Hey everybody! It's been a while. But, here I am with a new story that I hope you will all enjoy. I was going to wait until I had finished writing the entire story to publish, and then changed my mind and decided to publish it now. This is something that I have been working on since April, and it is a story that I have absolutely fallen in love with, so I hope that you will too! I don't have a definitive posting schedule yet, but there shouldn't be too long of a wait in between updates! Without further ado, I give to you… In My Veins.

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Ethereal Records leaks intel about the potential release of Blaine Anderson album!

March 9, 2018 5:00am

By Jenna Morrison

The beloved teaser EP that now-CEO of Ethereal Records, Blaine Anderson, released at the beginning of his career may not be the last that we hear of his music.

"I love it. Making music, I mean. I love producing as well, and I am so grateful that producing and this label has taken me this far, but I miss it. I miss being in the center of the music, and the feeling you get when a new song spills out of you, or the way that you connect with an audience who knows every word you've written," Anderson explained when asked what made him consider taking a step away from producing and focusing on his own music instead. "I'm ready to dive back into my music and see what I can do with it, and I am so lucky to be able to take that step with my own label, and work with these amazing people to build what I hope will be an incredible album!"

When asked what the record would be about he simply hinted, "I don't have it all planed out yet, but music is constantly running through my body. Whatever comes out is what it will be."

The resounding sound of knocking on the door causes Blaine's eyes to shoot up from where they had been reading the Vogue article. His brows knit together in confusion as he tries to remember if he had been expecting any visitors but, decides he's sure that he hadn't made any plans for that night. He curiously gets up from his seat on his charcoal couch and heads towards the front door.

On his way he doubles back to the mirror that hangs in the entrance, making sure that he looks put together – or at least as put together as he could possibly look wearing sweats and a t-shirt – before pulling the door open. His breath catches when he sees the boy standing in his doorway, eyes trained on Blaine with a look of both fear and relief.

"Hi," he breathes, voice hushed as though if he spoke any louder Blaine might slam the door in his face.

Blaine opens his mouth to say something but can't quite figure out what words are the right ones for this moment. What does he say when the person who used to be his entire world shows up uninvited at his door step after three years of radio silence? Were there even adequate words for such a situation? Instead of speaking, he moves to the side without much thought to let the boy through, shuffling to close the door behind him before leaning back against it. He lets his gaze drift to the ceiling, a way to avoid looking into the eyes that he is sure are still fixated on him, waiting for something – anything to happen. If he were to look in to those eyes, however, the conversation that they need to have, won't happen, and so instead he stares up at the ceiling.

"Blaine," the name falls off the other boy's lips as eloquently, as it always has, and it sends shivers down Blaine's spine. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head to preemptively stop whatever excuse or lie was about to come out of his mouth.

He steels himself before looking down from the ceiling, his eyes meeting the cerulean blues that stare at him, pleading with him to understand, to listen, to forgive him. He motions towards the living room. "We can talk, in there," he states simply before leading the way.

Blaine reclaims the spot that he had been in just moments before, turning off the iPad on the coffee table that is still open to the Vogue article. The other boy sits hesitantly at the opposite end of the couch, twiddling his thumbs and biting his lip nervously as his eyes wander around the room.

"This is nice," he comments quietly as his eyes fall back on Blaine. "I didn't peg you as the penthouse type."

Blaine shrugs slightly. Truth be told, he's not the penthouse type, but he had wanted a place big enough to have his own little recording studio in it so that he could work from home if he wanted. Plus, it wasn't like he couldn't afford it.

"Why are you here?"

The question bites through the silence, violently, in a way. Blaine flinches at the tone of his own words, and he has no doubt that the boy flinches as well, especially from the pained expression that he wears when Blaine finally looks back at him.

"I - I don't know if I have an answer to that question, honestly." The boy's words are unsure as he looks down at his hands. "Not one that's worth much."

Blaine hums in acknowledgment, before sitting back on the couch, once again letting the silence run over them. "I just…why after all of these years? You haven't done so much as call or text me in three years, Kurt."

Ah, and there it is. The name itself falls into the room like a bucket of ice being dropped his head. It's one thing to see the man, but another to speak his name, as if it makes his presence that much more real.

"Blaine," Kurt begins again, but then closes his mouth and shakes his head before wedging his lip between his teeth – a nervous habit that Blaine is well aware Kurt has when he is trying to figure out how to word something properly.

He knows that it can't be easy to explain. Their break up was messy – disastrous really. But that's expected of a relationship that breaks simply because dreams don't fit together, and lives diverge.

'Things have just changed, Blaine. My dream… what I want to do with the rest of my life, it's right there, and I- I have to take it." Were the words that Kurt used that hot summer afternoon, just a few hours after he had received his letter of acceptance from Parsons. Blaine had fought to try and make Kurt see that they could work despite the distance. He had been accepted to the California Institute of Art. They'd have an entire country between them, and as much as Blaine claimed they could make it, Kurt continued to tell him that they owed It to themselves to begin the new chapter of their lives without anything holding them back.

"Why now?" Blaine asks again breaking the silence, eyes searching Kurt's as if the answer is simple enough to lie behind the boy's beautiful blues.

"Because I…" Kurt stumbles, snapping his eyes shut as he continues to search for the right words. "Because I need you," he finally says, voice hushed, eyes still closed as if afraid of how Blaine may react. "Because I've spent the last three years chasing after the things that I thought could make me happy, but none of them were you." Kurt's voice is shaky, and his words are rushed. "None of them could fill the place in me that belongs to you. And… and I know that it's been years, and that you probably hate me, but I need you," he tries to explain again, his eyes opening to meet Blaine's, sincerity behind the moisture that has gathered within them. "In whatever capacity you are willing to allow."

