Chapter 2: The Invitation
Kurt felt like he had it all: a new British, chiseled, blonde- haired boyfriend named Adam. Also, Adam was the leader of a NYADA Glee Club that Kurt happily joined, even though Rachel had reservations about the club due to its apparent dubious reputation. Not to mention Kurt had finally been accepted into NYADA in the first place and landed his dream job working alongside, in his biased opinion, the best boss ever. Finally Kurt believed his life was taking the straight path.
But for other reasons, Kurt didn't feel any different than he did last year. The only main difference that Kurt could easily point out was the fact that he was no longer dating Blaine. "Blaine. Oh how I miss the way you used to make me feel like I could do anything, the way you made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, I miss the intimacy... C'mon Kurt Hummel. Stop talking about him like that because he hurt you. He CHEATED on you, something Adam would never do to you," Kurt thought to himself as he awoke abruptly at six on a bitterly cold January morning.
"Great. Just three weeks before Valentine's Day. The holiday where people spend all of their money on overly- priced gifts for people that they don't actually love." "Where the hell did all the negativity come from?"
Kurt decided to splash some cold water on his face to perk him up before he, being as fashionably late as he was to almost everything, began to get ready for school. In a span of a half hour or so, he managed to spike his hair to perfection, put on skin- tight black skinny jeans that hugged both his thighs and butt perfectly, and put on a decent blue, half- sleeved, button- up dress shirt with his classy black leather boots.
"Come on Kurt! We have to go! Perfection doesn't happen overnight you know!" Rachel practically screamed throughout the tiny apartment they shared.
"Hold on. I'm trying to make sure that I look okay."
Rachel obnoxiously rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom where Kurt was making sure he had just enough of his new blonde streaks showing. "Kurt you look fine, like usual. Adam will love you even if you went without showering, kept your hair flat, and wore baggy pants."
"Oh I'm not doing this for Adam. I just want to make sure I look alright. Besides, it wouldn't seem fair for you to have had gone through a complete makeover which, thank God for that, for me to start dressing like a bum," Kurt said with a devilish smile as Rachel playfully pretended to smack his shoulder.
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Later that afternoon, Kurt and Rachel returned to their apartment with freshly new mail handed to them by their elderly, but genuine, landlord. The first thing Kurt did once he took off his jacket, tossing it on his bed, was he turned up the heat in the apartment. It seemed like the apartment became at least twenty degrees warmer within ten minutes.
"Bills, bills, and guess what, more bills!" Kurt said before tossing the mail onto the table with a loud thud and dramatically falling back onto the couch.
Rachel walks in, now changed into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a white tank- top, and joins Kurt on the couch. Leaning over Rachel begins to dig through the pile of mail that Kurt tossed on the table in frustration to see if she had received anything. "Wait Kurt there's an invitation mixed in here. It's from Mr. Schuester."
"Ooh open it!" Kurt said like a five- year old child on Christmas morning, which caused Rachel to giggle before she opened it, nearly ripping the envelope in the process.
"Oh my goodness. Kurt, Mr. Schu and Ms. Pillsbury are finally getting married! And we're invited! And it says here on the invitation that they ask that we perform with the current New Directions members!" Rachel was practically in tears now.
Being as excited as he was, Kurt took out his phone and waited only about a second before he received an answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey Blaine! Did you get it?" Kurt asked, nearly bouncing.
"Get what?" Blaine was smiling and giggling to himself quietly.
"The invitation to Mr. Schuester's and Ms. Pillsbury's wedding?"
"Oh yeah I got that. All of us did and I guess we were asked to sing something."
"Any ideas yet?"
"No, not yet. We're sort of throwing ideas around for both that and Regionals, if we're even put back into the competition. Depends if the Warblers really did cheat at Sectionals, which is what Sam and I have been investigating."
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"What do you mean? I'm perfectly content Kurt."
"You just don't seem too enthusiastic. You're usually a tad more excited to talk to me."
"Oh sorry. I guess it's just stress and guilt I guess."
"Why do you feel guilty?"
"Because, you know. I screwed up everything between you and I and the truth is, I miss you a lot Kurt."
"You have no reason to feel guilty anymore. I've forgiven you, remember? It's just that I have to learn to trust you again because I can't fully trust you right now."
"I know. I'm hoping you and Adam are doing alright? All I want is for you to be happy. I still love and care about you, you know. You're my best friend."
Kurt began to tear up so he politely excused himself off of the couch that he and Rachel have been sitting on the entire time Kurt was on the phone, and steps outside alone on the small balcony. Immediately the brisk, windy air hits Kurt's face as he takes a napkin out of his front, left side pocket of his skinny jeans and wiped the tears that have been threatening to make their presence known. "I miss you too Blaine."
