(Saturday)

Dear Kurt, I’m so sorry that I betrayed your trust and I never meant to hurt you. I can understand that you don’t want to talk to me right now but I hope at some time you can. I need you to know that I love you and that Eli meant nothing to me. If you want to talk I’ll be at home and I’ll answer your call whenever you need me.

Blaine

Jay folded the note and put it back in Kurt’s jeans pocket. So that’s what all this was about. Blaine had cheated after he’d relentlessly made jibes at Kurt for texting Chandler. Maybe I should take him out at the weekend to take his mind off of things?

Kurt woke in the morning in a strange apartment and panicked slightly before a familiar face appeared in the doorway and then proceeded to pour him a cup of coffee. He sat up and stretched, letting the scent of caffeine fill his nostrils. He took the cup of coffee and smiled gratefully. 
“Thanks for coming to get me. Rachel was out and I didn’t know who else to call.” Kurt said after he’d looked at Jay and smiled thankfully.
“Don’t worry Kurt, like i told you last week. We’re best friends. You can call me for anything.” The older man replied sincerely, sitting by him and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. “You need a night out to forget about Blaine and everything.”
“Maybe, i want to get home now though, Rach will probably be worried.” He answered, smiling as he finished his drink and hugged his best friend briefly. “I’ll see you at work Monday.” He said finally and walked from his apartment.

It was mid November and slightly cold as Kurt walked through the streets of New York. It was pretty quiet for a Saturday morning so he ambled aimlessly towards their apartment. He watched as the cool breeze carried the leaves across the paths like they were light as feathers. When he arrived back at their apartment building it was fast approaching midday and his stomach grumbled in protest.
“Kurt, oh my gosh. I was so worried. Blaine went home this morning and said you left with some guy last night. I figured it would be Jay but i couldn’t be certain.” His brunette counterpart squealed, throwing her arms around his neck the minute he arrived back at the apartment. He hugged her back tightly.
“I’m sorry i never called. Blaine being back, it kind of threw me; y’know.”
“It’s okay. He was very apologetic this morning before he went back to Westerville. He gave me strict orders to look after you and that you shouldn’t call him because he doesn’t deserve it.”
“Okay. I’m going for a shower.” Kurt replied shortly. He really did need a shower. He felt dirty for some reason.

The young fashionista let his muscles and his mind relax beneath the steaming water jets. There was something about washing his hair and his body that was therapeutic and calming for him.  So Blaine had gone home this morning and didn’t want him to call. That was quite mature of him. I just couldn’t help but picture some mystery guy with his arms around him and it made me feel dirty. I just couldn’t look at him. He thought to himself as he shivered involuntarily and walked to his room, towel hanging low on his hips as he selected the days outfit. He settled with a white long sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans. The weekend were his slightly less high fashion days; that was when he was at work.

“Yep, okay. 8 o’clock. I’ll meet you there. Nice to finally talk to you too. Bye.” Rachel said quickly when she heard Kurt emerge from his room and sit beside her on the sofa. She was watching Singing In The Rain and he couldn’t help but join her; he’d not seen the film in far too long. They sang together and he thought little of Rachel’s conversation until after their evening meal. She announced that they were going somewhere and that he should get himself dressed in his best “glad rags”. (How insulting, nothing he owned could be classed as “rags!”)

Nevertheless he dressed up and met Rachel by the door, keys and wallet secured in the pockets of his tight fitting leather jacket. He and Rachel split a taxi and he was surprised when they arrived outside one of New York’s most controversial night clubs. It was well-known because both gay men and straight couples liked to meet there. The fasionista was also doubly surprised to see Jay and Brody sat at the bar, nursing two beers. Rachel kissed Brody’s cheek gently in greeting and Jay waved at Kurt and urged him to sit down.
“Bet you didn’t think i knew about your best friend; did you?”
“No. Although you seem to be pretty happy with Brody.”
“Yep, i met him when i was writing a side-piece on NYADA and some of it’s high fashion students. We kept in touch and when he kept talking about a talkative brunette with a best friend who also worked at Vogue.com; i put two and two together and was quite lucky.”   He laughed and took a swig of his beer. Kurt ordered himself a vodka and coke and shuffled closer to his colleague, unhappy that some of the men in the club were watching him predatorily.

After some light banter and several more vodka and coke’s Kurt was compliant enough to agree to work with his slightly older work colleague. Rachel had disappeared with Brody somewhere doing something he didn’t dare think about, so he was kind of stuck with Jay, not that he minded. He was quite reserved as he danced with him, slowly moving closer and eventually he wrapped his arms around Jay’s neck as he noticed a few of the older men were still watching him. He walked back to the bar and took a seat cautiously after Jay had announced he needed to get some fresh air and that he would come back soon.
“Well, well, well, Hummel. Don’t you look all dashing here tonight with your new boyfriend. I can’t say i blame you either after the whole thing with Eli.” A familiar voice remarked, smirking in his usual fashion.
“Can i have a dance?”