Hi! So it seems I've jumped back in the writing game sooner than I thought!

This here is only a little one shot that came to me and i just had to write it!

I'm still working on editing 'Big Brother' for publishing and will let you know when it's available! I am so excited!

Loosely based around Taylor Swift's 'The Story of Us.'

Discaimer: I don't own Glee

The Story of Us.

- February 14th 2013 -

Kurt was sat in the New York Public Library doing research for his upcoming 12,000 word essay on 'Growth and Development of Stardom and Fame in the past twenty years.' It was less than exciting but if he wanted to graduate next year and get out of here, it had to be done.

He was minding his own business in the near empty library at half past ten on a Saturday evening. Of course everyone else was out having the time of their lives, pressing their bodies against strangers and drinking their sorrows. Or with their partners spending a romantic evening together. None the less, Kurt preferred the library.

Revelling in the peace and quiet and forcing himself to not get upset about being alone on Valentines day and thinking back to the last perfect one he had. Instead he pushed his glasses up his nose and dived right into his large pile of books as he settled in for a long night of heavy reading. Nothing can take your mind off of romance like reading about drug-addicted broadway stars.

He was halfway through writing his notes when someone bumped into the back of his chair, pushing him forward and knocking the book out of his hand. "I am so sorr-" the man started to say but stopped abruptly when they saw each other.

Blaine Anderson.

Gorgeous. Selfish. Perfect.

Ex-boyfriend.

In the library, alone, on Valentines day.

"Kurt-" Blaine said softer this time. It looked as if he was going to say one thing before changing his mind, "I'm so sorry. My hands were full and my laces are undone and I tripped. A catastrophe waiting to happen, I know" Blaine said staring at the pile of books as he accidentally referenced their past.

Blaine continued to stare at his books while Kurt silently lost his mind. What the hell is Blaine doing here? On valentines day? Alone!? He wasn't given chance to think about it as Blaine was talking again. "Can you forgive me?"

That one question was loaded with so many underlying meanings. If he answered, what question would Blaine think he was answering. "It was an accident" he dismissed. "They happen" he said coldly, shrugging his shoulders as he turned around and paid closer attention to his book.

He could feel Blaine stood behind him and as he stood there Kurt couldn't focus. Blaine was here, Kurt was here, it was Valentines day. Two years ago this very day they'd spent the entire evening here, cramming for Kurt's test the following day. Snuggled up on the couches in the corner sharing kisses whenever Kurt got an answer right, which was all the time, in the empty library.

That was a long time ago.

After a moment, of what he assumed was hesitation, Blaine stalked away making his way, hastily yet carefully as he kept looking at his laces, to a desk at the opposite side of the room. Not looking back once, not that Kurt had expected him to.

Kurt was glad for the space. He'd assumed Blaine would sit with his back to him so he could get on and study without his past being thrown in his face. Blaine would want to avoid him, just like he'd been trying to avoid Blaine. Any Ex in this situation would sit with his back towards him, blanking him completely.

Of course, dating Blaine for two years he should've known that he always made the wrong judgements in situations like this. That was why when Blaine sat facing him three desks in front at the opposite end. Great.

Sighing, Kurt fell back in his seat knowing he wasn't going to get any studying done, not now. Glancing through his lashes in Blaine's direction he couldn't help but smile. Blaine was dancing in his seat to music only he could hear, his curls unruly and his glasses halfway down his nose. It was the same Blaine he remembered.

Dropping his head into his hands, suddenly he felt like crying. How had they turned into this? How had their story ended so tragically?

- October 19th 2009 -

Blaine had approached Kurt on a Saturday at a NYU Freshers mixer. Kurt had been sat by himself, flicking through his iPhone feeling more than out of place. His room mate had dragged him here because she didn't want to come alone even though she knew she wouldn't leave alone. Parties really weren't his thing.

Then Blaine had approached. Smiling at him as he asked, very nervously, if he could sit with him. He'd been wearing turned up-dark wash jeans with a green plaid shirt, green braces and his thick rimmed glasses. Kurt had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

The sparks flew instantly. Kurt's fairy tale had finally started.

From that moment on they'd spent nearly every waking moment together. The two were inseparable. Their friends would say they were lucky because they were so perfect. Kurt agreed, he'd been very lucky that Blaine had approached him that day, but he choose to think of it as fate.

Six months into their story things were perfect.

Thirteen months into their story things were perfect.

Eighteen months into their story and Kurt thought this was it. That Blaine was the one. They loved each other very much and were practically living together. They were deliriously happy, nothing could go wrong.

