Kurt

I went to work with a smile on my face. Dave and I made up last night and I couldn't be happier. I walked into the office and set my things down at my desk. I went to the break room to get some coffee and I chatted with Rachel for a bit.

"Do you want to go to lunch with me today?" She asked. "I found this great new restaurant by the Benchwick Theatre that has the most amazing salads."

"Sounds great," Then I thought of Dave. I've already reached my spending limit for this week though. "But I can't afford it."

"Don't worry, I'll buy." She said.

"Oh, no, Rachel. I can't let you do that." I said.

"No, I want to take you." She replied. "So, is that a yes?"

I thought about it for a moment. What Dave doesn't know can't hurt him, right? "Ok, I'll go."

Rachel smiled. "I'll meet you downstairs at 12:15 then?"

I nodded. "Ok, but I'd better get back to work." I walked back to my desk and lunch came around before I knew it.

I met Rachel downstairs and we made our way to the restaurant. The hostess led us to our table and we sat down. I looked over the menu as Rachel and I talked.

"So," She started. "How's Dave?"

I nodded. "Good, I don't know. Not much to tell." I've learned to say that with a completely straight face. "How's your love life?" I asked.

"Non-existent. I guess I haven't found the right guy, yet." Right as she said that the waiter came over.

"Hi, my name's Blaine and I'll be your server today. Can I start you two off with a couple of drinks?"

"I'll have ice water, please." I said.

"Water," He repeated.

"I'll have the same," Rachel said.

"Two waters," He said to himself. "I'll be right back with those." He walked off and I saw Rachel smile into her menu and I smirked.

"You like him," I observed.

She blushed. "Kind of," She blushed even more. "Would it be totally weird if I asked him out?"

"No, you should go for it." I said.

I looked over the menu a little more and went with the Chicken Almond Salad with a Raspberry Vinaigrette. "What are you going to get, Rachel?"

"I'm thinking the Wedge Salad with Gorgonzola." She replied. "What are you thinking?"

"Chicken Almond Salad with a Raspberry Vinaigrette."

"Sounds delicious,"

Blaine came back with our waters. "Have we decided what we wanted or do we need a few more minutes?"

"I think we've decided," Rachel said, looking at me. I nodded in response. We both ordered and he went off. "The more I see him, the more I want to go for it,"

"Then do it!" I urged. Gosh, I haven't felt like this in what feels like years. The thrill of what could happen. Plus he was cute. I caught myself before my thoughts could go any further. What am I thinking? I'll never be good enough for him. I'm hardly good enough for Dave. I love Dave. I love him and no waiter will change that in ten minutes.

"Kurt," Rachel said. "Kurt,"

"What was that?" I asked. "Sorry, I got distracted."

"After our food comes, wait a couple seconds and go to the men's room. That's when I want to ask him out."

I just went with it. Rachel sounds like she has her heart set on this guy. When our food came Rachel told me to go to the men's room, so I did. I waited in there for a couple minutes and was about to leave when I saw Dave sitting in a nearby booth. I couldn't go back out there. He might see me.

I hid out and came up with a plan. I was just going to walk as quick as I could back to our table. He wasn't facing the restroom and I had a pretty good chance of getting out, unseen. I snuck past his table and made it back to my table just by sheer luck. Rachel was alone, thank god, and I assumed she had already asked him.

I sat down. "What did he say?" I asked.

"He's...uh," She started. "He's gay. Who knew?" She tried to laugh it off, but I knew that wasn't doing her any good.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I just want to hide under a rock and never see anyone ever again. That was so embarrassing."

I gave her a sympathetic look. "Hey," I said. "He's on your list of people you're never going to see again."

She shook her head, slightly. "I'm not that hungry anymore." I took a bite of my salad.

"That's ok, I know the feeling." I continued eating while she watched me. I attempted to make conversation with her a few times, but had no luck. I sighed and suddenly began to feel very uneasy. I took a bite of my salad, hoping to shake the feeling, but nothing happened.

"Kurt," I recognized the voice and lost my appetite. I forced myself to turn toward it. It was none other than Dave. I pretended to look surprised.

"Dave, what are you doing here?" I asked.

He smiled and I could tell he was trying to contain his anger. No one would be able to tell except me. "I could ask you the same question."

"Oh, you know, having lunch with Rachel." He smiled and nodded toward her.

"Nice to see you again," Rachel said.

"Likewise," He replied. He turned his attention back toward me. "So, I'll see you at home."

I smiled, to hide the fear. "Ok," He walked away and tears wet my eyes. Unfortunately for me, Rachel noticed.

"What's wrong?"

I put my hand on my stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Rachel had a look of concern on her face. "Here, why don't you drink some water?" I ignored her and walked as quick as I could to the bathroom and spent the rest of the afternoon dreading going home.