A/N: Alright, so this chapter actually has no sex in it, but I just wanted to write this, I'm sorry if you don't like it. I don't really think it's the greatest, but it's the mood I'm in at the moment, it's kind of bittersweet I guess. It's about Kurt... Don't really like to sexualize Kurt anyway but I wanted to use him in some way. I'll probably write something a little more... sexual later on this month at some point. Or I guess in August. But it's like two o'clock now, so I'm tired and I dunno. Here's this. I hope someone at least likes it.

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Title: Lemony Slashy Oneshots of Sexy Boys Doing Sexy Things

By: UhmDraco

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters

Chapter 02: Solitude

I pulled his arm tighter around myself, forcing him to hold me closer. The thin cotton sheet was draping over our mostly naked bodies, and I was uncomfortable. My feet were cold, but legs ached, and I didn't want to be awake any longer.

I'd had a long week, full of dancing exercising and traumatic experiences, and it was showing in my appearance. My face was worn, my hair was messy, I'd worn the same outfit twice in the same week because I couldn't be bothered to work out a new one. So much had happened in the past week, and if I were to run it over in my mind it would be a very short list.

Sure, Rachel had gotten a new boyfriend, a boy from her class. Sure, Finn had called me and we'd finally caught up after a long break in our relationship. Sure, my life was still headed upward, toward the sky. I was living in New York, the place where all of my dreams were bound to come true. And yet, the only thing that really mattered was the hole in my chest.

My stomach churned with the thought of the events that left me feeling empty, and again, instinctively, I pulled his arm tighter. He grumbled something into my ear, but there were no words. Just sound, and that was all I needed. The warm firm skin of his arm was pressed against my cool cheek, and he was practically entangled in the mess that was my own.

Both literally and figuratively.

I was sick of feeling so distant, and alone. Good things happened to everyone else, and although I'd never say it out loud, I was waiting for something good to finally happen to me. I knew one day it would happen. I knew one day I could stand up there with the rest of them and openly admit that I too was happy.

But that day was distant. At least until I could get over what Blaine had done. I'd never really dealt with a break up before, and as often as I had criticized all the weak females in all the movies that had cried for days, or weeks, or months after their boyfriend's betrayal, I finally had to admit that it wasn't too far off. I finally admitted it to myself, only in my head however, that I was a wreck. A weak, pathetic wreck.

When had that happened? Was it when Blaine had cheated? When I fell apart? Or was it before. I remember once that I used to be strong, and upon learning that I could depend on someone else... I fell apart at the seams, being held together by the strings of the puppet master. Perhaps it was time for me to find my own confidence back. I could be single for a while, figure out how to sew my pale porcelain pieces back together... but I wasn't ready.

For now I would need someone to depend upon. Someone who could hold me through the night, and leave during the day so I could pretend I was doing it all alone. Once more I pulled his arm, but this time he stirred, so I froze, watching the window as the dark sky began to let up, and as the autumn sun began to brighten the day with the stench of dying leaves and birds fleeing. It fit how I felt. At least someone knew how I felt.

The boy I barely knew who lay next to me didn't know how I felt, but I told him I didn't care. I told him all I cared about was that he lay next to me through the night, and hold me if I cry. He agreed without hesitation.

"Kurt?" He asked groggily, his deep voice sending chills down my spine as his warm breath almost burned my freezing neck. "What are you looking at?" He asked, pulling his arm away to rub his eyes. I turned to him, his blue eyes were fixed on the window. "Do you want me to close the window? You're freezing." I didn't answer, just turned toward the window. I didn't care if he closed it, I just wanted to lay still, with him. But he moved, throwing the sheet away and jumping to his feet. His warm body disappearing from next to me only made the pain in my chest ache more. I pulled my own arms around me to keep myself warm and found I wasn't doing such a bad job of supporting myself after all.

After the slam of the peeling frame slamming against the windowpane the heat was back as he climbed into bed with me once more. There was a silence as he slowly, unsure of himself, placed his muscular arms around me once more. Although I'd been doing fine it was nice to know there was someone there for me in the long run.

"Are you going to sleep?" He asked me in a whisper into my ear

"Maybe." I said, my voice cracking for how little it had been used.

"I'll stay awake with you." He said with a breath of a laugh, seeing through me quickly.

Neither of us talked for a bit, but he kept taking intakes of breath as if he wanted so badly to say something, but always quieted before doing so. Finally though, after a couple hours he shakily pulled his arm away and sighed.

"I have to go, Kurt."

"I know." I told him quietly. I turned to watch him stand up. His hair was messy too, but his skin was tanned and beautiful. He wasn't wearing anything besides his tight black underwear.

He cleared his throat and looked very awkward before searching for his pants. He pulled them on and buttoned them quickly, and then pulled his sweater over his head. He wiped his eyes once more before practically blurting out, "That'll be fifty dollars though."

I smiled a smile I didn't mean to comfort him in his awkwardness. "Only fifty?" I asked.

"Well as we didn't really do anything." He said stiffly. "Look, I wouldn't charge you at all if I didn't need the money so bad."

"I get it." I said softly, reaching into the drawer beside my bed and pulling out the money he needed. I stood up and walked to him and handed him the money. He thanked me before heading to the door, but he stopped and turned to hug me quickly. "What was that for?"

"You'll be okay." He said almost inaudibly before heading back to the door. "See you later, Kurt." He said.

"Goodbye Brody." I said. He flashed me a quick smile and then closed the door.

I slowly moved back around the bed and pulled the covers over myself and wrapped my arms around my torso.

I was alone once more.

But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all.