Hi there, so life's been busy, but I took an afternoon to write this. And I've written most of the other chapters, but I'm the kind of author who writes a bunch but likes to let them sink in so I'll wait awhile to post the other's okay? Thank you for all the reviews and alerts, honestly you guys are the best! :)


I'm fine, Kurt. Just a fight with Finn is all. Thanks for thinking about me.

Rachel sent him quickly to keep him from worrying.

She sighed heavily as she stared at the book he'd gave her many years ago. She swore she would never tell anyone even Finn and Kurt. She didn't know why she was thinking about him again.

"It was an accident," she told herself once more exactly as she done those years ago.

She closed the book and threw it on the ground of her apartment with all of her force.

"Please, Kurt, give me a chance to explain," Liam said as he pushed the random boy away from his body.

"Explain what, Liam?" Kurt wanted to sob, but he couldn't let him see what this boy had done to him. "You've cheated on me, I think it's self-explanatory."

"Kurt," Liam said, tears rimming to his eyes. He reached his arm out to comfort the shaking boy in front of him.

"NO!" Kurt smacked his hand away. "Don't TOUCH me!"

Liam moved closer. "Kurt, just let me talk, please." He was too calm, too easy-going. Kurt felt heart drop to the ground as the realization hit him.

"You don't even have feelings for me anymore, do you?"

Liam hesitated, raising his arm again. "Kurt, I-"

Kurt awoke, thrusting his head up into the darkness of his room. A dream about Liam? He hadn't thought about Liam in months. He'd been Kurt's first out-of-high-school love. He had actually believed he would marry him. It seems all so silly to Kurt now. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, thinking.

It was a busy New York day as always, but Kurt was cozy at a Starbucks a few blocks from his work. He had gotten there early to relax for a while since he'd hadn't had any time to be able to at home. He ordered a biscotti and tall mocha and watched the business of the New York Monday. On his way to the restroom, he collided with a young man who went by the name of Liam. Liam was charming and understanding and caring. He was everything Kurt wanted and needed. And he was gone.

He grabbed the bottle of water beside his bed on the small end table. He glanced at the picture frame sitting atop it. It was captioned Rachel & Kurt, BFF'S 4 LYF.

He chuckled faintly as he remembered Rachel's ghetto phase as she rapped every possible song you could rap, making him rap along. He fluffed his pillows slightly and sat up straight.

Creak.

What was that? He thought. Oh, shit. Not more robbers. He'd only had one encounter and it had ended with him having a bloody nose, a bruise on his right eye, and an empty fridge. He switched on his bed side lamp. Carefully getting out of bed without a sound, he grabbed a ball-point pen. Supposedly, these made for a good weapon of , Kurt Hummel was about to find out. He slowly turned the knob of his bedroom door and stepped onto the carpet.


Don't ya hate cliffhangers? :)