Kurt showed up at the coffee shop fifteen minutes early, wanting to have time to order both of their coffees (he hoped Blaine still had the same coffee order), find a more secluded spot and prepare himself for what could turn into a disaster. He stepped up to the counter and smiled at the barista.

"Hey, I need a nonfat mocha for myself and a friend of mine is coming to join me, so when he comes in, tell him his medium drip is on Kurt," Kurt said with a nervous smile.

"What does your friend look like?" he asked, ringing up his order.

Gorgeous. Beautiful. Dead sexy. Kurt thought but blushed and said, "Kind of short. Gelled, black hair. Brown puppy eyes. His name is Blaine."

"Oh, I know Blaine! Yeah, I'll make sure he gets it," the man said with a wink. "That'll be 7.45."

Kurt nodded and fished his wallet out, then handed him a ten.

"Thanks," he said and went to go sit down. He chose a table with two chairs, tucked away in a corner. Private but not so much as to make either of them anxious. When he got his mocha, Kurt sipped at it, inhaling the rich scent to clear his senses. "Here we go," he murmured.

When Blaine arrived at the coffee shop, he looked around the place to try and find Kurt. He had no luck. Sighing, he walked up to the counter and smiled at the man. Blaine was wear dark washed skinny jeans(folded at the bottom), a white button up top with a sweater vest over it and a bow tie to top it all off. He felt very dapper today and was more than excited to see Kurt, maybe even nervous. Okay, he was really nervous to see Kurt. It had been a long time since they have seen each other and they had ended off on a bad note…
Blaine smiled at the man in front of him. Of course the man knew him, this was his usual coffee spot. "Hey Greg." He spoke smoothly, nerves clearly getting to him though.
"Hey, Blaine. I have an order here waiting for you from a man named Kurt. Medium Drip ready for you." He said, winking over to Blaine. Blaine couldn't help but blush and thank the man. So Kurt was already here, he thought.
Looking around the shop, Blaine finally found Kurt and he grinned from ear to ear. Walking towards him, his nerves started to get to him and he began to shake.
"Kurt," He said breathlessly. He was even more beautiful than he remembered, if possible. "How are you?" He asked, taking a seat in the chair across from Kurt.
Kurt was looking down at his phone when Blaine walked up to him and said hello. He jumped and looked up at the darker haired boy, slipping his phone into his pocket. Blaine looked stunning, not a hair out of place nor an inch of his shirt untucked.
Kurt's voice caught in his throat for a moment before he recomposed himself and gave Blaine a warm smile. "H-Hey, Blaine. Sorry, I didn't see you come in. I'm okay. I'm great. How are you? It's been so long since I saw you, I feel like I've missed out on all this stuff," Kurt babbled, his nerves rising quickly. He took a deep breath. He was talking too much again. "Sorry. Too much caffeine, I guess."
He looked at Blaine's coffee and smiled fondly. "You still drink a medium drip?" he asked and took a sip of his own coffee.
Kurt couldn't help but chuckle. He was relieved that Blaine hadn't changed too much. Kurt still knew his coffee order; he hoped he still knew a lot of those little things about Blaine. "My coffee order hasn't changed either," he said, absent mindedly rubbing his thumb up and down the cardboard cozy on his cup.
Kurt couldn't help but blush and looked down at his drink bashfully. "Thanks. So do you." He leaned back a little in his chair, relaxing a little. This was Blaine. The person who knew him best. There was no reason to be so nervous. And yet the fear that Blaine didn't have the same intentions as Kurt tugged at him. And what were Kurt's intentions anyway? He wasn't really sure, but when he had seen Blaine follow him on Tumblr, he felt an undeniable pull to reconnect with him.
"I'm still working at Vogue. I really love it there. My boss is like my best friend." He laughed, thinking about Isabelle. "I'm still doing musical theatre, but I'm not having much luck. No one wants the scrawny, high-pitched gay actor anymore, I guess," he said with a shrug. "What have you been up to? You're majoring in Music History, right?"
Blaine smiled softly. Could Kurt be anymore perfect than he was before? Was it possible for that to happen? Yes, it was possible. Blaine took a sip of his coffee and set it back down on the table in front of him. "Thank you." He said, quietly, but loud enough for Kurt to hear him. He didn't know why he was being so shy around Kurt. They had so much history together, there was no reason to be shy.

Looking back up, he grinned at the sound of Kurt's life. "I'm sorry, Kurt. Those people are so closed minded and don't even see that you have raw talent." He said, reaching across the table for Kurt's hand, gently placing it over Kurt's.
"That's right. I'm glad you remembered." He said, smirking. "Well, I don't have a job just yet. I've been looking around and nothing has really popped out at me." He shrugged himself. "It's just me and my little puppy right now. I literally had just gotten him yesterday and I'm already in love with the little guy." Blaine was grinning from ear to ear as he spoke.

