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Also again thank you to wynniethepooh for beta-ing it for me!

So anyway, here is the next chapter, slightly longer than the last :)

Rachel sat at the breakfast bar in their kitchen, clutching her mug of coffee anxiously. She glanced at the clock on the wall and felt her heart rise in her throat. Kurt had left Connor's almost three hours ago, and it wasn't that far away: half an hour at the most. Where is he?

As she looked at her phone for the hundredth time that evening she heard the lock click and the door opening and closing. She looked up and waited for him to appear. With his feet falling heavily against the padded carpet, Kurt appeared at the end of the hallway. His eyes met hers and she felt her heart break for him.

He stood in the middle of the archway, dripping wet and shivering, His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were inflamed and tear stained.

"Oh Kurt!" Rachel said softly, standing up, rushing forwards and taking her best friend into her arms. He was much taller than her, but in this moment he looked like a five year old boy lost in the world, and he crumpled at her touch. "We need to get you out of these wet clothes and warmed up! How about a bath?" He half nodded once and she guided him towards the bathroom, carefully sitting him down on the toilet. She kissed the top of his head before turning around and running the water until it was warm, putting in the plug and letting the water start to fill the tub, adding some bath salts as she did.

She hurried into the kitchen and got the carton of milk from the fridge before grabbing the jar of honey from the cupboard.

Once back in the bath room she set them down on the side of the bath and turned to Kurt.

"You do need to take your clothes off sweetie. I know we're friends but you can do that bit yourself!" she said before pouring some of the milk into the running water. She held the jar of honey in the water for a few minutes to let it melt slightly before pouring some in as well, swirling the mixture around.

"Ok, so just get in, lie down and relax. Do not put your head under because the honey will sting like a bitch if you get it in your eyes! But it will relax and calm you down, okay? I'll be right outside if you need me." She turned the tap off and spun to face her friend. He nodded, not meeting her gaze. She sighed sadly and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, his head resting on her chest.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"I just- I can't believe it's over," he mumbled.

"I know, but maybe it isn't you know?"

"No it is, he... he met someone else." And his voice broke again, fresh tears falling down his face.

"Well then he's an idiot! Look, get in the bath, warm up because you're still shaking. The warm water will clear your head and the milk and honey will completely relax all the tension in your body. I still love you." She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, too." He mumbled.

"Who would have thought it huh? McKinley's two biggest diva's gone from being bitter enemies to best friends all in the space of a few years," she chuckled.

"Our voices did always compliment each others. I guess once we got over ourselves a bit we realised our personalities match too."

"If only you were straight." Kurt laughed in spite of himself.

"Oh Rach, we would never work...our diva minds compliment each other and unite us as friends, but anything more and we'd constantly be at each others throats, plus, your dress sense, though improving is too atrocious."

"Hey, I'll have you know I threw out all my animal sweaters when we moved to New York."

"Now I know that's a lie. You still have the horrendous orange one with the big blue cat on it!"

"Yes, well...it's warm," she deflected. "Anyway, get in your bath and I will make us hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows. Are you hungry?" Kurt's tummy rumbled.

"Yeah I guess I am..."

"Pizza?"

"Magic words," he said half smiling.

"Ok I'll go order it. Get your butt in that bath!" And she left.

Kurt sat on the toilet for a moment, gazing around the bathroom. How did this happen? He thought to himself. How did we get here? What am I supposed to do now that everything has been turned topsy turvy? He could hear her talking to the pizza house on the phone, being sickeningly sweet but demanding at the same time, and smiled.

Seriously, who would have thought, Rachel Berry - Queen Diva of William McKinley High School - being the one person Kurt had been able to count on most? Sure, Finn was his step-brother and they got on well enough, as well as two teenage boys who had nothing in common bar a love of music could.

And he still spoke to Mercedes a lot; she came to visit a few times. And every summer they had been at college all the New Directions met up and hung out like 'the good old days' but none of them really knew each other anymore.

He undressed and climbed into the bath closing his eyes and feeling the numbness leave him slightly.

Once upon a time, he and Mercedes had been inseparable. Constantly together, united through a joint love of fashion and gossip. But as close as they had been, it was nothing to the friendship he had with Rachel. He sometimes put it down to the fact that they had shared the harshness of living in New York City as students together, or else it was that; away from Lima and away from the politics of high school they realised that they actually weren't very different. That they both had the same dream had always been known, but it was the smaller things that you learnt about a person only through living with them that really bound them together.

