Bill talked to Kurt animatedly the entire time they were walking to his apartment. Kurt wasn't exactly paying attention though. Neither to what was being said or where Bill was actually taking him. He had checked out of the conversation when they walked out the door and started in the opposite direction of Kurt's own apartment. He knew he would be taking a taxi home anyway so it didn't really matter.

Kurt was surprised though of how much he really didn't need to pay attention to keep Bill talking. A non-committal 'yeah' or a nod of his head was enough to fuel the fire. He had never heard Bill talk so much. He didn't even know Bill could talk so much. It was sort of overwhelming, and it wasn't the distraction he had been hoping for. But spending time with Bill tonight meant less time with Rachel and Bill had offered free booze so... Who was Kurt to say no?

This was all Blaine's fault anyway. Blaine's fault that Kurt had fallen in love with him in high school. Blaine's fault for their break up. Blaine's fault for working at the coffee shop. Blaine's fault for forcing Rachel to tell him all about Kurt's job. Blaine's fault for tricking Cathy into hiring him. Yeah, everything was Blaine's fault.

How could Blaine have done this to him! Kurt knew that Blaine would know how much this would have rattled him. Bitterly Kurt came up with ideas to get back at him. Blaine thinking that Kurt would be so upset that he would've gone out to a bar to get wasted that way he could have stalked him there and taken advantage of him. Kurt laughed in his head at the thought and how even fake Blaine wasn't going to get to him tonight. Kurt was going to a friend's house for a few drinks to get his mind off of things and then going right home and crying himself to sleep.

No, Kurt wasn't going to let Blaine ruin his day anymore. He would deal with the mess at work tomorrow when it needed to be dealt with. But for right now all he needed to do was go and have fun with Bill as his company. This whole thing was actually very sweet of Bill. They weren't that close yet he had still offered to comfort Kurt when he had obviously had the day from hell. Kurt found himself thinking how glad he was that he had befriended this man.

He couldn't help but wonder why Bill had offered the invitation however. Kurt doubted he would have done the same if the situation was reversed. He just didn't know Bill that well. But he figured that it was probably his trust issues...that were once again, Blaine's fault. Everything was Blaine's fault. Bill was just an honestly good guy. Something that Kurt thought was a dying breed. He needed another guy friend. All he really had was Cathy and Rachel and while the girls were great, sometimes he just wished he had another gay guy to spend time with as friends. Maybe Bill was going to be that person...

"We're here!" Bill's even more excited voice pulled Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Really? That was fast," Kurt said looking up at the building they were standing in front of.

Bill laughed slightly. "I'm the one that should be asking 'really.' That was like a 40 minute walk. I should have offered to take a cab...sorry. I don't bring people over from work often. Or well...ever."

"Oh no! Don't worry about it. I like the exercise and fresh air. I guess that's why it seemed so quick to me." Kurt really didn't want to tell Bill that he had been in his own world the whole walk.

"That's refreshing. I thought all New Yorkers hated being outside. It's nice to find someone that I have this in common with."

"Like wise," Kurt said smiling at Bill. This was the first time Kurt noticed that he had to look up to meet Bill's eyes. Not by much, just a few inches, but still he was definitely looking up, Kurt chuckled a little.

"What? Do I have something on my face? Did a pigeon shit on me? Why are you laughing?" Bill started touching his face and looking at his shoulders.

Kurt only laughed harder, "No! No it's nothing like that. It's just...your tall." Kurt snickered again.

"I'm not that tall," Bill said furrowing his eyebrows, something odd crossing over his eyes.

"Taller than me. I consider that tall."

"You must have spent too much time with short people then," Bill said. The weird look in his eyes evaporating as he rolled them and walked toward the door of the building.

"You have no idea," Kurt muttered at his back as he followed him.

"What was that?" Bill asked has he held the door open behind him.

"Oh nothing. Just talking to myself." Kurt looked up at Bill and started laughing again. His emotions were so shot...even without the alcohol.

"Right. Okay, now it's a bit of a climb but we don't have an elevator. Just follow me, okay?"

"You got it."

