Kurt’s head is pounding. He slowly opens his eyes and he blinks at the sudden light. He’s lying on a cold floor.

There’s someone hovering over him. This person puts their hand on Kurt’s forehead. Kurt’s vision is too hazy to make out any facial features. He blinks a couple of times in the hope of clearing his vision.

“Are you okay?” they say, sounding worried.

This person keeps touching his forehead, but they also grab his shoulder. Kurt’s vision slowly comes back and-

Wow, okay. It’s a man and this man is hot. Deep dark eyes and a mop of curls on his head. He’s really, really hot. To Kurt’s utter embarrassment, he says so out loud. He obviously can’t think rationally and he’s ready to apologize when this person laughs.

“Luckily, you think so,” the man says and he helps Kurt up. When he’s up, Kurt looks around. He has no idea where he is. He turns around and almost falls over when a sudden flood of nausea hits him.

Kurt grabs a chair to steady himself and the man also stops him from falling.

“Wow, are you alright?”

Kurt shakes his head. He feels terrible. He closes his eyes since the lightning is too harsh right now. At least the man’s hands are warm. It’s soothing.

“What happened? I came into the kitchen and found you lying on the floor,” the man sounds still worried, “Do I need to call the hospital?”

This stranger is far too kind. Kurt tries to remember what happened. Now that he lives in New York with Santana Lopez, he’s gotten more outgoing. Together with Rachel and Santana, he goes out drinking and partying. It must’ve been quite a party yesterday, since this headache is terrible and Kurt has problems remembering what has happened.

“I just need some breakfast,” Kurt says.

He still has his eyes closed, but this man helps him sit down on a soft surface. Kurt opens his eyes and yup, the lightning is terrible, but he manages to look around. This isn’t the loft. He has no idea where he is. He looks down and he realises that he’s wearing pyjama’s. These aren’t his pyjama’s.

The man has gone back to the kitchen. He’s truly making breakfast for Kurt. This stranger is incredibly nice and handsome. Sure, Kurt’s gotten more lively, but he has never woken up in a strange man’s home before, so this is quite an achievement.

Oh no, did I sleep with him? Kurt thinks in shock.

Maybe he should call his roommates.

Just then, the man comes back with a bowl and a cup of coffee. “Here, eat up. Hopefully you’ll feel better. I know these migraines are terrible.”

Migraine? No, Kurt has a hangover.

But Kurt accepts the breakfast and he keeps quiet. Maybe it’s best if this man believes he has a migraine, since waking up with a huge hangover on the kitchen floor is embarrassing. The man goes back to the kitchen to get breakfast as well.

When he comes back, the two of them eat in comfortable silence. Kurt is strangely at ease here, but he knows that he has to go back home.

“Thanks for breakfast, but I should get going,” Kurt says and he puts the bowl on the coffee table, “Where are my clothes?”

The man scrunches his face. “Get going?”

Kurt thinks it’s sweet that this man is so worried about him, so he waves his concern away. “I’m fine, thank you. My headache is disappearing, so I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Out of my- Kurt, where are you going?”

Okay, so they are supposedly on first name basis. Yet, Kurt still can’t remember who this man is and what happened last night.

“Home. I live in Bushwick with two friends of mine, so I’ll just take the train. Where are my clothes?”

The man shakes his head and laughs a little bit. “Not funny, Kurt. If you’re well enough to make jokes, then you can call Adam for administration.”

The man gets up to bring the empty breakfast bowls to the kitchen, leaving Kurt dumbfounded. Is this man keeping him here? What the hell?

“Look, uhm, I don’t know what your deal is, but you realise that you can’t keep me here, right?” Kurt says indignantly.

The man turns around, bowls still in hand, and he looks confused. “You can quit it, you know? This isn’t funny anymore. You’ve tried to get out of administration several times, but this is getting weird.”

Whatever this man is thinking, he can’t keep Kurt here. Kurt can’t remember what clothes he was wearing, but clothes be damned. He turns around, ready to just walk out in his (his?) pyjama’s.

“Where are you going?” the man calls out.

“Home!” Kurt yells back. This man might be incredibly attractive, but Kurt has no intention of being held captive.

The man runs after him and grabs him by the shoulder. “Kurt, what the hell?”

Kurt pushes him off. “What? I really gotta go. I have this huge project for my boss and Isabelle is not going to like it if I miss this deadline. Besides, my two roommates might get worried.”

There’s a small beat of silence and then the man turns around. Kurt’s about to celebrate the small victory when the man says: “That’s it, I’m calling your dad.”

Kurt turns around as well.

“You know my dad?”

“Or Rachel,” the man says, not hearing Kurt, “We did promise to take it easy and I am not going to alarm Burt for no reason. Well, except for the fact that his son is a menace.”

Kurt watches as the man takes out a phone and he starts tapping the screen. The phone is clearly an iPhone, but it seems different somehow? Longer, slimmer and thinner.

The man puts the phone on the coffee table and when Kurt sees the screen, he sees that the phone’s on speakerphone. The call menu has a different style as well.

Rachel picks up.

“Blaine, what a surprise! You never call this early.”

Rachel is on the phone? Kurt’s Rachel? And Rachel even knows this man?

Blaine?

“Your friend is being a pain in the ass, Rae,” Blaine mutters.

“I bet,” Rachel says and Blaine lets out a laugh before his face turns serious again.

“Why don’t you explain it yourself, Kurt?” he says and he motions for Kurt to get closer.

Even though his instinct tells Kurt to run, since this is getting crazy, his curiosity is piqued. He picks up the phone. It even feels more smooth than Kurt expected.

“Kurt, is that you?” Rachel asks.

“Rachel?”

“Yes?”

Kurt looks up and he sees the man, Blaine, staring at him. So, Kurt starts talking. “Rachel, I am freaking out. I don’t know where I am and who this guy is. I just woke up feeling sick and now I really want to come home to you and Santana.”

Silence.

But then, Rachel says: “That’s not funny, Kurt. We both know that the three of us haven’t lived together in ages.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, Rachel. In my eyes, we do live together. We don’t?”

“We all moved out when our relationships got more serious.”

Relationships? Rachel just broke up with Brody. Or maybe she’s talking about someone else.

“Is, uh, Finn there, then?” Kurt asks. His brother might talk some sense into the others. Or into him. Kurt doesn’t know anymore.

There’s another silence, but this silence doesn’t seem to end. Rachel is eerily quiet and when Kurt looks up, he sees Blaine staring at him as if he’s from another planet. There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The silence keeps lingering, but then Blaine yanks the phone out of Kurt’s hands and he and Rachel start talking frantically. Blaine must’ve turned off the speakerphone, since Kurt can barely understand Rachel, but she sounds hysterical.

Kurt watches Blaine pace around the apartment and Kurt decided to take a seat. He’s probably not going home.