A/N: I know! I know! I really should not be starting a new story when I'm working on the squeal to 'No Strings Attached.' but I could not get this idea out of my head. So, please just go along with it.

"It will be fun." Kurt pleaded for the hundredth time and Rachel rolled her eyes before throwing her hands in the air in defeat.

"Fine. Fine. I'll come but if it gets even slightly out of hand, I am leaving faster than you can say Barbra Streisand." Rachel warned, pointing her finger at her best friend.

"Yay." Kurt clapped his hands together before pulling her upright. "We have got to find you the perfect dress because there are going to be so many gorgeous boys at this party."

"You have a boyfriend." Rachel reminded him.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't appreciate some fine guys when they're right in front of me." He winked as Rachel laughed. "Now let's make you look amazing."

Rachel tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before taking a large swig out of her glass.

This party sucked. She hardly knew anyone and Kurt had ran off in a closest somewhere with Blaine doing things she did not want to think about.

She stood, before making her way to the door. No one was going to miss her.

She was so focused on getting to the door, she didn't realise there was somebody walking through it until she walked into their chest.

"I'm so-"She started but forgot what she was going to say when she glanced up to find amber eyes staring back down at her.

"Don't worry about it." The guy flashed a crooked smile and Rachel felt herself turn to mush. He towered over her, but in a good way, and had dark hair that seemed to stand up in every direction.

She knew him. He was Kurt's stepbrother, always off at college so she'd never actually met him in person.

She opened her mouth, hoping, willing for something to come out. Anything, but suddenly felt something wet and cold dripping down her back and let out a large gasp.

"Watch where you're going." Finn, if she remembered righty, shouted at the guy who had just slung his beer down Rachel.

"Are you okay?" He asked, brow furrowed in worry and she nodded quickly before he grabbed her arm and led her up the stairs.

"Uh…" he looked around the room, and then gestured to the bed, "Take a seat. I'll find something for you. My brother dresses like a girl. "

"Uh… okay, thanks," she muttered, taking a seat on the bed where she had been sitting just hours earlier.

"Here," he said, passing her a red jumper.

"You sure he won't mind?" Rachel checked, even though she was sure she knew Kurt better than the never home step-brother.

"Of course not," he scoffed, "He thinks it's a federal crime if you wear the same thing twice so he probably wouldn't notice that it was missing." He rolled his eyes and she chuckled, the alcohol making her feel light-headed and giggly.

Before Rachel knew what was happening, he was unbearably close, his face inches away. She stopped breathing and thinking and pressed my lips to his.

Everything after happened fast after that but Rachel was sure that she would always remember the way that their bodies seemed to just fit.

Although it was a drunken, spontaneous thing, it felt like the opposite. It felt like it was supposed to. It felt like love.

She awoke at six am, head throbbing and places aching that she never knew could. Glancing quickly around, she gasped when she found Finn passed out next to her.

With a jolt, she realised what she had done the night before and moaned as she climbed out of the bed.

She pulled on the now dry top and jeans before hesitating at Kurt's doorway. Then she went over to Finn's side and kissed him lightly.

"I'm sorry, but this is for the best." She whispered. If Finn woke up next to her, he'd think she was a slut. After all, he didn't even know her name and she had gone all the way with him.

She shut the bedroom door quietly behind her and ran down the stairs, her bare feet meeting the carpet with barely audible noises and heels swinging wildly in her hands. She headed straight for the front door, but somebody called her name quietly, "Rachel?"

She ignored it and wrenched the door open, but then his hand caught her wrist, "Rachel, where are you going?"

"Home," she mumbled, fighting the tears that were threatening to break through.

"You slept with my brother," Kurt said, a statement not a question.

"How did you know?" She demanded.

"Rachel, I do usually go to my room." Kurt rolled his eyes, "I think I'll be scarred for life after seeing you and my brother naked in my bed."

"Oh."

"Why are you leaving?"

"Kurt, I was drunk, he was drunk. It would be a mistake to stay. Besides, I'm moving to New York so I can't get involved."

"Since when?" He gasped quietly.

"Since… a while," She lied. Sure, the idea had been floating around her head since her cousin, Noah, called and invited her over to stay with him and his fiancée when they opened their restaurant and decided they needed some more staff. That was a while ago. Rachel had only officially decided about twenty minutes ago.

"Why?"

"I'm moving into an apartment opposite my cousin's. They opened their restaurant last month and need more staff, so they asked me to come work for them. The apartment's fairly cheap and is really nice, so I can get it."

"When are you going?" Kurt asked.

"Well… today," she said, "Hopefully."

"But… what about Finn? What about me?" Kurt said sadly.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It was only really official recently."

"And Finn?"

"I didn't know your brother until last night, when I slept with him before he even knew my name," She sighed, "So what about him?"

"Rachel, you can't just sleep with someone and then drop them, my brother's not that kind of guy." Kurt frowned.

"Watch me," She whispered, yanking the door open, "Oh, and don't tell him who I am."

"Why not?"

"Just… I don't want him to know."

"Rachel…" Kurt hesitated.

"What?"

"I just… don't understand. I thought you were my best friend?" He said it uncertainly and that alone broke Rachel's heart.

"I am," She nodded, "And you're mine. My only friend really. Just… don't tell him, please. He'll only get hurt." She sighed and then started down the path.

The last thing Rachel saw of Kurt before leaving for New York was that heartbroken expression as she ran down the road.

A/N; I know this is short and uneventful but we'll be getting to the good stuff soon. If you give this story a chance.

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