Thank you so much for the feedback! I'm glad you guys like Kurt and Rachel's friendship! I love them together and think there should definitely be more Kurchel moments in Season 3!

Any way, here it is! The big meeting :)

I'm really quite proud of this chapter and would once again like to thank wynniethepooh beta-ing for me!

Hope you enjoy!

Two hours later Kurt and Rachel entered into their Student Union for the last time, Finn hot on their heels. Rachel reached behind and grabbed his hand and Kurt led them through the crowd towards the bar.

"Kurt, my dear, what can I get you?" a tall, tanned blonde beauty said to him, his brown eyes twinkling.

"Three Jaeger Bombs please, Charlie, put them on my tab!" he called over the insistent thrumming of dance music. Charlie was back seconds later with three glasses, a can of red bull and three shots full of dark brown liquid. He made fancy work of pouring the can of red bull high in the air over the three glasses letting the golden coloured liquid semi fill them in equal measures. He then crushed the can with his hand and winked at Kurt before dropping the shots into the glasses without letting them spill.

"On the house," he winked and Kurt fluttered his eye lashes.

"You're an angel!" Kurt flattered him. He knew it was wrong. Charlie had liked him for years and Kurt always did his best to discourage any advances. He had, of course, up until three weeks ago had a boyfriend. But he was single, lonely and the diva in him revelled at the attention he got from the older man.

"Stop it Kurt!" Rachel said behind him. He spun around with drinks in hand and glared down at her.

"I'm not doing anything."

"Sleeping with Charlie will not solve anything!" Kurt huffed. "You know I'm right K... it would mean more to him than you and would lead him on, ending only in a messy situation and causing him heart ache." She took the drink from him.

"She's right du-Kurt." Kurt glared at his brother.

"I know she's right. Doesn't stop me from having fun though," Kurt said folding his arms, his drink held deftly in his right hand. "Anyway, we're here to celebrate finally finishing our education so get these down you necks and lets go have a good time!" They clinked the plastic glasses together and downed the shot.

"Urgh that's disgusting man!" Finn said retching slightly.

"Umm, hey Kurt," a voice from behind them said. The familiarity of the sound hit him like a gunshot and he spun round coming face to face with...

"Connor..." Kurt took him in; he looked good, better than good. He looked amazing. His hair was spiked up in a pixyish way and he seemed to have forgotten the use of a razor: an even line of golden stubble lined his chin. His piercing blue eyes were locked onto Kurt's and he felt himself stumble backwards. As he fell a soft steady hand pressed into the small of his back and snaked around his waist.

"How are you? You look good."

"What are you doing here, Connor?"

"Well, it is graduation... and this band tonight is supposed to be pretty dope so we thought we'd check it out."

"We?"

"Jack and I." It was at this moment that Kurt caught site of the man who stood next to his ex. He was good looking to say the least, slightly taller than Kurt, but not by much. He had longer dark blonde hair which was straightened and swept to the side covering one of his eyes slightly.

"Hey I'm Jack!" he said boldly, stepping forwards and flicking his head to the side in an attempt to see past the fringe. How pathetic, Kurt thought.

"Kurt!" he said, his voice dark. Rachel's grip tightened around him.

"So you got your fashion show finished then? Did you hear from Macy's?" Connor asked both questions amicably.

"Umm, yeah I did," Kurt said looking past him instead of at him. "And no, but I got offered a job at Runway."

"Wow that's awesome Kurt!"

"Yeah uh – how's things with you?"

"We both got accepted into the intern program at Chicago Royal General, we move up there next week."

"You both- You're moving together... you've only been together three weeks." There was an awkward pause and Connor glanced at Jack before looking at Kurt with a mixture of regret, guilt and pity.

"Oh no, silly Kurt..." Kurt muttered. "You haven't just been together three weeks have you? How long has it been? How long were you cheating on me? I can see why you never tried to see me... or touch me, or ignite any kind of sexual activity. You were getting it elsewhere from your bit on the side!" Kurt spat out the last four words, his most impressive bitch glare to date plastered on his face, though on the inside his already broken heart was shattering even more.

"Kurt I-?" Connor said, making to step forward.

"No! Don't you dare touch me! Don't look at me! Don't speak to me, ever again! I hate you!" he choked, his resolved finally starting to give. With a shrug he wriggled out of Rachel's grip, despite her attempts to hold him still, and stormed from the bar.

