The next week was torture. Kurt received several text messages from Blaine within the hour after they broke up. They all said just about the same thing. Blaine wanted to explain himself and begged for Kurt to hear him out. Each message hurt Kurt even more. He ignored them, and the half a dozen phone calls.

To make sure he wouldn't run into Blaine, Kurt avoided the coffee shop in the union, and actually stayed away from the union all together. He went to the library between his classes. The hardest part was the next time they had class together. Kurt held his breath waiting for Blaine to walk through the door. He never showed up to class though.

Kurt. Please talk to me. -B

I don't love Sebastian. I love you. -B

Kurt? -B

"Kurt, aren't you going to respond to those?" Rachel asked looking up from her musical theatre history assignment. They both sat in a small study lounge in Brook Hall trying to get ahead in assignments. Professor's who gave homework over spring break were pure evil.

She watched Kurt's phone go off for the forth time. His eyes stayed on the notebook in front of him. "Kurt!"

He reached over and turned the phone off, smiling thinly up at Rachel. "Happy? Now you can study in peace."

"That's not what I was trying to hint at Kurt." Her pencil tapped gently on the paper. She heaved a sighed and pushed her homework down the table. Folding her hands she stared at Kurt judgingly.

"Could you not stare at me while I'm trying to do this? It's far less distracting to have your gaze not pierce through me, thank you very much." Kurt quipped.

"It's been almost a week and Blaine has been trying to talk to you-"

"I don't want to talk to him, I thought I made that quite clear." Kurt's voice lacked emotion. Rachel scowled at her friend taking a deep breath trying to keep herself calm.

"He told me it was a misunderstanding Kurt. You really need to hear him out." Rachel said softly.

Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes. "I don't want to hear him make excuses. I'm done." Kurt lifted his head to look at Rachel. "Can we drop it now, please?"

Rachel chewed her lower lip looking like she wanted to say more on the topic but was trying to be a good friend and decided to let the topic fall silent. "You know spring break starts tomorrow. You should still come with Finn and I to that cabin. It'll be fun and you'll be away from Lima and this place. It'll get your mind off things."

"My mind is off things." Kurt grumbled jotting down more notes.

Rachel scoffed snatching away the pencil from Kurt's hand. He protested and made a grab for it but she was very good at keep away, having played this game with Kurt and Finn many times in order to hold their attention. "Kurt, enough of this. You're angry and I understand that. You don't think I understand what, what you're going through right now? Or did you forget that my boyfriend junior year loved another girl and dumped me because he still had feelings for his old girlfriend. If anyone can sympathize with you right now Kurt it's me. And with that said, I think you need to deal with this."

Kurt folded his arms across his chest sticking his nose up in the air, placing that wall between him and Rachel. Successfully locking out all emotional connection. "I am dealing with this." He said in a low voice.

"No you're not Kurt. You're brooding and lashing out at people, namely me and I…I can't stand it anymore. You still love Blaine and I know he loves you. You're just too damn stubborn and proud to try and actually listen to the truth! " Rachel took a deep breath and set the pencil back in front of Kurt. "Stop shutting people out." Her voice was little softer this time. She collected her things and placed them into her book bag. "The offer still stands for spring break. We'd love to have you there Kurt."

He sat silently as Rachel left. Kurt had been tempted many times to reply to Blaine but it hurt less to be angry about it. To shut himself down and just not feel anything but anger. Kurt didn't want to admit the loss of Blaine or even admit that maybe he was wrong.

Kurt spent that night packing for the cabin. Maybe Rachel was right in one aspect, he needed to get away to a new lace and clear his head. He wasn't upset with Rachel for snapping at him earlier in Brook Hall. Kurt didn't ignore what she said either. Rachel on the other hand acted a little cold toward him, not as friendly but Kurt was sure he probably deserved it. He didn't receive another text message from Blaine that night or the following day.

The drive to the cabin on Lake Eerie was filled with Rachel belting out her favorite songs, every now and then a duet between her and Finn. Kurt sat in the back adding a few background vocals when he felt up to it, for the most part though he sat staring out the window or sleeping.

The trip was originally planned for him and Blaine and Kurt had specifically picked out the cabin for the two of them. Seeing it in person hurt just as much as Kurt thought it would. He sulked off to the second bedroom wasting no time in lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Rachel called from downstairs to check out the view, and the fireplace and every other tiny detail of the place. Finn noted that they could go fishing because the weather was actually spring like. Low sixties with sun. They had lucked out.

