Kurt walked into his apartment completely drenched from head to toe and utterly confused. Rachel was sitting on the couch in her pyjamas and a pile of blankets.

"Oh no.." he whispered under his breath.

"Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn, take me baby! Or leave me!"

The poor girl was curled up on herself with a mountain of used tissues covering the floor. With RENT on the t.v. so loud Kurt was surprised he hadn't heard it on the drive home, she was a hot mess. Well.. A mess at least. Hot didn't classify anything in the scene in front of him.

"What did he do now?" Kurt asked with a sigh. The pile of fabric, tears, and chocolates that used to be Rachel let out a mix of a sniffle and a hiccup that made Kurt wince at the impending explosion of emotions.

"Br-Brody's ex showed up at the party last night, y-you know the one you were too 'busy' to go to?" Rachel said. Kurt had to hold back a snicker at the fact that she honest to God sounded like a gremlin or a troll. Her throat was so clogged with junk food and tears that he almost wondered if some girl had stumbled into the wrong apartment.

"Okay, so his ex showed up, what's the big deal?" Kurt asked curiously, finding enough room on their leather couch to sit down and cross his legs.

Rachel's puffy eyes grew 4 times their normal size and she sputtered a bit. "What's the big deal? Kurt, h-his ex showed up!" she stated, falling into a fit of half hacking and half crying. Kurt just closed his eyes and shook his head in confusion, sighing a bit. "You know, I am really glad I'm gay. It's nice to know I don't have to deal with women. Well, no more than you and apparently Santana."

Rachel turned to look at the sopping wet man beside her and sniffled into a kleenex. "Santana?" she whispered, letting out a honk as she blew her nose.

Kurt grimaced and sighed as he nodded. "Yeah, she just.. called me. She said she wanted to make things right between us or something. I'm meeting her tommorow."

"Oh, and so she doesn't want to make things right with me? You should just not go, take a stand against jerks like her and Brody." Rachel grumbled with a little huff.

Kurt opened his mouth but closed it again when he decided it was probably not a good thing to tell her he would pick Santana over this whiny mess anyday. "No, I should probably go.. That way she'll know I have nothing against her and try talking to you next." he offered with a little smile. He stood up and pretended not to hear the little squelch his clothes made as he headed off to his room. "Who knows, maybe she's changed."

***

"No, Tana I am not wearing thong just in case!"

"Oh come on, you guys had sex like a dozen times already, right, why not add a little spice to it. We both know he's gonna jump your bones the minute he sees you, just look at yourself."

Blaine crossed his arms with a pout and glanced at the mirror in front of him. He had to admit, Santana's makeover looked amazing. Except she stole his gel. Ha, there was something to still be pissed about.

"I'd look better with gel." Blaine grumbled, walking back towards his bed and earning a loud groan from Santana. "Stop thinking about the stupid gel, alright? You look like a... very fuckable librarian." Santana stated, ruffling his curls over a few times and smiling contently. "If I had a penis, and I'd like to clearly state I don't, I'd think about it."

Blaine had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he ruffled his hair back the way he liked it. "Gee, thanks. Nice to know a lesbian would consider having sex with me if she were a gay man. Reassuring."

Santana's hand hit his head gently but she was too distracted to really put any spite into it with a book she's pulled off the book. "Wait, what is this?" she asked, holding up a blank book with a golden tree on the front. "Did you buy a diary?"

Blaine scoffed and snatched the empty book, putting it in it's empty spot of the shelf and adjusting all the books around it. "It's where I'm going to write my novel." he stated, looking at Santana proudly. "And until I come with an idea, that's where it's going to sit, got it?"

"Aye, aye, Cap'n Anderson." Santana said as she saluted. "So, will you go to Central Park tommorow, or will I drag you there?" she asked curiously, Blaine's hair with two long fingers.

"I'm going. And I'm gonna sweep him off his feet." Blaine stated.

Santana chuckled and hummed, kissing his forehead gently. "Good. Now, get changed into your comfy clothes, we're having a slumber party." she said, getting up and running to Blaine's closet to find something cozy to wear.

