Media: Fanfic
Title: Live For The Moment
Authors: arcofrainbows & 14thfairytale(AKA bowtiewearingowl)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really.
Word Count: + (+ so far)
Warnings: Some language
A/N: This will be updated every Wednesday and is nine parts long. It will be updated on , Scarves and Coffee, and Livejournal.

Summary: Kurt is waiting for his boyfriend to propose when he receives a mysterious text warning him to get out of that relationship. Fast. He then find out he is getting dating advice from himself—ten years in the future. (AU)

Chapter Six: Drunk Texting Can Be Your Friend

To unknown: Why didn't you warn me?

From unknown: Because you needed to know.

To unknown: Then you of all people should understand how much this hurts.

From unknown: I do. But there's a reason behind all of this.

To unknown: I can't deal with this right now. Don't talk to me again.

From unknown: I'm sorry.

Kurt felt that anxious bubble of panic rising in his throat all the way home. Once there he was alone, which while surprising, was nice. And horrible. He wanted a shoulder to cry on, damnit!

He stormed through the house and into his room, dropping onto the bed and pulling the pillow close to his chest. Everything that he hadn't thought about before now came to the forefront of his mind and it hurt. Why the hell was Patrick having an affair with their boss? How long had this been going on? While he was still seeing Patrick?

His knees curled up to his chest and he shoved his face into the pillow harder, trying to block out all the sounds.

Half an hour later the door opened and closed. "Anyone here?" Santana called. Kurt didn't move or call out. His voice refused to work. Santana found him a moment or two later. "Kurt? Listen, I know I said I was going to be here all day but the cleaners came and they finished pretty fast so I thought, why not go shopping for a few hours and I know you're thinking, where are my bags, well—Kurt? What's wrong?" He felt her body weighing down the bed beside him. "Kurt?"

"I saw him."

"Who?

"Patrick."

"That's it? Patrick. I thought we agreed that he wasn't worth thinking about. Or is this like the second wave of breakup pain? Because I've never experienced that and I don't know what to do so let's call Quinn—"

Kurt sat up and threw the pillow aside. "I saw him practically having sex with my boss in the filing closet."

Santana stared at him for a moment before it seemed to register with her. "That dick! Hold up, I'm in the agency. Those models may be tiny but they can throw a mean punch. I can get them to his apartment in five minutes."

Kurt's forehead dropped into his hands. "Don't call the long-leg mob." His voice hitched in his throat. "I can't believe he did this to me."

Santana awkwardly wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Are you more upset about the fact that he was probably cheating on you with your boss, or…?"

"I'm upset that he was with a woman! Do you know how much it hurts to know that the guy that you spent so long with moved on with a woman?" Kurt moaned.

The door opened and closed, "Kurt? Santana? Anyone home?"

"We're in here!" Santana called, sounding horribly uncomfortable. Quinn appeared in the doorway and the moment she saw the state that Kurt was in her hands flew to her hips.

"Okay, what did you do?" She asked, her voice accusatory.

Santana's hands went up and she shook her head. "Not my fault this time. Kurt found Patrick making out with his boss." Quinn's expression fell and she rushed to sit next to Kurt, using her hip to push Santana out of the way so she could bundle Kurt up in her arms.

She rocked him back and forth, and he would have felt ridiculous if he hadn't been so heartbroken. "What we need tonight is a girls' night." Quinn stated authoritatively, rubbing his back. "Ice cream, lava cake, sad movies filled with vindication."

"And vodka." Santana added, crossing her legs loftily.

Kurt nuzzled his face into Quinn's shoulder. "I don't want to think about Patrick anymore. I can't believe he would do this to me." Kurt hiccupped again, his face wet with tears.

Santana frowned at him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "The best way to get over something like this is to get drunk again. You know, take a bit of the hair of the dog that bit you."

"You want me to get drunk again so I forget today even happened?"

Santana smirked at him, glancing to Quinn for only a moment. "Not just drunk. I want you to get totally smashed."

