The next days just fly by. Kurt and Matt spend the time between eleven in the morning and midnight either with rehearsals, costume fittings or on stage with performances. Then there's the weekend and their "couple routine", again one of Leah's descriptions for their relationship, turns upside down once again.

"You really have to work tomorrow?"

They sit in Kurt's dressing room and Kurt is removing his make-up while Matt sits on the small sofa and looks hungrily at a box of chocolates.

"That's kind of a stupid question, sweetheart." He picks a chocolate from the box and pops it into his mouth. "We have one day every other week just for us." In the mirror Kurt sees Matt counting the chocolates and then deciding for another one. "The lead, that's you honey, has a day off tomorrow, so the cover, that's me, has to take over. That's why my day off is the day after tomorrow."

Kurt sighs. It's his first day off since he saw Blaine, or the Blaine look-alike they call Jake and he's a bit afraid of the things that could happen.

Someone knocks on the door and Kurt snaps out of his thoughts. "Come in!"

It's Leah who opens the door. Somehow she looks funny. She wears her everyday clothes – boyfriend-style jeans and a snug tanktop – but she still has her wig on with an elegant up-do and the full make up for performances.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Leah," Kurt answers while he tries almost desperately to get rid of that last bit of darned theater make-up. Matt just waves, because he just ate his – hopefully last – chocolate. It's not that he can't afford it, but Kurt would really like to have one or maybe two of the chocolates he got as a gift.

"We would like to go and party a bit tonight." She closes the door behind her and leans next to it against the wall. "Or rather … Some rich guy we seem to have impressed invited us to … uh … an after show party," she makes air-quotes, "in his mansion. West Hollywood. Beverly Hills. Or somewhere like that." She shrugs. "I didn't really pay attention. Anyways, he's sending a few stretch limos, so we really do show up." She looks expectantly at Matt first, then at Kurt.

Kurt throws away the last cotton pad and reaches for his moisturizer. "I don't know, Leah..." He unscrews the lid, takes a bit of the cream and starts applying it meticulously and evenly on his face.

"Oh, come on, Kurt. It's your day off tomorrow. It's my day off tomorrow and we both know that Matt doesn't need that much of sleep." She walks over to the mirror and puts her arms around Kurt from behind. "And, sweetheart, don't tell me that you don't need a bit of distraction as well," she whispers into Kurt's ear. "Even if Matt's a bit slow if it comes to things like that, I have noticed you're a bit absent during rehearsals."

Kurt sighs as he closes his eyes and carefully dabs it onto the skin.

"Okay, I'm coming. But if I don't like it, I'll call a cab." He opens his eyes and looks into Leah's brown ones in the mirror. "And you're paying."

She giggles and kisses him on the cheek. "Sure, babe." She walks back to the door and her hand rests on the door knob when she turns again. "We're meeting in twenty minutes at the backstage entrance. Pip, Martin and Aaron are coming, too." With that she leaves.

Matt stands up and walks over to Kurt's vanity. "That's going to be interesting." He grabs the hair gel, pops the lid open and squeezes a bit of the see-through, glibbery stuff on his hand. He rubs his hands together and runs them through his hair.

Kurt sighs again, this time silently. He had hoped to call Mercedes.

When Kurt gets out of one of the two limos he is somewhat flabbergasted. Behind the house you can see the Hollywood Hills. The house itself is set a good way back and surrounded by what is almost a park.

A young man's standing next to the gate and Kurt wonders if he is personnel or host.

"Welcome!" He hugs Aaron, who's the first one in the row, and pecks him on the cheek. "My dad told me so much about you. He's so fascinated by your performances!" Now it's Pip's turn, then Martin's. "Unfortunately I didn't get around to," a peck for Kurt on his left cheek, then on his right, "see one of your performances myself."

From close up Kurt still can't tell what he thinks of their host's son. He wears black Marc Jacobs loafer, a long, black linen trouser from Armani in charcoal and a polo shirt from Dolce and Gabbana in ice blue. On top of it he wears a thin, dark blue scarf that unsurprisingly fits his eye color, but Kurt's sure that it isn't a brand he knows, and he knows all brands. Junior has dark blue eyes and even skin, almost blinding white teeth – everyone seems to have those here in Los Angeles and in Southern California in general – and light brown hair which seem to stand in every direction. Kurt probably would take to him more if he didn't act so damn gay – there's no other word for it – and if he didn't smell like some overpowering eau de cologne.

All the way to the house, which is more of a mansion, really, he babbles on and Kurt tries to block it out. But it proves to be more difficult than he imagined, because junior constantly walks on his right side – Matt's on his left – and points to this piece of art in the park and that story of the building.

Once they walk around one of the corners of the house, Kurt actually catches his breath. The so called after show party is situated around a huge pool. A pool that's really more of a pool landscape. In each and every tree are small chains of lights and although there are not many other people, there are at least ten or fifteen people there. In front of one of the walls is a buffet that can compete with that in most four star hotels.

Junior, Kurt think he heard someone calling him Steven, stops the young woman who walks around between the guests with a tray and he gives everyone a glass of sparkling whine – probably champagne with this display of wealth.

"To a fantastic night!" junior is chiming and looks Kurt long and deep into the eyes as they raise their glasses.

