I stared blankly at my reflection in the full-length mirror of the hotel room. I held up one pair of skinny jeans, and then another, and another. None of them seemed right. Maybe the khaki shorts I had packed? I rummaged through the various articles of clothing that were strewn in no particular order in my duffel bag. I held up the khaki shorts, and then crinkled my nose, mouthing 'no' to myself. I grabbed the pair of darkwash skinny jeans and tugging them on. They would have to work.

After a bit more searching, I pulled out a plain white button-down shirt and putting it on. Tucking the ends into the jeans, and then rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. As a last moment decision, I tugged on a black vest.

I ran my fingers through my toussled hair, making sure it looked alright. I was ready, and I looked alright. I was good to go. However, I dropped down onto the cheap hotel bed, holding my head in my hands.

'Maybe I shouldn't go,' I said aloud to myself. I placed my chin in my hand, and then shook my head. I was being stupid. I needed to go. After slipping my sock-clad feet into a pair of old converse, I grabbed my messenger bag and exited the hotel room. As I exited to the main lobby, the manager, who stood at the check-in counter, nodded his head politely and offered a smile.

I walked outside, the cool air of Lima, Ohio hitting me. It was April, so it was a bit chilly but not enough to need a sweater. I approached my car, unlocking the doors and then sliding inside. Sticking the key in the ignition, I pulled out of my parking spot and began to drive along the familiar road. I knew I was stupid for coming back here. But, I needed answers. I needed confirmation for myself that... well, I wasn't completely sure of what I needed yet.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, but I did not acknowledge it. I hardly heard the radio playing in the background, playing some Top 40's hit I wasn't familiar with. I wondered quietly to myself what James would think of me coming here today. Well, he knew I had returned to Lima for a few days, though he was not sure why.

'No, I just need to visit my dad and my brother and my old friends. Get some shopping done... make sure they're all attending the wedding,' I had said with a chuckle.

James, whose strong hand was resting on my hip as we laid together in bed, let out a long sigh, 'I wish I could go with you, babe, but-'

'No, no,' I had said hurriedly. I watched the confusion cloud his features, 'I mean it'd be nice if you could come, but I know... I mean, I know you're busy with this trial.'

James was an incredibly successful lawyer. That didn't surprise anyone at all. He was handsome, charming, and was completely able to support me. I loved him. Truly, I did.

So when he had called me this afternoon as I sat in my hotel room, giving myself a pep talk, I told him that I hadn't yet seen my dad, or any of my friends. I said I had gotten some shopping done, and that I was gonna grab some lunch and then possibly head to an old friend's house. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Right?

I continued along down the path I was all too familiar with. As I drove along, I hardly took my eyes off the path I drove along. I didn't look at the trees, the river that traveled down the left side of the road. I didn't acknowledge the lack of houses, or general people driving along this old path.

There was a break in the trees, and I gulped down air. As I drove on, the trees separated until the huge, white house came into view. I drove slowly along, finally coming to a halt a safe distance from the house.

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw him. He was sitting on the front porch of the house, and as he saw my house he looked up. He shielded his eyes from the sun, looking straight into my car. Did he recognize me? Could he tell who I was. The newspaper article that had led me here crinkled in my pocket as I released the latch on my seatbelt, grabbing my messenger bag and slowly stepping out.

I shut the door behind me, walking forward slowly. His face looked shocked as he slowly stepped off the porch, walking just as slowly towards me. When we were about ten feet apart, we stopped, just staring at each other.

The silence wasn't awkward. However, I could feel the questions I'm sure were at the tip of his tongue hang in the air. I felt as though I couldn't look at him enough, I needed to drink him in. He looked perfect. The tight black curls that had once been so out of control were tame, though not with product. One single curl hung down the center of his forehead. His hazel eyes, framed with long lashes were staring right back at me. He had grown just a little, though I was still a bit taller than him. His shoulders had broadened, and his arms were bigger. He definitely had gained muscles. He wore a pair of baggy jeans and a tight white v-neck.

His voice, soft and melodic, broke me from my thoughts.

'Kurt,' he whispered. How wonderful it sounded to have his voice whisper my name.

'Blaine,' I whispered in return, and that was all it took. We moved towards each other, wrapping our arms around each other in a tight embrace.