Bill walked over to the bottom of the start of the staircase. It seemed to Kurt that the building was a three floor walk up like his own. He followed Bill's figure up the stairs. He tried to not check out Bill's ass, but he was only human. Plus it was like...right in front of his face. Not bad, Kurt thought to himself. Wait...that was weird, Bill was his new friend and you don't check our your friend's ass's until you had at least been friends with them for over six months. Otherwise it was weird cause you just thought about their ass... They were at the top of the stairs now.

"That was fast!" Kurt said again.

"Kurt I live at the top of a three and a half story walk up. I can hardly even make it up those stairs without panting."

"I run," Kurt said shrugging, trying desperately not to blush because the reason the walk seemed so short was because he had been thinking about Bill's ass the whole time.

"You never stop surprising me," Bill said smiling. And this time Kurt couldn't help but blush.

"Let's hope that continues to be a good thing."

Bill just smiled smugly and walked over to the only door on this floor. He reached inside of his front pocket and pulled out his keys. The door was unlocked quickly and Kurt followed Bill inside.

The front door seemed to lead directly into the kitchen area. It was small. Enough room for a fridge and a sink with a very small amount of counter space. A microwave was placed directly over the sink on the wall and in the meeting corner a small oven was nestled. A small table filled up most of the space with two mismatching chairs on either end.

Bill snaked his way around the table as he threw his keys on it. Kurt didn't know what else to do but to follow him. Bill lead them to the living room area which was bigger than the kitchen. A couch was pushed up against the wall that they had walked in on and a TV was on the opposite side of the room. A hallway lead down deeper into the apartment on the wall with the TV and the and the kitchen wall.

Kurt thought it was odd that you couldn't see into the kitchen from the living room but to each his own. However, he knew how claustrophobic the space would have made him. As he continued to survey the room, he saw clothes everywhere. The small table in front of the couch was littered with opened and tipped over beer cans and a half eaten bag of potato chips. It was messy, but it smelled and appeared clean overall. Kurt had certainly been in worse.

"Umm," Bill started clearing his throat and following Kurt's gaze, "sorry it's kinda of a pit. It's just I don't normally have people over and I live alone. And work has such long hours I only get time to clean on the weekends and it's Wednesday and...yeah..." He finished lamely.

Kurt laughed. Something about Bill made him laugh. "Don't worry about it. I've been in far worse. Trust me."

Bill colored, "Right. Well. Here." He started to rush around the room picking up his clothes. After he had made a person sized spot on the couch he started carrying the pile to the hall.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'm just gonna throw this stuff in my room."

"Okay," Kurt said cheerily as he sat down gently on the couch. He watched Bill come back into the room and come back over to the couch. Bill started to pick up more clothes and he got most of the rest in his arms and retreated back down the hallway. Kurt sat back now that there was room.

Bill walked back in and flopped himself down on his couch and put his feet up on the table. He looked over at Kurt and laughed. Kurt was sitting rigidly with his feet planted on the floor and his back hardly even touching the back of the sofa.

"Kurt, I said relax! This is a no stress zone so...relax."

Kurt leaned back fully on the back of the couch. "Sorry. I don't go out very much and it's been a long time since I've been friends with another guy that isn't my step brother."

"I didn't know you had a step brother. What's he like?"

Kurt laughed, feeling himself relax into the couch more. "His name is Finn. He's 26, like me. We went to high school together actually. I set his mom and my dad up on a date in a horrible attempt to get him to be interested in me. The things we do when we're young, huh?"

Bill nodded, "What does he do now?"

"Well he and my roommate Rachel break up and get together every few years and they just had a falling out. He was living with us but now he is back in Ohio living at my old house with our parent's. He's in between jobs right now as well. But he said he's gonna start helping out more in the auto shop that my dad owns 'cause he just can't keep up with it anymore."

"You have a good relationship now?"

"Yeah. We do. It's nice. But still...I need a guy friend that isn't my brother. Preferably someone who's gay, someone that I can talk to, you know? Cause girls are great-"

"But they don't really get it. I totally understand what you mean. But that new Joshua guy is gay right? Maybe the three of us could get together sometime." There was an edge in Bill's voice that Kurt couldn't place, and he didn't care enough to try.