Kurt looks at his watch. For the sixth time in the last three minutes as he notices. It' only a few minutes past midnight and he's bored to death. He ate at least half of the food that's offered and is now drinking his fourth glass of champagne. Steven, yes, junior's name is Steven, clings to him as if there's no tomorrow and Kurt's not really sure that he'll ever get rid of that eau de cologne in the next days.

"... and I LOVE Frank Gehry!" Steven bends Kurt's ears with talking about his studies. Architecture or something like that. Somehow he reminds him of Rachel, Kurt realizes when he looks at him again. With a few, small differences: Rachel's got more style when it comes to perfume, while Steven got more style when it comes to clothes. And he's definitely male.

Suddenly Kurt's cell phone vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out and sees that he just got a text: Kurt, got a new role! Playing Belle in BatB! Finally someone who's appreciating me! - R

He has to pull himself together to keep from bursting with laughter, because this is his chance. He pretends to write an answer and then looks at Steven who doesn't seem to have noticed that his dialog partner – more like monolog partner, Kurt thinks – was sidetracked.

"Did you know that Gehry even designed buildings in -"

"Uhm, Steve, unfortunately I have to go. A friend just texted me. Emergency and so on, you understand? I'm sorry, but maybe we'll meet again." He smiles at Steve and doesn't wait for his answer. He turns around and lets his gaze sweep over the crowd in search for Matt. He spots him, surprise, surprise, next to the buffet where he's busy talking to an elderly woman.

Kurt weaves his way through the small groups and stops right in front of his boyfriend. "I'm sorry for disturbing you." He smiles at the woman only to turn to his boyfriend. "Matt, i'm going home." He fakes a yawn. "It's been a long day and ..."

Matt first looks at the woman then at his boyfriend. "I'm sorry Kurt. Macy and I are talking about the future of the performing arts... Would you mind me coming home later?"

Kurt shakes his head. "Of course not." He smiles at his boyfriend again and stretches a bit to give him a kiss. "You got his key with you, or should I leave mine at the check-in desk?"

"I've got mine, but thanks." He grins at Kurt and kisses him again. "Have a save trip home, babe."

"And you have fun."

As he leaves he hears the woman saying to Matt: "That's your boyfriend? You really got a cute one."

A few blocks away he takes his cell phone out of his pocket and writes a text to congratulate Rachel. Then he goes online to look for the nearest taxi stand. The closest one is two blocks down the road. So it would be ridiculous to call a cab now.

It's just one block left when it starts to rain. Kurt breaks into a run, but he's sure that it's already too late. His cream colored Prada cloth pants are sure to have small mud stains on the hem.

When he reaches the taxi stand he's completely drenched. So his disappointment is really big when he neither sees a taxi nor a place he can find shelter from the rain. But he sees someone wearing red jeans and standing under a huge, bright yellow umbrella.

Kurt remembers what Mercedes said to him when he told her that they were in Los Angeles for two months: "Babe, you never know if the nice guy standing at that street corner in Los Angeles isn't a crazy gang member." And he's already soaking wet. So he stands beside Mr Umbrella – his butt is definitely male – and hopes that some time in the near future a cab turns up or that this fucking rain stops at last.

"Here you go!"

Suddenly it stops raining and the light of the street lamp seems more yellow than before, because it's filtered by the brightly yellow umbrella. He looks to his left. Mr Umbrella is standing really close to him and holds his umbrella over both of them.

"You're already wet enough. And it's big enough for the two of us." He smiles at Kurt and Kurt stops breathing for a moment. Standing next to him is Blaine. Or Jake. Or whatever. He looks like Blaine anyways and he still has that mesmerizing smile, that makes him forget how to breath and his eyes are still the same mix of hazelnut, honex and green and they still twinkle and -

"Th- thanks", Kurt stammers and suddenly he feels so damn stupid.

"Do I know you from somewhere," Blaine-Jake asks.

"M- maybe." He could hit himself that all of a sudden he's stumbling over his own words. He never does that, not him, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel! "You … play the piano at the Adagio, don't you?"

Blaine-Jake nods.

"My boyfriend and I have been there a few days ago and sat almost next to the small stage."

Blaine-Jake looks thoughtfully and runs his finger through his hair. Just as he used to, Kurt can't stop himself from thinking.

"Huh, yeah, possible I've seen you there. Although I usually don't pay any attention to the people sitting next to the stage." He knits his brows together. "You remind me of someone, but I can't remember..."

Kurt feels his heart skipping a beat.

"Anyways, I'm Jake." Blaine-Jake offers Kurt the hand that's not holding his umbrella.

"Kurt." Kurt smiles at him and takes the hand.

"As in Sound of Music?"

That makes Kurt laugh.

"Yeah, as in Sound of Music." He's grinning. "Not many people have that association."

"What can I say..." He runs his fingers through his curly hair again and messes them even more up. "I've been a music addict for forever. Or at least as long as I can remember."

Kurt just wants to ask what Blaine-Jake means, as a taxi pulls up in front of them.

The door opens and Blaine-Jake hands Kurt the umbrella. "Here, you can have it for now. I'm afraid it's going to take a few minutes at least until the next cab will arrive and it doesn't look like it's going to stop raining."

He's sprinting towards the open door of the cab.

"But ..." Kurt wants to ask him when they're going to see each other again. And when and where he can give him his umbrella back.

"You can come to my work. They know me at the Adagio." Blaine-Jake laughs and slams the door shut and the cab drives off.

Kurt looks after the lights until they vanish behind the next turn.