AN: Hi :) This is the edited version already with the side story as chapter one. What you read as chapters 1 and 2 in now combined in chapter 2. Done some additional editing so you can run through it... it didn't really change that much.
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine... If it was it would be called Kliss not Glee.
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Kurt Hummel was sitting in one of his favorite coffee places and enjoying his grande none fat mocca and a new issue of Vogue. It's been two and a half month since he moved to new York and he already had a well paid job, new friends and great carrier ahead of him. Flipping the pages of the magazine he couldn't help but think that this was the perfect beginning of a new life. Too bad Blaine couldn't be here with him.
"This model looks like him" he whispered to himself smiling and the dark haired young model in one of Dolce & Gabanas new jackets. He was at this photo shot.
He smiled to himself. He couldn't believe that only after two months of working for the magazine he was already on shots and dressing people up. It was a day just like this when he got the promotion. A few weeks ago.
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He was sitting in this exact place and drinking his customary mocca and reading Vouge when he got the call from work.
"Kurt Hummel speaking" he said looking at the next page of the fashion magazine
"Kurt get your ass here, Kirsten wants to talk to you" said quickly the person on the other side, who the boy recognized as Lucy, their boss' assistant. It must have been something important then.
"On my way" he answered and hung up.
He quickly gartered his things and ran out of the coffee place. One of the reasons he liked this one so much was that it was only ten minutes from the studio. He moved quickly through the throngs of people and in a flash he was in front of the Vouge main building.
He entered the hall and moved straight to the lifts. A girl, Angela, sitting at the reception called after him and stopped him in his tracks.
"Kurt, she wants you to go straight to her office" she said with an unreadable face. Was he in trouble or something? Already? He wasn't here for even a month!
"Okay, thanks." he answered trying to smile.
He moved to the lifts, entered one and pushed the 15th button. That was the floor where the director offices were. Thee ride on the lift has never been this slow. It felt like hours before the golden door opened and he stepped out onto the black carpet of the reception. Without looking at the receptionist he moved fast to the left and into the last office in the hall.
The door was open so he knocked on the door frame and entered the office. Kirsten was on the phone but she motioned for him to enter. She mouthed to him to close the door. He did just that and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Okay, finish up I'll be upstairs in a minute." she said and then she hung up. "Thank you for coming right away"
"No problem" said Kurt with a smile "You're the boss I merely follow orders. "
"You better now Kurt, because if you want to be successful in fashion you need to go with your gut and not your boss. And don't tell anyone I said that!" she laughed pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him
"Sure" he answered with a laugh but straightened himself after a moment "So.. what do you need me for?"
Kirsten looked at him with her green eyes and started studying him closely. Kurt sat patiently and waited for her to start explaining. He didn't have to wait long.
"I got a call from Barbara from NYADA, Miss Berrys teacher, the one that sent her here for the makeover" she started flipping her long blond hair t the back. "She is very happy with how the girl turned out and she'd like to send to more students here. A boy and a girl."
"Wow, that's great!" exclaimed Kurt with a smile.
"I don't think you understand Kurt" said Kirsten. "She wants YOU for the job"
The smile fell from his face. But wasn't that a one time thing with Rachel? He was only an assistant. Wait! Does this mean what he thinks? Without showing his excitement he sat straighter in his chair and looked straight and his boss.
"But... I'm just one of the assistants"
"That's why I'm moving you to the Makeover Squad" said Kirsten with a smile.
She waited for Kurts reaction, but there was none. The boy didn't move. He was looking at her... come to think of it, he looked a little distant. She frowned a little.
"Kurt, do you hear me?"
"What? YES! Oh my God!" he shouted suddenly coming back and he flushed deep red right after he did "Oh my... I'm sorry it's just... a shock that's all but I promise I'll do my best! You won't regret this!"
"I'm sure of it." she said.
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She didn't regret it. That's what he hoped for at least. He's been in the Makeover Squad for more than a month now and he fell into a routine. His workplace was bigger (as was his paycheck). He often sat at his desk and thought about all that has happened and how surreal it all was. He was lucky.
He looked at his watch. It was twenty past eleven and Rachel was officially late. The took out his mobile and started writing a message to her when she ran into the coffee place and came straight to their table. She plopped down on the chair on the other side of the table and smiled one of her Rachel Berry smiles. That's when Kurt knew he was in trouble.
