There are 2 important things that Kurt Hummel took notice of as he stood out in the cold streets of New York:
1) He was completely lost.
2) This wasn't his cellphone.
The first thing would have been okay if he had had his phone, but the phone currently sitting in his hands was certainly not his. When he turned it on, his usual wallpaper of him and his best friend, Rachel Berry, had been replaced by a group shot of 20 or so boys in navy blue and red blazers. He tried to think back to earlier that night, retracing the steps that could have possibly landed himself in this situation, but the alcohol buzzing in his brain was certainly not helping. Thankfully remembering that he had Mercedes's number memorized, he tried to unlock the phone, only to be stopped short when it asked for a password. Cursing under his breath, he looked up to see where he was. Mercedes & Rachel were long gone from the bar he was currently at. I knew he shouldn't have stayed longer, he thought to himself.
Knowing it wouldn't do him good to stay any longer, he tried waving down a taxi to take him home. After a couple of failed attempts, a yellow car finally stopped on the curb to let him in. He sighed gratefully and opened the door, sliding into the backseat. The door shut with a loud bang, the sound making his head pound.
"Where to?" the driver asked him from the front seat.
Kurt rattled off the address, already closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the seat. He again mentally cursed to himself for drinking too much like a blithering idiot. His hangover was certainly not going to go easy on him tomorrow. The car pulled away from the curb and back onto the busy streets of New York. For a while he stared out the window as he passed by the unfamiliar surroundings, still trying to place where he was exactly. Sometime during the trip, he felt his consciousness starting to fade. Resting his head back against the seat, he began closing his eyes. Before he had the chance to fully drift away though, the cab stopped abruptly and he opened his eyes to see that he was in front of his apartment complex on the Upper East Side. He fumbled with his wallet and proceeded to thrust some money out to the driver, silently thanking himself that he went to the ATM earlier that day. He stumbled out of the car, shutting the door of the cab, and once again shuddering when the loud noise made his head throb. The cab pulled away as he walked into the lobby of their complex. The doorman let him in, greeting him as he entered. He made his way over to the elevator, jabbing the button to open the doors. They opened seconds later, revealing Albert, the elevator operator.
"Evening Mr. Hummel," he greeted him as he entered the elevator. He nodded silently as the doors shut behind them with a ding. After a moment, Albert pulled out a special key from his pocket as he realized that Kurt wasn't pulling out his. He pushed the key into a slot, turned it, and the elevator slowly began its descent to the top floor. Finally, the doors opened to his penthouse and he sighed gratefully once more, mumbling a thank you to Albert before walking inside. The house was quiet and most of the lights were off, except for a small light in the entryway. It was just enough to light the way. He assumed that Mercedes and Rachel had already crashed for the night, not bothering to wait up for him. He made his way down the hall to his bedroom, opening the door and making his way over to the bed. He didn't bother to wash his face as he tried with much effort to strip down to just his black boxers. He slipped into his cool bed and snuggled into the covers as he set the phone he had accidentally acquired on his nightstand. He never heard the phone ring.
6 HOURS EARLIER
"For the last time, Mercedes. I'm not going out tonight." He was laying on a bed, surrounded by various papers thrown in messy piles in their New York penthouse as he searched for a specific one. He had been going through their sheet music for the past few days, trying to distract himself from everything that was going on around him. He didn't want to give himself a chance to wonder about the call he was hoping to get soon.
