What About Now? Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

A/N: So I was listening to my iPod on shuffle, as I do every day, and a certain song inspired me. This is going to be a two-shot with the song revealed in the second chapter.

In this AU (ish), Klaine break up [which is vaguely alluded to in a flashback since I refuse to read the 4x04 spoilers]. Months later, Blaine is attending school in NYC and comes across Kurt in a coffee shop (where else?) and decided to reconnect with the man who still holds his heart.

I apologize ahead of time for any and all grammar/spelling mistakes. And also if the formatting is screwed up. My brother found out that the edition of MS Word he had was messing up the computer's system or something so I'm currently working off of Open Office and I have no idea how well (or not) it translates to FF.

It's been months and Blaine's mind is still consuming itself with thoughts of Kurt. The look on his face when Blaine had surprised him in New York for Halloween, the taste of his lips each time they kissed, the feel of those deceptively lithe, yet still strong arms wrapped around his middle in a loving embrace... but not all the memories haunting him are happy ones. Between pleasant thoughts come short barrages of worse times. Their disagreement that night so long ago at Scandals when he had purposefully walked away from Kurt, the jealousy both of them had fought and the resulting temporary distance between them, seeing Kurt so broken after receiving his rejection letter from NYADA, among other things Blaine wishes never occurred, more specifically the way Kurt had been strung along prior to Pavarotti's death and Blaine finally realizing as well as acting on his strong feelings for the man who had become the love of his life. And then the biggest hit of all: their separation.

-Flashback-

The winter holidays approached faster than anyone had expected. Thanksgiving for the couple was spent apart, seeing as Blaine's family had a function to attend in another city and Kurt would spend time with his family in Lima. The couple had decided earlier in the year that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day would be spent respectively with their families, but Burt insisted that Blaine come over before Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine all left together back to New York City where Blaine would be staying until the day after New Year's.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, other than Rachel sitting solitary in the armchair usually reserved for Finn. The Hummel household was filled with laughter, stories, and presents they had kept aside for Blaine and Rachel. Kurt couldn't stop praising Blaine's surprising success when it came to choosing just the right gift for everyone. Later, when they were alone, Blaine had confessed to maybe asking Tina and Artie for advice.

A few days later, the trio found themselves in New York City, admiring the strings of Christmas lights decorating the houses and the larger than usual crowds mulling the main streets. The giant Christmas tree in front of Rockefeller Center wrapped in tinsel and bright flashing lights took Kurt's breath away, just as it had every time he saw it. He had to admit, it looked much better in person.

The day before New Year's Eve, Rachel skipped into the apartment with an oversized grin. When asked what had her so excited, she revealed that Brody had invited her (and Kurt and Blaine as well, of course) to his annual New Year's party. She had accepted on their behalf and dragged Kurt into her bedroom to help her find something suitable to wear. Just like that, they had plans for the next evening.

The penthouse suite that Brody and a few of his friends had pooled money together for to host the party in was swamped when they arrived fifteen minutes late, at Kurt's insistence that being fashionably late was much better than being on time. People crammed every inch of the available makeshift dance floor while couches, tables, and bean bag chairs lined the walls. In one corner opposite the kitchen stood a keg kept safely in a large barrel of ice. Blaine felt Kurt stiffen beside him as his eyes gazed in that direction. Alcohol hadn't brought good memories for either of them. He squeezed his boyfriend's hand reassuringly and smiled when Kurt's posture loosened in response.

Soon enough Rachel was off with Brody, meeting some connections of his, leaving the couple alone. Kurt took Blaine's hand n his, holding tight as to not lose his grasp while they made their way through the sea of people to a quiet corner on the other side of the room.

They stood quietly, the silence taking its toll on Blaine. Kurt was never this quiet so what was going through his head that had him so wrapped up in his thoughts? Blaine offered to grab them a drink but Kurt shook his head no. When asked if he'd like to dance, Kurt responded the same way.

Something was wrong. Kurt would usually be joking about that drunk girl in the fake Gucci shoes by now, but instead he stood looking off into the distance as if his mind were somewhere else completely.

Before Blaine could interrogate his oddly silent boyfriend, the music stopped and a broadcast of the countdown from Times Square burst through the speakers placed throughout the large room.

"Blaine."

Blaine turned quickly at the sound of Kurt's voice. Quiet and just barely audible over the ruckus in the room, so unlike Kurt's native bright lilt.

