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A/N: Title stolen from For Good from Wicked. Belated fills for Hummelberry Week on tumblr. Today's theme: firsts, where we have the aftermath of Kurt and Rachel's respective 'first times'. This one gets a little agnsty, at the end, because halfway through writing, I remembered they were fighting at the time.
Dawn is barely cracking it's way across the sky when Kurt Hummel gets home.
He's wearing his clothes from last night and his hair feels greasy, but as he carefully unlocks his front door, he couldn't be happier. The performance of West Side Story was flawless last night. He and Blaine had made up from their first major fight, then went back to Blaine's house to do more than make up. As he slips off his shoes in the doorway, the thought of I'm not a virgin anymore strikes him suddenly. It makes him flush, then grin as heat curls like a fist in the pit of his stomach.
I'm not a virgin anymore, he thinks again. If Kurt was a less reserved person, he'd shout it from the rooftops until the whole world knew that he had lost his virginity last night, to the most perfect person in the world. Rolling his eyes at the sight of Finn passed out on the living room sofa, he pulls out his phone and, instinctively, texts Rachel, You'll never believe what happened.
Then, a series of things seemed to happen at once.
Kurt went into the kitchen for a drink, only to be greeted by the sight of Rachel Berry cooking pancakes in her underwear. They both screamed. Finn, half-asleep and completely naked, ran into the room shouting about how he was here to protect Rachel. When he spotted his step-brother, Finn yelped and tried to cover himself with a dish towel before running back out of the room. Kurt and Rachel stared at each other, horrified, until her phone went off, alerting her of a new text message. At that point, they both slid down onto the linoleum floor, laughing so hard that tears streaked their faces.
By the time Finn came back (dressed and offering Rachel one of his tee shirts to wear), the pancakes had been declared a lost cause and Rachel and Kurt had decided to go out for breakfast. They invited Finn, who just turned red and said he wanted to sleep in before they all had to be at the Saturday morning rehearsal for the musical. Kurt intended to change before they went out, but Rachel argued that it wasn't fair for him to dress up when she'd be stuck in her rumpled outfit from the previous night.
They drove to town in relative silence, exchanging only the occasional sly glance or fit of giggles when they caught sight of each other. When they were settled into a table and coffee had been ordered, Kurt leaned across the table and took Rachel's hands. "You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady. You can skip any descriptions of his, y'know, but I want to know exactly how you came to be naked in my kitchen."
"I wasn't naked!" Rachel flushed when a few heads swiveled their way. Lowering her voice, she said, "And, besides, you have some explaining to do yourself. Don't try and tell me you weren't at Blaine's last night."
Kurt didn't think it was fair that Rachel was able to make him flush. He wasn't embarrassed by the fact that he and Blaine had sex last night. Instead, it was the tone of Rachel's voice, low and accusing, like it was some kind of crime to love someone so completely. Taking a deep breath to make sure his voice would stay even, Kurt made an offer. "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours."
"Why do I have to go first?" Rachel complained, picking through the bowl of creamers until she found a soy one.
Kurt took a careful sip of his coffee, patting her hand consolingly. "Because you made me look at my naked brother. This is payback."
Rachel huffed, but still launched into her story as they waited for their food. She and Finn had gone back to the Hummel-Hudson house after the musical, talked it out, and decided they were ready to take the next step in their relationship. Then, according to Rachel, they had shared a "romantic evening" together in the firelight before talking some more and falling asleep.
"I was trying to be romantic and make us breakfast," Rachel explained, "But you walked in and ruined it."
Kurt would have felt a little bad about that, but he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that Finn and Rachel had sex in the living room. As in, where his family spent long periods of time together. He was about to start a lecture on how unhygienic that was, but their food arrived. They ate quickly and quietly, knowing they only had an hour left before they were expected at the rehearsal.
As Kurt picked up the tab and started to drive Rachel home, she said, "You never told me what happened between you and Blaine."
Kurt shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what the protocol was with this or how much was too much to share. Pulling into Rachel's driveway, Kurt chose his next words carefully. "I spent the night at Blaine's after we made up."
"I didn't know you guys were fighting," Rachel said, voice small and betrayed.
Any lingering traces of Kurt's good mood disappeared suddenly as he remembered that, among the insanity of the play and Sebastian and losing his virginity, he was mad at Rachel. This morning, he'd been so happy that it had slipped his mind completely. Now, as they sat in her driveway and Rachel flashed him sad puppy dog eyes, the hurt pushed it's way back into Kurt's chest, making his heart ache and throat feel thick.
"Yeah, well, we're fine now," Kurt replied, feeling irritated with himself.
"Kurt," Rachel said, voice quiet and sad, "Are we fine now?"
It hurt to look at the girl he called his best friend. The excitement and laughter from earlier seemed far away as Rachel sniffled loudly and kept a death grip on the arm rest. Kurt knows that it's not fair to get her upset right before they have rehearsal and he feels genuinely sorry that when he unlocks the car door, Rachel recoiled like she was hit.
Even though rage was building inside him, Kurt tried to be gentle when he told her, "No, we're not fine. Not yet."
As Rachel fled the car, covering her mouth with one hand as ran off, not even a text from Blaine (miss you, can't wait for rehearsal. xoxo) could make Kurt feel like smiling again.
