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Kurt shut the door quietly, turning the lock clockwise. He was still trying to get accustomed to locking the door each and every time he came through it. New York was such a magical place, but he had to admit, it was downright dark and seedy too. The only light burning in their apartment was a lamp in the living room; the only sign of Rachel was the ballet flats she had been wearing earlier lying haphazardly by the back door. Kurt made a beeline for her room, the sound of her sobbing echoing from the other side of the door. He wrapped his knuckles on the door lightly.
"Rachel, it's me. Can I come in?" Kurt waited for an answer, but she gave none. He turned the handle, relieved to find it was unlocked. Peering in, he could see Rachel curled up on her bed, her blouse and capris from earlier replaced by a Broadway t-shirt and cotton shorts, her hair pulled loosely into a ponytail.
"I'm such an idiot." She sniffed, her eyes red and puffy. Kurt slipped his shoes off, sliding next to Rachel on the bed. Her arms were wrapped around her pillow with her face pressed tight against it. Kurt leaned back against the headboard, his hands clasped tight in his lap, his feet stretched out in front of him.
"You're not an idiot." Kurt sighed.
"It was stupid for me to think Finn could just come here and be happy with me. It was this crazy fairytale I'd had in my head for so long." Rachel sucked in a breath as she tried to control her tears.
"Hey, that's not true." Kurt put his hand on her back, awkwardly running it across her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "Finn came here because he wanted to."
"Yeah, it seemed like he wanted that bartender too." She snorted. Kurt reached for a box of tissues on her nightstand. Plucking several from the box, he offered them to Rachel.
"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation that Finn will be happy to offer you once he gets home." Kurt nodded.
"Ifhe ever gets home." She wiped her eyes once more. "He didn't even notice we were there, Kurt."
"Well you did have us sit way back in the corner." He offered her a weak smile. Neither said another word. Kurt's arm rested on Rachel's shoulders as she drifted off to sleep. Before long Kurt was nodding off, his head leaning back against the hard headboard. Eventually he slid down closer to Rachel, both of their heads sharing her pillow.
"I knew it was only a matter of time." Finn laughed, his voice booming through the bedroom. Kurt sat up straight, looking around groggily. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep in Rachel's bed.
"Shh." He hushed Finn, careful not to wake Rachel. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the time reading 11:14 p.m. Finn tiptoed in, dropping a duffel bag by the dresser, kicking his tennis shoes across the room. He spotted the crumpled up tissues on the bed littered near Rachel's sleeping body.
"What's going on?" He raised an eyebrow at his brother. Kurt eased off the bed, grabbing his shoes from the floor.
"I should be asking you that same question." Kurt whispered, stopping long enough to look his brother in the eye.
"What in the world are you talking about?" Finn asked.
"You need to explain the blonde to her." Kurt disappeared out of the room, easing the door shut behind him. Finn slipped off his jeans, climbing into bed with only a t-shirt and boxers on. He slipped his arm around Rachel, pulling her close. She jumped slightly at the physical contact, her eyes blinking several times in an attempt to wake up.
"Where have you been?" She asked, barely pushing away from him.
"Rehearsing with the guys. First we went to Matt's bar and then we finished up at Rob's place." He watched her mouth twitch, a frown forming.
"Are you going to tell me about the bartender?" She waited for his answer.
"What bartender?" Finn seemed genuinely dumbfounded. Rachel sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, a heavy lump forming in her throat.
"I saw you with that blonde." She willed herself not to cry. "Kurt and I came down to watch you practice."
"Oh Deena, What about her?" He asked.
"What about her? Really Finn, you didn't notice her all over you?" Rachel could feel herself growing angrier.
"No." He gave in and sat up as well, figuring this wasn't going to be a short conversation.
"And you didn't seem to mind the attention." Rachel was flabbergasted. How he could he not have noticed any of that?
"I honestly wasn't paying attention to it." Finn said flatly.
"Finn, are you that naïve?" The words stung him. She had always been his biggest supporter and now she was hitting him with her words. "I think you should go sleep on the couch tonight."
"Wh-What?" Finn's mouth hung open.
"You heard me." Rachel pulled the covers over her legs, hugging them tighter to her chest.
"Are you serious?" He stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm really upset about what happened tonight and I just don't feel like you're taking this seriously." Finn could feel the anger boiling up inside. Rather than fuel the fire, he simply grabbed his pillow and stalked towards the door. He turned back one last time to see Rachel gnawing on her lip and the teenager in him just couldn't hold back.
"I didn't realize you were the jealous type." He spat, slamming the door behind him. Rachel jumped at the sound, sliding back against her pillow, trying desperately to hold back what few tears she probably had left. She reached for her cell phone on the night stand and dialed frantically.
"Hey." She sniffed. "I guess you heard."
Oh me…insecure Rachel strikes again. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading.