Prologue August 20, 2012

The brunette laid her head on her friends lap; her small body was lying at the length of the couch. She let out a long sigh as the boy combed his friends fingers through her and looked around the disheveled room. Boxes were stacked against the walls and the furniture was left in odd places, even the couch they were sitting on was placed dead center in the room. The walls were a freshly painted beige chosen by Kurt himself, who basically designed the whole apartment for the two of them.

"Rachel," He said in a soft whisper, knowing the girl probably had her eyes closed and a frown would be plastered on her usually bright face. "I know it's been a hard week for you…" he paused, and tried to think of what to say, the words turned over in his head as he decided. "But I think you'll understand when I say that this room and all the other rooms in this apartment are a complete wreck. We really need to start unpacking." He chose simple words, words that wouldn't hurt or remind her of the past, not that anything about this apartment really could.

The girl on his lap, rolled over so that she was now on her back and able to see his boyish face. "This is going to take us weeks." She pouted, trying to make light of the situation. "We could just sit her for a few more minutes."

He wasn't going to fall for that face, no way, no how. "Ah but it won't." he raised a finger and continued, "While you were on the phone and the movers were bringing in the furniture, I made sure everything was organized. Every single box is basically in its proper room. All we have left to do, is set out the items." He gave his signature smirk, looking down at Rachel.

"Kurt, you are a genius." She said sitting up. "I knew I made a good choice when I chose you as my roommate." She grabbed his face, and kissed him with laugher.

He made a face, of disgust and then chuckled, "Really? I thought you only chose me because no one else wanted to room with you." The brunette rolled her eyes, not wanting to think back on the last couple of months. "Or was it because I'm the only one who actually came to New York with you?" He laughed freely now at his friend's slight anger, getting up he walked over to the nearest boxes. "Come on let's get started."

She frowned crookedly from her place on the couch. "I actually forgot, up until right now, but I still have a couple boxes in the car." She smiled, walking up behind him and tapping his shoulder. "You should totally get them form me."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sauntered off to his room. "You're on your own." He called back over his shoulder. His room was full of boxes that were stacked along the perimeter of the room, there weren't many, just enough to carry his belongings. He lifted a box at the top and placed it on his unmade bed. The box held pictures and other belongings that would later und up on his bureau or nightstand. When he walked back over to the boxes, stacked against the wall, he noticed a peculiar one revealed by the one he had just removed. The box was not marked 'Kurt' but marked 'Q' he thought it was a little peculiar, but then remembered exactly why he had the box. He was sure that this was the box that held everything Quinn, for a matter of fact, it probably held everything that Quinn and Rachel had shared.

The only reason that he was the one with the box and not Rachel was because she had threatened to burn it. Call her crazy, but he guessed it was for a pretty good reason. Instead, Kurt told her that he would dispose of the box on his own time, clearly lying to her. It was all for her own good though, he thought that one day, probably years later, she would want to see this box and everything that it held. Just maybe that day would be the day that the two of them would finally get together again.

He was awoken from his memories when he heard the soft footsteps that belonged to Rachel, right outside his opened door. Kurt practically flew into his closet with the box and shoved it way in the back where his clothes would soon cover it. "Crap."

"Kurt? Are you okay in there?" She walked into the room slowly, taking a look around the room as if he could be hiding anywhere.

"Uh yupp, I just stubbed my toe." He called from the closet, before exiting and closing the door behing himself.

"What were you doing in there?" She asked taking a step towards the door.

"Nothing." He shrugged off the question, he wasn't bad at lying, he just hated doing it to Rachel. He wanted to be honest with her because she deserved someone like that right now; it was something she hadn't gotten from someone in a while.

"Sure. You don't have to tell me know. You know I'll just find out later." She winked before turning to the door. "Oh, would it be okay if I could just do my room and then take a nap afterwards. I'm really tired." She didn't turn around, and left Kurt to look at the back of her head. He could already tell by the sound of her voice that she wasn't smiling, but probably showing a face that was about to cry. He wanted to tell her no, to tell her that she wasn't allowed to sleep, but he couldn't do that to her. She'd been sleeping so much recently and they told her and Kurt that she shouldn't be sleeping so much, or she'd have to go back. Rachel was now his responsibility; she was like a child now, having to be watched over all the time. He hated the idea of this, but he loved her, they were best friends.

"Sure you can sleep after you finish." He frowned as she walked out of the room without saying anything, because she knew she was doing wrong by not listening The thing was she didn't care, or she just didn't realize she was doing it any more.