I've finally managed to get somewhere with this sequel ^^ (go read Cute Little Divas and Pretty Boys if you haven't already!), it's probably going to be 5-chapters long and they're already planned.

Let me know what you think! ^^

Blaine had clearly come to the decision of leaving him alone after the very public and very spur-of-the-moment breakup. Kurt wouldn't exactly mind if they ignored each other until graduation. Of course, it was a pipe dream, they still had to get through Nationals as a team (he was not even going to think about prom, right then). For some reason he had the sensation that Blaine was only affording him some days to 'cool off', ready to pounce on him at the first weakness. As if.

As things stood right at that moment, he was fully confident in his choices, had a strong enough support basis to weather the social storm and was fabulously dressed (How did the rhyme go? He couldn't recall, but the depressed part did not apply). If anyone had told Kurt two years ago that he would, at one point, dump his first boyfriend in front of all glee clubbers, only to be cheered on by the (co-)head cheerleader, her girlfriend, the football quarterback (he was on this side of oblivious just enough to get away with supporting him without fighting with Rachel) and Noah Puckerman, he would have laughed long and hard in their face. But here he was, impeccably clad in leather and walking side by side with the most popular people in school. Not bad for a post-breakup day.

He was… sad, about some of the friendships that suffered in the last period. Maybe he would get to reconnect with the other glee members in these last months of school, but he also had to think about his future. NYADA seemed more attainable by the day, but now that he didn't have to worry about Blaine he worried a lot more about his curriculum. He feared it was weak, and his talent alone wouldn't assure him a spot in the Academy for The Most Talented.

If there was a better moment to get out all his aces, he wouldn't know it. He was ready to make a deal with the devil, much more literally that his pretty, atheist ass had ever thought possible.

"Finally seeing the light of my eminence, Porcelain?" He just hoped he wouldn't come to regret it.

"…I-"

"Of course you are, and of course you regret leaving my pyramid. That's obvious! What is not, is how you're gonna claim back your spot in it so close to Nationals and so far from the peak of physical perfection I brought you to two years ago."

"I-"

"Don't interrupt! You're clearly gonna need much work if you so easily forgot how things are in Sue's special forces. Let's start with a circuit of the school." Kurt would have liked to think he wasn't that out of practice, he'd gone to great lengths to maintain his painfully gained flexibility over the past year, but he was clearly rustier than he'd thought, seeing as he didn't start to run the moment Coach Sylvester got the megaphone out from under her desk, and waited, instead, for his ears to be murdered by her "Mooove!", before moving to follow her orders. A newbie mistake, really.

He started running. In studded boots and a leather jacket. And that was the real reason a Cheerio always dressed the part, as once you were part of Sue Sylvester's squad there was no such thing as 'downtime'. The only consolation prize was that he didn't get winded from his run, as he didn't let himself get lazy when he wasn't part of the cheerleading squad. Of course, that only meant Coach Sue's next requests would be all the more grueling.

He couldn't have imagined.

But, at the end of the school day, he reconvened with the devil duo proud to have re-conquered a spot on the pluri-award-winning team (on a trial basis only, but it was halfway to the goal). That meant more polyester than he could in good conscience approve of, but he would just have to deal with it for the rest of the school year (he frankly had to).

And so a few days went by, as he reacclimatized to the rhythm of being in such a demanding extracurricular and avoided a good part of the glee club while not making it obvious.

He was just fantasizing about a new outfit when a buzzing interrupted the monotony.

Kurt automatically turned his phone to check what it was about. Keeping it face down on the desk during history was only a vague courtesy, really.

14:17 Hey Kurt, u alright? haven't heard from you in a few days

He stared at the text for a few minutes, knowing he could use the excuse of being in class to explain the delay. Then he unlocked the screen.

14:23 Yeah Chandler, I was just in a bit of a mess…

14:23 Wanna meet up for coffee and tell me all about it?

And, why the hell not? He was newly single, young and unattached. Such behavior was the least expected of him.

14:24 Sure, let's!

They met up that afternoon, Kurt had just come out of a session with devil Sylvester, but trying to make plans for later in the week would just have felt like postponing needlessly.

Chandler had to first reign in his megawatt smile to get the conversation started. Kurt waited patiently for the other to gather his wits as he sipped the coffee made exactly to his specifications. (Yes, Chandler knew his coffee order, he must have vaguely mentioned it in conversation and this boy he had only met once before remembered it. Was his current companion a little obsessed or were the standards he measured Blaine against so low?)

"Sooo, still thinking of Whitney Houston for your big audition?"

And so, a 0.5 seconds conversation with a boy he hadn't seen face to face in days had just touched two-thirds of his problems without any input from him. It seemed destiny. Maybe karma? Whatever higher power was having a laugh at his expense, Chandler had just made him think first about Blaine and then about NYADA, a careless comment about Cheerleading competitions and it would be strike three.

"Not really. Recent developments have made me understand that the Houston part of my life is definitely over. Which brings me back to square one, as I don't think a 'classic' would fit either because, well, you've seen me."

"Oh, Kurt, I think you're so versatile you could sing anything and they'd be fools not to accept you. But you're right, the dusty graveyard look isn't your style, I mean, you're a revolution, Kurt! And you should own every part of it." Which, delivered with the usual megawatt smile, made him feel so appreciated and confident even though Chandler had only heard him sing through the cell phone's shitty speaker. And that is the reason he had to leave Blaine. The fact that a stranger could make him feel so empowered while his boyfriend ignored his needs was just sad. As was the fact that his self-confidence was so dependent on another's view of him, actually. When exactly had that happened? He couldn't recall. Which- bad.

Still, venting to someone not in the thick of the latest mess was a great feeling. He had almost forgotten what it was like, having gotten so caught up in the vaguely incestuous Glee club drama, where everyone had a bone to pick with at least three other members at any time. Being suddenly free to lament his mediocre friendships without the person he spoke to having personal stakes in it felt like a breath of fresh air.

That was all the reason he planned another outing with the blue-eyed boy. He was a bit of a fashion disaster, what with his beanies and clashing colors, but at least there were no bowties. Also, by the time they had long finished their coffees, he still hadn't told Chandler about his break-up. If they met the following week… maybe he would.