Hope you like this chapter! I don't own Glee!

Kurt's POV

"Rachel pick up pick up pick up!"

I was entering a small cafe and waiting in line when she finally answered.

"Kurt! I haven't talked to you in forever!"

I rolled my eyes, "Rachel, it's been a week, but I need to talk to you. It's an emergency."

"I'm all ears!"

"Long ass story short I'm in L.A. now and working as a personal stylist for the upcoming music star Blaine Anderson and we re-met twenty minutes ago."

"I...holy shit! What?"

I held the phone away from my ear to order my drink and walked away to stand in line. I looked around me while listening to Rachel.

"Oh my God! Are you getting back together? What did he say? What did you say? How did this happen? Is he still pissed at you? Are you goin-"

I didn't hear the rest of her million questions because my eyes locked on Blaine facing me sitting with a blonde haired man. I dropped my phone in shock and caused people to look over at me, including Blaine. He stared at me and looked mad so I quickly looked away to pick up my phone.

"Shit sorry Rachel! I dropped my phone!"

"You didn't answer any of my questions!"

I looked back over at Blaine who was watching me while talking to who I'm assuming was his boyfriend. I turned my back to him and watched the baristas make their drinks.

"Sorry, but Rachel you have to calm down! I'm still freaking out myself. Yes he is still pissed, no we aren't getting back together I don't even know why you would ask that, and he didn't really say much. We were alone together for, like, five minutes."

"Non-fat grande mocha for Kurt?"

I grabbed my drink whispering a thank you as I walked to a table near a window and as far away from Blaine as possible. I sat down and pulled out my laptop and sketch pad while clutching my phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Oh and by the way, he is seeing someone and I happened to walk into the same cafe as them to work on some things and Blaine keeps giving me dirty looks."

"This is fate. You two were meant to get back together and this is how! It is just the start of it!"

"Rachel, he hates my guts and I don't blame him. I made out with him at a wedding and then ran away and told him I was still seeing someone else. Also, did you not hear the part where I said he was seeing someone?"

A loud cry over the phone made me jump, "Mommy! Jackson hit me!"

"Do you need to go?"

"Yes sorry Kurt! But I promise to call you later so we can talk more about this! Love you!"

I smiled, "Love you too mommy Rachel!"

I put my phone down and checked my email before opening my sketch pad and started to draw. All of a sudden a lady with a stroller came passed me and hit my table making my coffee spill all over me and my work.

"I'm so sorry sir!"

That was all she said before she ran away. I looked down at my outfit which was completely ruined and then to my sketch pad which was getting worse as the coffee spread.

"Fuck! Can this day seriously get any worse?"

I was making a scene, but I didn't really care. I leaned over to the table next to me to grab a few napkins, but when I turned back to my table I knocked the laptop off the table and onto the floor cracking the screen. I let my head fall down onto the table and onto my now cold coffee hard making a loud thud and tried not to cry.

My phone rang and I answered without even looking at the screen.

"Hello, you've reached Kurt Hummel who is having one of the top five worst days of their life. If you have any good news, please feel free to share, otherwise I would advise you to hang up now."

"Kurt..."

I knew that voice and that tone. My head shot up so fast I almost got whiplash.

"Carole..."

"Honey, your father had another heart attack last night."

I stood up fast and spun in a circle trying to gather all my things with my free hand.

"Oh my God! Is he okay? Is he going to make it? I'm on my way! Shit! I just.. I need to..."

I started sobbing and now everyone in the place was looking at me. I mean, who wouldn't be? First I drop my phone, get coffee all over myself, drop my now broken laptop, and am now sobbing and starting to hyperventilate.

"Kurt please calm down. He is going to be just fine. No coma this time. He is just sleeping."

"I'm in L.A. now but I can be there as soon as I can get a flight."

"Kurt honey, there is no need to come here and you're father would be angry at you if you're working and putting your job on hold to come see him sit in a hospital bed."

"But Carole!"

"Please just calm down. For me? I promise you I will have him call you the second he wakes up and if anything else happens I will call you myself."

I stopped grabbing my things and stood for a moment thinking about what she had said, "Okay fine. But promise me you will have him call me the second he wakes up."

"I promise. Love you Kurt."

"Love you too Carole."

I pocketed my phone and just stood there sobbing not knowing what to do. I picked up my laptop and threw it back in the case along with my sketch pad and headed for the door until a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned to see Blaine actually looking concerned instead of angry.

"Is he okay?"

I sniffled and shook my head yes, "Uh... he had another heart attack last night."

There was a small pause until I looked up again ignoring his assumed boyfriend standing with us, "How did you know?"

"Everyone here heard your end of the conversation, and since I know what's happened before, I just assumed."

I finally looked over to the blonde-haired, blue eyed man with a beautiful face standing next to him. I held out my hand to greet him. I might as well if he is going to be hanging around.

"Um... I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Oh, I'm Les Houston."

"Nice to meet you. Sorry it had to be like this with me being... the way I am right now."

"Everyone has bad days, right?"

He was being extremely nice and was extremely good looking. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't.

I turned back to Blaine, "I have to go to the hotel now, but I will see you at the meeting tomorrow. I also need to go out and buy new supplies apparently."

I walked out the door and looked from the left to the right trying to decide which way to go. I knew New York like the back of my hand, but L.A. was confusing as hell.

"Where are you staying?"

I turned around to see those two again, "Oh um.. The Four Seasons hotel." I looked around me at the streets and cars, "I'm just trying to figure out how I got here."

Blaine laughed at me and looked over to Les who nodded his head, "Come one. We will give you a lift. A taxi might actually charge you extra if you get their seat all wet with coffee."

I shook my head, "No I can just take a cab. I don't want to impose."

"It's not imposing if I offered."

I sighed and looked at Blaine who had a small smile on his face and still made my heart flutter. This job is going to be a lot harder than I had expected.

"Lead the way."