Chapter one.

Here he came, my best friend. Coming out of his room with a bush tail look. He had obviously just woken up. I tried to wipe away my tears as he came towards me, a yawn, and sat right beside me. He glanced over at me, and jerked his head back once he started to look away, "Rachel? What's wrong? You-you look like you've cried?" He sighed and took my hand, "Please don't tell me you watched the biography of Princess Di again?! You know how that makes us cry like little teen-aged girls over Justin Bieber!"
I looked at my hands in his, trying to hold back my tears again, but it didn't work! Darn that Kurt, why did he have to bring up Diana! Now I saw going to be crying all day! "Um, no. . . Brody. . . He wasn't meaning to, but we went to my room last night, and well, things got heated, and than- than. . ."
Kurt was staring intently at her, with a look of horror on his face, "Oh Lord, Rachel, please tell me he didn't. . ."
"No! No, that isn't who Brody is. . . I just realized I didn't want to do this with him. And so we paused and came out to cool off. Well, when he was in the bathroom, I heard his phone go off! I thought it was the director of ,My Fair lady, he auditioned for as Freddie. But it wasn't. . ." I closed my eyes tight. Than breathed heavily out again, and looked at Kurt, "Brody has cheated on me with another girl."
Kurt's mouth fell open, shocked. "Wait a minute? He cheated on you? How do you know?!"
I got off the high chair I was sitting on, and opened the fridge for my water and celery stick, taking a bite out of it, " I just did. I searched through the text he and the girl had sent back and forth to each other. Lets just say it makes it pretty clear by what they said to one another."
I shuddered, grabbing the peanut butter out of the shelf, and dipped my celery stick in it. I took a big bite, and moaned, sitting myself up on the counter and weeping silently as I ate!
Kurt was just staring over at me, and than sighed, and came over to me, rubbing my back with his hand, "Rach,if it makes you feel any better, I understand. And If I had any strength in my puny little, but still very nice slim, arms, I would beat the conniving cheating bastards ass." He said, in the only way Kurt Hummel could, " The little boy obviously doesn't know what he's missing!" Kurt smiled sympathetically, his hand comforting me by rubbing my back. "Thanks." I mutters with sniffles, "But I look like a mess. I'm not surprised he cheated. I'm defiantly not as pretty as the other girl."
"You are right about on thing." Kurt put on a smirked that would have offended some one that didn't know him, " You look like a mess! Have you been crying all night over that extremely rude ass? Your beautiful make up is totally ruined. *gasp* I hope you didn't use that one eye thingy!" We both knew even though Kurt was gay, that the only thing he ever wore close to make up was chap stick. And that was just so his lips didn't chap up scary like. Or at least that's what he told me. I nudged him,"Shut it, Kurt!", than laughed, "Yeah,it's a little sad, I know."
" A little?!" Kurt teased. Than he turned serious, "But Rachel you know you deserve so much more than a guy who sits on our chair, naked, while eating captain crunch, right?" He shook his head in frustration, "I still can't believe he had the nerve to sit ass naked in front of me!" He chuckled, " Funny how that word keeps slipping in there with him."
I gave Kurt a look, and wiped away a tear.
"What, can't get mad at me if some complete moron hurt my most amazing BFF ever. He's and idiot, who does not deserve to even sit in any chair next to you, . . . Or me for that matter, again!"
Him and I jump down from the counter, and I face him. . " Thank you Kurt! You are the best!" I say hugging him.
He hugs me back, "Yes, I know. Simply don't know what you'd do without me, do you? I'm fab!"
I pull back a little, tears stinging in my eyes, " You really are, Kurt Hummel! and I hope you know that also!" Kurt's eye brows went up and he smiled, "Same goes for you!"
I kiss his cheek, " T-thanks!"
Kurt moaned, " I thought you weren't going to cry anymore, drama queen!" But he smiled at the end of his sentence, and was about to kiss me on my cheek also. But I accidentally looked up, and we ended up kissing on. . . Gulp. . . our lips!
Kurt pulled back quickly. Eyes wide.
Mouth in a "Whhaatt?" shape. "Hey guys. What's for breakfast?" Santana asks, walking towards us. She paused, and smiled slyly, "So-o what's happened here?" She asked, tilting her head. Kurt gave her a stunned annoyed look, and I looked away from her eyes with a blush. Oh no, Santana, I almost forgot that she moved in a week ago! "Nothing happened. I'm going to grab some eggs." Kurt said casually, leaving me gaping after him as he headed out the door. How could he act so cool about this, I had accidentally just kissed my gay best friend. I seriously need to just let out through a song piece now. But of course the always lively, and sassy Santana Lopez was looking over at me, "Explanation, now!"
She said, walking swiftly over to me with big eyes. Oh no.
I'm seriously dead. Ah!

