A.N: so this is unjustifiable short, sorry! Hope you enjoy!
Rachel looked at him strangely, she didn't have to ask the question for him to answer "Remember on alcohol awareness week?" she shook her head and he continued "I came to yours and we both got stupidly drunk, then we started playing truth or dare?" Rachel's face fell.
"Oh god, it's coming back to me." She smiled groggily, afraid of what was yet to come.
"Hm." He laughed "I asked you you're biggest secret and you told me you were a lesbian."
"I only really realized today though." she admitted quietly.
"Maybe you already kind of knew." He smiled "Maybe you were telling yourself you were wrong. Either way it doesn't matter." He smiled openly "It never should. I'm not going to tell anyone, that's for you to do. I'm also not going to pressure you to come out of the closet, which can be done with time. That should be done when you're ready."
"Thank you." Rachel said "I'm so embarrassed."
Kurt just laughed "You'll get used to it honey, I did and look I've got Blaine, I'm happy and in love."
They talked for a while and Rachel told him about what had happened that afternoon with Quinn. Kurt didn't say anything until she was completely finished, when she was he stayed silent for a while.
"So she just ran out?" he confirmed.
"Without another word." She shook her head "I don't know what to do."
"Just see how she acts tomorrow, until then you need to go to bed, you look tired."
They said their goodbyes and soon Rachel was in her bed attempting sleep. The attempt failed and she sat looking up at her walls. It wasn't that she was upset, Kurt helped her through that, it was that she couldn't get that private moment with Quinn out of her mind. It was re-played again and again like a Christmas number one or a particularly bad pop song everyone was tired already of.
She closed her eyes, tried to count sheep, tried to count Barbra Streisand movies but nothing seemed to work. She pulled her covers closer around herself, and groaned. Nothing was working and now it wasn't just the image of what happened today, her imagination was going wild and she couldn't stop picturing Quinn and her making out, or worse. She blushed even though there was no one with her. Little did she know that Quinn was in a bad a place as her.
A.N: still – any idea's for my summary?