By the end of the first night, Kurt wished he hadn't decided to come along. He was a third wheel while Rachel and Finn cuddled by the bonfire outside, Kurt sat on his bed inside staring at his phone waiting for Blaine to contact him. He didn't and Kurt was too scared to try and say something first.

"Kurt!" Rachel rapped on his door with her knuckles. She let herself in not waiting for the invitation per usual. "Kurt, we're going down to the lake to do some canoeing. We wanted to know if you'd like to come?"

"Two people per boat that kind of leaves me alone Rach." Kurt said kicking his feet over the edge of the bed.

Rachel smiled at Kurt. It said that she had already thought of that. "The people in the cabin next to us have an odd number of people, they had a friend go home because of a family emergency. Isn't that great?"

"Yes. I get so much joy out of other people's misfortunes." Kurt replied dryly.

"I mean, they are down to three people and invited us to go with them. They could really use another person." Rachel had her hands clasped together. Begging.

Kurt sighed, giving in. "Fine. I wasn't exactly doing anything else."

"Look who I found!" Rachel said linking arms with Kurt as they went out to meet others twenty minutes later. Kurt glared over at her and tugged his arm away. Finn offered Kurt a smile and a small wave. There were three other people Kurt didn't recognize the ones from the cabin next to theirs. They all appeared to be their age if not a little older. A girl with auburn hair cropped short, a boy who stood about a foot taller than her probably 6'2" with dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and then another boy who was maybe a few inches shorter than Kurt, he wore glasses with blonde hair peaking out from under a knit cap.

"Kurt, this is Alyssa and Jeff and their friend Chandler." Rachel pointed to the boy with glasses last. He smiled at Kurt and waved eagerly. Kurt nodded and raised his hand to acknowledge them.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Alyssa said. "We should get going, the canoes are all set up. Jeff suggested we canoe down to the beach, it's not too far."

They went down to the boats and Kurt stared at his life jacket not exactly wanting to put it on. Chandler smirked and walked over, "Do you need help with that?"

Kurt blinked, "Oh, no I can handle it. I just-…I don't want it to wrinkle my shirt."

Chandler nodded, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. He reached out and pinched some of the fabric between his fingers. "Yes, that would wrinkle quite easily. What a nightmare that would be! I'm Chandler by the way. I know she introduced me but it's always better to hear someone say their own name."

"Really?' Kurt asked arching a brow. "I've never really heard that before but I guess it can't hurt. I'm Kurt."

Chandler smiled broadly at Kurt. "Nice to meet you. Here, I'll help with the jacket. I swear I'll make sure your shirt remains unharmed. Trust me, I've managed to wear one of these with a silk blend and not a single crease."

And without another word Chandler had taken the life jacket from Kurt and began to place it on over him. He reached around Kurt's waist to secure it without hesitation. Kurt did his best not to flush. He cleared his throat and moved to the canoe. He climbed inside.

"Hold on," Chandler instructed. "We have lift off." He started to push the canoe into the water. Rachel, Finn and the others were already a little ways a head of them. Chandler jumped into the canoe and together they used the oars and stirred their way toward their friends.

Kurt started to get tired after the first seven minutes. He wasn't about to sweat in this shirt. His pace slowed considerably.

"So, Kurt." Chandler wasn't doing the greatest either and together they both just stroked lazily in the water. "Tell me about yourself, I'm curious. You apparently have outstanding fashion sense, always a plus. What else is there to Kurt though?"

Kurt sighed and glanced back at Chandler over his shoulder. He shrugged. "Um, I love musical theatre and singing."

"Shut up!" Chandler laughed. "I love musical theatre! I go to NYU, singing is such a passion of mine."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Chandler's enthusiasm. "NYU? That's great. I'm stuck in Ohio, well I got another audition for NYADA."

Chandler stopped rowing. He pulled the oar out of the water and stared at the back of Kurt's head. Kurt could tell he was suddenly doing all the work. He turned to Chandler who was sitting with his jaw slightly open and a wide grin stretched on his hipster nerdy looking face.

"Another audition for NYADA, as in you had one before?"

"I got in before, but I turned them down to stay here." Kurt admitted.