"Yeah?"

"Can I have one last kiss?"

One last kiss? What did that mean? Relax, he told himself. Kurt probably means the last kiss of 2012.

"Sure."

"Happy New Year!"

Kurt leaned forward and Blaine closed the remaining distance between them, letting his mouth gently fall against Kurt's. His lips parted out of instinct once Kurt's tongue darted out of its confines. The kiss was sweet and over way too quickly for Blaine's liking.

He went to lick his lips and realized they were already wet. The taste of salt assaulted his taste buds and Blaine frowned. He hadn't had anything with salt and neither had Kurt... which meant...

He raised his eyes and took in Kurt's face. His normally pale skin was flushed a light pink, but Blaine knew it wasn't from their kiss. This was only confirmed when Kurt reached up to wipe his eyes. He was crying and a piece of Blaine broke into two at the sight. Why was Kurt upset? Had Blaine done something wrong?

"Kurt, baby, are you okay?" Blaine asked even though he already knew the answer.

Kurt sniffled. "No, I'm not."

"What's wrong?" Blaine stepped forward to lay his hand comfortingly on Kurt's shoulder but Kurt stepped away before it could make contact.

"I can't do this," he whispered.

Blaine's head spun. His arms instantly reached out toward the wall to keep him from falling over. He had to have heard Kurt incorrectly. Those four words could only mean one thing in this sort of situation... but Kurt couldn't have meant...

He looked up, intending to beg Kurt to talk this out, but the porcelain beauty that had so quickly taken control of his heart was gone. And he took a large portion of Blaine's heart with him.

-End Flashback-

That was the last time Blaine had seen Kurt, or had any other form of contact with him. He never returned any of Blaine's numerous calls or text or e-mails. Blaine had grown so desperate that he had resorted to writing letters and having them addressed in Rachel's name in hopes that maybe she could convince Kurt to hear what he had to say. Nothing ever came of any of it.

Now, six months later, summer vacation is right around the corner which meant the time had come for Blaine to pack his belongings and make the drive to his new dorm room in New York City. He'd applied to colleges before he and Kurt had split so it wasn't much of a surprise that three of his five acceptance letters were from universities in or near New York City. NYU, Brown, Columbia, UCLA, and San Francisco State University had all said they'd be more than happy to have him attend their school. In the end, Blaine decided on the school that caught his eye in the very beginning: NYU.

Yes, he knows it could be difficult, knowing that Kurt could be at some coffee shop just around the corner, and maybe that fact had played a small part in his final decision. But for the most part NYU seems like the perfect fit and Blaine's determined not to let his emotions get in the way of making such a crucial decision. And if he happens to run into Kurt while he's in New York, he wouldn't mind having a chance to see the other man again, and maybe even share a quick hello.

Blaine's move went smoothly and he spent his free three weeks before classes settling in. He acquired a part time job at a nearby bookstore/cafe which would help him with spending money, seeing as his parents had refused to budge on their insistence to pay his room and board. He met the two others he would be sharing his dorm with: Phil, a laid-back Biology major of the same age who also enjoyed sports of all kinds, and Tim, a twenty-two year old majoring in Secondary Education that reminded him of Puck and Finn combined into one, if that was even possible.

All too quickly Blaine's alarm went off at 6 AM, meaning the first day of classes was upon him. He drowsily stumbled from his bed into the shared bathroom (he wasn't sure if he should be thankful for it or not, considering Phil and Tim weren't the neatest of people) and showered quickly, stuffing his keys and wallet into his backpack on the way out the door. Thankfully he was the only one awake at such an early hour and he didn't have to worry about disturbing either of his roommates since they both slept like the dead.

On his way down to the main campus he stopped in the administration building to pick up another copy of his schedule that he had somehow lost in the last few days (this being the reason he awoke so early in the first place) and thanked God that he knew the general location of his classes already thanks to Tim's semi-helpful campus tour about a week ago.

The day flew by in a blur of introductions, rules, and syllabi. Each teacher seemed nice enough and Blaine had high hopes for his music theory and musical composition classes. He had made acquaintances in each class, being a firm believer in knowing at least one person just in case he missed class and needed to borrow notes or ask questions about a certain assignment. Hopefully those people would turn out to be good friends in the long run.