After walking around aimlessly for a couple of hours, tears plastering his face, Kurt found himself propped up on his elbows at a bar, staring down into his empty Martini glass.

"Same again?" The bartender asked removing the glass from between Kurt's elbows.

Glancing up he replied, "Umm yeah. Please." The bartender nodded and walked away to make the drink as Kurt resumed his previous position.

A loud buzzing sound shocked him out of his daze and he glanced down at his iPhone vibrating next to him, Rachel's smiling face flashing on the screen. He sighed and ignored it, knowing it would tick over to voicemail eventually.

She would be worried about him, of course she would. He had stormed out of the graduation party half inebriated and pissed off. Stupid Connor, stupid Jack, stupid Kurt!

Kurt groaned and let his head thud forwards onto the bar. His entire body ached. He felt numb and exhausted.

His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender.

"That'll be four twenty," the middle aged man said placing a fresh Martini in front of him. Kurt made to move but was saved by a soft, deep voice.

"It's on me," the stranger said, taking the stool next to Kurt.

"Thanks, though you didn't have to do that. I was just about to get my wallet out," Kurt said resuming his previous position; elbows propped up on the bar and his head resting in his palms. He didn't look up.

"It's not a problem!" the stranger said kindly. "You look like you could use a friend, and I have this annoying need to please people, or cheer them up."

Kurt chuckled brokenly.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"My thoughts aren't worth that much. And I don't even know you."

"I'm sure they are, and true, you don't know me. But sometimes talking to a complete stranger, outside of your inner circle helps. But then again, I could be a psycho axe murderer who lures you in with free drinks and a sweet nature."

Kurt snorted.

"Well if you were an axe murderer at least you'd take the pain away when you kill me."

"It can't be that bad."

"My boyfriend...ex boyfriend." Kurt muttered, unsure why he was even talking.

"Relationship troubles?"

"We broke up about a month ago and I haven't seen him since. I have busied myself the last few weeks with finals and finishing off my clothing line. Tonight was our graduation party and he was there, with the reason he broke up with me."

"Another guy?"

Kurt nodded. "We were together for just over a year, but have known each other since junior year. He was my best friend."

"So what happened?"

"He said that recently I've been neglectful," Kurt scoffed. "The fact that he is a medical student and spends almost twenty four hours a day at the hospital so he doesn't miss anything...? We were both a bit distant the last couple of months, which was to be expected right? I mean we're both seniors applying for internships and trying our damned hardest to get where we want to? All our friends in relationships have been having the same problems. But we were Kurt and Connor. We were the solid couple who everyone aspired to be, you know?

"Anyway," he carried on, taking a gulp of his drink. He was yet to look at the stranger. "What with finals coming up and him being at the hospital all the time the relationship was a bit strained. We hadn't had proper sex in like two months? But I figured it was a blip, it was a temporary thing whilst we were both studying but we were strong enough to get through it. I should have known.

"He always needed sex more than me. He wouldn't ever pressure me, don't get me wrong. But he was always more physical than me. And just to be clear I do love sex, just as much as the next person but to me sex isn't the most fundamental part of a relationship. It's important, but not the most important thing. A relationship should be about two people being two halves of a whole, two sides of the same coin, you know? Being so at one with each other that words aren't needed: you can have a conversation with each other, across the room with just your eyes. It's supposed to be about two people who know and trust each other enough to never have to do more than just be in each other's company. They don't have to do romantic things like flowers and chocolate or moonlight walks and candlelit diners to keep things moving, but they do them anyway because they want to. You do those things because they make you both happy and feel loved but they only make you feel loved because you already know you are, the gestures are just on top of that!

"And you make love, to make love! It's not all about the hot, heavy, sweatiness of sex, or screwing. It's about two people who love each other so much, and know each other so well and trust each other so impeccably that the only other thing they can do to connect is to make love. It's about feeling that closeness and love and trust with someone the only way that you can: melding your bodies together into one being." Kurt sighed and drained the rest of his glass.

"I thought Connor and I had that type of relationship, the one that was strong enough to not have to have sex all the time because we knew that we were loved. Connor however didn't see it that way and what he wasn't getting from me... well, he went and found it elsewhere."

"He cheated?"