"I have an audition today" she started with a smile and clapped her hands like a child that got their favorite candy.
"Good for you" he answered scrutinizing her outfit. She wore one of the black leggings and a blouse with black and white stripes. She also had the black beret they bought on sale in Zara. She looked great. "See you took my advise" he said indicating her clothes.
"Yeah, it's not like I had a choice" she said shaking her head but the smile was still on her face. "I'm not complaining, really... the clothes make me look fabulous. But back to the matter at hand! I have an audition! First one, Kurt and as my friend and soul mate I want you to come with me!"
She had a big smile on her face, and her eyes were dancing with excitement. He couldn't possibly say no, especially after she pulled the soulmate card.
"Sure thing, honey" he said smiling at her and taking her hand in his. "When and were"
"Meet me at eight pm at my place, okay? We'll go to the theater together. The audition starts at nine." she was jumping in her seat with excitement, and you could hear it in her voice. "Okay, I've got to go back for classes. See you later, right?"
"Sure" said Kurt standing up and hugging the girl.
A few seconds later he was alone and he decided, that he can actually have and early start on the second half of his work, so he left the coffee place and went to the office. He got into the building and was just getting onto a lift hen someone grabbed him by his elbow and dragged him back to the reception. He looked at the person dragging him and it turned out to be Kirsten, dressed in a beautiful black dress and a red jacket.
"Come on pretty boy, I need you at a shot, there are some problems." She said not even looking at him. She let go of him sure that he would follow her – which he did. "I've been waiting for one of you to come back from lunch break. Ethan was supposed to be here, but he vanished along with Vanessa some time ago and they're not picking their mobiles"
We left the building and got into the black BMW that was already waiting for us upfront. Kurt got into the car without asking anymore question. It was actually often for him to get swept away from the thing he was doing just to be pushed into a car and taken somewhere for a shot or an additional makeover or interview.
"So... were are we going?" he asked after a few minutes of silence. "And what's the problem?"
"We are not going anywhere" said Kirsten and he looked at her with a shocked expression. "You are going to the studio. I'm going to drop you of there and then I'm going to get something done."
Kurt looked at her closely. She was hiding something. He was torn. He wasn't so sure about this. He didn't know if he should ask her about this, but he felt that the thing she needed to do was pretty much with the problem at the studio where she was sending him. Was he supposed to be like... some meat you throw to take the dogs focus from you?
"Um... sorry if I'm overstepping some boundaries, but is the thing you need to get done connected with the problem at the studio? " he asked tentatively trying to hide his nervousness from his voice.
"Kurt this is not a thing we normally do. This is a favor for a good friend." said Kirsten taking of her D&G sunglasses and looking at him with a serious expression on her face. "My friend is a model. He has a slight problem and he can't get to the studio on time. He was supposed to be there half and hour ago. I need to go and get him straightened up and in the studio for the shot... but I need your help."
Kurt listened intently and nodded his head after every sentence.
"So what should I do when I get there... cause it seems they'll eat me alive"
Kirsten rolled her eyes at him.
"Kurt, fashion business isn't easy, I told you at the beginning that sometimes you'll have to do what ever it takes. Well... today you'll need to do whatever it takes to keep them all in the studio. Photographers are harder to placate than a shark on a diet. He will throw a tantrum, act all diva... you need to make then wait. Give me an hour. My friend needs this photo shot and I give you permission to do everything you need to save it, okay?"
The brown haired boy felt his eyes grow wide. That actually sounded dangerous and even potentially life threatening. How was he, a lowly stylist assistant, supposed to stop a whole studio from working for an hour so that some model would get there on time?
"Can you do it?" asked Kirsten. The internal fight must have showed on is face, because she looked concerned.
"Yes, I can do it" he said after a minute, forcing himself to calm down, but he was screaming for help on the inside.
"Good" answered the blond women with a big smile on her face. "Here's the studio. Don't stop at the reception. Go straight up, third floor. If anyone stops you, say you're from Vogue and that you want to see Jawier. You'll know it's him when you enter the place. He'll be the one who screams the loudest."
He opened the car door in a daze and went out schooling his expression into a cool mask. He didn't even finish closing the door and the car already drove off. Okay... this is the first time since he came to New York that he wanted to run. He wanted to sprint away and hide behind some dumpsters. This was more terrifying than anything he's done in his whole life – counting coming out. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down and entered the building.
