A year ago, just months ago, he probably would've taken her up on it, without a second thought. But for some reason, he couldn't get Kurt's voice out of his goddamn head. He couldn't forget that disappointed look on the kid's face.

"Yeah, well. Maybe I don't want to be yours," Curt said, taking a sip of his drink. Taking out his wallet, he put enough money on the bar for himself and to cover her. "Go home, Beca."