Quinn glared over her shoulder at the girl. "Vodka solves nothing. Remember what happened last night?"

Santana fluttered her hand. "That's because we asked too many people over. Tonight it's just going to be us. I'll go to the liquor store now."

Quinn's eyes tracked Santana as she got up from the bed. "How do you know it's what Kurt wants? Maybe he doesn't want to get drunk."

Kurt sat up quickly, wrenching Quinn's arms from his neck. "Getting drunk is exactly what I need right now. That and an entire cheesecake."

"I can get both. But just know, as you stuff your little chipmunk cheeks full of cheesecake I will be recording all of it so that you can feel the full weight of your choices." She waggled her fingers at them and flounced out the door.

Quinn grabbed Kurt's shoulders and forced him to look at her. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Kurt nodded once as his phone beeped, alerting him to a message. He checked his phone, feeling his heart beat a little faster when he realized that it was from Blaine.

From Blaine: How has your day been so far? I was sad that I didn't see you today. :)

Quinn glanced over his shoulder. "Blaine from Whole Foods?" Kurt nodded. "You've been talking a lot lately?" Kurt nodded again.

"He's a really nice guy." He said, texting back a quick message.

To Blaine: It's been a hectic morning with a rather tragic ending.

Quinn took Kurt's face in her hands and made him look at her. "Have you ever thought that Blaine-?"

Kurt knew where she was going with this and shook his head. "He's sweet, but right now I think he only sees me as the guy who walks past the store every morning."

"He's also the guy who sat with you and ate pita chips and hummus after hours when you were feeling at your worst." She nodded to the phone knowingly and got up off the bed. "I'm going to scrounge up movies and sweets for our girls night before Santana gets back."

From Blaine: Well, the day is over. Take some time for yourself to rest. I will talk to you later.

To Blaine: Thank you, Blaine.

They got to work, Quinn giving him little time to even sink back into this ennui of his. They pulled out the ice cream and some cookies that Quinn had made earlier in the week. Santana came back with a full cheesecake and a couple bottles of liquors that looked vaguely poisonous. Behind her stood a pretty little blonde with a rather vague look on her face.

"Bottoms up!" She called happily.

Quinn's arms crossed over her chest. "And who is this?"

Santana glanced nonchalantly behind her. "This is Brittany."

"And why is she here?"

"I mentioned our girls night and she pointed out that she's a girl and I invited her." Brittany slipped past Santana to sidle up to Kurt.

"But you're not a girl." The blonde stated, her voice light.

Kurt stared at her for a moment, trying to see if she was serious. "No, I'm not. It's just a phrase."

"Oh. Are you the one that we're trying to cheer up? Your boyfriend broke your heart?"

Kurt glanced to Santana, wondering what she'd told the girl. "Yes, he did."

"So you're a dolphin?" Brittany asked. At everyone's silence she continued. "Dolphins are gay sharks. I'm a dolphin too. I didn't think I was in the beginning but then I realized I really liked Santana's sweet lady kisses."

Kurt found the girl's absurdity sweet and he laughed, taking one of the beers that Santana had brought and gave it to her. "Well, um, this is Quinn." Quinn wiggled her fingers at Brittany, looking vaguely amused. "Welcome to our 'Patrick is an ass' girls night." Brittany opened her bottle and gulped down the majority of it in one swig.

Santana threw up a great cry and shoved a bottle in Kurt's hand and put on the generic romcom DVD that Kurt and Quinn had picked out.

About halfway through his first glass Kurt called out, "I swear, these past two weeks I've drunk more than I ever have in my entire life!"

Santana glanced at her glass and nodded once. "This has actually been a light week for me."

"When I get drunk I take my clothes off." Brittany spoke up from the floor where the top few buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned already. Santana's eyebrows lifted to her hair line.

