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Millions of tiny miracles happen every day.

Whether it be finding a five dollar note on the sidewalk, or meeting someone you haven't seen for years unexpectedly. They happen all the time, everywhere. Some people notice them, but most don't think of them as miracles. They barely even notice them, too wrapped up in their own misery to appreciate the tiny, 'insignificant' things that really aren't so tiny after all. These are the things that can brighten up a whole person's world, or turn their lives upside down.

This is what Kurt Hummel was thinking the day he met Chandler in a coffee shop off Broadway during his first year at NYADA.

And it is a thought that lingered on his mind every day since, when he came home to find his boyfriend, and more recently, fiancee, waiting for him.

Chandler was, in himself, a miracle. At least for Kurt - he not only had the power to make Kurt feel wonderful about himself and his life, but he could brighten up someone's day with just one look or small remark. Or a smile. God, Kurt loved his smile.

Kurt was often reminiscent of his relationship with Chandler, because it had started as a kind of... thrill during high school, that had lead to something that was so much more. Kurt could remember it vividly - meeting for the first time, the flirtatious texting.. And then, when he had fallen out with his boyfriend at the time, he had relied on Chandler to help him through it.

One thing led to another, and... Here they were. Engaged. It was a rare moment when Kurt could evaluate his life and feel good about it, but thanks to Chandler, he could say with complete certainty that he was happy.

Kurt smiled to himself as he walked home from his final day working at the shop where he had been slaving away part-time while struggling to find openings in Broadway shows. He was somewhat envious of Rachel's success in rising to the top. It had happened incredibly fast, not that he would have seen otherwise, I mean it was Berry after all, but... He couldn't quell the pang of jealousy that rose within him every time he thought about it.

Which was why Kurt had decided to get out.

Not forever, definitely not - he loved New York far too much to ever leave for good. It was his home, and Chandler had his job here, but Kurt needed a break. And he was really missing his family, which was why he made the decision to leave and go back to Ohio.

Luckily for Kurt, he had secured a teaching post at a particularly good boarding school for boys... It reminded him so much of Dalton that he couldn't resist it's charm. But he would deny that if you ever asked him.

Kurt had always known that he wanted to go into teaching eventually, and this post had become available, so he thought, why not? He had taught at a small school as an assistant in order to gain some experience, and the qualifications were pretty easy to get when he put his mind to it. But probably mainly due to his incredible talent and charm, he got the job.

He felt a certain sense of loss as he hopped on a downtown subway, bag over one shoulder, heading home for his last night in a long time. It wasn't going to be easy being away from Chandler for such a long time, but he knew that he could come back to New York any time he wanted, and this was comforting to him.

Within minutes, he was walking down 24th Street towards his apartment. That was the best thing about New York - it was fast. You didn't have time to stop and think. Or hesitate.

'You're home early,' Kurt's fiancee bounded towards him, plate in one hand, pan in the other, reaching in to kiss Kurt lightly.

'What are you making?' Kurt said, surprised by the cooking. Chandler usually only cooked on special occasions, birthdays, and those random spontaneous nights when he decided to do something crazy.

'Breakfast,' he said brightly, moving back towards the kitchen, pans clattering and pancakes sizzling.

'I just got home from work, Chandler! It's...' I checked my watch, laughing breathlessly. 'Nearly six.'

'So what? I like breakfast, you like breakfast, so why not? And also,' he added, grinning over at Kurt. 'Tonight is special for us.'

Kurt tried to smile - the corners of his lips went up, but his eyes remained sad and cold.

Chandler noticed, of course - he didn't miss a thing about his fiancee. That's what Kurt loved so much about him; he always knew.

'Babe, whats up?' He walked over to him and stroked his cheek lightly with his finger.

'Nothing...' Kurt hesitated. 'It's just...'

Chandler waited patiently, the sound of the pancakes sizzling in the background.

'Those pancakes will burn if you're not careful,' said Kurt, trying to change the tone of the conversation.

'Kurt,' Chandler said sternly. Kurt melted under his gaze.

'I'm not ready to leave you yet,' he blurted out. 'I don't want to. I want to go back, but I love you, Chandler, and I'm just worried what will happen with so much distance between us.'

Chandler leaned in and kissed Kurt passionately.

'Nothing,' he said firmly. 'And I mean nothing, will change. I love you so much, and no amount of miles can make that go away. I promise you, okay? It's going to be alright. And you'll come home as much as you can, won't you?'

'Of course I will,' Kurt breathed.

'Exactly.' Chandler grinned and brushed his fiancee's nose with his finger, before turning back to the pancakes. 'These are ready. You'd better be hungry because I've made way too many.'

Kurt smiled shyly, and moved over towards his fiancee to help him.

It was going to be okay.

The night passed in a blur. Kurt and Chandler experienced something they had dubbed 'goodbye sex'. It was emotional, wonderful, but also very, very painful. After, Kurt lay awake for several hours, watching his fiancee sleeping and remembering a night when something very similar had happened.

It had ended badly then, too.

But he pushed those thoughts from his mind, because he had promised himself never to mention that boy's name again. Not even in his mind.

The next morning, he dressed in a pained haze, and it was like deja vu, although he would never admit that. He had done this entire journey once before, and it scared him.

It's going to be okay, said the same, smaller than before voice. But he barely even heard it over the blaring warning signals going off in his head over, and over, and over. Everything was going to go wrong, Kurt could feel it. Everything.

But with a brush of his lips to his future husband's, he left. He didn't notice what was happening until he was sitting on a plane with air hostesses surrounding him, asking him what meal he would like for the flight.

'Oh, uhm, chicken,' he said dazily. 'Thanks.'

The rest of the journey passed in the same way. He barely even remembered exiting the plane and climbing down the steps. He space-walked through customs, feeling like an alien amongst men.

Kurt barely noticed anything until he left the airport, and saw his dad's car parked outside. His heart leapt so violently that he had to grasp his chest for a few seconds before he was running over to the car, just as his Dad got out.

The embrace was one of childhood - of sweet, sweet memories, of laughter, of good times. Kurt inhaled the musky smell of his father and felt at peace in his mind.

The journey to his house passed in silence; but not an awkward silence. The kind of silence that says everything without words.

Finally, Burt spoke.

'How's Chandler these days?'

Kurt looked at him, grinning. Burt hadn't been exactly... fond of Chandler at first, mostly because he came between Kurt and someone else who Burt was very fond of. But eventually Kurt's dad had given in, and accepted Chandler into part of the family, basically.

'He's good, Dad.'

'Working hard? What is it he does again?'

Kurt laughed. 'Dad, you're so..'

'So what?' He said, grinning at his son. 'So what, huh?'

'So... Judgemental.' They both laughed at the irony of this.

'I'm just interested, Kurt, that's all there is to it.'

Kurt rolled his eyes.

'He's got his own recording company, Dad.'

'Uh huh... And does he do a lot of, you know, recording?'

'He basically pays for both our rent,' Kurt said, grinning because he knew his dad was only playing.

Burt nodded, laughing softly.

It felt easy, this; riding along in the car with his dad, heading home to see Carole. Just like high school.

When they got to the house, Kurt embraced Carole with love and appreciation before bouncing - somewhat childishly - up to his old room, the place where he had slept for most of his teenage years.

'Wow,' he whispered breathlessly, looking around. Nothing had changed. Absolutely nothing.

He sat down on the edge of the bed - his bed - precariously, feeling a little out of place. He was sure he would be too big for the bed now. He had grown a lot over the last three years. It was almost like the person who had slept in this bed, and the person who he now was, were totally different. Almost like he had swapped lives with someone along the way.

But Kurt's heart leapt at the thought of being back here and reliving those childish days. Everything had been easy here, and it felt more like home than New York ever would.

If only Chandler was here, he thought sadly, then it would be perfect.

But another part of him disagreed with this statement - Chandler was part of his new life, not his old one. The two should never mix. Almost as if it could ruin the memories of the past, blemish them with new ones.

And then, for the first time in two years, the presence of the bed made Kurt's line of thought turn to something completely different.

This was the bed.

The bed.

He ran his fingers along the sheets tentatively, almost as if the memory of that night could be ruined by one too-heavy touch of the fingertips. It was the most precious, sacred memory of Kurt's life, and one he would never forget, no matter how long he avoided the thought or put it off. It was always there, buried deeply but never forgotten.

And then Blaine was in Kurt's head, and he sat and relived all the memories with painful relish for several minutes. He thought of the good times, their first kiss, the coffee shop where they spent so many days... And the bad times, too. The first accusation of cheating. The break ups, the make ups. The day Kurt left for New York. The actual cheating. The pain overtook Kurt's body as he sat there, remembering, almost as if he had gone back in time and was doing it all again, making all the same mistakes.

'Kurt? We've made dinner for you, get down here!' The shout of his dad woke him from his nightmare.

'Coming dad,' his voice was shaky, but he held back the tsunami of tears that threatened to suffocate him, and walked softly to the door.

He took a look back as he reached it, pausing to relish the memory for a second longer, before turning and walking away, his mind lingering on the memory of a life he had so hoped he had abandoned.

Miracles happen every day. This was not one of them.

For Kurt Hummel, though, the real miracles were just about to start.