AN: So I know I said I would post by the fifth and I'm over a week late. Sorry! Life came and hit me around and so there were things I had to do before I could even THINK of writing. I did write a lot before the fifth but I couldn't finish. So here is Chapter 7. Enjoy!

That day at work Blaine did not really talk much, seeing as he was still upset from his suspicions; not to mention that he might have had a little too much to drink last night, considering his dull headache. Kurt was avoiding him, trying to keep the mindset of competition. He really did love his job, and he loved everything he did whether it was modeling for photos or runway work. He loved the fashion and the attention, and loved being on top for once. Deep down, he knew that it was silly, and he knew that he was acting just like Rachel Berry did in High School when it came to his dreams, but he wouldn't let himself realize it. He couldn't, or else that would mean admitting that he might just have feelings for Blaine. And having feelings for someone who could destroy you was dangerous. Yes, Blaine could destroy Kurt for all he's worth if Kurt let his guard down, if he let Blaine in like Blaine wanted- like he still seems to want.

When Kurt and Blaine finally do see each other it is hours into the work day. Blaine had already taken something for the headache, and even though he was still upset from Tal, all that went away when he saw Kurt walking down the hall.

"Kurt! Hey, wait up!"

"What do you want Blaine?" Kurt said, not in an icy tone, but not in the fake-friendly tone that he used to use. It was more… distant, like he was trying to stay away from him and Blaine didn't understand it.

"I was just wondering how you were."

"I'm fine. Anything else?" Kurt was desperate to leave on the inside; having not fully convinced himself that staying away was the best thing for himself yet. However, he was perfectly calm on the outside, minus the accelerated heart rate.

"I… um, do you want to go for coffee after work?"

"I can't."

"oh… Why not?"

"Because… because you're my competition Blaine. We never went out for coffee before. You never used to ask me how I was. Neither of us has changed, so why are you talking to me when you don't have to?" Kurt said, more for himself than Blaine.

"Well, after Ohio-"

"No. Nothing happened in Ohio. Yeah, I lived there, and yes I went to school at McKinley, and so I have a lot of good and bad memories there that you just so happened to see me react to. Nothing has changed." Kurt couldn't help but remember Coach Sylvester saying "Don't trust the curly haired freak." and remembering all those times when he didn't follow her advice- how badly things went.

Kurt's resolve almost broke at Blaine's face when he heard this. He looked like he just heard that Santa Clause wasn't real as a kid. Kurt wanted to reach out and hold Blaine and tell him everything would be okay, and of course he would go to coffee with him, but he didn't. He didn't and Blaine turned around and left, feeling betrayed for the second time in less than twenty four hours. Of course Kurt didn't know the extent of what happened with Blaine's boyfriend. He didn't want to know, he kept reminding himself.

At the end of work he called the one and only Rachel Berry to ask her out for a dinner date.

"Hello? Kurt?"

"Hi Rachel! Long time no talk."

"You're right, how've you been?"

"Good. I'm fine. What about you?"

"Oh, well I'm just rehearsing for West Side Story. I'm playing Maria again, can you believe it?"

"Wow Rachel that's great! Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner? I want to catch up."

"That would be amazing! When? Where?"

"Can you do tonight?"

"That would be perfect! Where?"

"I was thinking Blue Hill?"

"Yes! I love that place! Meet you there at six thirty? I'll make a reservation."

"Got it. See you then Rachel."

"Bye Kurt!"

Kurt walked home and got ready to meet Rachel. When Kurt arrived in suitable attire, Rachel was already there, waiting for him, in clothing that was actually meant for women and not toddlers –thank gaga! Spotting Kurt, she rushes over and pulls him in for a hug.

"Kurt! I've missed you!"

"Ugh! Rachel A little breathing space please." Kurt grunted.

"Sorry. You know I don't do things half-heartedly though." Rachel shrugged, smiling.

"No, no you do not." Kurt smiled as the host showed them to their reserved table and gave them menus. They kept the conversation light and fluffy before giving their waiter their orders.

"So, did you ask me to dinner for any specific reason? Or are you just missing your high school competition?" Rachel teased.

"So I need you to convince me I'm doing the right thing…" Kurt was embarrassed, but he knew that he needed to talk to Rachel about this.

"Well tell me what you are doing and then I will tell you. That is, if you are doing the right thing."

Kurt explained the situation about how he couldn't get close to Blaine, it could ruin him! He talked about everything that happened in Ohio, and he told her about the party and when he ran into him earlier that day. He expressed how each time; Blaine seemed to try to get close to him.

"Kurt, you are most definitely doing the right thing. I mean, even though I'm still with Finn, he wanted me to follow my dreams first and he made sure that he wouldn't hurt my career. Not to mention that our lines of work are completely in different fields so there is no way he could knock me down. Even if he was on Broadway he could never hurt my chances as we would never be going for the same role since we are not the same gender. You however, have a totally different scenario. You and this Blaine can do anything the other can, so you have to crush him. You can't have feelings for him. Just crush him like I did with Sunshine in junior year. Just don't send him to a crack house – that was a bit over the top."

The rest of dinner they discussed different methods to not care about Blaine anymore. Kurt couldn't deny that he had gotten a bit attached, but that would be fixed. He saw it like a drug. He tried it out but he didn't want to do it anymore, even if he secretly liked it.

What neither of them noticed was a small man with short curly brown hair in the both next to them, hearing every word they said.

AN: Sorry it's so short! I've been dealing with a lot of really heaving things recently and its hard to find a time where I have no homework and am in a condition where I can actually write things that are ok to read. I hope you will stick with me!