"I would love to see what your liver looks like." Quinn said, shying away from downing her glass of alcohol seeing as she had class in the morning. She kept her gaze away from the other blonde and instead looked over the room as if afraid that another party like the one they'd thrown earlier would erupt.

"It probably looks like it had fun in high school. Unlike yours." Santana sniped back, which set Kurt into a fit of giggles. When he finally recovered he lifted his glass.

"Ladies! Ladies!" The girls grinned at him and quieted down. "Thank you for this evening. As much as I know that I am going to regret this tomorrow, I am enjoying myself right now. I've even forgotten my jackass of an ex. Oh." The moment he said that every came flooding back and his expression fell. "Oh."

Santana immediately saw the change in his mood and shook her head, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at her. "No! Don't you dare slide back on us Hummel. Take another shot." She grabbed one of the little glasses and forced it into his hand.

Kurt hesitated for one minute before tossing it back and letting the thick warmth seep into every corner of his body.

His happiness didn't last long as he frowned again into the bottom of the glass. "You know, Patrick hated vodka. Said it tasted like nail polish remover."

"Aren't they the same thing?" Brittany asked. Santana patted her stomach, the closest part of the girl to Santana's hand.

"Kurt. You need to stop thinking of him. He's a horrible person. Quinn agrees with me."

Kurt turned to look at Quinn who had fallen into a soft dazed state where her eyes were trained on a piece of crumbling molding. Santana nudged her violently and she jerked back to reality. "Yes! Completely. Tastes like nail polish remover."

Kurt sighed. "I don't really like vodka either. We had that in common." Santana pushed another drink into Kurt's hand. When she wasn't looking he grabbed his phone and began to text. He needed to tell someone what had happened. Someone who wouldn't shove a glass of vodka into his hand when he opened his mouth.

The pattern continued that each time Kurt fell into a state of depression until finally Kurt was stretched across the couch and almost asleep, clutching his phone in his hand. His head was cradled in Brittany's lap as she brightly played with the tips of Kurt's hair. Santana watched him with a small frown on her face. Quinn came up behind her, offering her a class of champagne.

"He's going to be okay."

"I know he's going to be fine. He's just being a baby." Santana scoffed.

Quinn rolled her eyes at the woman. "You know, you may act like a bitch. But I know that you care."

Santana turned and glared at Quinn. "Don't you have papers to grade?" Quinn sighed and patted Santana's shoulder and turned to go to her room.

Kurt's phone began ringing and Brittany immediately picked it up. "Blaine?" She asked, glancing to Santana.

Santana's eyebrows rose "Oh really now? Gayboy's little produce man? Hand it to me." Brittany glanced down at it then at Kurt, obviously trying to figure out how to get out from under Kurt. The phone rang again and she answered it without thinking. "Hello?"

Santana could hear Blaine's muffled confusion and grinned. Brittany tilted her head to the side. "Kurt's asleep on my lap. He has the softest hair, softer than my hair even though I follow what the bottle tells me. Rinse and repeat. But I stop when my arms get tired of scrubbing." There was a hollow silence on the other end.

Santana sighed and settled on the arm of the couch, grabbing the phone from the woman. "Hello?"

"Kurt?"

"No, this is Santana. How can I help you?" She smirked, crossing her legs.

"I um, Kurt sent me this text earlier. He said something about walking in on-"

"His boss and ex? Yeah, hit him hard so we brought out the booze. We should have taken his phone away but it'll be more fun to watch his reaction in the morning when he sees just what he drunk texted."

Blaine paused. "Isn't that a little mean?"

"Please. Without me Polly Pocket would be an emotional wreck. He had no backbone when we first met."

There was a huffy sigh on the other end and Santana smirked down at Brittany, letting her fingers tickle the back of Brittany's neck, getting her a dopey smile from the other girl. "Fine. I just wanted to make sure he was okay-"

"What's your angle?" Santana broke in.

"Huh?" Blaine replied eloquently.

