A/N: What the hell is this! Could I be updating this after almost four years? Well, you see, I wrote one sentence of this for the last four years, and finally finished. Or I'm incredibly lazy and I just now wrote this…believe what you want.

Actually, this is a personal favor to someone, so I hope that they enjoy this most of all. :)

Trish lay in bed, alone, looking up at the ceiling. She was thinking about what had transpired earlier when she had been in Chris and Stephanie's suite sans Chris and Stephanie. She had almost kissed Kurt. Well, Kurt had almost kissed her…well, they had almost kissed each other. They had been so close to kissing and she could almost feel the softness of his lips on hers…almost. But it just wasn't meant to be at that moment, but she couldn't believe how much she had wanted him to kiss her.

She had to admit that she and Kurt had gotten really close after the entire Test debacle. He had been her savior when she had needed a savior and she didn't know if he knew this, but she would be eternally grateful that he had been there. After that, it seemed the friendship just came natural to the two of them, and she wasn't complaining. Kurt was one of the funniest, nicest, sweetest, and quite frankly, most good-looking guys she had ever met, and to be in his company so much of the time was a blessing.

But she could make the tiny concession to herself that she wanted more. Sure, her last relationship was a piece of crap and maybe she was compensating or looking for a rebound, but it was different with Kurt. Kurt made her feel like she was the only person in his world at that moment, and that was a good feeling. She wondered if other people around him felt that way too, like when he was focused on you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. She never felt that way with Test, and she liked that it was something special pertaining to Kurt.

She just didn't know if he felt the same way.

In his own hotel room, Kurt was contemplating the future as well…and he was ruing the past. If only Chris and Stephanie had waited a few more minutes to come in the room, or if they had gotten caught in traffic or something, he could've been kissing Trish Stratus. It was a thought that sent his mind into overdrive. He could've been kissing Trish Stratus. That thought alone set his mind afire. He bit his lips as he thought about what it would be like to just kiss her until he couldn't kiss her any longer.

He was loath to admit it, but he wanted what Chris and Stephanie had; he wanted it so bad that he could taste it. He quite often felt like a third wheel whenever he was with them, and because he felt like an outsider to begin with, he tended to become an observer to their relationship. He knew that Stephanie had been burned before by Hunter, and she had come out of that relationship with a lot of low self-esteem. But when she was with Chris, it was like a whole different story. She was a different person, a better person, and so was Chris.

He wanted someone to make him a better person without even trying. The way Trish made him feel, he felt like she could be that person. But maybe he was projecting too much into this. They were friends, and maybe that's all she saw them as. But when he had seen her face earlier, right before he was going to kiss her, well, that didn't look like the face of a girl who thought that they should just be friends.

He resolved himself to do something. He had to take action now before some other guy came along and snatched her up. He couldn't even fathom Trish staying on the market for that long. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, with or without makeup, she looked great. He sat up in bed, thinking about how crazy this was, and it was indeed crazy. He was just going to what? Go up to her hotel room, knock on the door and confess that he wanted to try things with her? Like that would blow over well, he thought to himself.

But then again…maybe it would work. Maybe he just had to tell the truth and not beat around the bush. He was having an internal pep talk with himself. The timid, afraid half was sitting there listening to his aggressive, take-charge half yell at him and make him get up. If he was going to take action, now was the time. He was Kurt freaking Angle, gold medalist, he could take charge of this situation.

Little did Kurt know that Trish was having a similar internal struggle. She wanted to go see Kurt and tell him everything that she was feeling. If being with Test taught her anything it was that she had to control her own future. She couldn't cower in the corner behind some guy. She had to make it happen herself and not rely on anybody else. She wanted to talk to Kurt, maybe even kiss Kurt, who knew. She smiled almost giddily at that thought. A nice, caring relationship? It almost seemed foreign to her now.

She got up from her bed and pulled on some pajama pants. She usually only slept in a tank top and her panties, but she didn't think that appropriate attire to go see Kurt…maybe during future rendezvous, but not now. She slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops and padded her way to the door. She was surprised when she opened it to see Kurt approaching on the other side, a few feet away from her door.

"Kurt, what are you doing up?" she asked in surprise. "Were you going to see someone?"

"Oh…yeah, actually…you," he said, giving a soft chuckle. "I was coming to see you…but where are you going?"

"I was actually going to come and see you," she told him with a short laugh. "I guess we were on the same wavelength, do you want to come in?"

"Yeah, yeah, I do," Kurt said as she held the door open for him. He passed through the doorway, sending her a smile as he did so. He went over to the couch and sat down. Trish closed the door and kicked the flip-flops off her feet as she went to sit down next to Kurt, turning so she could actually see him.

"So couldn't sleep or something?"

"Something like that," he told her. "I was just…well, you're up, why are you up?"