Twenty months into their story and Kurt had started planning their forever.

They playfully joked about when they'd get married, what month, what colours. Kurt told Blaine he wanted kids one day and they'd agreed on two. Everything was perfect. From the start of their relationship to right now, it was perfect. Their story had been romantic and perfect. Just like a fairy tale.

Twenty-Four months into their story was when things started to get rocky.

University was working them both to the bone. Kurt was always at the library while Blaine slept in Kurt's bed alone. Always. They didn't see much of each other but the two loved each other enough to make it work. Making sure they both made time at least twice a week to spend together, alone. It worked.

For a while.

Twenty-Seven months into their story and things were coming to a head.

Missed dates, unanswered phone calls. Complications and miscommunications lead to fall outs, to slammed doors and sleepless nights.

January 29th 2012 their story came to a tragic end.

Next Chapter.

Picking his head up, Kurt knew he had to concentrate. This essay was due on Friday and he'd barely started. The essay going forgotten with all of the other work he'd had to do. Blaine would've reminded you his mind noted, only proving this was going to be one hell of an evening.

At the thought he looked towards Blaine when he told himself not too. Blaine was sat back straight, legs crossed under the table with his nose in his music journal. His head nodding slightly as he kept in tune with the music he was listening to. He told himself he could look for only a second because this wouldn't help.

Blaine must've felt someone watching him, he'd been staring longer than he'd allowed, because suddenly he looked at him with puzzled eyes. Kurt knew he should've smiled, been polite and all but he couldn't do that. Instead he dropped his gaze the moment he registered the other boys golden-honey eyes in his direction. Pulling his sleeve down he tried to force his attention elsewhere.

Blaine could read him like a book, one look and he would know how awkward he felt, how nervous. How heart broken, and that couldn't happen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Blaine drop his gaze just as quickly. Maybe he wasn't the only one using avoidance as a way to protect himself. Or maybe he didn't want to know what you were thinking the romantic in him thought painfully.

Kurt dropped his head into hand's wishing his headache would go away as he tried to pull himself together. How'd we end up this way? He thought, his heart literally hurting as the memories ran through his head as he ran a hand through his hair. Not caring if he looked a mess, Blaine was the only one here and he'd seen him worse than this on several occasioans. He had nothing to left to give.

Taking a breath Kurt tried to focus, but questions kept taking point. Like, why was Blaine here? Obviously he was studying, but in the year and a half it's been since the break up he hasn't seen him here once. They hadn't seen each other since the break up over a year ago.

Blaine had been the one to leave first and after that they'd both gone to extremes to not cross each others paths. He'd heard Blaine now only studied at the NYU Library and Kurt had found a new coffee shop to inhabbit. It wasn't easy. It wasn't nice, but they'd adapted.

What bugged him most about this situation was that Blaine was here, in their library. On Valentines day. The last happy, romantic public holiday they'd shared together and Blaine happened to need to study, here, on this specific night. Coincidence? Someone wise once told him that there were no such things as coincidences but he couldn't believe it wasn't.

Kurt was here to study, and maybe a part of him had wanted to return to the last perfect Valentines day they'd shared, but he chose to ignore that. He was here to study and that was it. But, the part that knew why he was really here couldn't help but wonder, why was Blaine here on Valentines day of all days? Could it be possible, that he too was here for the same reason he'd tried to deny. Was Blaine here because he wanted to remember too?

It had taken a long time, but he'd thought he was over Blaine. Of course he would always love Blaine with everything he has. He always has loved him and he always will. Always. Blaine would always be the biggest mistake in his life and the greatest thing to happen to him. He'd accepted that their un-explained break up would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He'd accepted that. He'd dealt with it, he'd moved on. He wouldn't see Blaine again. He wouldn't think about him and as soon as he was done with University he would move to a brand new part of town and put the memory behind him. That plan hadn't been easy to come up with or stick to, but it was the only plan he had.

This situation wasn't making following that plan easy.

Kurt was losing his mind, how could Blaine sit there so relaxed as he concentrated on writing a song for his final, while he was sat here driving himself crazy. It was killing him. Did Blaine not care anymore? Had Blaine moved on the way he wanted but couldn't?

The romantic in Kurt had hoped that after their initial bump Blaine would be going just as crazy as he was. The same thoughts running through his head before it got too much and Blaine just had to talk to him. Instead he sat their, back ridged almost like he didn't exist.