"Up until about four hours ago I wasn't sure. I didn't know if he had actually slept with this other guy or if he'd just been seeing him, waiting to do anything else until we were over. But I found out tonight that yes in fact he was sleeping with this guy. Has been for quite a few months, even back when we were still us. Half of our relationship I've been sharing him! And now he and Jack are moving in together in Chicago... and they felt the need to flaunt it in front of me tonight at my graduation party."

"Ouch sounds like you need another drink," the stranger said, indicating to the bartender. Kurt shrugged. "Well if you don't mind my saying, this Connor guy is an idiot!"

"Yes well...not really much I can do about it is there?"

"Seriously though – sorry what's your name?"

"Kurt." He was still to look up.

"Seriously though, Kurt. You are a beautiful man. Jesus, you are so damn attractive and from the way you just described what a relationship is to you – you're amazing! And this Connor guy is the world's biggest idiot for not fighting for that."

Kurt snorted. "Or I'm just the idiot that thinks that just because I left Ohio that my life is suddenly going to right itself."

"Okay, look at me," the stranger said gently. Kurt slowly turned his head and took in the man next to him, suppressing a gasp... The man was about an inch shorter than him, with thick dark curls atop his head. His skin was slightly tanned and his body was obviously toned. He wore dark blue skinny jeans and a grey v-neck t-shirt. His arms were lightly covered with dark hair. Kurt looked into his eyes and felt himself sink. Deep hazel eyes met Kurt's blue grey and Kurt swallowed. This man is beautiful.

"Kurt!" The beautiful stranger said looking directly into Kurt's eyes. "I hope this sounds like it's supposed to and not creepy, because, well I literally just met you, you are very clearly drunk and I am absolutely shattered. But you are an amazingly gorgeous, beautiful person; if I knew you better I would probably say something like you're supermegafoxyawesomehot, because that is the kind of adjective I'd need to describe you. But I just met you and that is really weird. But you are such a beautiful person both outside, and from what I've gathered inside as well. And what makes you even more endearing is the fact that I really don't think you realise just how amazing you are.

"I'm quite good at reading people and my first impressions aren't normally wrong. I think you have probably come from a small country town where people constantly tore you down because you were different. You probably had a small group of friends within which you were quite well liked and respected but outside of that you were hated on. And I know from experience what that does to a person. You were below the bottom of the food chain, shunned for your sexual preference by a group of probably four or five guys; lead by a closet case that was so far in Narnia he was best friends with Mr Tumnus and the Beavers. They probably tortured you so much that some days you thought you couldn't cope."

Kurt gaped at him. Stalker alert!

"But the knowledge that once the torturous years of high school were over there was something bigger and better out there for you kept you going!

"So you plodded along, graduated high school, moved here and started a whole new life for yourself. You met Connor, set up a home and thought you were set.

"And now, all of a sudden the state of comfort and home has been ripped from underneath you and you don't know which way is up and have had whatever self confidence you had left destroyed."

"Wh- " Kurt stuttered, looking at the beautiful stranger in astonishment. "Have you been stalking me?" The beautiful stranger chuckled.

"No, I just have a knack of being able to read people, and your story doesn't seem so far off from my own, except you fought, and I ran."

"Oh." Kurt sat stunned. "Well you just pretty much ran a play by play of my life, and if yours was anyway near as bad as mine then I don't blame you for running. I would have, if I could."

"Yes well, I regret it. A lot! But seriously if everything that happened was on par or worse than my experience and you stuck at it? Then my assumption about you is correct. You are a lot stronger than you think you are, Kurt."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well of course you wouldn't," he said checking his watch. "Damn, it's almost half two and I have to be up in four hours." He rubbed his eyes and turned back to Kurt. "So I, um, have to get going. It was really nice to meet you Kurt! Keep your chin up and have the courage to see yourself for the beautiful wonder that you are."

Kurt nodded once; he didn't know what else to do. What do you say to something like that?

"Umm, thanks, for everything. It was nice to meet you too, and thanks for the drinks."

"Any time. I was happy to do it." The beautiful stranger turned to leave. Kurt watched him in wonder. What was a gorgeous specimen of a man doing talking to him? How on Earth did he know so much about him? Why is he leaving? What is his name?

"Hey!" Kurt called as the curly dark haired man walked away. He turned at the sounds of Kurt's voice. "I didn't get your name!"

The beautiful stranger smiled and his deep hazel eyes sparkled.

"I'm Blaine."

So there you go! The beginning :) I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it!