Kurt's breath hitched a little as he felt Blaine's warm hand cover his own. The electricity between the two of them still flowed like it did five years ago, but now it had been pent up for so long that Kurt felt like his whole body was buzzing. He blushed even more, smiling at Blaine. "Thanks."
He turned his hand over so that he was holding Blaine's and squeezed gently. "I'm sure you'll find a job soon. Anyone would be lucky to hire you." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, smiling brightly at the love he could still see there. After all these years, they were still best friends.
Kurt giggled at Blaine's excitement over his new dog. "You always were such a dog person. Where are you living now?" he asked. Suddenly, the music in the shop changed and Kurt felt his heart skip a beat. He looked at Blaine with a grin and pointed up with his free hand. Teenage Dream was playing.
"It's our song," he said softly.
Blaine grinned at the song and at the way Kurt was holding his hand. It made his stomach fill with butterflies. The moment was just so perfect, like something out of a novel. He sighed contently and started to hum along. "I'm living on campus right now. I'm so thankful they let animals on campus, I don't think I'd be able to live if they didn't."
He chuckled softly and sighed. This was all too good to be true. Was this was all really happening? Yes, it really was. Squeezing Kurt's hand one more time, he let go, immediately regretting his choice. His hand turned from unbelievably warm to unbearably cold. The sparks left his body instantly. Immediately, he grabbed Kurt's hand yet again and sighed happily.
"Sorry, I just can't bear not holding your hand for another second after five years of my puzzle piece not being with me." He spoke softly, looking down to hide his blush. Blaine couldn't believe he was speaking those words. He just couldn't help the way he felt about Kurt, it was all too strong.
Kurt laughed, squeezing Blaine's hand again in response. "You're so corny," he joked. His smile faded after a moment and he held Blaine's hand a little tighter. "I've missed you so much," Kurt said softly, looking down.
He couldn't believe he hadn't tried getting in contact with Blaine sooner. They had been meant to be together for their whole lives. Get married. Have kids. Wake up to each other every morning. They'd lost all this time. And Kurt couldn't help but feel like it was his fault. He could've done this years ago, but Kurt had let his pride get in the way and deemed Blaine a cheater he didn't want anything to do with. It stung how much he had been wrong.
"Are you dating anyone?" he blurted out, then bit his lip. "Sorry, that's none of my business. You don't have to answer that," he murmured. Kurt tried to reason with himself that if Blaine was with someone, he'd respect that. He wanted Blaine to be happy.
Blaine couldn't help but blush as well at Kurt's words. OF course he missed Kurt, in fact, he missed him so much that he never went to bed without listening to Blackbird. It was the song that made him realize that he was, indeed, in love with Kurt. Squeezing Kurt's hand, he smiled, taking his other hand and lifting his chin up so that their eyes were at level. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." Blaine spoke softly and quietly so that only Kurt could hear him.
Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's question, but knew it had to be asked sooner or later. He was actually glad it was sooner rather than later. He didn't think he could get himself to ask that question. Shaking his head, he smiled. "It's okay Kurt, and to answer your question, I'm not…dating anyone." Blaine sighed.
"How could I date someone when I already found the one man I love? Sure, I screwed up big time and I regret it and hate myself for it so much, but I couldn't do anything about it." Blaine took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Kurt, I missed you so much. There was never a day I didn't wonder how you were or what you were up to. I can't stand another day without, I really can't. My life has been unbearable these past five years, I don't know how I survived.."

Kurt could feel tears forming in his eyes as Blaine spoke. He held onto Blaine's hands gently, gazing lovingly into the other's eyes. He felt the same way. Not a day went by without thinking about Blaine. He'd tried being with other guys, but it never led anywhere; Kurt too preoccupied with all the ways they weren't Blaine. It never felt right.
Tears finally began to roll down Kurt's cheeks and he broke eye contact, pressing his forehead into the back of Blaine's hands. Blaine finished and there was a silence between them, before Kurt's shoulders started to shake with sobs and he choked out, "I want you."
He shuddered and looked back up at Blaine. "Blaine, I forgave you years ago for…" he closed his eyes and shook his head, not wanting to think about it. "I should have contacted you sooner. We've lost so much time. I'm so sorry." Kurt looked up from their seat to see a few people staring at them. He sniffed and looked back to Blaine. "You want to go to my apartment? I think we're making a scene," he asked.
Blaine nodded, his own tears blurring his vision. Blaine didn't even bother to finish the rest of his coffee as he got up. Helping Kurt up from his seat, he led them to the trashcan and took Kurt's and threw out their cups. "Where's your apartment?" He asked, choking on a sob. How could he be so weak? Sighing, he guided Kurt out of the coffee shop.
As they walked down the street, hand in hand, he couldn't stop the memories from flooding back into his mind. It felt like it was all yesterday that everything went down. There was a pit of guilt in Blaine's
heart and stomach that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. Looking down, he closed his eyes slightly and let a few tears drop from his eye lids.
"I know you forgive me, Kurt, but I can't forgive myself." Blaine spoke quietly, still facing the sidewalk. "After all these years, I still beat myself up over what I did to you, literally." He said, showing Kurt a few scratches he had given himself.