The sun had barely risen, he still had a chance of drifting off, but Kurt gave up on sleep anyway. There was no way that he was going to be able to relax when the man who broke his heart lay inches away from him, snoring contentedly. He didn't even really know why he let him into the apartment in the first place. He could have just left him in the park. After all, if he has the spare money to just book a flight to New York at a moments notice, than he could book himself a room somewhere for one night at least. It just seemed too cruel at the time to leave him alone in a city he'd never really been to before.

Kurt sat up, and flung his legs of the bed with a huff. Too cruel indeed. Too cruel to leave the man who couldn't keep his dick in his pants for another two weeks until they were together again. The thought was enough to make his stomach churn. He took a look over at Blaine. He really was quite handsome, but he hadn't matured the same way as Kurt himself had. He hadn't developed any more muscle, or even grown much since the day they met. Just a few weeks ago, Kurt would have thought that it was better that way. That it meant that he had retained that sweet, boyish charm that was so attractive in the first place. However, all he saw now was a spoilt little boy, who had crushed their future for one carnal night. He just couldn't stay in the same room as him.

He threw on some clothes, grabbed his coat, and left in one swift movement. It was cold out. Well, it would be considering that the sun had barely risen, but the chill in the air helped to settle his stomach, so he pulled his coat a little tighter, and took off down the New York streets.

He spent only an hour or so walking before he realised that he didn't have a clue where he was, or how to get back. 'New York is HUGE!' He would think to himself 'I'll have plenty of time to explore.'. Well he really regretted that now. He'd been so busy lately with work that he just hadn't had an opportunity to walk around and explore. Hell, he hadn't even had enough time to return the calls from either Blaine or his Dad recently with all of the extra work that Isabelle had been piling on top of him. He'd thought that they would understand that, but evidently not.

He looked up from his grumblings to find himself stood outside a very dainty looking french style cafe. It was exactly the kind of place that he wished would have been available in Ohio. A nice quiet place to work, or read, or just relax outside the house that wouldn't attract any of the local neanderthals. It's why he had loved the Lima Bean so much. It wasn't perfect, but it was the closest that he was going to be able to get.

Realising that he had been stood outside the little venue just staring, he decided to go in. At least he could ask for directions, and maybe stop for a nice drink. As he opened the door, a little bell rang, and he could hear shuffling in the little room behind the serving counter. They clearly hadn't been open long because all of the tables just looked a little too neat and tidy.

"Salut! Please take a seat, I'll be right out." came a surprisingly gruff male voice from the back room.

Kurt picked out a small two person table near the window, and made himself comfortable, deciding that he may have to bring Rachel here. She'd probably love a little place like this. There was a little menu that he busied himself with, deciding between drinks and whether they were vegan friendly for Rachel, when he was jarred back to his senses.

"Kurt! Is that really you, or is New York really the breeding ground for porcelain Lady Faces?" Good natured as the tone was, it was still a huge shock to turn round to see David Karofsky in all black stood behind the till.

"David? I didn't know you were in New York now." Kurt stated, still a little bewildered simply by the setting of the meeting.

"Yeah. After all of the trouble with my last school, and the 'incident' I didn't really want to stick around Ohio. My cousin runs this shop, so she offered me a job here. I intended to tell you, but you never did keep in contact." Dave sounded almost disappointed by the last statement, and it hurt Kurt to see it. He had sworn to keep in contact, to help him through getting back to school and getting past the bullies, but with Blaine glaring at him every time he got a text, he just couldn't be confident that anything said would remain confidential.

"I'm sorry David, I did mean to stay in contact, it's just that year was very stressful, with graduation, and auditions, I didn't really get a chance to talk to anyone." He wished it was simply an excuse, but even as he said it, he knew it had been true. He had even drifted away from Mercedes in the end, and she had always been his closest friend. The only friend he really managed to make time for was Rachel, and that was mostly through the preparations for NYADA.

"Don't worry about it, I never really expected you to stick to it. After all, I'm sure you have your own problems, and I wouldn't have wasted time on me if I was in your shoes." Dave said with a chuckle. Clearly no real damage had been done by Kurt losing touch, and Dave seemed to be quite happy, so he allowed himself to smile a little. "Speaking of problems Kurt, you look really rough..."

Kurt was gobsmacked! Had this ex-neanderthal really just insulted his appearance?

"I don't mean it as an insult, but even I know those clothes don't match, and it doesn't even look like you've brushed your hair or anything. You never left a classroom without checking your hair in the display boards when we were in school, so I figured something must have happened." Dave looked at Kurt with worry in his eyes.

For once, Kurt really didn't know what to say. He hadn't thought at all about how he would look when he grabbed his clothes. He looked down to see himself in a pair of sweats and a light blue dress shirt with only his thin woolen jacket over the top, and instantly felt his face flush. He lifted a hand to his head, and felt his hair sticking up in all directions.

"Ah, well, I guess you could say I had a bit of a rough night." Kurt joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere, and draw humor to how mangled he looked. He laughed and tried to flatten down his hair, but even he could tell that the laugh was hollow. The look in Dave's eyes only confirmed it.

"Well, I'm not going to make you talk to me, god knows we're not close enough for me to really offer any real advice even if I did know what was going on. By the looks of it though, you need to talk to someone, how about that black girl, or Bland, maybe even that Berry girl. She was nice. I'm sure one of those would be able to help." Dave smiled to himself, happy with his advice.

Kurt stood up and dusted off his sweats, trying to hold back the tears, knowing that only one of those people would even listen to him, and she was probably crying her eyes out over her own messy love life.

"Yeah, I'll talk to Rachel or someone about it. Thanks David." Kurt made his way to the door, just wanting to leave at this point. Tiredness was suddenly catching up with him, and all he wanted to do was get a bath, scrub away his misery, and sleep for the next several years or so.

"Wait!" Dave jumped and grabbed Kurt's wrist "At least let me give you my number. Maybe we can give staying in contact another go." Dave let go of Kurt's wrist with a giggle. "Sorry, I don't really know many people here, so it would be nice to have someone to talk to."

Kurt let himself smile a little, and handed over his phone.

"Go ahead, you put in yours, and I'll text mine through."

Dave quickly fiddled in his pockets for his phone, and sorted the numbers for them, and handed Kurts back to him. Kurt quickly stashed it away in his pocket, and turned for the door again.

"Hey!" Dave called, just before Kurt got through the door. "Don't forget me this time, or I'll start calling you at three in the morning for payback." Both boys chuckled before kurt turned to finally leave.

"I won't forget." He called over his shoulder, before heading down the street in the direction he came, and hoping he would find his way home eventually.