"I just want to know what your deal is. You obviously have something for him since you keep texting him and talking to him and checking to make sure he's okay after a poor-poor-pitiful-me drunk dialing session. I bet you were hoping that he was giving you the opening to slip in after telling you about his boss. Wanted to play the white knight, right?"

"No, I-"

Santana got up and walked a few feet away, grinning devilishly. "Don't deny it. Other guys wouldn't want to get involved in this, especially when he's so wasted. It's a little pathetic actually."

"What are you getting at?" Blaine sounded exasperated and tired and angry. The perfect mix. "I didn't call Kurt just to get accosted by some obnoxious roommate."

Santana shrugged and turned back to Kurt who was smiling dopily as Brittany brushed her fingers through his bangs while she smiled out into thin air. She was obviously entertaining herself. "I'm just saying that if you don't get a move on him, he's going to move on and you'll be left in the dust, remembered only as the ridiculously tiny-waisted shelf stocker at Whole Foods."

There was a small pause on the other line until Blaine finally said. "So, what do you suggest?"

[xXx]

Kurt woke up the next morning like he'd been hit by a steamroller. Santana looked very close to the same shape when he went outside. He settled next to her and lowered his head tenderly to the surface. "What happened to being the queen of drinking?" He asked snarkily, his voice hoarse.

"Britt-britt and I did body shots after you passed out." Kurt groaned and Santana continued, "So, what are your plans for work now?"

"I don't know and it's too early to think about that."

Santana shrugged and sipped her coffee. "If you ask me, I think you should go out on your own."

Kurt turned his head a little to glare at her. "What part of too early did you not get." She sent him a snotty look and he looked away, the light streaming in from the window behind her head bothering him too much. "Did I do anything I will regret later?"

"Mmm." He turned quickly to glare at her and she gave him a very innocent look in reply. "I'll let you figure that out for yourself." She slid his phone toward him and his eyes widened. He sat up so fast the room spun but he didn't care as he thumbed through his most recent messages.

To Blaine: at work 2day i walked inon my jackassess ex bf and my boss makin out in our spply room i make copies in there!

From Blaine: I'm so sorry Kurt! Is there anything I can do to help?

From Blaine: Are you okay?

From Blaine: I'm going to call as soon as I get off my shift.

From Blaine: Kurt?

From Blaine: That's it. I don't care if I'm at work. I'm calling you.

He quickly went to his call log and found one received call from Blaine. Wait. Received?

Kurt twisted to glare at Santana. "Did you answer my phone?"

Santana smirked at him archly. "No. Brittany did."

Stumbling to his feet Kurt quickly tried to call Blaine back, desperate to find out what Brittany and/or Santana had said to the other boy. He hurried out of the room, dragging his robe higher up on his shoulder, cursing himself for buying silk.

The phone began ringing as the doorbell chimed and Kurt hustled to drag open the door, wincing as the sun hit his eyes. When he was able to clear his vision he was startled to see an equally alarmed looking Blaine, whose phone was lifted to his ear. "Morning, um, Kurt. Rough night?"

"Why in the world are you here?" Kurt blurted, realizing what he'd just said and clapped his hand to his mouth, wide-eyed.

[xXx][xXx][xXx]

Excerpt from Chapter Seven—"Sometimes Friends Get in the Way": (Sorry! No excerpt today. There will be one on the next chapter's excerpt though!)

A/N: I am so sorry for missing the past two updates! I had less time to write than usual seeing as my family got some really bad news and I was helping Susan and Adrienne and a few of the other girls move out of the dorms. I'm still at school until the end of May and seeing as my only close friends here are in Wyoming, I'll probably have a lot more time to write. Oh not. Because I'm a lazy bum. But really, I will make it my goal to have chapter seven ready to go by next wednesday!

Once again, thank you to everyone who's been reading and keeping up to date with what's going on and wishing me well. You all are amazing. Also, once again, this story is based off the Youtube (also found on Hulu) miniseries 'Dating Rules from My Future Self.