Kurt winced. "I-I don't think that's a very good idea. Oh and you might as well know. Joshua is his first name but everybody calls him Blaine."

"He seemed really interested in the job. And in you," Bill added, the harshness in his voice increasing.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes Kurt forced a small smile, "Well Blaine is a very...intense individual. He knows what he wants."

"You sound like you have a past with him."

This time Kurt could not stop the snort that came out, "Let's just say it's something that is better off forgotten."

Bill smiled at that as he stood up from the couch, "And let's do that with that vodka I mentioned."

"That sounds perfect," Kurt laughed.

Smiling even wider Bill turned around and walked to through doorway to the kitchen so Kurt couldn't see him. Kurt sighed in relief. He had come here to get away from Blaine, not talk about him more.

"Hey, Kurt. I've got orange juice, cranberry juice and Sprite. Do you have a preference?" Bill's voice called from the kitchen, muffled through the wall.

"Umm, I've never had it with Sprite, I'll give that a try." Kurt thought the harsh carbonation and the burn of the vodka would sting his throat terribly but that's what he wanted.

"You got it!" Bill yelled back.

Kurt looked at the glasses in Bill's hands when he came back into the room. Small and clear, they had a few ice cubes in each and bubbly liquid. Bill sat back down on the couch and handed Kurt a glass.

"I should warn you of something before I drink this," Kurt said sadly.

"Oh God, what?" Bill said looking like he wanted to snatch the glass back out of Kurt's hand mixed with something that Kurt would call arousal if he didn't know better.

"When I drink...my emotions go a little haywire. Like whatever emotion I'm feeling gets exaggerated greatly and since I've been pissed off all day...I might end up screaming at you. But just know that it's nothing against you...just the alcohol."

Bill surprised Kurt by laughing, "Oh don't worry about it! I'll take care of you and calm you down if that happens. Plus it's a week day I'm not planning on getting hammered tonight and I doubt you are either. So don't fret." He patted Kurt's shoulder reassuringly.

"Just warning you," Kurt shrugged and took his first sip.

Three drinks later and Kurt actually was feeling pretty hammered, as well as pretty pissed off. The drinks seemed to burn his throat and stomach a little more every time and Kurt's hazy brain could just figure out that they were getting stronger. Which was making Kurt angrier.

"What did you do to this!" Kurt slur-screamed at Bill. "This drink is killing my throat!"

Somewhere in the back of his mind Kurt felt bad for yelling at Bill, especially since he was sitting right next to him on the couch.

"You wanted to forget. I'm helping you forget him, Kurt." Bill said looking pleased and smug.

"Oh." Kurt said quietly before he remembered what Blaine had done, "I hate him."

"Now is not a time for hating, baby. Just relax and forget all about him. Someone that looks like you should never be with a frizzyhobbit like that."

"He's just so..." Kurt waved his hand in the air trying to come up with the right word, "Blaine. Ya know?"

"Just forget about him. Let go of everything that happened today."

"You have no idea what he did to me." Kurt all but growled thinking of the way he had almost kissed him. When Bill looked confused Kurt decided to show him.

"Here, I'll show you." Kurt scooted closer to Bill and put his face a few inches away like Blaine had done to him earlier in the day. Kurt could see Bill's eyes trying to focus on his face and failing.

"He got this close to me," Kurt whispered now, "and told me I still have feelings for him. And you know what I wanted to do to him, Bill?"

"What did you want to do?" Bill's voice was deeper than Kurt had ever heard it and he was whispering to.

"I wanted to kiss him."

And before Kurt could lean away from Bill, Bill's mouth was on his. Stunned Kurt gasped and opened his mouth which Bill only took as an invitation. He moaned as he stuck his tongue deep into Kurt's mouth. Moving fast and hot all through it. And before Kurt was aware of what he was doing, he was kissing Bill back.

His hands went up into Bill's hair and he pressed his face closer to his own. He heard Bill inhale deeply as hands found Kurt's face and Bill started pulling him closer as well. Kurt's tongue started fighting against Bill's for dominance which Bill gave over quickly. He shoved his tongue into Bill's mouth and started his own exploration. He moaned deep in the back of his throat at the taste of alcohol in Bill's mouth.