Here goes nothing!
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He entered the building and moved to the lifts he saw on the left when he was stopped by a woman in her twenties, who sat at the reception next to the lifts.
"How may I help you?" she asked with a smile of her face, but you could see that it was forced. Kurt couldn't help but think that it must be really tiring to sit there all day and ask the same question on and on.
"I'm here to meet Jawier. I'm from Vogue." he said trying to pour all the confidence he had in himself into those two sentences.
"Up on the third floor. The door to the right." she said smiling apologetically as if knowing what he will meet there. He was really starting to feel scared.
When he left the lift on the third floor and moved to the door to the studio he heard shouting. Unmistakably a mans. Oh God he was going to be sick. He entered the studio and stopped in his track. In was an enormous room with high ceilings. The floors and walls were all white and the furniture was black. It was really elegant and modern, but even though he wanted to admire it a little more, his focus was pulled once again to the shouting man. And this time he could see him and he was moving in his direction like a lion approaching their pray. He straightened himself smiled tightly trying not to show how nervous he was.
"So! From Vogue huh?!" the man almost screamed in his face. Kurt couldn't help but scrutinize him quickly. He was in fir forties, black hair and some facial hair... as if he forgot to shave in the morning. His hair was in a mess looking like he's been pooling at it really hard. He was wearing black jeans and a white button-down shirt. "Can you tell me WHY isn't the model here?! I've been waiting for an hour! And who are you exactly, by the way!"
Kurt waited patently until the man stopped screaming and then he extended his hand to the photographer.
"My name is Kurt Hummel and I'm one of the stylist" he said smiling. His friendly behavior had the desired effect of the man. He stood for a moment looking at Kurt as in not knowing what to do, but after a moment he schooled himself and crossed his arms on his chest.
Kurt lower his hand not letting the smile fall from his face.
"The model has a problem with leaving his apartment, but rest assured, that someone is on their way to the flat to salvage the situation." he said with a bigger smile moving deeper into the studio, the photographer following him.
Only now did he notice, that the room was fool of other people. He could see the crew and and some models amongst them. Wait, so this wasn't and individual photo shot?
"So what am I supposed to do for the time being!" exclaimed the Jawier. "I leave for Milan in three hour. I don't have the time to wait for a spoiler model to show up."
"There are other models here ready for the shot." said Kurt nodding his head at the three models that sat on one of the sofas in the studio. "Can't you just do their shot while you wait for them to arrive?"
"I can't!" shouted the photographer dragging a hand through his hair. "The shot is about contrast. Females dresses in white and the male dresses in black and as you can see, the MALE ISN'T HERE!"
Kurt started thinking franticly. He didn't know what do you. Discretely he looked at the clock and noticed that it was still at least half an hour before Kirsten would be able to get here. He furrowed his brow. What ever it took. But what that what could be.
He looked closely at the models. All the girls where dresses in white jeans and one even had a white jacket jeans. They didn't have any shirt on and you could see their black bras. Too bad Kirsten didn't tell him what the shot was about. But if his conclusion were accurate it was about jeans.
"The shot is about jeans right?" he said and Jawier rolled his eyes at him. Kurt decided that it was a confirmations so he continued. "Well then, if you did the shots with the women, that maybe you could..."
He didn't have the chance to finish because his mobile started ringing. He shot Jawier and apologetic smile and answered the call – it was from Kirsten.
"Kurt answer everything with a yes or a no or something, okay?" she said without greeting.
"Okay" he said looking at the photographer who was getting even more impatient.
"Is it bad?"
"Yes"
"Can you stall him?"
"Not really"
"Okay... Kurt do you trust me?"
'Yes?" he answered but it sounded more like a question. He wasn't sure if he should be scared. A question like that meant nothing good.
"Okay... give the phone to Jawier and remember what you said... what ever it costs."
Kurt took a deep breath and extended the hand with the phone to the man standing in front of him.
"She wants to talk to you" it was the only explanation he offered.
The man took the phone and looking straight at Kurt started talking"
"Yes?"
There was a pregnant pause and Kurt could hear Kirsten walking but couldn't really make out the words. This situation left him really uneasy. He didn't like being left in the dark, especially when it was his ass that was on the line.
"Are you serious?" exclaimed the man his eyes growing wider for a moment. He looked at Kurt even more intently, and the boy felt like an animal closed in a cage. He wanted to run. He did not like where this was going.
