A Part of Something Special

Kurt

I didn't really want to leave the airport. Someone had to escort Allen and I out because I was crying so hard. On the way home, I stopped at Kurt's. Whenever Finn leaves or we fight, I go there to talk. When I arrived and knocked on the door a three year old opened it. "Hi Aubrey," "Hi," she said in a voice higher pitched than Kurt's. "Daddy!" She yelled. I walked inside with Allen, following Aubrey. Kurt and Blaine were in the kitchen making lunch. "Rachel, oh my, what's wrong?" Kurt pleaded. He could always tell when something was wrong with me. "Finn left," he took Allen out of my hands and put him in the basinet they have for their eight month old. "We're gonna go upstairs," Kurt called, leading me to the second story of their gorgeous apartment they got when Kurt became chief editor of "Vogue." Kurt took me into, what they called, the movie room. It had playbills and posters of some of the best movies and shows in history, from "Funny Girl," to "Wicked," to the "Sound of Music." I sat down as he grabbed two martinis from the mini bar in the back of the room. He handed me one and we sat down. I told him about the last two weeks. How we fought a bunch of times and then made up with amazing sex. And when we got to the airport he changed his mind about going and stupidly convinced him he should. Kurt listened and gave advice like he always does, comforting me more than even Finn can sometimes.Then we hugged it out and sang "Take me or Leave me," in his sound proof movie room and went downstairs to have lunch with Blaine and our three kids.