Kurt's tongue started to thrust in and out of the mouth it was currently occupying. It had been a long time since Kurt had kissed anybody like this. His hands were shaking in Bill's hair. But the taste of Bill was like a drug and he just needed, more. He whined when Bill tore his lips away from Kurt's.

"I wasn't done!" Kurt said angrily. But he felt Bill chuckle against the side of his neck. And soon Bill's tongue was licking from his ear lobe down to the top of the collar on his button up. Slowly licking up and down and then he started to bite at the skin here and there. Kurt groaned and tilted his head to give Bill better access. But he really wanted Bill to suck hard on his ear lobe, why wasn't he? Blaine would have know to-

Kurt pulled on Bill's hair hard. Pulling him away from the side of his neck and reconnecting their mouths. Bill took back control of the kiss as he sucked Kurt's tongue into his own mouth. He sucked around it hard and moaned, the vibrations traveling right to Kurt's cock. He let out a harsh breath that went directly into Bill's mouth.

Then Bill was starting to push him back. Kurt let his body be moved and didn't fight it. Bill was now hovering over top of him, still sucking on Kurt's tongue. Soon he started to slow the kiss and that wasn't good enough for Kurt so he fought back control. He licked at Bill's bottom lip and then slowly brought his tongue back into the other's mouth, tickling the roof of it. He slid back out and repeated the same motion a few more times until Bill was shaking above him.

"God Kurt," Bill's voice was still in that deeper octave, "I've wanted to do this for so long."

Bill groaned out the two words and slowly let his hips fall. Kurt could feel how hard Bill was through their pants when their aroused cock's came in contact and a cold shudder shot through Kurt's body. He suddenly stopped participating in the kiss that he hadn't realized had already been resumed.

Slowly Kurt became aware that it wasn't Bill's thigh that his body was unconsciously thrusting against, but his hand. He tore his mouth away in shock and his eyes opened wide, darting all around the dark room. This wasn't what he wanted... When Bill started to undo the button of his pants Kurt finally took action.

"Get off me!" Kurt all but screamed.

Bill climbed off of Kurt and Kurt scooted the opposite end of the couch. "Kurt? Kurt, baby, what's wrong? What did I do? We can slow down. I don't mind going slow."

Bill lunged at him again but Kurt stood up quicker. Bill just ended up doing a face plant into the arm of the couch.

"Ow," Bill said turning over and looking up at Kurt confused.

"I-I-I need to go home now." Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. Already starting to feel sick with what had just happened.

"Kurt? I'm so sorry! Don't go. Stay with me." Bill climbed off the couch slowly and then started at Kurt with his arms open.

"Don't touch me!" Kurt shrieked and ran to the other side of the room. He kept running out the door and down the stairs. He didn't stop running until he was out of the building and into the cold night air.

Tears started to prick to Kurt's eyes as he turned and started walking in the direction he hoped was home. All of that was not enough to completely sober him up and he really hoped that he wasn't staggering. But he just kept walking, and soon he heard a car pull up next to him.

He looked over and saw that it was a taxi. Kurt almost wanted to sob with how relieved he was. The window on the passenger side rolled down and the cabbie leaned across.

"You Kurt?"

"Yes? Why?"

"Cab's paid for. Some guy called and told me to take you where ever you wanted to go."

"Oh thank God!" Kurt pulled open the back door and lunged inside telling the driver his address. He slumped up against the seat and did his best not to cry during the ride. Even though a few tears managed to slip out despite his best efforts.

He finally made it home and got out of the taxi. Pulling open the door to his building Kurt slowly walked up the stairs. Tears clouding his vision. It seemed like a miracle when he got to the top of the second floor. Kurt inched his way over to open the door, thankfully it was unlocked.

"Kurt! Oh my God! Kurt? What happened!" Rachel started yelling right away.

"Go away Rachel." Kurt muttered and walked by her, ignoring her yells. He walked right to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. Kurt flopped down onto his bed and started sobbing, crying himself to sleep.