"I guess I can make it work." he said with a sigh. "But you owe me big time, sunshine."
He hung up and gave the phone back to Kurt. He smirked a little and put his hand on his hips.
"So fresh meet." he said and this just made Kurt even more nervous. "The model can't get here and I have to do the shot because I'm being paid for it too. You know, your boss is a good friend of mine and she suggested a solution for all of our problems. Amber!"
A girl around Kurts age run up to them with a curious expression on her face. Actually all the people in the studio were getting really nervous about the whole situation but no one dared to ask any questions. Kurt could see the models getting restless.
"Get him ready for the shot, we're starting in twenty minutes"
"Sure thing boss" said the ginger haired girl and motioned for Kurt to follow her "This way please"
"What?!" asked Kurt taking a step back. He looked back and forth from the girl to Jawier. The man had a sly smile on his face. He looked very pleased with himself. "What are you..."
"Kirsten said that the model won't get here on time" explained the dark haired man. "And I need to do this photo shot or I won't get paid. And you, boy, are going to fill in for the model"
Kurt stood rooted to the floor. This wasn't happening.
"You've got to be kidding me"
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He couldn't believe this. This was not happening. It. Was. Not. Happening. He was standing in front of a bunch of people he saw for the first time in his life dressed in the tightest pair of pants he had on him including the single ladies unitard and the golden pants. But, don't mind the pants! Oh, it was worse. They dresses him in a white tank top. The only thing that stopped him from jumping out the window was the beautiful charcoal button-down that they made him put on top of the tank top. That beautiful thing turned out to be a Versace and it was the only thing keeping him hanging here.
They kept poking him, touching his hair, they gave him blond highlight! They. Dyed. His. Hair. HIS HAIR! This just won't do it. He'll kill Kirsten when he sees her.
They put him in front of the camera. Told him to move here. Stand like that. Put his hand here. Move his head a little to the left. And then the right.
The camera flashed and flashed but after a few minutes he felt calm. The lights stopped bothering him, even though at the beginning they made him go insane. And even Jawier instruction stopped being harsh. The people around stood and watched as he change his stance. Pose after pose. Kurt on the other hand didn't look at them. His eyes were looking but not really seeing. He focused on the fact that this would be a really great opportunity to gain some leverage at work. If this helped him to be successful he would embrace it. He never imagined he would get seen in the fashion industry WEARING the clothes. He hoped he would DESIGN then. But still, it wasn't every day you got to wear a Vesace dress shirt and KEEP it!
He is a performer after all! He can do this! This was nothing more than a performance... just without the singing. He was going to do this... and he would be fabulous in it.
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"Ok, that was the last one!" shouted Jawier and Kurt took a really deep breath. It felt like a lifetime. "You're good for a fresh meat" he said to Kurt when he came up to him. "I actually like you pretty boy.
"So will those satisfy your employer?" asked Kurt smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I think they will" said Jawier smiling too. "I'll give you some heads up when they decide which photos will go into the commercial."
Kurts eyes doubled their size with surprise.
"Wait... those will go public?!" he asked with a shaky voice.
"Of course... I wouldn't be so pissed off about being stood up if it was a private thing. Oh no baby boy, those are for the billboards." laughed the photographer and Kurt felt the air leave his lungs.
Oh my GaGa, was he serious?
"Wait you're trying to say that those photos can end on some billboards here in New York?" asked Kurt once more. He could not believe this. This was too much for him.
"Oh I know I should have mentioned it, but then you would get nervous... just like you are getting now" said Jawier putting his hand in his pockets. "Listen kiddo, you look great. You rocked it for a newbie. And I can assure you, that at least one of your photos will go through."
"What does that mean for me?" asked Kurt still not believing the situation.
"Oh you know what."
"How much?" asked Kurt looking at the photographer.
"Hmm... I'm not gonna pay you for doing the show cause your boss owed me a favor" the man explained pointing a finger at him. "But I'd imagine two or three hundred dollars for a photo if you decide to give up all rights and not to use them in any portfolio. And at least one of them will go through"
"Wow..." Kurt didn't know what else to say. He needed to absorb everything. This was insane. He couldn't believe this. Than he remembered something the man said. "Wait. Why would I need a portfolio?"
Jawier looked at him as if he fell from Mars. He shock his head with resignation.
