A/N- I do NOT own Glee or any of the characters in it. This is my first story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Kurt rolls out of bed and fumbles for the light switch. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at the clock. 4:30. Of course I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. It's been 3 years since the "friendship" died out, and Kurt still couldn't move on. Not the way he wanted to anyway.

Kurt dragged his feet to the bathroom in his dingy apartment. Maybe a shower would be enough for him to be able to keep his eyes open for work in a few hours. Kurt avoided looking in the mirror and turned the water on. He stepped in the shower and sighed as the warm water ran down his body. He needed to clear his mind, and in doing so, he started to drift into sleep. Wake up, Hummel, he heard from somewhere inside his head. With another big sigh, Kurt turned the water to cold for just a second before getting out and getting ready for his day.

Turning on the coffee pot, Kurt lazily went to his room to get dressed. When he returned to the kitchen, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the tiny, wooden table. He dazed out the glass door that lead to the balcony, letting his mind wander. So much to do today, Kurt thought. With only about, he checked his watch, not paying much attention, 4 hours of sleep within the past 3 days. God, this is going to be a long day. I just wanna be able to sleep… He closed his eyes for what he thought would just be a few seconds.

His phone rang in his pocket, and Kurt jumped, almost spilling his untouched coffee all over his white shirt. Irritated, he looked at the text message. WHERE R U? It was from his coworker. He looked at the clock and realized that he was almost an hour late for work. Oh shit! He replied. I'm on my way. Kurt grabbed his keys and wallet, and rushed out of his almost-too-small apartment.

"It's a good thing were friends, Kurt!" The voice was coming from the far end of the café. Kurt looked up to see a young, dark-haired woman no older than 26. "I clocked you in about an hour and a half ago, so you better get your ass back here and help me." The woman had a serious look on her face for a moment before walking in front of the counter and hugging Kurt with a huge grin.

"Thanks, Jess." Kurt pulled back and forced a smile to the pretty, young girl.

Jess kissed his cheek, turned around, and nearly skipped behind the counter. She looked up at Kurt for a long while, watching him take his coat off and replace it with an apron before saying anything about his appearance. "You okay, Kurt? You don't look so hot today."

"What? Oh." It was then that he realized he probably looked like a zombie because of the lack of sleep. "Yeah, I just haven't been sleeping too well lately."

"Was it him again?" Jess asked, concern filling her eyes and worry in her expression. Kurt nodded, not meeting her gaze, and she knew that he didn't really want to talk about it. She was the only person that Kurt told about him to. Not even his best friend in high school was informed about that time in his past.

Kurt picked up a towel and started to wipe off the already-cleaned counters. Suddenly his phone rang. "I'm sorry, Jess. I have to take this." Jess nodded, and with a smile, replied, "Oh, no, Kurt. You can't do that. We're far too busy."

Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the deserted coffee shop and smirked before walking to the "employees only" section of the little store.

Just as Kurt walked away, the door opened. A young man walked into the café rubbing his hand together to keep warm from the chilly December air. Jess smiled and greeted the handsome man, taking his order. "Here's your mocha," Jess said flirtatiously, handing the man his coffee.

"Sorry about that, Jess." Kurt said, looking up. Jess smiled at Kurt as if to tell him "Oh my God, Kurt. He's gorgeous!" His eyes flashed to man, who currently had his back to Kurt. When he sat down at one of the little tables the café had to offer out of the freezing winter wind, he ran a hand through his dark, curly hair without looking up from his cup. Something about this movement, and those curls, made Kurt feel weak-kneed. The man took a drink of the hot liquid, set the cup down, and finally met Kurt's eyes. Kurt gasped, and a wide smile spread across the man's face, making Kurt feel even weaker.

The man got up from the table and walked closer to where Kurt was, still smiling. "Hi, Kurt. Long time, no see."

A/N- SHOULD I CONTINUE WRITING? Please R&R! (: