A/N: I am quite bored with idle hands and eagerly awaiting for the next couple of episodes of Glee. Going to use this as a way to vent my frustration that Klaine need to get back together, because they are supermegafoxyawesomehot people. #fangirlmoment

Blaine's POV.

I looked up and glanced round one more - letting my hopes rise before they dropped steeply - before taking a deep breath and sitting down on the bench nearest to me. Kneeling down, I started to tie my laces slowly, trying to fight my snide thoughts that he's over an hour late. He's not coming. With the dreadful I did to him, I don't see why he would come; he must be too disgusted and disappointed and ashamed... The list goes on. Admittedly, I did hope that we'd be able to meet civilly, or as friends, but that's too big a request.

Will I ever even see him again? He was the love of my life, the one person who I trusted utterly completely, and now he hates me. He wasn't just my other half, he was my everything. And now he's gone, I just feel hollow. The emptiness was temporarily filled by the promise of meeting him at the ice rink today, but now that's disappeared along with other things holding him from a meltdown he didn't know were in place.

Shut up, Blaine. Take things one step at a time. I tried to think like that, but it didn't last for long. Every little snide thought stings back and I try to blink quickly to get rid of the blurring sensation building up in my eyes. I try finishing my laces, and with shaky hands, I barely manage to do so.

I lean down and put my head in my palms, fingers curled around the top of my carefully gelled hair. Tears slide down my face, dripping off my chin. What would have happened if he had turned up? My mind races to reunion, forgiveness, hot chocolates, maybe friendship... Or relationship. No. Shaking my head, I stand up and start taking a few shaky steps toward the ice rink. I love skating, I haven't been for a while, and I'm not going to let this get in my way.

I am almost at the entrance to the rink when I receive a tap on my shoulder. Instinctively, I try spinning round to see who it is, but I trip due to the blades having lots of friction against the rubber flooring. I start to fall forward, twisted towards the direction of the person who tapped me. Expecting the person to step away, I brace my forearms and palms forward to try to lessen the impact. Although instead of the ground, my arms smack against someone's chest, sturdy hands keeping me from injuring myself.

I firstly get my footing right, looking down to place my feet. Once they were positioned so I would be balanced, I gingerly pulled myself away from the person and looked up to thank them. I only saw his chin and my heart sped up erratically, close to breaking into pieces.

"Hey, stranger," Kurt said softly with a small grin on his face, but I could tell he was nervous as his brows pulled together slightly, forming a small crease.

I stare, dumbfounded, mouth twitching but not able to get it to form words or sound. Gaping, I take time to drink in his features. His eyes, twinkling and shining from the fairy lights and street lamps, copper hair tousled from the strong night breeze. His skin is pale from the cold, making his lips seem a rosier pink. Under his eyes, there are dark patches, obviously from lack of sleep. I frown slightly, upset that he might feel fatigued.

Snapping out of the hypnotic trance only Kurt Hummel could give me, I look around briefly. Where there that many people before? I think I did notice, but just then I forgot, getting caught up in a bubble where there was only me and Kurt.

Looking back at Kurt's breathtaking blue eyes, I realise that his brow has puckered up more, and that he's still waiting for me to greet him. I realise my mouth is still gaping, so I close it and hesitantly extend my arm for a handshake. He glances down quickly at my hand, and I saw his mouth twitch into a small smile, dimple appearing at his left cheek. He raised his gaze and stared back at me with a cautious look. Cautious about what though?

Slowly, Kurt brought up his arms and folded them over my shoulders, giving me a light hug. He had to reach up a little bit, as the blades gave me a height boost. My heart shattered, and I just had time to react before I started to feel him pull away.

I threw my hands around his chest, returning the embrace but with fierce affection. I felt him stiffen slightly from my surprise attack, but shortly after he returned the embrace with as much force as I was putting into it; closing the gap between our bodies. It was then that I buried my head in Kurt's neck and shoulder, smelling his unique masculine yet perfumed scent. From where my head was, my mouth was in the centre of his neck, by a bare patch of skin not covered by the scarf. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to place my lips there, and I started to lean in more before stopping myself when I felt him tense again.

Feeling instantly rejected, I realised what this reunion was – bittersweet. I finally get to hug him and talk to him, spend quality time together and act as if things were okay. But they aren't. I can't put my lips against his, or put my twist my fingers in his soft hair, or be able to go to one of our places and watch Gilmore Girls like we used to. It was only then I realise that my eyes haven't stopped streaming, that they're probably red and puffy right now with tear streaks down my face.

After a short while, we both part awkwardly. I drop my gaze down and arms by my sides, now feeling useless and limp by my sides. Kurt keeps one hand on my shoulder, bending his face down, forcing me to look up to not make it any more awkward then it already is.

"Blaine..." Kurt gasps, looking horrified.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be the one crying," I apologise, mentally cursing myself when my voice cracks.

"Oh, Blaine," He sighs, eyes filling up, "I've missed you so much, but it's just so overwhelming. I planned how this would go, what I was going to do, but seeing you like this... I just don't know anymore."