Prologue

At age twenty seven, Blaine Anderson had graduated from a medical school in New York. He had moved to New York for almost nine years now, he had an apartment there, with dreams that he had achieve there. One year after, He managed to make it to the newspaper due to his amazing music work toward to all the cancer patients as he was also working as an intern at a hospital. It was after his thirty birthday, he got a call from his brother, Cooper Anderson, who was going to get married, finally. After five years of long-run relationship, they recognized each other as soul mate, believed they would be perfect for each other. So one day Cooper Anderson proposed, his girlfriend replied with the most delightful "Yes!" that Cooper had ever heard in his life.

Surprisingly, Cooper's fiancé let him decided where the wedding would be held. So he decided the wedding would be held at his hometown Westerville, Ohio, which gave a perfect excuse for Blaine to take a rest from his work and go back to his home, his home sweet home.

How many years exactly he hadn't been back to Westerville? Blaine had lost count. With his job, as a doctor, he enjoyed every single moment. Sometimes when he found he was tired watching his patient's live fading away, he would remember the reason why he became who he was today. It worked, as always. Like a strong shot of coffee, only it lasted much longer than caffeine in the coffee cup.

Blaine checked his calendar after he received his call from his bother, the wedding would be held on the 17th of August. August was normally the month he would never get any break from. It seemed like with school holiday the hospital was a lot busier than usual.

The next day he informed the chief and his request quickly got approved. Everyone who knew Blaine greeted him with a surprise after they heard the guy who never rest was taking a month off. In fact, Blaine had thought one week should be alright, but he looked at the day in August where he would circle it with a red watermark pen every year on his calendar. It was 24th of August, the very special day of Blaine's life. He realized a week off would not allow him to have enough time to do what he wanted to do in a long time, so he asked for a month off instead of a week. Blaine's chief admired the passion that Blaine put in his work, besides, he agreed that it was time for Blaine Anderson to take a good rest, and then come back and continue to save lives. For Blaine, this break was more than just about his brother's wedding. He decided at some point after the wedding, he would spend some time in Lima, Ohio, visit all his loving ones and missing ones that he had left behind many years ago.

After two hours flight he arrived at Westerville. It was a week before his brother's wedding. Even though the night before he had a long shift and his body was exhausted, but he could feel the youth once again. This is the town where he was born, grew up and made him became a man.

His brother gave him a tight hug when he walked out from arrival area. Blaine gave his brother's fiancé a quick cheek touch, since she was half European. Later he learnt his brother fiancé, Pricilla, was half French, she could speak beautiful fluent French that Blaine always killed for. Her accent reminded him of someone, though, but he thought to himself, it's not the time to think about it yet.

The wedding went brilliantly. The weather was way much better when the day Blaine arrived at Westerville. It was comfortable enough to wear a suit, or simply anything beautiful. During the wedding, he gazed at his parents a lot. He didn't realize how old they were already. They always talked on the phone whenever Blaine was possible, so he didn't miss out any important piece of his family daily life. But to physically witness the rudeness time aged his parents; he had somehow regretted the little time he spent on his family. His father looked back to Blaine, in a way that Blaine had never thought he would see.

His father was proud of his son.

The day since Blaine came out his father was ashamed of him, Blaine hated him and they thought the family was over. However, after Blaine's bullies at his old school, his parents transferred him to Dalton Academy, a boarding boy school surprisingly. After since then Blaine only met his family during weekends and holidays, and during those times Blaine and his family would try not walk into the gay zone issue. It worked somehow.

Blaine couldn't wait to visit Dalton Academy, the school that gave him so many opportunities to live the life. His head kept playing the memories of Dalton until he fell asleep.

The next day Blaine went to visit Dalton. He walked into the choir room, the Warbles room. He, Blaine Warbles Anderson, had a lot of memories there. He was glad that nothing in this room seemed to change at all, all the furniture was still in their old positions like fourteen years ago. He closed his eyes, hands touching the furniture, he let the memories flowed out. Now he turned to the other side of the room, opened his eyes, found himself facing the door where he came in. He closed his eyes again and let his memories found him.

It was a long time ago.

He still remembered he was rushing down the stairs because he was late for the Warblers performance, and then he heard a high pitched voice that stopped him. He still remembered that kid, who claimed he was new to Dalton, was wearing something he was so sure it wasn't Dalton's uniform, but he still took him to the performance because he liked the big blue eyes that were locked on him.

Blaine Anderson put on a smile.

"Now if you would excuse me." Blaine put down his bag and stepped closer to the Warbles.

Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my Valentine, Valentine

He knew the new kid was looking at him the whole time. Of course, what was he thinking; he was the lead singer, of course people stared at who sang the solo. But god, he tried not to keep looking back at that kid but he couldn't help. His eyes always went back for the new kid and at the end, Blaine was tired of battling himself, he let his eyes settled down on the new kid.

Those ocean deep blue eyes.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

It was something Blaine that would never happen. It was like magic, chemical reactions, it just happened, that click in his heart, it just happened like that. And all of the sudden, someone stole his heart away.

"I hope I didn't interpret your moment."