Back at the dorms he, Phil, and Tim settled into each others' routines. They each had a day to cook/bring food home, take out the garbage, and other such mundane chores. Times were set aside for absolute quiet so they could have a decent working environment for assignments. They sat down and discussed their hobbies and pet peeves and talked a bit about themselves as to be more comfortable with each other. Neither man had any problems with Blaine's sexuality, not that Blaine had really expected otherwise seeing as his father had made it a point to have a talk with the dorm supervisor prior to Blaine moving in. Tim made it a point to leave each Friday and Saturday night open to go out on the town, saying Blaine and Phil were welcome to tag along if they chose.

Weeks passed and everything was going well. Until one particular Monday in the first week of October.

Just another Monday at work, or so Blaine thought as he tied his uniform apron around his waist and pinned his name tag to the top right corner of the black fabric, Lucy's Cafe and Bookstore splashed in a tilted cursive font in a bright red color across the center. He took over the cash register at the front and readied himself for what was sure to be a slow day, as Mondays usually were.

Blaine passed the time between customers by playing Solitaire on his iPhone or writing down melodies and lyrics as they came to him. His place of employment, oddly enough, tended to be quite the inspiration. The multiple people passing through, the strong smell of coffee in the air, the myriad of colors that lined the bookshelves all around him, and (as always) stray thoughts of Kurt proved to be the best inspiration a budding musician could ask for.

Just as Blaine penciled down a line that he had high hopes for, a soft tinkling echoed through the otherwise quiet room, indicating that a potential customer had entered. He looked up just in time to see a well-dressed man walk toward the cafe portion of the building. For some unexplainable reason, Blaine felt drawn to the mystery man.

He took a moment to examine the other man: styled brown hair, designer jeans, spotless shoes. It couldn't be Kurt though. Blaine hadn't heard hide nor hair of him for months. It's wasn't technically impossible, but what were the odds that Kurt would choose the place where Blaine worked part-time of all the coffee places in New York City?

Apparently the odds were high.

The man gave his order to the waiting barista, Karen. Blaine talked to her once when they were both having a slow day and he knew she was a nice girl with a wicked sense of humor that would make Santana proud. She said something that Blaine couldn't hear and the impeccable man laughed. A laugh that Blaine would recognize from two miles away.

Kurt.

How is this even possible? Blaine couldn't help but think he was imagining things. It wouldn't be much of a stretch if he was. His mother always said he had a tendency to see and hear the things he most wanted to. Am I daydreaming? Is this real?

Then the man turned and Blaine nearly choked on his sudden intake of breath.

The man was Kurt.

Blaine couldn't tear his gaze away despite how creepy he knew he must look right now to anyone paying him any attention. Kurt's eyes were their gorgeous shade of blue, mesmerizing and impossible to look away from. His skin remained as flawless as Blaine remembered it. His eyes started to water from lack of lubrication but Blaine refused to blink, knowing that if he did this whole illusion would shatter and Kurt would be gone. He didn't ever want that to happen.

Kurt turned, probably feeling the intensity of Blaine's unrelenting gaze, and the two locked gazes. His eyes widen exponentially and a touch of green mixed in with the beautiful blue of his irises. His mouth dropped and Blaine couldn't help looking at the plump, pink lips he remembered so well. Then, just as quickly, Kurt turned around and walked to the door.

"Kurt!"

Both men turned simultaneously to the voice, Karen.

She flushed under their combined scrutiny but held out the black paper cup regardless. She slid on a red cardboard sleeve cover in order to protect her skin from the heat and called out, "Your coffee."

Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt, wondering if he would just leave. Blaine blinked reluctantly, clearing the building haze in the corner of his eyes, and mentally cheered when Kurt's form didn't disappear.

This is real. Kurt is really standing there in the doorway, looking conflicted. Ohmygod.

Kurt's brows furrowed as he considered his options. Either he walked back to the counter, grabbed his coffee, thanked Karen, and left for good, never to return, or he called out a simple "I changed my mind," and left without ever thinking back on this occasion ever again.

Or there's another option, a traitorous voice in his mind whispered. You can get your coffee and sit at your regular table like you always do.

But Blaine is right there, he screamed in protest.

So what? Doesn't it feel good to see him again?

No... maybe...

That's what I thought.

Shut up!

Make me. Then that voice in his head had the audacity to laugh at him. Oh wait, you can't.