For the first year and a half after their breakup, he had been hoping and waiting to hear those words. All he had wanted was for Kurt to walk back through his bedroom door and tell him how big of a mistake he had made.

But he's moved on, now. He's built a company and dedicated so much time trying to build a life without Kurt as the center.

Yet now that he's finally settled in to his new life, in walks the person who threw his old one off course completely. The conflicting emotions brewing inside of him in this moment are too overwhelming. He wants so badly to crumble into Kurt's arms and tell him that he needs him as well, but he can't. He can't let himself fall apart in that way, not after how hard he's worked to get here. He won't do that do himself.

"It's not that simple," he says finally, voice cracked. What else can he say? It isn't that simple. It's so complicated that even if he tried to explain it all to an outsider, it'd take weeks… months… hell, maybe even years. It would take forever to understand the complexity that is Blaine and Kurt. The anger begins to bubble within him, flooding his body and stirring something within him that he hadn't realize he had been holding back.

"I – I know that, I do – "

"Do you?" he asks, and this time his words have strength. His voice is no longer weak and flawed, but strong, and angered. He's angry. "Do you honestly know? Because if you did, you wouldn't have just shown up here, after years – years Kurt – and expected everything to just be okay." He's standing now, pacing back and forth in front of the couch and running his hand through his curls. "God, you destroyed me. I had to work like hell to pick myself back up after you, and you think that it's okay to show up out of the blue and apologize? As if an apology is going to fix the last three years that I've had to spend rebuilding myself. As if I could simply forgive you after everything that happened."

Kurt huffs, and Blaine knows what that huff means. He's upset too, and sure, maybe he has a right to be slightly upset. Their breakup wasn't one sided, after all, there were words carelessly thrown, and endless fighting. But he's the one who chose to leave. "This isn't all my fault," Kurt snaps, and now he's on his feet too. Blaine's no longer pacing but is instead staring at the space between them. "I had to take the opportunity that was being presented to me. And god, I loved you Blaine, but I had to think about me at some point, and I couldn't' drag you down some path that could eventually end up with us hurting even more than we already were."

"So what? You just took off one day without even so much as a goodbye, Kurt. I was so willing to work things out, to figure anything out to make the distance easier, and you chose for me by leaving without telling me. We didn't even have a proper break up, you just left! Tina had to come and tell me that you were gone, and that you weren't coming back. You should have at least said goodbye. If you loved me as much as I thought you did, you at least owed me that."

"I did…I do," Kurt breathes, and Blaine has to fight hard to resist the pull that he feels towards this man who loved him. Who still loves him.

They both look like they might break down at any second, and god does he hate that Kurt's ocean blues are filled with tears, especially knowing that he has put them there.

Silence meets his ears as Kurt shuffles slightly, eyes still focused on the floor between them, on the space separating two people who at one point were meant to be together, to live life together, to face it all together. But there's a distance there. Physical or otherwise, it's there, and it weighs on them. He wants to close it, to pull the beautiful boy who still unknowingly holds his heart in to him and tell him that it's okay. But he's let people walk over him before, and he's let his worry of upsetting others affect him too many times, so he doesn't close the distance, but instead lets out a sigh and closes his eyes.

"I – I don't want to fight. Not right now." It's late, and the emotions of seeing Kurt have sucked all energy out of him. He doesn't have enough in him to fight any longer. "There's a guest bedroom, it's yours if you want," he adds before finally leaving the spot that he's been planted in for the past few moments, moving towards the hallway to show Kurt to the room. He pauses, turning to see if Kurt is following, but he's not. He's stuck standing in the same spot, staring at the same point on the floor, and something about seeing this boy that has always been strong and unafraid, standing in a spot as if scared to take the next step snaps something within Blaine, and so taking a breath he lets the wall that he has put up in between them crumble. "Kurt," he says softly, watching as Kurt shakes his head before looking up towards Blaine. "Please, stay. Sleep, and we can talk tomorrow. Give me a bit of time to wrap my head around all of this. But, stay okay?"

Kurt nods and moves towards Blaine, and it's a good enough answer for Blaine, so he begins to walk towards the guest bedroom once again, opening the door when he reaches it, and gesturing for Kurt to go in. "I'll go get you something to sleep in," he mumbles before heading off to grab a pair of sweats that are a bit long on him, and a black t-shirt.

When he gets back he finds Kurt lying on the bed, eyes shut, breath coming out in small puffs. Clearly the boy was just as exhausted by the nights events as he was. He walks over to the bed, setting the spare clothes on the nightstand before moving to pull the blankets out from under Kurt and over him. He leans down without a second thought and presses the softest of kisses to the boy's cheek, eyes falling shut at the familiarity of the skin under his lips. To ever think that he had gotten over Kurt Hummel was laughable. He never had, he most likely never would. It seemed like a task that remained impossible, and possibly unwanted – even if he didn't want to admit it.

Kurt's here now, and as much as Blaine wants to send him away and forget that this happened, he won't. This is something that they need to face, something that they need to sit down and talk about. It won't be easy, it never was easy between them anyway, but they need it. Kurt's here for a purpose, and he knows that. He never was one to do things spontaneously or without great consideration, and because of that, Blaine will let him stay long enough for them to figure that out. They will either part on good terms, or do whatever it is that they are meant to do.