Blaine opened his eyes and saw his old friend, Wes, standing in front of him.

"No, no, not at all. Oh gosh! I felt like I haven't seen you like forever! How are you doing lately?" He walked up to Wes and gave him a friendly hug.

Wes didn't change much, except the pair of glasses gave him a mature and serious look. He laughed. He really didn't know what he was thinking. It seemed that visiting Dalton made him went back to seventeen again. He almost forgot Wes was one year older than him, and sure, so this year Wes would be thirty one. How could Blaine forget? They weren't teenagers anymore.

"Teaching sometimes can be fun, you know? But most of the ti- what? Why are you laughing?" Wes was explaining to Blaine when he was interpreted by Blaine's laugh.

"No, I just… well I really haven't seen all my old friends in years, and in my memory you looked much younger." Blaine shook his head and said.

Wes shrugged, "Well I'm thirty one already." He looked to the way where Blaine was looking at, "So, thinking about the old times?"

"Yep, all the Warblers performances."

"Which one in particular?" Wes continued to ask.

"Teenage Dream by Katy Perry." After Blaine had said it, Wes almost spilt a name, but he stopped. It was such a long time ago; still, he wasn't sure if that was okay for Blaine. Before Wes closed his mouth, Blaine saw the shape of his lips and instantly knew who he wanted to say.

"It's okay, Wes. You are right, I was thinking about Kurt."

Wes didn't answer back, Blaine sighed, and then the silence went on. This time he didn't close his eyes, but he let the memories came back to him.

After more than a week Blaine had arrived at Westerville, he believed it was time to spend his time at Lima. A two hour drive gave him a lot of time to think, to be excited. Going back to Lima made him feel young again.

He went to visit Burt first. When he showed up, Burt was surprised by the unexpected guest. They stood by the door side for a while before Burt had realized it was Blaine. Burt greeted him and laughed, "Hey son," he asked him to stay until he had to head back to New York. Blaine kindly rejected but agreed to stay there for a night. The next few days Blaine had a big reunion with all his friends at Lima. He visited his second school, McKinley High, the school that changed him a lot.

McKinley High changed a lot, too. They had new buildings, new auditorium and new everything. The glee choir room was no longer the choir room anymore. It got changed into a Spanish classroom. After the New Direction had won their nationals thirteen years ago, the school invested a lot of money on them and they had a very big choir room a few years after. Many things at Westerville stayed the same, but Blaine guessed many things in Lima changed a lot.

His time in Lima was busy, filled with old friends, exchanging stories of their lives.

On the day 24th August, Blaine decided to be alone. He woke up at five in the morning without his phone alarm even went on. An hour later, he arrived at the cemetery.

The sun hadn't risen yet, the morning cold wind had calm Blaine's heart down a little bit.

He walked down the path, found himself standing in front of Elizabeth Taylor-Hummel's, Kurt's mother, grave. Blaine bent down to put his flowers on her grave, and then he moved on to the one next to it.

Blaine stared at the grave for a very long time until he decided to sit down and speak.

He was early. He wanted to embrace this moment alone, with Kurt, who he hadn't talked to in a long time ago. Now there he was, revisiting all those years of memories with his lover in Lima. A very special lover of his.

"Lima has changed a lot, I think everyone has changed a lot but somehow stayed the same as well, Kurt." When Blaine said out the name, a teardrop trailed down his face. He still missed Kurt a lot these days, but it didn't hurt as much as the day back in twelve years ago, "I can't believe it has been fourteen years already. I have just turned thirty," he chuckled , "can you believe it? Everything seemed to me just like a day ago, Time has gone so fast." He swallowed hard before he said anything again. He wondered how it would make him feel if he just spilt the eight letters out. After a blink, everything was changed, faded, gone. Sometimes it was sorrowful to look back to the past, when Blaine almost forgot how Kurt's smile looked like. There were memories that were so vivid to him, but he knew they were fading away from him day by day. He would be so frightened when the day of him not remembering Kurt's face finally came.

He took a photo of Kurt out of his wallet. His fingers gently brushed on the old photo that the colour had turned into yellow brown and he kissed on it. Blaine let his eyes closed and his mind driven away to somewhere long ago.

"I love you." They were sitting in a coffee shop sipping their coffees, but Blaine couldn't wait to see Kurt, he couldn't wait to tell Kurt that he was in love with him madly.

It was a day after Kurt had transferred back to McKinley High.

Kurt froze, even though he had heard Blaine told him that he loved him many times already. It always made his heartbeat went faster.

"I love you, too." Kurt replied seconds after.

Blaine liked the smile from Kurt. He couldn't help but to hold Kurt's hand and press a light kiss on his soft skin, "Kurt Hummel, I love you so, so much."

Blaine forgot how long he spoke for after those memories appeared on his mind, but the sky was all blue now. I must be here for hours. He touched the grave, tracked every letter that was craved on the gravestone.

Kurt Hummel

1994 – 2013

A wonderful son and lover who will stay forever in our hearts.

"I'll see you later today, Kurt, with everybody." Blaine smiled. He walked back to his car, waited for all those memories that appeared to him to settle down.

It really was a long time ago.