His best friend Rachel was faring a little better than he was, and to be completely honest he was a little jealous. She was on Broadway straight out of school, cast in the first leading lady role for Wicked straight away, and every audition after that seemed to make her even more famous than the last.
He was happy for her, he always would be. He just hated that his life had taken a direction of a downward spiral, while hers went up, even though they had started off at the same school, had the same dreams, same career plans, and got each other through their hardest college years, she was still making something of herself, and while Kurt sometimes got an audition, he wasn't sought after like she was.
He had his original job at a restaurant on weekends, and it seemed to be the only one that he could keep. He had applied for acting gigs, had a ton of auditions under his belt, and his grades were all perfect, even his extra curricular grades were outstanding, but Kurt knew that the real reason for being snubbed for roles would always be his face and his voice.
Rachel kept telling him not to give up, keep pushing himself out there, but the more rejections he had, the less he wanted to keep pushing. He was close to giving up and finding another career path. He was still young, he could go back to college and do something different.
"Kurt! There you are, I've been trying to call you for 2 hours!" Rachel exclaimed tiredly as she opened the door and saw Kurt sitting at the kitchen table of the tiny apartment, focused on his laptop, "You wouldn't believe who I saw this morning!"
"Who?" Kurt said without looking up from his laptop, and Rachel huffed.
"What are you looking at? Other auditions?" She asked as she dropped her bag and coat on the couch and made her way over to him.
"No, about classes in NYU this fall."
"What? Why? Kurt you already went to college!"
"I know but Rachel, the only job I have from all those grades are part time at the restaurant," Kurt sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I just want to do something with my time, before I get too old to accomplish anything."
"Oh Kurt," She said a little sympathetically, resting her arms around his shoulders, and kissing the back of his head gently, "did you want to come out tonight? It's a very exclusive club...Damian said that only certain members with cards can get in."
"No I don't-"
"Please, it will take your mind off of things, just tonight I promise." Rachel pleaded in his ear and Kurt slumped his shoulders in defeat before closing his laptop and smiling at her.
"Ok...sounds like fun."
She squealed and hugged him before they both went to their rooms to get their clothes ready for going out.
Rachel had lots of friends from Broadway and theater backgrounds now, most of them rich as hell too, and had access to lots of exclusive and private clubs and bars. Especially her new love interest Damian.
Rachel almost always invited Kurt to go with them, but he often didn't have time to go, or didn't want to. He had no idea why he had accepted her offer this weekend, but he vowed to himself to loosen up and enjoy himself for once.
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The club was loud, and Kurt could barely hear Rachel screeching over the music to ask him what he wanted to drink, he leaned over and shouted it to her, and she walked off with a nod. Damian and all of their other theater friends, had all lined up at the bar, but Kurt refused to join the crowd, they weren't his friends.
He made himself busy by finding a table, taking a seat and watching the bodies moving to the beat on the dancefloor. His eyes skimmed the crowd dancing for a while, his head bopping along to the beat, until Rachel made her reappearance with his drink and her friends.
They all chatted and giggled between themselves, and Rachel sat on Kurt's side of the table.
"Hey, why don't you come and dance with me?" She asked loudly over the beat, and Kurt rolled his eyes to look at her.
"Don't you have a boyfriend for that?" He said as he eyed Damian across the way, who was laughing and chatting loudly to another girl Kurt never cared to know the name of.
"Oh he's talking theater right now," Rachel waved it off before tugging on Kurt's arm, "and I need to dance."
He rolled his eyes once more before letting Rachel tug him to his feet, and with a squeal of joy she dragged him into the sea of moving bodies.
He had never been that good a dancer, but he could move just like anyone else if he really tried. But with Rachel he just went along with her silly dances, because why not?
He could feel the beat against the air around them, and some part of him was having fun, but another part of him was starting to feel lonely in this crowd of people, especially when all of Rachel's friends joined them and started dancing a little too close for his comfort.
He coughed uncomfortably and made his excuses before heading back to their table, Rachel watching him with sad eyes before she was distracted by another one of her crowd of friends.
He slumped into his seat and sipped his drink while watching the dance floor again. He had never been one for parties and clubbing, why he agreed to come tonight he will never know. Maybe he should just leave.
He thought about it for a while, the strawberry daiquiri was nice, but he didn't feel like it would spark any excitement in him. He wasn't really one for drinking either. It usually got him in trouble.
He sighed as he stood, ready to head off. Bringing his phone out of his pocket to text Rachel that he was leaving, when suddenly it was knocked out of his hand as someone stumbled into him, and his phone went skittering across the wooden floor.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I just tripped over the...table." The guy apologized profusely until their eyes met and then went silent, and Kurt himself could feel his breath catch in his throat.
The man was heart-stoppingly, wondrously, impeccably, gorgeous.