Blaine´s heart skipped a beat when he saw the place name sign at the side oft he road.
LIMA.
He sighed quietly. It´s been such a long time since he left. Exactly 4 years, 11 months and 3 days. And every single day he had missed Kurt. He thought it would stop someday, but it just got worse.
Blaine parked his old, red car in front oft he Lima Bean, went in and ordered a coffee. Almost he ordered a grand non-fat mocha too, but then he realized that he was alone. Kurt wasn't his boyfriend anymore. Or his friend. Time made them become strangers.
Slowly Blaine walked to a table. Their table. And suddenly every moment came back in his head. Their first coffee date. The many others. Valentines Day. Even more coffee dates. The first I love you´s…. It felt like every time they were at the Lima Bean flashed inside of Blaine. Every time, even the last one…

-

4 years, 11 months and 7 days earlier.

Kurt and Blaine sat at their table in the Lima Bean, both silent. It felt like nothing was left to say. Blaine stared at his cup, pressing his lips together. Both knew it was time for a decision.
„When will you leave?", asked Kurt suddenly, but Blaine didn't even raised his head.
„Saturday"
He sighed quietly, still looking at his cup. He knew the look in Kurt´s eyes would make him cry. Again. There were already too many tears in the last days. Both became silent again, till Blaine heard a quiet sob. He looked up worried and watched his boyfriend, who wiped his tears away quickly. They glanced at each other, before Kurt started to speak again.
„I don´t want to end this, but it is the best for us. When you are in New York everything will be so new and exciting and…It´s your big chance, Blaine. I don´t want to stand in your way"
Blaine just shook his head, his eyes filled with tears. He wanted to say something, but his head was empty. So Kurt continued, still crying.
„It´s a sign that you won this contest, Blaine. If destiny wanted us together I would either got into NYADA or you would have lost. Please, go to New York. I want you to be happy"
A loud sob escaped from Blaine and a few people turned their heads to watch the two boys cry. Both stopped trying to hide their tears.
„But I am happy when I´m with you", Blaine whispered with a cracking voice. „You could come with me to New York and look for a job. Maybe you and Rachel move together, because I can´t take you with me in the apartment, but…"
Kurt´s hand reached for Blaine´s and squeezed it tightly.
„Blaine, next year I´ll be there, too. But at the moment, I just can´t."
Blaine´s whole body shook. It was hopeless. Blaine knew Kurt well enough to know he wouldn't change his mind. Blaine bit his lip, feeling the taste of blood in his mouth, while he slowly nodded.
So this was it. They were broken up now.
No one said a word, except the sobs. Finally Kurt stood up, went to Blaine and wrapped his arms around him tightly. Both cried at the neck of their ex, trying to forget the whole world for a few moments. But it doesn't work. With closed eyes they pressed their foreheads together, while they whispered last words.
„I love you"
„I love you too. Always"
They opened their eyes slowly, before Kurt leaned forward. When Kurt and Blaine kissed, they could taste the salty tears on their lips. They didn't care that they were still in Lima, Ohio, a city full of homophobes. All they needed was this last kiss for a long time.
„Goodbye Kurt", Blaine said quietly after the kiss when Kurt stepped back slowly.
„I keep my promises, I´m never saying goodbye to you"
Both chuckled a little bit, their cheeks still wet because oft he crying. And then Kurt just turned around an left.

-
Back in the present.

Blaine felt the pain again. It still hurt as much as it did back then. Tears burned in his eyes, his hands shook. He missed Kurt.
When Blaine took part at that model contest five years ago it was just for fun. But suddenly he won and got an apartment and several jobs in New York City. He never wanted to leave, but Kurt told him to take the opportunity. And so he did. Both of them were against a long-distance-relationship, so they decided to take a break until Kurt was able to follow Blaine to NY.
They also agreed not to contact each other, so they can feel free. Kurt promised to call Blaine after the year, but he never did. Blaine tried to contact him often, but he never got an answer. And now he was back in Lima. He decided to drive to the house of the Hummel-Hudsons, right after he finished his coffee. All the letters he wrote Burt and Carole came back unopened and nobody ever answered the phone. Blaine had even asked Rachel, but she always said the same thing.
„They have reasons"
Blaine stood up and grabbed his brown jacket. He just wanted to leave and find out why he was ignored for years, but he got stopped. Two men ran into the Lima Bean, both were wearing a black mask to hide their faces. One of them even had something what looked like a gun.
„EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR! THIS IS A HOLDUP!"
Immediately Blaine threw himself on the cold floor and closed his eyes. He heard the men screaming at a waitress and tried to stay calm. Soon it will be over, he said to himself, again and again. And if not, he would die at one of his favourites spots in the whole word. Only Dalton Academy or anywhere he could be with Kurt was better. This place felt in a weird way like home. Maybe, because his apartment in NY or the house of his parents were always less of love.
When Blaine heard the police sirens he opened his eyes. The robbers became nervous, talked fast and then one of them walked to the door.
"DON´T COME IN, WE´VE GOT HOSTAGES!"
Fuck.
Some people started crying, other guests were in shock. Blaine looked to the men again. The gun lied at a table, the robbers stood with their backs to him. He just stopped thinking. From one second to another Blaine jumped on his feet, ran to the men and attacked them from behind. In this moment he was really thankful for have been a member of the fight club at Dalton. Seconds later the robbers were on the ground and about a dozen police officers entered the Lima Bean.
The most of them took care of the guests, the others left with the robbers. Blaine sighed in relief and sat down. He could not believe what he just did. Fuck, he almost killed himself! What if they would have turned around? Or if they reached the gun? Blaine buried his face in his hands and cried without tears, till one of the police officers walked to him.
"Sir, are you okay?", he asked softly and Blaine raised his head quickly. He would never forget this voice. Or those eyes, that looked at him worried. Those eyes with the colour of the ocean after a storm. Those eyes Blaine saw every night in his dreams. Blaine nodded lightly, before he spoke with a trembling voice.
"Kurt?"