A/N I have a feeling this may be a long story. It's my first time, okay? I'm not sure how regularly I'll be uploading either. I'm a university student, so I am pretty busy.

It felt like a truck just ran over Rachel's brain. She squinted her eyes as the morning light blinded her.

"What on earth happened?" she groaned in fatigue.

Her hand shadowed over her face to block the morning sun from her eyes. Reluctantly, she got up off of the floor where she had apparently collapsed the night before. She attempted to recall everything that happened the previous night, retracing her steps, pacing back and forth.

"Think, Rachel, think… I came home from rehearsals, had a glass of water, checked my email… email… BRYCE LARKIN." Her eyes widened.

She opened an email last night from a former friend who betrayed her by winning the heart of her girlfriend in NYADA. She was still a little fuzzy as to what the email was about. She did not quite remember how she ended up on the floor either. She headed straight for the shower. Each step made her brain hurt - a mixture of fire with pain. She needed to shower anyway as she was meeting Kurt in an hour and a half at Starbucks.

I entered Starbucks, looking around for a young man with gelled coiffed hair. I spotted him sitting by the rounded table in the back left corner of the room. He wore a black blazer over a white button up shirt with a hippo broach. I walked over to the table and sat on the stool opposite him. He already ordered for me, my coffee sitting on my side of the table.

"Wow, you look terrible." It was true. Upon getting out of the shower and looking at the mirror, I had eyebags and looked rather pale. "I know" I groaned. "I haven't seen you hung over in a while." "I'm not hungover." I took a sip of my soy milk latte. I grabbed some change out of my pocket to pay him back. He shook his head and pushed the dollar notes on my side of the table.

"What exactly did you do last night, Rachel?" he laughed. "I would tell you if I was sure about what happened." "Are you sure you weren't hungover? No one spiked your drink, did they?" I shook my head. "I never went out for drinks. I simply stayed home." Kurt was puzzled. "I know," I continued, "it doesn't make any sense. I am terribly tired today."

"Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Kurt. I'll be in top shape tomorrow" I smiled. "No, I mean…" he paused and sighed. "Rachel, don't you think it's time to get out and, I don't know, go back to dating?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Kurt." I said, softly. "No, Rachel. Listen. You haven't started properly dating after Bryce stabbed you in the back and took Jill away from you."

She dodged my kiss and looked away.

I frowned. "What's wrong?" I looked into her blue eyes, but she refused to look at me.

"Rachel" she sighed, looking down, removing my hands from her hips.

"We need to break up." She looked into my eyes. Her eyes blue and cold. Firm. Distant.

"What?" my eyebrows furrowed, my voice broke. "What did I d—"

"You didn't do anything. You're a great girl. It's no—"

"Don't give me the 'it's not you, it's me' line." I said with a hint of anger in my tone. "Just tell me.. tell me why I'm not good enough for you." I whispered to her.

I searched her face to see if she was at all conflicted. She showed no emotion as if she was not at all affected by her decision.

"I'm seeing somebody else." she said, still looking at me in the eyes. My heart dropped. "Anybody I know?" I gulped, trying to contain the tears in my eyes. She refused to answer, still looking at me in the eyes. "Bryce Larkin."

It was true. I hadn't had a proper relationship since then. I was still hung up on her. I subconsciously slipped about the break up in conversation every time Kurt tried to set me up with other people. It's why dating never worked out for me. All I really wanted was to be with her. To be with somebody that I love. Loved.

"I just want you to be happy and have somebody." He smiled sadly.

"I know. I appreciate your concern, Kurt. Thank you." I smiled softly. "It's time that I move on from Jill."

I meant it. I really did need to. I just do not know how.

"Wow. I've been out of the dating game for two years."

Kurt laughed. "Just be yourself, Rachel. As cliché as that sounds, it's true. You're a beautiful, bright, talented, kind-hearted woman."

I blushed at Kurt's compliments.

"Except for that time you sent Sunny Corazon into that crack-house."