A/N: A sequel to my other fanfic 'Moments'.
Dedication: Hopeless-Romantic2110
New York is ridiculously large and, at the same time, so incredibly tiny.
There must be a thousand coffee shops in the city, and his favourite is neither the best, the cheapest or even the cleanest. It's just his. And now, apparently, it's Blaine's. The odds of them seeing each other, on today of all days must be tiny, but as always, chance is against Kurt Hummel.
He's slouched in the corner of Bill's Buzz flicking through sheet music when the bell over the door clangs and in he steps.
A year. It's been exactly a year and he still looks exactly the same, curls attempting to spring themselves free of a hair gel helmet and a half smile lingering on his lips as he mouths along to his iPod.
Kurt shrank himself down in his seat and pulled his sheet music up in front of his face, trying to simultaneously hide himself and not impede his view. A skinny latte and a Danish order later he's gone again, bouncing back out of Kurt's life, completely oblivious to the effect he's had.
Kurt sighed and dropped the notes onto the table, both filled with relief at not having been spotted and burning with hurt that Blaine can pass so close to him and not even notice.
Kurt sees him time and time again from that moment on. In the coffee shop, working in the guitar shop that he sometimes glances into but never enters, at a bus stop, on the subway, at the market.
But Blaine never sees him. They pass each other in a doorway and still Blaine doesn't see him. It's like they were never together at all and it was all some dream that Kurt's mistaken for reality.
He hears through the grapevine that Blaine's already split up with the guy that he left Kurt for and it does a little to ease his bruised ego. Another failed relationship for Blaine so the breakdown of their own can rest entirely on the other boys shoulders.
Another year passes of one sided meetings and Kurt reaches the point where they no longer make his heart hurt and tears spring into his eyes (or so he forces himself to believe) and Kurt once again finds himself settled in his corner at Bill's.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here. Everywhere else is- Kurt! Oh my god, Kurt it is you."
Kurt doesn't dare raise his eyes for a moment, focussing on the fake wood grain of the table and drinking in the still familiar voice.
"I haven't seen you in forever," Blaine says, sliding into a seat across from him, and Kurt barely bites back a sharp 'really? For me it's been about 13 hours.'
Blaine looks hopefully when Kurt eventually meets his eyes.
"How've you been?"
The 'have you missed me?' is evident in Blaine's voice and Kurt wants to run, run and hide from this boy who still has the ability to make him want to give him the moon and the stars and anything he could ever ask for.
This could be a defining moment. He could run, literally run away and never speak to Blaine again. Even someone as oblivious as Blaine would get that that meant 'never talk to me again'. Or he could stay and cling to this tiny sliver of hope that's blooming in his heart from the way Blaine is watching him.
Kurt hesitates, takes a deep breath then smiles.
"I'm good. How are you?"
A/N: There you go. I hope you liked it.