"Couldn't sleep either," she said, becoming a little bit nervous now that she was faced with the task at hand. "I was just up thinking, you know, it's a big, lonely room and I wasn't that tired, it seemed the only thing to do unless I wanted to watch some late-night infomercial or you know, a really bad comedy from the 80's that makes you wonder how you ever survived a decade with your hair that big."

Kurt laughed, "Yeah, that does sound boring, so were you going to come down to see me and hang out or something?" He knew that he was prodding her along, but if her resolve was crumbling, his was already ashes scattered across the ground.

"Not really," she said. "I was thinking about…earlier…"

"Oh…earlier…" He knew what she was talking about, and he'd have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to know what she was referring to and it wasn't the movie selection or the greasiness of the mu-shu pork.

"Yeah, I mean, something clearly happened earlier," Trish said slowly, trying to see what his reaction would be without outright saying, "Hey we almost kissed earlier, what do you think about that!" No, she couldn't just say that, that would be way too out there.

"Clearly," he nodded.

"I wanted to…talk about that," she told him. "I mean, if you want to. I think that we need to say some things about that."

"It was a lapse in judgment," Kurt said quickly and he kicked himself inside for saying something like that as Trish's head went back a little, obviously not expecting him to say something like that. She also looked a little hurt.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant to say, that came out all wrong."

"No, no, I think I got the gist of what that meant. I guess that you meant that it was something that was an accident and shouldn't have happened. I respect that…I mean, I was going to say the same thing actually."

"You were?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm coming off a really bad relationship, and you know, I don't really want to fall into another relationship just yet, give me my freedom right," she said lamely, trying to sound enthusiastic, but coming off more indifferent than anything else.

"Well, good, I'm glad we got that cleared up," Kurt said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. This wasn't how this was supposed to turn out. She wasn't supposed to agree with him on this count. She wasn't supposed to say these things, but he had let himself fall into a trap and it was only his own, stupid fault. If he had just not sounded like such a douchebag. But it was too late now.

"Me too," she said. "I mean, I didn't…want you to get the wrong idea about us or anything."

"Yeah, wrong idea," he echoed softly. Then he stood up quickly, like suddenly the couch had gotten five thousand degrees hotter and he couldn't' stand it. "I better go, it's late, we have to travel tomorrow, Chris and Stephanie will be coming to get us early and you know, they're cranky enough in the mornings."

"Oh, you're leaving," she said, hating the things she had been saying, but she wasn't going to put herself out there if he thought it was a mistake. Or could she?

"Yeah, I think it's for the best, you know, sleep is good," he said, sounding like an idiot, but it wouldn't be the first time this conversation that he sounded like an idiot and a jerk.

Trish had to speak up, she couldn't just let him leave, "Kurt, wait."

"Yeah?" he asked, turning towards her.

"I didn't mean what I said," she said, sounding defeated, like just saying the words had drained the fight out of her. "I didn't mean any of it."

"You didn't?" he asked incredulously.

"No, I mean, you said it was a lapse in judgment and I was willing to go along with that because I didn't want to stick my neck out there and look like a fool or something, but you know, sometimes you have to look like the fool. I didn't meant what I said, I didn't think it was stupid and I don't think that I can't see anyone right now, and I especially did want that kiss. I wanted it a lot."

"You did?" he asked, still dumbfounded by what she was saying. She was a lot braver than he was, and he had to give her props for that. He had been a coward, but she was stepping up to the plate.

"Kurt, I like you…there, I said it," she said with a sigh of relief. "I said it and it's out there. I'm not doing something like confessing my undying love for you, because I don't love you, but I really, really like you Kurt, and I want to try and see where this would go. Just to see, you know. It couldn't hurt…I mean, if you still think it was a lapse in jud--"

"I lied," he interrupted. "I lied, I wanted to kiss you so badly, I want to kiss you right now!"

She laughed. "You do?"

"I really do, like, I wanted to when I first came down here, but I thought there was a chance that you didn't want me to kiss you, and I didn't want to say anything. I mean, I just…I know you had a bad thing with Test, and I didn't want to rush it, or rush you."

She nodded, "It was bad with him, but you're not him, you're different, and I'm different from when I was with him, and that has a lot to do with you, and I think that's good. I like the way that you make me feel, and I want to ride it out. Try something new, go for it, you know."

"So that kiss was…welcome?"

"And still would be if you were willing to try it again," she told him. "I don't think that Chris and Stephanie will be walking in now, and if they do, I'll kick them the hell out."

Kurt laughed and came over to her. He took her face in his hands and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. She eagerly kissed him back, realizing that when she was thinking about how good it would be earlier, that didn't compare to what she felt right now. It felt incredibly good and as she wrapped her arms around him, she was giving him a chance, and she liked that she was giving him a chance. He liked it too, obviously, as he kept kissing her and kept kissing her just because he could.

This time there were no interruptions.