After two minutes that seemed like a lifetime, Kurt decided to get his drink. After all, he could be a bitch without his morning coffee and he wouldn't want anyone to have to deal with him when he was in that state, except maybe his worst enemies.

Blaine released a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding when Kurt walked back into the room. He didn't spare a glance at Blaine, instead looking straight ahead to his destination: Karen and his coffee.

Blaine wondered absentmindedly if Kurt still ordered the same way as when they were together, grande nonfat mocha. It wasn't creepy that he still knew Kurt's coffee order, right?

Kurt thanked Karen for his coffee and turned toward the table which held the various creamers, sugars, and stirrers commonplace for a coffee establishment. A container of cinnamon sat idly on the edge of the table and Kurt found himself picking it up before he even realized it. Blaine had been a big fan of cinnamon in his coffee on a hard day, Kurt remembered as he slowly shook a few servings of the substance into his drink. He had no idea if it would even taste good mixed with mocha, but it was too late to turn back now. He took one of the black plastic stirrers from its cup and slowly churned the contents, stretching the action for as long as possible.

Now that he had procrastinated to the best of his ability, the time came to make a tough decision. Should he stay or should he go?

The larger, logical part of Kurt's mind told him the choice was obvious: go. But the stronger part of him, the part that still thought of Blaine after all this time, argued that he should stay. What would be the harm of sitting down and enjoying his coffee? He didn't have to say anything to Blaine just because he was standing less than fifty feet away and looking impossibly cute in his apron and mussed curls.

So, despite his better judgment, Kurt walked to his usual table in the corner of the shop nearest the door. He seated himself facing the window opposite him, away from Blaine's perfect hazel eyes, and started to people watch, as he always does, as he sipped carefully at his hot drink. The taste of it took him by surprise until he remembered the added cinnamon, surprisingly pleasant as it rolled across his tongue. Then he completely engaged his mind with making up stories for each person that passed by.

Blaine was still, admittedly, a bit shocked. Kurt, his Kurt, is sitting right over there, less than fifty feet away.

He wanted to talk to Kurt so badly, just to hear his voice directed at him again. He wanted to look into Kurt's eyes for an interminable amount of time. He wanted to ask the question that's always on his mind: Why?

Why didn't Kurt respond to any of his pleas? Why had Kurt refused to talk about it? What was the final straw that ended their relationship?

And the biggest one of all: Why am I still in love with you? Do you feel the same?

But he couldn't just walk up to Kurt and demand answers, he knew that. Blaine knew what Kurt's reaction would be to such a bold move. He'd simply walk away, and, as already established, Blaine didn't want that to happen.

Kurt was like an angel. Maybe this was God pushing them together again, giving them a chance to rekindle the love they never really lost. Blaine hadn't ever been an overly religious person, and he knew Kurt didn't even believe in God, but the thought was too ideal to push aside.

If this chance encounter was a sign...

Blaine decided then and there that he would talk to Kurt before he left, even if it killed him to do so. He had to. Every cell in his body pulled him to Kurt as if his soul and Kurt's were opposite poles of two magnets. Soul mates, two halves of a whole, destined... that's what Blaine thought of the love they shared. He had believed that Kurt felt the same, and maybe he still did.

That settles it, Blaine thought determinedly. I am going to talk to Kurt.

After checking to be sure that his domain still lacked any customers, Blaine used the phone at the desk he's stationed behind to ask for someone in the backroom to come up front. A few minutes later Shelly, one of his supervisors, walked toward him.

"What's the matter, Blaine?" she inquired in her light Southern accent. Shelly, a kind thirty-two year old woman, had been the one to show Blaine the ropes when he first started. As a result the two became somewhat close and Shelly knew all about Blaine's past, the good and the bad.

"Nothing's wrong with my station," he answered honestly. "I just need to take care of something really quick and I was hoping someone could cover for me."

"Now, Blaine, you know I like you. You're a good boy, raised right and polite and all. But," and Blaine had sensed that but, "I can't just go let you off in the middle of your shift." She looked into Blaine's eyes, something she swore anyone could read like a book, and saw the tension there. "What's the matter?" she asked again, but this time Blaine knew she could tell what he felt at the moment. It would be best to explain it all to her and go from there. Shelly was a reasonable woman; Blaine had hope yet.

"Well..." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in hopes of relieving some tension. "Do you see that man sitting over there by the door?" he queried with a subtle gesture toward Kurt's figure. Shelly nodded, her face tinted with intrigue. "Well, that's Kurt."