"Listen kiddo, cause I'm only saying it once." he started and waited until Kurt confirmed he was listening. The boy only had the strength to nod his head. "You are hot. You would make a great model. In an experienced stylists hands you could pose as a pretty poster boy and a bad ass hot man. And the way to act on in front of a camera, it's brilliant. If I were I would go into modeling and not into design. You have potential to be great."
Kurt stood there with his mouth open. He didn't know what to say. This was insane! He must be dreaming. Him?! A model?! No way! The guys in Lima would die if they heard of this. And Blaine! His baby penguin as a got bad ass?! No way.
"Don't do this to him Jawier." he heard a voice from behind and turning around he saw Kirsten. She just entered the studio and was now coming their way. She had a really big smile on her face. The one she had when she accomplished something big. "All the sweet you're throwing at him will make him fat"
"Don't worry, he deserves a little bit of praise" said Jawier with a smile.
"Little? Coming from you that was more of a flood" said the blond "I heard he did good"
"He did great" said Jawier
"So... are we even?" asked Kirsten tilting her head to the side.
"Yes. I believe we are" said the photographer turning back to Kurt, who was standing still with a shocked expression. "Nice working with you, Kurt"
Kirsten took him by his arm, and steered him to the exit. After two minutes they were in the car and driving back to the company. Kurt sat there, looking straight ahead. This must be a dream. He shock his head to clear it a little but it just made him dizzy. Kirsten looked at him concerned.
"What is it?" she asked. You could sense from the tone of her voice that she actually knew what it is about, but it was as if she was giving Kurt the opportunity to let it all out. Better here in the seclusion of the car than in the office.
"It's just..." he started but he actually didn't know how to say it. "I'm a gay kid from a small town who wanted to get to New York just to be able to be themselves. I wanted to perform on Broadway and when I didn't get into NYADA I was devastated. I came here with no real purpose in life. And here, after only three months I not only work as a stylist assistant at Vogue, but I just had a photo shot and was told those photos will be on billboard all over New York."
"Your point?" asked Kirsten with a smile.
Kurt looked out the window at the car and people moving past them. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them but they were all still there. He really thought he would wake up in his bed in Lima. Or maybe he was dead and this was heaven? Too bad he didn't believe in heaven or god... no matter how much he lately called the old mans name.
"Things like that don't happen to people. And especially not to me." he concluded bitterly only now looking at his boss. She had a sympathetic smile on her face.
"Listen Kurt, you are exceptional. You need to embrace it. Be sure of your self and know your value." she said to him, putting a hand on his knee and squeezing it lightly. "Don't let anyone bring you down Kurt. You're gonna be big."
He felt his heart swell at her words. Sure, he knew that she had a personal interest in this.
"And you're not saying this just for the sake of the money you can earn on me?" he laughed a little.
"No" she said acting offended, but the smile on her face showed she was just jocking "But I wouldn't mind being your agent if you decided to go into modeling"
He smiled at her and then once again looked out the window. He still couldn't believe that something like this happened. But maybe, just maybe... finally he was getting lucky in life. Maybe everything was finally going into the right direction for him. A new one. He smiled even wider at that thought. New Directions... he couldn't wait to tell his friends about everything that happened. Just three more days and he would be home for Thanksgiving. He couldn't wait.
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When they at the office he was still a little shaken. When he entered his office room he was immediately attacked by a wave of red hair and the body attached to it fell into him with a force that made him stumble back.
"Omg! Omg! OMG! I heard!" screaming Vanessa letting go of him and jumping up and down in front of him like an overzealous puppy. "I can't believe we'll see our Kurtie-pie on billboards in a few weeks!"
"Calm down" he said going to his desk and sitting down with a sigh "I can't believe she tricked me into this"
"Oh you know how Kirsten can be" said Vanessa sitting at Marks desk that stood next to his. "She had her eyes on you since she saw you at that coffee place of yours"
"I know, but she could have at least warned me" he reasoned shaking his head. Why was it that everyone saw it as something normal? Is it normal in here to just get pushed in front of the camera like that? He thought it was hard to get into the business.
"Warned about what?" asked Ethan walking into the office along with Mark and Sheela.
"Kurt was a replacement model at a shot today!" shouted Vanessa jumping from the desk and going to her own, where she grabbed her phone and started dialing someone "We are SO celebrating this guys! At Kurts place!"
