floor and a stage. By the looks of it, a band was about to play.

"Looks like we made it right on time, come on!" Rachel pulled Kurt forward and forced the both of them right to the middle of the crowd. As if on cue, the lead singer turned to face the crowd, bobbing to the beat of the music. He clutched onto the microphone as if it was his lifeline as he began to sing.

"Do you want to elope tonight

Getting lost in the shadows
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
Let's hang in love from the gallows"

Rachel couldn't help but giggle, she looked up at Kurt, obviously happy that the two decided to go out to the club.

"Or we can take a walk around the lake
There's a garden in the park there
Under the stars next to the fireside

anywhere is better than here"

The singer reached his hand out and leaned towards the crowd.

"Oh Mother Mary, take my hand
I'll be a saint, I'll be your man
I'll do most anything, 'cause I don't care ...
Oh Mother Mary, take my hand."

Then, without any warning, the singer jumped off the stage, the crowd cheered him on, praising him as if he were some sort of God, well, mostly the girls did that. He smiled at one of the girls and began to sing to her, holding his microphone tight.

"Take a ride on the midnight train
We'll fall asleep at the station
Too much wine, driving me insane
And then we'll miss our destination"

The girl tried to take hold onto him, but he turned the other direction and sang to the crowd again.

"Oh well, too bad, who cares, it's all right.
As long as we will stick together
In hell we'll run in rows of sunshine
We'll watch it rise and shine forever"

He then, looked directly at Kurt and met his eyes. Kurt noticed this and was frozen, eyes wide. The singer beckoned Kurt closer but the boy shook his head. Rachel though, did not approve of Kurt's meek behavior. "Go!" She pushed him forward and with a gasp, Kurt was in front of the mystery singer.

"Oh Mother Mary, take my hand"

He took Kurt's hand, causing the boy to blush.
"I'll be a saint, I'll be your man
I'll do most anything, 'cause I don't care ..."

Right then Kurt's hand was kissed. He bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh Mother Mary, take my hand."

When the song ended, the singer looked up at Kurt. "Well hello."

Kurt took in a breath. "Hi."

Blaine sat back on the bed in Sugar's bedroom. He listened as Tina attempted to explain why they should not watch 'Legally Blonde' for the second movie night in a row and instead watch 'Mean Girls'.

"My house, my rules!"

"Sugar, that isn't fair, we're the guests! Right, Blaine?" Both Tina and Sugar turned to look over at Blaine.

"Hey, I'm good with this, all I need is popcorn," Blaine joked with a shrug.

Tina huffed and Sugar just groaned. "Where is the popcorn anyways, I told the butler to bring it up here, like, ten minutes ago!" And with that, the girl stomped out of her room.

Tina sighed and collapsed on the bed. She took a pillow and smashed it against her face. "Do me a favor, Blaine.. hold this down and make sure I stop moving, okay?"

Blaine chuckled at his friend's dramatics. "That's a bit morbid," he picked up the pillow and tilted his head to the side. "Don't you think?" Tina groaned and sat up. "Besides, you'll miss the popcorn."

Tina rolled her eyes at Blaine and turned to face him entirely. "So?"

"So?"

Tina huffed and began to pick at the pillow she was using before. "You still seem out of it-"

"Tina.. can we not?"

"Blaine-"

"No."

"But you and Kurt-"

"Are over.-"

"I have the popcorn!" Both Tina and Blaine looked over to see Sugar do a little shimmy before placing the bowl on the bed. "Now, I decided that instead of going with Legally Blonde tonight, or Tina's pick, we will watch 'Clueless'."

"Sugar, does that pick hit a little close to home?" Tina asked. Blaine bit back a snicker as he stared at Tina in disbelief.

"No... why?"

"No reason."