They had formed a bond stronger than any Kurt had ever had with another living person – besides his father. When Kurt had met Connor it had been Rachel he had stayed up talking late into the night with. The night his Dad and Carol had announced that they were expecting a baby, it had been Rachel who had pulled him out of his comatose state of shock. They had sat up talking late into the night about anything and everything, sometimes crying, most of the time giggling.

When Finn had finally decided that he couldn't handle New York (he had followed Rachel after leaving high school but after a few months he had decided he couldn't do it and had ended things for good) Kurt had sat with her for days trying to help her decide what she wanted, if what she felt for Finn had actually been real or just 'puppy love' and if her relationship really meant more than her entire dream. She had tried it too, she had followed him back to Lima, only to find that her heart really did lie with her Broadway dream. Love would come or it wouldn't, but as long as she had a stage she would be fine. But Kurt had been the one waiting with open arms for her.

Connor had always laughed that maybe Kurt was straight and his friendship with Rachel was merely just the start of a loving relationship but the thought still made Kurt shudder. As much as he loved her, he just could not find girls attractive. The love he felt for her was that of a brother loving a sister.

Connor... thinking about him brought back the previous events of the evening like a bullet to the chest. How could he do that? Had he been cheating on Kurt? Or had he been holding out on the other person until he had ended things with him...? Kurt wasn't sure which one he would rather. Either way it sucked.

True they had been growing apart for a while; they hadn't had sex in months other than the odd quickie here and there. He just couldn't believe it was over, and he still had to finish off his clothing line. Sighing he held his breath and sunk down under the water, he stayed there for a few minutes before resurfacing and instantly regretting the move. Rachel had been right, honey in the eye hurt!

Half an hour later, Kurt emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of grey cotton pyjama trousers and a white t-shirt that Rachel had passed in.

She was sat on the sofa, reading through a script she was learning, a highlighter in hand. When she saw Kurt approaching she capped the pen and put both on the coffee table stretching out her legs in front of her, knowing full well what he wanted.

He sat down next to her and lay down resting his head in her lap.

"How you doing?"

"Mmm ok. I just can't believe it's over," he said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I know honey, but it is... I wish there was something else I could say, but there isn't. So we are just going to sit here like this for as long as you need." The doorbell rang. "Or at least until the pizza gets here." She said. Kurt chuckled, leaning up so she could move. He flopped down against the sofa and sighed.

"Here we are, one Veggie feast pizza with extra cheese. Scoot your feet up and let me sit down!" He did and she placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

"Wine?" he asked as she sat.

"God is this how it's going to be for the rest of our lives, me waiting on your hand and foot?" she said playfully springing up and grabbing the box of wine from the kitchen along with two glasses.

"Only tonight." Kurt threw his feet over her lap as she sat down. He grabbed the pizza box off the table and placed it on his lap between them.

"Film? I already plugged your hard drive into the DVD player."

"Bridget Jones' Diary! I love Colin Firth!" Kurt said taking a bite of his pizza. "And it's humbling and funny."

"Ok, Bridget Jones it is! Can we watch Funny Girl later?" she asked flicking the TV on and selecting the movie from the list on screen.

"If we must." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You love it. Now shh, it's starting!"

"Now you see, why can't that happen in real life?" Kurt mused two hours later as Mark Darcy was wrapping his coat around Bridget on the screen.

"Because then they'd have nothing to make into movies."

"You wanna watch Funny Girl?"

"Nah it's ok...we should really get to bed. It's dress rehearsal tomorrow and Morgan is going to be flipping out about something, seriously, I know I was bad in high school but she is just..."

"I know Rach. Go to sleep."

"Are you going to be ok? You can stay in with me if you like?"

"Nah I'm a big boy... I'll be ok. Just might take a while." She nodded and kissed him.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel!"

"Love you too." She got up off the sofa and walked softly into her room, closing the door behind her.

Sighing Kurt stood up and began cleaning up the pizza box and glasses. He placed the box of wine back in the pantry before padding softly to his own room. He collapsed on the bed and pulled the top sheet over himself, it was too hot for the full on duvet.

Feeling exhausted after the day's events he closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him.

Ok so hope you enjoyed it :)

Maybe more tomorrow, once I've had the edit back from wynnie it'll either be tomorrow or Tuesday :)