Sequel time...I hope you enjoy :]

The title comes from the song "Holding On" by Alex Day. Take a listen, i'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Holding On: Not a single day goes by when I don't wish for you

As the inconspicuous black cab sped through New York City's fashion, Kurt Hummel found himself anxious to get home. His companion was also anxious, but for an entirely different, and quite unsettling, reason.

Sitting next to him on the gray leather seat was Rodger Milner. At 33, Rodger was still relatively young, only a handful of years older than Kurt himself. For a newcomer in a big Broadway production, 33 practically seemed ancient. Kurt had taken it upon himself to get to know the newbie. It was the least he could do, since they were working together in the revival of Cabaret on Broadway.

The evening had started off relatively comfortable. They went to some small five star restaurant buried in the depths of Manhattan. Kurt and Rodger discussed their upbringing, college, Broadway life, etc. Kurt found his cast mate to be sweet, down-to-earth guy. At least, he did before the hints started dropping.

To be fair, they were subtle at first. Little comments about Kurt's excellent choice of restaurants, compliments on Kurt's angelic voice. Harmless. Then came the: 'Your hair smells divine!' Accompanied by an uncomfortable sniff. Or: 'Those jeans fit you really well, they just hug every curve."

Kurt felt relief when he saw his building was only one intersection away. All he had to do was stick to the plan-pay his share of the cab fare and split.

Well…as the saying goes "The best laid plans of Mice and Men…"

"Thank you for walking me to my door, Rodger. " Kurt bit his tongue to resist adding that it was completely unnecessary. They stood at the entrance to Kurt's building for another minute. "Well, I guess you better go catch the cab before it pulls off."

Rodger ran a hand through blonde hair and gave Kurt a devastating grin. "Kurt, babe-"

"Please don't call me that."

Seemingly unfazed, Rodger continued. "Kurt, you don't have to keep pretending. We both knew how this night was going to end." Rodger lightly placed at hand on Kurt's arm. Kurt promptly brushed him off.

"You mean with us alone in our own apartments?" Kurt deadpanned. "I don't know what sort of illusions you had about tonight, but there really wasn't any other way this would end. Hell, I didn't even know you were out."

"Really? But, Nick said you were all over me. He said you take all your new cast mates on 'special dinners'"

Nick Addams. The bane of Kurt's existence. Or, at least, his Broadway career. "Listen to me very carefully, Rodger. You're new to this whole Broadway thing. You don't know yet who you should avoid. There are people out there who can make or break your career." Kurt warned. "Nick Addams is an old queen with a dying career. The best thing you could do for yourself is stay away from him. Thankfully for you, I won't mention this little incidence to anyone. Now, goodnight."

New plan: collapse on lovely teal couch and forget the whole evening.

Kurt was experiencing the lowest success rate in his adult life. What was the point of making plans if they all failed?

Before his feet touched the hardwood floor, the horde descended. The horde being Kurt's two roommates. They also happened to be his coworkers and friends.

"How was your date?" Jessica asked, her long, candy apple red hair swinging behind her. He and Jess had met at the Wood Tobé-Coburn School, a fabulous college in NYC's fashion district. They had bonded over a love of Burberry and an unhealthy addiction to boots. When Kurt first opened his own trendy clothing store, KURTAIN, Jess had begun her lustrous career as his business partner.

Kurt brushed her off in favor of unbuckling his gray ankle boots. "It wasn't a date." He sighed.

"All right," Tracy, his other roommate, amended. "How was your non-date?"

By this point, Kurt's charcoal blazer lay discarded on the floor. His gray silk shirt came untucked as he unbuttoned his skinny jeans. "Awful. Just disgustingly awful."

"I thought you said Rodger was a nice guy. " Jess helped ease Kurt onto the couch.

"It doesn't matter if he's a nice guy or not." Kurt explained as he burrowed into a mountain of cashmere blankets and throw pillows. "This was never going to be anything more than a simple, friendly dinner."

Jess carded her fingers through his hair. "Is this because of Noah? And that trip to Vegas?"

"Which trip?" Tracy asked. "And who is Noah?"

"Be thankful you missed Kurt Hummel: The College Years. Four years of agony with Kurt pining over his high school sweetheart."

"I was not that bad." He complained. "And it was the first trip I took. The one for my brother's engagement party. The other trips were business."

"What happened on that first trip to Vegas?" Tracy asked.

"And please tell me we are not expanding KURTAIN just to be near Noah Puckerman." Jess added.

"Well…"

Next chapter will be a flashback and alot longer.