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-Huff

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Breakfast was especially awkward what with Rachel's boyfriend wearing next to nothing while eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

"So," I mumbled, trying my best not to stare at Brody's chest for too long and instead diverting my gaze to Rachel who was eating a slice of toast with some of that fake butter spread all over it. "Let's talk birthdays."

"Kurt," She replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You've still got a whole week to prepare."

"I know... It's just I want it to be special," I said absently, stirring my cereal around in the bowl slowly.

"It'll be special Kurt. I'm spending it with the two most important men in my life. Of course it will be." She smiled and took my hand across the table, I hate to admit it but it made my lip quiver slightly and gave me butterflies.

"You're absolutely right," said Brody, breaking the silence and causing Rachel to withdraw her more than welcome hand. "Even if we just stayed in and watched chick flicks all evening it'll be special."

"We'd be watching various musicals if we were to do that."

"Kurt will make it special, I'll make sure of that." And there the devil was herself, complete in a red woolen jumper and if I looked closely enough I could probably see little horns poking out of her head. Santana sat down next to me and pulled my bowl of cereal over towards her, taking a large mouthful of Lucky Charms.

"Of course you will..." Suddenly my thumbs were extremely interesting. Notice the way my nail curves -

"I actually have a request concerning my birthday."

"And that is...?"

"I want it to be in New York," Rachel said, looking from Santana to me to Brody.

"Well, we do live here Rachel."

"I think this would be a brilliant opportunity for us all to celebrate my first birthday in New York. I don't want to go back to Ohio for the day, of course I'll be going back there afterward to see my Dads but aside from that -"

"Don't worry," I said in between mouthfuls of my Lucky Charms that I was now apparently sharing with Santana. "I've got it all figured out."

"Speaking of which, Porcelain and I need to go rehearse!" And suddenly I was being dragged towards the door and away from my breakfast.

"For what?"

"A project for that Glee club at NYADA. Kurt needs some help. Isn't that right, Kurt?" All eyes were on me. Sadly I made the worse of the two possible decisions.

"It's called Adam's Apples, and yes. It's a duet and I really need to practice it."

"You could of asked me, Kurt," Rachel muttered, I noticed how her eyes flickered down avoiding my gaze. She was obviously hurt and it killed me despite the fact there wasn't anything I was really working on for the club.

"Sorry – I just thought you were busy. I want it perfect for when we go back. I didn't want to deter you from getting excited about your birthday." I forced a smile as if this were the genuine reason I hadn't asked her to assist me.

"Come along Lady Hummel. Your carriage awaits." And with that I was shoved out of the door of my own apartment and forced to walk down the hall and stand in the elevator while Santana forced a conversation out of me.

"I've got it all figured out. You'll do it on her birthday."

"Do what?"

"Your declaration of undying love."

"You've got to be kidding me." I groaned.

"I was also thinking of a song. A love song to be exact. Like a serenade."

"You're killing me here, Santana. No – Hold that. Brody will be killing me. Literally." The thought of Brody finding out about this scared the hell out of me, although he was welcome to know before Rachel.

"Oh yeah, the American Psycho. Don't worry about him, I've got him taken care of."

"Organizing murders now, Santana? I knew you would begin one day but I never thought so soon."

"Let's just say I've done some digging and Brody isn't exactly who he says he is."

"Continue."

"It's best you're none the wiser, Porcelain. Don't worry, Auntie Snixx has this one." The elevator dinged at G, ground floor and the doors opened. We walked out of the apartment block and into the wintery weather. It was freezing outside, as I exhaled I could even see my breath in front of my eyes.

"Those boots seriously don't go with her coat. Perhaps if the jacket were a slightly darker shade of lavender it wouldn't look so misshapen but -"

"You're rambling about fashion again."

"Oh." I shook my head, looking away from the woman with no fashion sense whatsoever and instead to where Santana was directing me.

We stepped into a diner and the warm air slammed into my face like a steel door, the heater was obviously on full blast trying to conceal the fact that it was actually winter outside. After we'd sat down in a booth and both ordered two coffees the real discussion began.

"So you're really in love with her, Porcelain?" She asked in all seriousness as if last night hadn't been enough.

I wiped my hand across the condensation building up on the window and stared through the small hole out onto the street. People hustled and bustled up and down the street, no doubt shopping for Christmas.

"I'm completely and irretrievably in love with her," I said, paying particular close attention to a woman crossing the road with at least four bags in each hand each reading a different brand name. "She... She mean's everything to me. I don't know when it happened. Maybe you were right and it started when we sung together on that stage." I returned my attention to Santana who looked thoroughly enthralled at how Rachel had managed to make her best gay fall for her. "But I don't know, I was more confused about it then. All I know is that when I re-auditioned for that role as Tony in West Side Story it hurt more that Rachel thought the idea of kissing me was comical than it did Coach Beist, Miss Pilsbury and Artie thinking that I wasn't manly enough."

"You knew in Senior year, didn't you?" She asked quietly so that I had to strain to hear her. "You knew you loved her."

"Yeah," I muttered in the same quiet tone. "Yeah I did."

"You should tell her that. Maybe it'll sort this whole mess out between you two."

"There is no mess, Santana. There would only be a problem if I came out and said it. It's just a phase, it'll pass." I shrugged, accepting the warm mug of coffee off of the young waitress.

I stared into my coffee glumly, watching the milk swirl around in it until it disappeared into the drink.

"Why don't you want to tell her?"

"It would ruin our friendship," I replied, taking a sip of my steaming hot coffee. "This coffee has nothing on a mocha from the Lima Bean you know," I added.

"Or the more likely outcome is that you'll have your very first girlfriend," She countered, annoyance finally settling on her Latina features.

"Let's agree to disagree."

"So, have you heard from Blaine recently?"

"Have you heard from Brittany?" I snapped, returning my attention to the sidewalk and the various characters walking it. I suppose it was tactless and mean really, perhaps I shouldn't of replied.

"You didn't answer the question." She sounded slightly hurt although that was hard to hear beneath the many layers of vexation and anger in her voice.

"No," I said firmly, turning my head and finding her dark eyes watching me intently. "Is my love life the only subject at hand here?"

"Stop making it so interesting if you don't want me to pay attention to it."

"So what's this about a serenade?" I asked wearily.

"I was thinking Drive By by Train."

"That is the most utterly ridiculous idea I've ever heard." I shook my head, gulping down a rather large mouthful of coffee that burned my throat as it made it's way through my body. "That song doesn't even relate -"

"Porcelain." Once again Santana held up her hand to silence me, she must be a witch of some kind as I felt compelled to oblige. "I think you're not clear with the order of command here. I make the final decisions. You get no say in this."

Great. I had one week to prepare a song that would just be embarrassing to sing to Rachel and while I'm at it I'll probably end up turning into Santana's personal slave.

This is going to be a great week. Just brilliant.