The words on Kurt's page were unreadable, his mind too busy with thoughts of Blaine to focus. His headache was getting worse and he knew it was as much Blaine's fault as it was his for forgetting to start this stupid essay earlier.

Kurt knew that the easiest option would be to go home, to go back to his dorm and try to study. Try being the operative word, his roommate was one of the most sexually active people he knew. He couldn't sleep there, let alone study.

That wasn't the only reason he couldn't go home. It was stupid and childish, but he couldn't be the first to leave. If he left first, what would Blaine take from that? That he was weak? Heartless? What would him leaving first mean to Blaine? Everything? Nothing? Would Blaine even care if he left first, would he notice?

Looking to Blaine he was surprised to see Blaine already watching him, his gaze falling the moment Kurt returned it. What was happening to us? Kurt watched him openly then. Focusing on the details rather than the obvious. Blaine was sat with his back ram-rod straight. His head bobbing to some beat he couldn't place. His fore-head creased as he focused too hard on the journal he didn't seem to be writing in.

Blaine glanced at him from the corner of his eye before, very obviously, turning up his music and nodding along even harder, forcing himself to look the away. Blaine forced himself up and walked to the closest bookshelf as he seemed to be searching for a particular book.

If Kurt hadn't known Blaine, it wouldn't have looked suspicious at all, but he did know Blaine. Blaine was a music major. He spent his time playing his instruments, learning new melody's and writing his own. So as he pulled a book out of the shelf from the Anatomy section, Kurt knew it was all a facade. Blaine was a music major, so reading Anatomy wouldn't help. He knew Blaine didn't need that book, but he didn't understand why he was pretending?

Suddenly Kurt found himself sitting up straighter, picking up the book that had long gone forgotten and forced himself to try and read. If Blaine was going to act like him being here meant nothing, then he would do exactly the same. Blaine? Blaine who. If Blaine wanted this to be some kind of contest, then so be it. If Blaine wanted to act like he didn't care then he would make sure he looked like he cared less.

For a few minutes, his head set in competition mode, he managed to write down half a page of notes. He continued to hold his pen and stare at his page as his thought process started to change, how could Blaine still do this to him after all this time? Kurt hated this. Hated it. Why did things have to end? Why did they have to change?

Kurt wished they were back to the way they used to be. Holding hands as they worked in Study hall or playing footsie under this very table as they studied. They'd been perfect and oh so happy, what had happened? Why couldn't they have stayed on the same page? The same side instead of competing against each other like this was some stupid competition. This wasn't a competition, well definitely not a competition he wanted to be apart of.

Blaine being here hurt, not just because of the memories he brought back but because him being here reminded him just how much he loved him. Kurt loved him so much. So much so that if Blaine asked him to take him back this very moment, he would. He would take back Blaine in a heartbeat. Lay everything down, give everything up just to have him back.

He would lay his armor down if Blaine said he'd rather love than fight, but he never would. The battle was in Blaine's hands now and he knew, Kurt knew, that he'd never fight. He'd never give up anything for him, not now. Not again. It wasn't his fault, Blaine had built walls to protect himself because of his parent's. It had taken months for Kurt to break through them, and when he finally had, he'd forced Blaine into putting them back up.

Kurt had had enough. He couldn't do this anymore. Packing up his things he stood and turned to leave. Sitting here all he's doing is re-living the tragic end to their story. It hurt too much, it was killing him and he was wondering if it was killing Blaine too. He just couldn't do this anymore. He was torturing himself the longer he sat here staring at a fairy tale that would never have a happy ending.

As hard as he forced himself to not look, he couldn't not. He didn't know when, or even if he'd see Blaine again and he just had to look at the boy he loved one more time before he had to walk away from him forever. Glancing over at Blaine from where he'd paused at the exit, almost had him stopping in his tracks, his step faltering for the smallest fraction of a second.

Blaine was leaning against the bookcase, a book in his hand and his gaze focused entirely on him. His eyes were watery, his expression heartbroken as he watched the boy he'd once loved walk away. For the briefest second Kurt thought this was it. The defining moment. The plot twist right before the end.

Blaine took one small step towards, his arms going slack at his side. He was sure Blaine was forcing himself not to come any closer as Kurt stood there, already knowing how this would come to close. After a moment Blaine dropped his gaze, once again returning it to his book about the human brain. Kurt smiled sadly to himself as he walked out the door.

The End.

Random, I know. But what did you guys think!? :D

Did I do it well? 'Cause if I did I think I might have to do some more of these! They are so much fun! :D

Until next time,

Kaylee xx