As expected, Shelly's face lit up in recognition. "The Kurt?" she affirmed incredulously.

Blaine simply nodded.

"And I'd assume you want to try to talk to him?" she confirmed knowingly.

Blaine nodded again, figuring silence would be his best option at this point. Shelly already had it all figured out anyway.

The woman standing beside him sighed as she placed a gentle hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?"

"I have to, Shel," he pleaded. Using nicknames on the job wasn't allowed, but he felt desperate. "You understand, don't you?"

"I do, Blaine. You know I do."

Blaine felt his shoulders droop as he asked the inevitable. "But?"

Shelly pondered quietly for a minute, her mouth opening and closing without releasing any of the words building up in her mind. Finally, she shook her head. "No buts."

Blaine immediately perked back up. "Really?"

Shelly smiled. He really did look like an excitable puppy sometimes. "You have thirty minutes," she replied.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" And with that, Blaine deliberately made his way to where Kurt sat.

"Good luck, B," Shelly whispered as he walked away.

Blaine, feeling more nervous than he ever has in his entire life, stopped just before entering Kurt's line of sight. He took that one last moment to steel himself for whatever would happen. He quickly swept the back of his hand over his forehead and wiped the resulting perspiration onto his apron. Then he took the last step that would put him into Kurt's vision and waited.

Kurt sighed quietly. His game of people watching had started to become boring and once more his thoughts consisted of Blaine. What was Blaine doing here? Well, that was a dumb question. He obviously worked here. Had he followed Kurt? Considering that this was the first time they'd seen each other in months, Kurt was going to say no. Did this mean something? Was Fate trying to send him a message? Maybe.

Kurt still loved Blaine; he couldn't deny that he hadn't ever actually stopped loving the curly-haired tenor. Maybe, in some twisted way, his subconscious had led him here because it knew Blaine would be there. Maybe somewhere deep down, in the recesses of his heart, Kurt knew that he would still give anything to be with Blaine again.

A light scuffle of footsteps behind him alerted Kurt that he was no longer alone in his quiet corner.

He turned, instinctively knowing that the person casting their shadow beside him was Blaine but wanting to confirm it anyway. And, of course, there Blaine stood in all his flawless glory. The same tanned skin covered the same attractive biceps that Kurt so vividly and lovingly remembered. The same wide hazel eyes rested beneath the same triangular eyebrows. There was one difference however: the lack of hair product containing the curls he once loved to run his fingers through. All in all, Blaine was still the same Blaine Kurt had fallen in love with, appearance wise at least.

"Mind if I sit?"

Kurt pulled himself from his reverie, instantly feeling the contradicting urges to flee and to stay filling him to the brim. He fought against his flight-or-fight instinct and forced his body to relax.

"Go right ahead."

Blaine pulled the remaining empty chair back, fumbling into the seat. He had never been this nervous in his life. He could tell by the way he kept repeating the same thing in his mind. Calm, cool, collected, his conscience repeated soothingly, yet he was feeling anything but.

The two sat in silence. Neither moved nor spoke, only breathed. And even that proved to be a hassle.

Blaine couldn't take the oppressive quiet any longer. "How have you been?"

Kurt looked up at the sudden invasion of the all-encompassing repose. "I've been... good," he answered slowly. "And yourself?"

"I've been good lately. I just got settled into my dorm at NYU this past August and my roommates are pretty cool. I'm going to major in music, although I'm sure you already knew that from when we used to talk about it." Blaine could feel himself rambling, but he just couldn't keep the words inside his mouth no matter how hard he tried. "A few other universities accepted me too, but NYU just seemed like the best fit for me. I'd always dreamed of coming to New York, you know how it is. This job is a godsend. My supervisor, Shelly, she's really understanding of my school schedule and the pay here's not too bad either. Having coffee nearby is a huge perk and I really enjoy looking through the books." Blaine could feel a blush creeping up his neck as his mouth finally came to a halt. "Sorry."

Kurt fought back a smile. Seemed Blaine still rambled when he felt nervous. "I'm glad you've settled in so well."

"Yeah. Me too." Blaine realized the implications of what he just said. "I mean," he stumbled, "assuming that you've settled in well too." And once again he put his foot in his mouth. "But of course you've settled in. You've been here longer than I have and Rachel's here with you and I heard about your fashion internship which is amazing so congratulations on that."