Kurt's P.O.V

Rachel Berry and I did not seriously just lock lips! No, not at all! Just some very twisted dream inside your head. I moaned, and leaned against the elevator wall. I backed up and stopped the elevator. Running my hand through my light hair, and my other hand over my heart, I sighed. Poor Rachel. Not only did she manage to break up with her boyfriend, she just kissed her gay best friend. " Which of course she enjoyed!"
I was not into Rachel that way. The kiss was barely a kiss! Practically a peck for Grand mothers from their Grand sons kind of kiss. But the feeling it gave me was a little different. My lips never tingled for over half the bus ride back and forth like it had with Blaine. Yes, Blaine was my first love, and we tried to make it work. Little did I realize that Blaine had started to fall in love with Sam. And Sam felt the same about Blaine. " Called it! I always knew Sam couldn't be fully straight, he obviously knew so much about hair dye!" I proclaimed to myself, walking out the bus doors. "No normal teenage boy knows the best color for their hair unless they have a confession or two of checking the boys butts out in the middle of the school halls! I felt a little sadness creep on me. I wonder how they are doing?
I only know one thing. At least they have not screwed up like I have! Kissing some who means so much to me as a best friend. And as someone my step brother was in love with still! Nothing could ever happen. I never wanted it to in the first place! Gosh, why did I have to bring up Princess Diana! We were both so emotional by than! It's good I didn't bring up Barbra! She would have cried a freaking Rachel Berry river!
I see the apartment, and sigh. Here goes nothing. . .
Than I see some heading my way out if the corner of my eye.
I feel anger boil my blood immediately. "What are you doing here? Don't you think you've stirred up enough trouble for the day? Or are you just here to apologize?!"
I ignored Brody's glare, " Get out of her life, she deserves better than a jack ass who she figured out was cheating on her through text." Than I started to walk away.
"Kurt, please, just tell Rachel I'm down here and want to talk to her."
I paused with attitude, than turned swiftly around to him, crossing my arms. " And why in the world would I let you anywhere near her?"
He laughs, "Aren't you so quick to come to defend Rachel!"
I felt my cheeks go warm, but I was a least good enough to cover my emotions. "Rachel's my best friend. I know when she needs protection from a tool like yourself, pardon my French." I seethed at him as I walked away. " Kurt please, you've got to understand it's not how it seems!"
I scoffed in annoyance, "Really, cause it didn't sound that way to me. It sounded like you basically threw away a great chance to be with the most talented, beautiful woman in this city, and choose a tramp over her!"
I would never tell Rachel she was the most talented woman in New York, because than she would obviously think she was better than me, which she was not. Obviously. " Look. That girl had been all over me a lot lately. Please hear me out! She's the one that's been texting me, I have not been texting her."
"Than why didn't you delete them once you got them?"
"Because she sends me at least ten a day when my phones shut off!" I pause, "And this is. . . Ten everyday, each day?"
"Yeah, man, don't you see, Rachel's just scared I'll cheat on her, so she used her imagination a little over opening one text!"
I sighed. It sounded a lot like Rachel. Maybe I should tell her about what he said. The only problem was, I didn't want to. I didn't like Brody already. He may be good-looking and have some smarts. But other than that he was just a more street savvy Finn Hudson. The only one who seemed blind to that was Rachel. And Finn, I guess. That Rachel Berry! Why does she have to be in my mind now?!
Because she's your best friend, and you love her as a best friend would.
"Why don't you just tell her?" I grumble, walking away from him. "Because she won't talk to me!" He yells. I turn again, " Fine, I'll tell her that it was a misunderstanding, now will you leave me alone, Casanova boy." I say rolling my eyes. **********
When I got back in, I see Rachel and Santana staring at me. Santana gets up, and walks away saying she's going to go find her. . . Something!
I huff, and look at her, "Rachel, Brody was down stairs just a couple of minutes ago. He told me to tell you that he didn't cheat, that you read it wrong, and that the scary stalker girl texts him every day ten flipping disturbing messages from the loon. Okay, got all that?"
I looked back at her after saying all that. She looks like she's thinking to herself. "Oh, m-maybe, but I'm pretty sure." "Rachel, if you think he cheated, than he probably did, especially if you saw it on his phone."
Rachel nodded, "True but you know my imagination!"
I nod, "But what if you did read it right, what if he did cheat and he's just using your imagination to over look the cheating he's done?"
She looks away from me, and for the first time I felt like grabbing her, telling her to forget about nude Casanova, and kiss her. This was freaking me out, "So just think about it." I say hastily heading to my room.
Rachel grabs my arm, "Kurt, I-I'm-"
"No, don't. Right now lets just not talk about it, it was a total mistake, I'm sorta gay remember?" He said quickly, crossing arms around me, and laughed nervously. "I'm mean why does it even matter, my grand mother has given me a better kiss than that. And believe me, I try to avoid them as much as I can!" I rushes, and shuts the door behind me, slamming my back side against it. I lift my hands to my eyes, and sigh. What in the world did I just do?!
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