I started this story wayy before the Anderberry craze. So...HA. I win. I'm awesome. Enough said.

But I deserve to be stoned to death. Please don't, though. No yelling. :/ I apologize greatly. Life sucks, doesn't it? Anyway, it's now second semester of freshman year so I'm in the groove of things. Hopefully I'll continue the story with vigor. Until then is a long overdue chapter two. While it's short, I think it'll pacify you until I have time to write a decent one.

Chapter Two: I Call You Up When I Know He's At Home

Later that night, Kurt dialed the number Rachel gave him carefully, praying someone would answer. He looked around his immaculate room and listened to the dial tone. A bright, peppy voice answered, "Hello, this is the Berry-Anderson residence, Blaine speaking."

"Hey, Blaine, it's Kurt," he said, voice a tad higher than normal. He felt the breath rush out of his lungs. "Could you go get Rachel and tell her I'm on the phone?"

"Sure!" He answered. Then Kurt heard Blaine rustle around, apparently trying to find Rachel.

"Hey, Kurt!" She said. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey! What's up?"

Kurt's face paled as he heard her answer, "Picking out my outfit for school tomorrow."

He put his hand on his forehead and was about to render unconscious because, Lord, her outfits were god awful. He'd known her for a day and he was already repulsed by her wardrobe. "Would you like my help?"

"Sure," Rachel said, sounding taken aback. "Do you Skype?"

Kurt responded with a "Yes, my username is KurtHummel," and turned his computer on. He watched as Rachel added him and the two began a call. She waved excitedly and Kurt secretly wondered if she'd ever had a friend to help her pick out an outfit. People at school didn't seem to like her too much.

"Okay, so should I wear the pink and gray striped sweater with the black skirt and the black loafers, or the polka dot dress with the red checked sweater and cute little blue boat shoes?" Rachel asked, holding up equally horrendous outfits.

Kurt sighed. "Do you own a non-patterened sweater or shirt?"

Rachel nodded. "Blaine buys me some for Christmas each year."

"Pull them out of your closet."

She pulled out a babydoll, off-white, sleeveless flowy shirt and a dark blue blouse. Both were extremely fashionable. "Okay, now pull out a bright colored cardigan." She pulled out a bright red and bright green cardigan. Kurt mused. "Try the green over the off-white."

She did and she squealed. "That is really cute! I might have some jeans in my closet..."

Kurt grinned as Rachel managed to pull together a decent looking outfit. "Good job. You'll look fabulous tomorrow and when people asked what happened, you can say my name."

The conversation was interrupted when Blaine walked into the room, wearing a white v-neck and skinny jeans. "Rach, Dad and Daddy say it's time to eat..." He glanced at the computer. "Hi, Kurt!"

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said, feeling his face heat up. Crap. His pale skin was so obvious.

"Well, I have to go," Rachel said. "See you tomorrow!"

The call was ended.