It had been years, but Kurt couldn't break his promise. He'd reassured him in his letters, in his emails and in phone calls that he'd be there to meet him. To welcome him back to America.
So he did as he promised. He was stood at the gate, subconsciously getting onto the tip of his toes to see over the heads of everyone who walked past. The plane had only just come in, but his anxiety became overwhelming. He couldn't miss him. Not anymore.
Maybe he would look different. How would Kurt even recognise him anymore? He might be taller. Or his hair might be completely shaved away. Small things often make the biggest difference.
But in his cloud of doubt, that's when he appeared. Still in his uniform, his black curls still there, gelled down. His eyes were searching and Kurt's heart swelled as he ran, pushing through everyone.
Their eyes connected.
"Kurt!" He shouted, emotion clogging his throat.
They collided, arms wrapping around each other strongly. They couldn't let go again. Not again.
"I love you so much." Kurt said into his neck.
"I love you too," He replied. "Never again. Never again."
He was here. In his arms again like he'd been dreaming of for years since he'd first left for war. The shock, the emotion and the love became too much and Kurt began to cry, hard, into his shoulder, repeating the same word.
Blaine.