This time Kurt couldn't resist the smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you."

Another brief silence elapsed, this one much less awkward than the first. Blaine found himself looking at Kurt's fingers, wrapped securely around his coffee cup, and he wondered again if Kurt still had the same coffee order.

"Nonfat mocha, two creams and one sugar?" he asked before his mind registered what his mouth had just voiced.

Kurt looked intently at Blaine as he responded. "You remember?"

Blaine chuckled despite himself. "Of course I remember."

Kurt smiled. "You're right. Other than a little addition that I made today."

Blaine's curiosity peaked. "An addition?"

"Cinnamon," Kurt murmured. He lowered his head as he felt a blush take over his cheeks. He knew Blaine would still see the red tint, but he wasn't ready to see Blaine's reaction just yet.

"Cinnamon," Blaine reiterated wondrously. "I used to -"

"I know," Kurt interjected.

"Are you having a rough day?" Blaine asked, concern etched into his every pore.

Kurt stopped, wondering how in the world Blaine could so quickly be concerned for him when they haven't even spoken in months and it's all Kurt's fault. Blaine, wonderful and compassionate Blaine.

"I wouldn't say rough exactly," Kurt replied truthfully. "But it's definitely been full of surprises."

Blaine grins. "I know that feeling."

And just like that the awkward tension that had been so obviously present just twenty minutes ago has dissipated. They're smiling unrestrained and Blaine wants to throw up his arms in joy at how easy it still is to be around Kurt.

Blaine now has the confidence that Kurt won't leave, that he wants to talk too. So he asked another question to keep the ball rolling."How's your family doing?"

So they sit and discuss everything that came easily to them: their families, their music, Blaine's classes, Kurt's internship, Rachel's possible budding relationship with Brody, a guy who explicitly told her that he's interested, among other trite, everyday things.

Blaine hasn't felt this happy since... well, since he and Kurt went their separate ways.

Kurt looked down at his watch, a sigh escaping his lips as he notes the time. "Blaine, this has been wonderful, it really has. Unfortunately, I have to get going. My boss will murder me if I'm even a second late and as it is I'll barely have enough time to get to her office."

Blaine frowned but he had his own responsibilities to get back to and he'd hate to hold Kurt back any longer than he already has. "I understand. I have to get back to work too. I'm sure Shelly isn't too happy with me right now."

"Oh, did I get you in trouble?" Kurt frowned as the words hit him. "I'm so sorry."

"No, Kurt, no. No need to apologize," Blaine quickly assured. He didn't want to upset Kurt, as irrational as that was. "If anything, I should be apologizing. You have to go a lot farther than I do," he reasoned.

Kurt stood, slinging his satchel over his shoulder. "Are you busy this weekend?"

Blaine stopped in his tracks, looking for all the world like Christmas has come early. "Not at all. Why do you ask?"

Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. "Rachel's having a party to celebrate her first role on Broadway, even though it's a rather small role. Regardless, with Rachel being Rachel she's having a shindig at our place. You're more than welcome to come, if you want."

Blaine resisted the urge to squeal. "Name the date and the time and I'll be there."

Kurt smiled. "I already said this weekend, didn't I? But if you'd like more specifics, it's to be on Saturday from six until... well, until everyone leaves."

Blaine nodded. "Sounds good."

"Do you remember where the apartment is?" Kurt asked. Maybe he simply wanted to give Blaine the address, but Blaine had a feeling Kurt's question had a deeper meaning the same way it had earlier regarding his coffee.

Blaine chose to fake ignorance. "I think so, but I'd like to be sure. Could you text me the address maybe?"

Kurt smiled and Blaine knew he had done he right thing. "Sure. What's your number?"

Blaine gave Kurt his cell number, making Kurt repeat it back to him just to make certain that there would be no mishaps concerning communication.

"I really have to go now," Kurt reminded. "See you Saturday." He walked to the door, turning at the last second to give a parting wave before he walked out into the crowded streets.

Blaine remained seated at the table, Kurt's regular table, with a dopey grin on his face. He knew he looked ridiculous but he couldn't care less. He had just reunited with Kurt and man did it feel so good.

A/N: So that's the first half.

I have no idea where this even came from, honestly, but I like it and I hope you all did too. :]

Just realized the acronym for this story is WAN and laughed unnecessarily.