Kurt sat at the bar, watching over Rachel. He supposed that she was drowning her sorrows with alcohol. Sure, she acted like she was completely over Finn and tried to mask the pain with obsessing over Brody, but Kurt knew better. He would switch glances; Rachel, the band, Rachel, the band. Kurt didn't understand why, but the lead singer grabbed his attention. Before Kurt could even find out the mystery man's name, he was pulled aside to perform the next song.

"Kurt!" The boy turned, noticing that Rachel was stumbling over to him. "Are you having fun?! B-Because I'm having lots and lots of fun!" She extended fun and let out a very obnoxious giggle.

The boy rolled his eyes at his friend. "Yeah, loads."

"Hey!" She pointed at her friend. "Don't-don't use that tone with me sir, I'm-I'm here because you're my best friend and you've been sad and mopey for months." Before Kurt could even respond, his friend snuggled up against his arm, a dopey grin plastered on her face. "I love you.."

Kurt sighed and patted her head. "I love you too.."

"She your sister?"

Kurt's head snapped up from where the voice came from. It was the singer. "Um.. yeah, sort of." Kurt didn't even notice when the band stopped playing.

The singer nodded and sat on the stool next to Kurt. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked.

"Um-"

"He's still sad!" Rachel suddenly said, as she stood straight and walking over towards the other man. "You should fix that while I go get something to drinkie-drink."

Before the two boys could respond, Rachel turned to the bartender and ordered herself something to drink. "Drinkie-drink?" The guy asked, furrowing a brow.

"I don't even bother asking anymore..." Kurt muttered as a response.

"Good, it's better not to question the drunken female," the guy extended a hand over to Kurt. "I'm Gabe."

Kurt took his hand and shook it. "Kurt."

Gabe smiled and was about to say something else when suddenly a girl draped over his shoulder, said girl was Rachel. "You- you are like..." Rachel didn't even finish her sentence. She leaned closer to his face, he sat still, not even responding. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Gabe sighed. "I think it's time you go home."

Kurt nodded in agreement and stood up. "I guess I should go-"

"Give me your keys," Gabe suddenly said, his hand reaching out.

"E-excuse me?"

The other man rolled his eyes and stood up, holding Rachel as he did so. "I saw you take two drinks, I'm not letting you risk it." He then shrugged and had a smirk on his face. "Plus, I just met you. I'm not ready to say goodbye."

Kurt blushed at the comment but shook his head. "I don't even know you."

"And you never will if you stick with no."

Kurt opened the door to his apartment. "You have Rachel, right?" He looked back Gabe, who was carrying a very unconscious Rachel.

"Yeah, she's right here," he muttered as he stepped into the apartment. "Where do I put her?" He faced Kurt, a brow up.

Kurt began to walk forward. "My room."

"Oh, I get to go in your room? Shouldn't I buy you dinner first?" Gabe asked jokingly.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but there was an obvious smile on his face. He opened the door to his room and moved to the side so Gabe could set Rachel down. "The place looks nice," Gabe commented as he gently laid Rachel down on the bed. He took the blanket that was at the foot of the bed and draped it over her. The girl responded by grabbing tightly onto the fabric and snuggling it against herself.

Kurt smiled at Gabe. "Thanks.." He looked over at Rachel. "We should let her sleep."

Gabe didn't even wait another second, he stepped around Kurt and out the room. Kurt followed him and noticed where he was going. "Is your screen door locked?" Gabe asked as he walked further into the living room and over the the door leading to the balcony.

"Um, yeah, there's a rod at the top.."

"Gotcha," Gabe muttered as he reached up and unlocked the screen. He pulled it open and turned to face Kurt. "Come outside with me."

Kurt nodded and made his way outside with Gabe. "Thanks.. for helping with Rachel, by the way.. that was really nice of you," Kurt muttered.

"All in a day's work," Gabe muttered as he reached into his pocket to pull out a box of cigarettes. "You want one?"

Kurt shook his head. "Um.. no, I don't smoke..."

Gabe smiled and took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. He took a long puff. "You're adorable." Kurt blushed and leaned against the railing of the balcony.