Chandler let out something that was a mixture between a shriek and a scoff. "Why on Earth would you turn them down? You must be amazing if you were good enough to get into NYADA." The volume of his voice started to grow. Chandler squinted his eyes. "Sorry. I'm shouting aren't I? I tend to start shouting when I get excited." He laughed again. The laugh was contagious. Kurt just smiled and laughed along with him. Kurt shook his head.

"No. It's completely fine. But um, it was kind of personal what happened. Family problems." His smile started to wane.

Chandler took a deep breath and held up his hand. "Say no more! I won't pester you about it! But, you're trying again for next year?"

Kurt turned back and started to row again, slow and steady. His arms were starting to ache. "My audition is next week. I haven't even really begun preparing for it yet."

"Oh!" Chandler exclaimed. "You have to let me help you!"

In his excitement he started to rock the boat a little.

"Sure. I'd like that, thank you." Kurt replied in a rush hoping it would get the boy to stop moving.

"When get back we should discuss! I have so many ideas to throw at you. Of course if you don't have any, but I expect that you do." He said rapid fire.

"I had a few." Kurt said in a small voice.

"Wonderful!" Chandler took a moment to calm down. He spoke again without the bubbling excitement. "Did you want to turn this around and go back to the cabins?"

The rest of the week went by fast after they had made friends with the people next to them. Kurt spent more time than he thought with Chandler and actually enjoyed his company. The six of them had lunch at the beach even if it was still too chilly to go swimming. They had a fire each night with s'mores and ghost stories. A movie and game night inside when it rained on Wednesday. They all wound up doing karaoke on the final night before they were set to leave and after they went out to have their final campfire. It was a bit cooler out so they sat with blankets around them.

Chandler came over and tossed his queen sized blanket around Kurt's shoulders moving closer to him. Rachel and the others were lost in their own conversation on the other side of the flames.

"We have a fireplace inside our cabin, why are we out here again?" Kurt asked folding his arms across his chest.

"Because silly it's all part of the experience. Oh hey, I have another one for you." Chandler said with a sly smirk. "Were you Cleopatra in another life, cause you've got a great asp."

Kurt tried to hold it back but he burst out into a fit of giggles. Chandler had been feeding him cheesy yet cute pick up lines all week, and Kurt had been coming up with a few of his own.

"That was a cute." Kurt said finally catching his breath.

Chandler shrugged a little, "Cute line for a cute boy."

Kurt's cheeks heated up. He cleared his throat and watched the fire. After a few more minutes, the other four headed back inside their respected cabins. Kurt knew exactly what they would each be up to. He decided to stay outside to avoid it. Chandler did the same. They sat by the fire as it started to die out. Chandler moved closer to Kurt, keeping him warm.

Kurt was aware that Chandler was staring at him. He tilted his head to Chandler with a tiny smile. "What?"

Chandler's brows lifted and he shook his head. "Nothing. I was just thinking…it's going to be great to have you in New York next year. I'll know somebody worth knowing."

"Mhm." Kurt said his lips pulled tight.

"You're really great Kurt. I loved the chance to meet and hang out with you this week." Chandler turned and his eyes locked on Kurt's.

Slowly he began to lean into Kurt. Kurt swallowed and found himself leaning forward. He was hardly thinking, but as their lips came so close to touching Kurt stopped.

"I can't." he said softly sitting back a little. "I have a-"

Kurt broke off. He didn't have a boyfriend anymore and that sudden realization made Kurt want to cry. Chandler watched him innocently, the flames reflected in the lens of his glasses.

"A what?" Chandler prompted.

"Nothing." Kurt finally said. "I have nothing."

Chandler smiled and leaned forward again, his hand coming up and resting on the back of Kurt's head to keep him from going anywhere. His lips captured Kurt's, soft and not at all too forceful. Kurt's eyes stayed open. Everything about this felt horribly wrong. This wasn't whom Kurt should have been kissing. He abruptly ended the kiss and put at least a foot between him and Chandler.

"No." Kurt said sternly and with a frown. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Chandler was quiet and for once didn't have anything to say in response. He watched Kurt, clearly stung by his dismissal. "I'm sorry." Kurt muttered once again. He got up and left Chandler sitting by the fire. Kurt went back to the cabin shutting himself in his room his stomach in all kinds of knots. That kiss made him feel about a million times worse if that was possible. It wasn't because he felt something for Chandler in that kiss but because he wished it had been Blaine, and it wasn't.