Rachel followed Kurt hesitantly inside, and was met with a cosy, welcoming feeling that probably had a lot to do with the tasteful way the apartment was decorated. It even smelt nice, maybe some sort of diffuser or aromatherapy candles placed strategically somewhere for maximum benefit. She trailed along behind him up a sort hallway to a large living room, which was just as beautiful. It seriously put her own place to shame and next to this, it would probably look as flat and lonely as she was feeling lately. "It does help you though, right? The... nutrition stuff they give you with it, it's helping? I... only know some things about how you have been. Blaine's mostly kept it very private, which is understandable. I'm sorry you're not feeling well, I'll try to be quick with this. If you want to just get rid of me, you can say it. I won't be offended." She would be hurt and lost, but not offended.

It was only once he sat on the sofa that he must have been lying on before she interrupted knocking at his door if the mound of pillows were anything to go by. "You weren't lying down with Blaine?" she asked in surprise before she could stop herself. "You guys haven't got that far with things yet? I'm sorry, that's pushy. You don't have to answer that." She sat down stiffly on the edge of the arm chair across from him and crossed her legs over at the ankles. "Kurt, I... I don't honestly have enough appropriate words to tell you how sorry I am for what I said, and for how it made you feel. I panicked, which his no excuse. You were just bantering with me, and it was like how you always had been. I got worried you would hate me, and I would lose Blaine as a friend. But I know how important you are to him, and I was selfish. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad, I was just trying to protect myself and I'm sorry. I was an idiot. You don't have to forgive me, but if maybe we could just be civil for Blaine's sake? If he ever forgives me, that is. Or... or maybe even one day we could come to be friends...?"