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Thanks to my pal Beth for editing and helping even though shes super busy.
"Anger management," Blaine mumbled to himself, "this is fucking ridiculous."
The receptionist had sent him through and he was now staring at a door willing his self to knock.
The building he was in was pleasant enough and no one would assume he had come here for therapy. It was on a quiet street, well as quiet as uptown New York gets, mingled in between offices and a few shops.
He knocked.
"Come in." a muffled voice answered through the door.
Blaine walked in, head down. He really did not want to be here. What were they thinking telling him he needed help? What on earth is he going to talk about with some judge mental stranger anyway?
His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of a pen drop and a gasp.
He looked up. You had to be kidding. No way could this happen.
He found himself staring into the most beautiful eyes he'd seen in a long time, eyes he could not and would not forget. He was staring into the eyes of Kurt Hummel.
"Fuck." Blaine cursed.
"Blaine?" Kurt said "What are you doing here?"
"You mean what was I doing here? I'm not staying." Blaine turned, walked out the door and gave it a slam.
Kurt stood; shocked and silent. What the hell had just happened?
When Kurt's brain finally started working again he went to his desk to check his appointments and schedules. He was looking for anything with Blaine's name on it. How had he been so unprepared?
He found Blaine's referral form hidden under his diary and mixed in with some other bits of paperwork. By the looks of it Blaine had been referred from work, an accountant he was. Kurt thought that this was so far from the dream job Blaine had wanted when he was younger, but then again so was his own. He read on and saw that Blaine had had a few issues in work, he'd had weeks of absence due to depression and had flipped out at his boss and co-workers on more than one occasion. Kurt thought he was lucky to still have a job; he must be good at it.
Outside Blaine was shaking with anger his fists balled up. He took a few breaths and then took out a cigarette and lit it. He shouldn't be here.
When he had first moved to New York he had spent months looking for Kurt and here he was hiding out as a shrink! He was never going back there again. He took a few pulls of his cigarette and then stamped it out. He didn't even enjoy smoking; he did it out of habit.
He walked the few blocks home feeling angry and mildly embarrassed. He unlocked his door, took off his coat and grabbed his guitar. Music was the one thing that calmed him down, but all it did today was remind him of Kurt and the way they used to be.
He played for a while, strumming chords and gently singing the lyrics he had wrote for Kurt all those years ago.
Don't you want the way I feel?
Kurt had wanted Blaine.
Don't you want the way I feel?
They had been so in love.
Don't you want the way I feel for you?
Things change.
Whilst lying in bed that night Blaine came to some decisions about his life; firstly he needed to stop smoking, secondly he needed a shave and thirdly he wanted Kurt back in his life.