AN: Just a short drabble I wrote one evening.


The first thing she noticed in the room was the overturned picture frame. Rachel hated seeing that picture every time she walked in at night. She knew who was in it. And why he turned it over every time. Slipping off her sweater and heels, she climbed into bed with him. Kurt never bothered to ask... well, anything really. Rachel just turned off the real world and let Kurt's hands wander her body in the dark. She did the same to him, and it wasn't long till both their clothes were on the floor and the constant squeak of the headboard began.

They needed this. They needed each other. New York had been a bigger challenge than either of them had prepared for. The comfort, the longing looks between them. There was no denial.

They were both cheaters now.

The dreaded feeling in the pit of her stomach was back as they both came. She caressed Kurt's face as he panted heavily into her shoulder.

"Kurt, we need to stop this-"

But Kurt's mouth crashed into hers and she couldn't fight him. She didn't want to. They were both using each other. Did it mean something? Was it just shallow and petty? Or was it more?

She didn't want to think about it. Her nights were full of just him and there was nothing she wanted more.

Even if her dresser had the same overturned picture frame. It was easy to be in denial.