"What? Why?!" asked Kurt looking at her as if she was insane, but the girl was long lost calling people and talking about a party. Kurt didn't like it at all, but before he had a chance to say anything, Ethan perched himself on his desk.
"So... how did this happen?" he asked smiling at him.
Kurt couldn't help it but smile too. He rolled his eyes and started recount everything that happened since he left for lunch a few hour ago.
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Standing in the middle of his flat he decided that if he believed in God, right now he would ask him what kin of hideous sins did he commit to deserve this. It was the end of the world. There was rum spilled on his cream carpet and popcorn on his sofa... actually there was food and drinks everywhere. Vanessa was standing on one of the chair and singing Without You to the mic. He should have known karaoke was not really a good thing. Especially not when Mark brought an amount of alcohol that would make Puck hide.
And the alcohol was why he was standing in the middle of the room, with a shot glass of tequila in one hand and a lime in the other, while Ethan and Mark were chanting.
"Drink! Drink!"
He didn't hear the front door open and he didn't see someone enter the living room. He drank the shot, licked the salt from his wrist and sucked at the lime, while the two other guys cheered for him.
And in that moment everything stopped. Someone turned on the light in the room, and the music stopped. Everyone turned to the door and when Kurt saw who it was he felt his blood run cold. His eyes grew wide with panic. He looked at the clock. Half past nine. He turned to the person standing at the door.
Rachel Berry. Dressed in a beautiful red dress and a pair of black platform shoes. Her lips painted a dress matching red. He look beautiful if it wasn't for the black smears the mascara left on her face from what he imagined was crying. Oh Gaga this he mess up.
"Fuck" he said breathlessly, the shot glass slipping from his fingers and falling on the floor with a thud. The room was so silent you could hear it hit the floor.
"I see" she said with a tight voice, her hands balled into fists.
He took a step in her direction but in that moment she took a step back. He didn't know what to say. He screwed up. He screwed up really bad.
"I tried to call you" she said smiling a fake smile, tears gathering in her eyes. "more than ten times"
"Oh God... I..." he started one again but got interrupted once again with the girl shaking her head frantically.
"I went to the audition alone, but I was so scared something happened that I blew the song" she said a few of the tears spilling from her eyes and Kurt felt his own eyes start to water "But I didn't really care. I came straight here, thinking that maybe you're hurt... or something"
"You need to let me explain..." said Kurt quickly moving a few steps in her direction "something happened at work and this wasn't really..."
"And here you are!" she laughed stopping his words once more. "Obviously not hurt. Now excuse me, I have to go back to my dorm to gather the dignity I have left after yet another humiliation"
"Rachel please listen to me!" reasoned Kurt. "Just let's go for a walk and I'll explain everything, please..."
"I'll see you later... soulmate" she said and ran from the room.
He stood rooted to the floor. He heard the front door slam and he knew she was gone. The room was dead silent and the tension could be cut with a knife. And he just stood there, looking at the door. He should run after her.
"So... was that like your girlfriend or what?" asked a blond guy that came with Angela
"Out. Everyone out." he said bending and picking the shot glass from the floor. When he moved to take the other glasses from the coffee table he noticed no one was really moving, and everyone was looking at his strangely. "I SAID OUT!" he shouted throwing one of the glass shot at the wall.
That startled everyone and they quickly moved to gather their things and in no time they were walking out the door. Ethan looked at Vanessa ant the other guys from Makeover Squad.
"Go on without me" he said quietly and they nodded and walked out leaving him alone with Kurt.
Kurt tried not to think about it and instead started cleaning the flat. The black haired boy didn't say anything. Actually they didn't talk at all. For the next hour they cleaned the flat and after that Ethan went home and Kurt sat on the sofa with his mobile in his hands.
He read all the messages Rachel left and with each next he read he felt worse. He tried calling her but she wasn't answering. Maybe he should give her some time? He thought about calling Blaine but decided that it's not really a good idea. He needed to breath. So many things has happened. In less that seventy two hours he would be home in his boyfriends arms. He would tell him everything then. And until that time he would focus on his work, on packing and getting ready for the flight back to Ohio. And in five days he would see Rachel. He will explain everything before the Thanksgiving dinner they were having with all the Glee kids. It would give her time to cool of... cause she did kind of overreact. With a decision made he got up and went to get a shower. He needed some sleep.