***
The walk from The Morgan's Family Diner to Central park was one Kurt took a lot of the time. Wherever it was even relatively nice out he would always walk along the sidewalk and down to the grass where he'd collapse and pretend he was somewhere else. In a place he'd dreamed of where everywhere was grassy and face and there was no cars or pollution or loud obnoxious bosses. Somewhere he could just relax and snuggle up on a big hammock with the man of his dreams. Sure, it made him look kinda shifty, but at least that kept people away.

As he made his way to his favourite spot in the park, the spot of grass that Santana knew he loved to sit in, he made sure to resist the urge to jump into the bright grass. He sat on a bench and pulled out his phone to make it look like he was busy.

"There he is, go!"

"No, are you crazy, I look so creepy right now!"

"Oh please, at least I got rid of the man child look!"

Kurt's head popped up and he looked around the bench a few times. He couldn't see anyone... No one that was 5, elderly, or a hobo asleep on the bench at least. He had the leering feeling he was being watched and he did not like it one bit. His head went back down to avoid drawing attention to himself and there was a quick rustle of rocks from where the grass and the path met. His arms tensed visibly and his hands gripped tightly onto the phone.

"Uh. Hi."

Kurt's head stayed down but he knew very well that there was someone right beside him. Someone talking to him. Someone that.. Wait, play that back.. Kur's thoughts zoomed back at a million miles per second and he heard it again in his head. "Uh. Hi.". His head was up in an instant and he could barely believe it eyes. "Wha-.. Blaine?"

Blaine stood there in the t-shirt and jeans Santana picked out for him and with those glasses and that hair he made a uniform clad Kurt feel underdressed. "Surprise.." he said softly, wondering what to do next. A breeze went by that made Blaine looked somehow even better and Kurt wondered if it was another one of his daydreams and James would snap him out of it any second then. But he didn't.. And he wasn't going to..

"How did you find me?" Kurt asked curiously, and it was obvious Blaine hadn't thought up an excuse. He was stuttering and looking over his shoulder for an answer and that's when Kurt saw none other than Santana Lopez standing behind a tree and giving a big thumbs up to the other man.

"Oh my god, that was you on the phone, wasn't it? You were the one yelling at Santana. God, how did I not notice that it was a man yelling?" Kurt said chuckling a bit and watching Blaine blush and nod in defeat. "Yeeeeah.. She kinda.. Well, she found me trying to look you up. By the way, your friend Rachel is an amazing singer."

Kurt chuckled lightly and a bit confused but nodded to Blaine. "Yeah.. And a whiny woman."

Blaine laughed along with him and carefully sat down on the bench with enough room between them that he figured it was friendly at best. "Oh? Tana said she was a diva, but I figured she was just exaggerating."

"Oh, no, diva is an understatement. I live with her, I deal with her, I try to ignore her. I mean her boyfriend and her went to this party and he just shows up wi-..."

Kurt's voice trailed off and the little smile on his lips started slipping away to a numb look of thought.

Blaine watched him worriedly and slipped a bit closer, reaching out to take his hand. "Kurt, are you alright?"

The second Kurt felt Blaine's hand touch his own, he jumped up and looked around quickly. "I'm sorry, I just..I.." He checked his watched and chuckled awkwardly. "Would you just look at the time. You know, sometimes the day goes by like that. Well, I better be going, bye!" Kurt let out in a rush, turning quickly and hurrying down along the path.

Blaine stood and watched Kurt walk away again, but this time he didn't stay quiet. "What? Where are you going? You just got here!" he called out after him. Kurt half looked over and just brought a finger to his ear. "Sorry, I can't hear you! I've got to go, I'll see you later!"

As soon as he came, he was gone, and Blaine was standing alone again just wishing Kurt would turn around and coming walking back towards him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Santana, but neither of them knew what to say. It took awhile for Santana to try and console her friend, and she was timid as she started. "He's always been different, I mean sometimes he's just be pissed at everything out of nowhere. I always maybe he had some sort of..." Her sentence ended shortly and she just gave up trying, because she knew he wasn't listening. "Come on, let's get you home.." she whispered as she rubbed his shoulders.

"I just want to be alone.." Blaine whispered as he looked down. "Thank you. For bringing me here. Just proves I need to learn how to move on." He turned and ducked back down the way he had come and Santana didn't try to stop him. She could hear when he spoke, he was trying so hard not to cry.