A/N: Well as you may have noticed I deleted my big fic "21 years" because I got kinda bored with it and so this is just a one shot, but I am thinking about turning it into a multi-chapter fic. But just tell me if you want that. The song used in this fic in this fic is called You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol.

Kurt walked down the streets of Manhattan, bag slung over his shoulder with his phone pressed to his ear, "Yes, I will get you coffee now go back to bed, you have a fever and I will not be responsible if you get the flu again." He ran his hand up and down the strap of his old messanger, pulling it tighter onto his shoulder.

"But Kuuuuuuurt," Rachel whined back through the phone.

"No, Rachel Berry. You lay down right now, I do not want you sick again. I will be home in about thirty to forty-five minutes, now lay down."

"Ok, fine!"

"Thank you, sweet beautiful angel."

"Awww Kurt, you think I'm an angel?"

Kurt scoffed at his best friend's question, "Sarcasm, sweetie. Sarcasm," Kurt let out a huff, "look I'm almost to Starbucks now, I'll see you when I get home, love you." Kurt admitted before hanging up the phone, not giving rachel a chance to respond with something that will only continue the conversation.

Kurt walked to the front of Starbucks, stopping just before opening the door seeing a note that said 'CLOSED DUE TO INTERNAL CONSTRUCTION' Kurt sighed not knowing whether to just go back home or go somewhwere else. Well, he sure didn't want to have to here Rachel gripe even more so he decided to pick another shop. Morining Joy was all he could think of, which was only a couple of blocks over. He had never been to Morning Joy and had no clue how their coffee tasted, but he knew people who went so he figured it couldn't be too bad.

Kurt opened the door to the tiny little coffee shop to see the long line of customers lined up to get their morning beverages. Great. He thought cause now he'll have to here it from Rachel when he gets home because he wasn't back on time. Kurt approached the long line that looked to have eighteen to twenty people. He pulled his bag up again onto his shoulder, leaning over to look at all the people in line. This was going to take about thirty minutes alone just to get to the counter. Yep, he was definately going to hear it from Rachel when he gets home. Kurt stood up straight again looking at the stranger's head infront of his. Kurt started fidgeting with his hands just when his ears were distracted by a voice coming from the front of the sitting area.

"You could be happy and I won't know..."

Kurt knew that voice, of course he knew that voice, he would know it anywhere. He directed his attention towards the front of the little coffee shop, seeing exactly what he had expected to see.

"But you weren't happy the day I watched you go..."

Kurt's eyes scanned the man up and down, it was in fact Blaine Anderson. Except he was different, he didn't have a bowtie, or gelled hair, or a sweater vest, or rolled up jeans. He had on a white undershirt with a dark leather jacket around it, tight dark blue jeans hugged closely to his legs, and a head full of free curls. Was that in fact Blaine? Did Kurt actually remember him? Of course he remembered him, how could he not?

"All the things I wish I had not said..."

Kurt just watched him, not able to look away. It really was him. It was really Blaine Anderson, in New York City, singing in a coffee shop, with guitar in hand. Kurt squinted hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but of course he wasn't dreaming, he hadn't thought about Blaine in years, five years to be exact. He never forgot him, but he never dwelled on him. They had a bad and nasty break up, one where they - well, Kurt - had no intention of speaking to each other again.

"Played in loops til it's madness in my head..."

Kurt got really hurt. What Blaine had done was unacceptable and just down right horrible, because Blaine was suppose to love him. He was suppose to love Kurt, and then he threw it all away just for one hook up cause he was lonely. That was the worst era of Kurt's life. A year of nothing but missed calls and text messages, new phone numbers, and tears. Lots and lots of tears.

"Is too late to remind you how we were..."

But not everything was bad. Blaine and Kurt were at love at some point. Blaine did love Kurt and Kurt did love Blaine. A month and a half into Kurt's junior year, is when everything and anything had to do with Blaine. Blaine was his whole world. They shared kisses during glee, and held hands the first couple weeks at Dalton. Or when they lost virginity, which was probably the strongest point in their relationship, a couple months after that things got hard. And then more months passed with a couple fights and then Eli happened, and that was it.

"Not our last says of silence, screaming, blur..."

That day Blaine visted New York was one of the worst days of his life. Blaine had cheated, and not just a kiss, not just a hand hold, he hooked up with a random guy. Kurt had never felt more hurt or betrayed in his life. He felt like the only person in this world who loved him, all of him, had betrayed him and nothing made sense after that. They did see each other one more time, when Blaine was in Grease for the school musical. Kurt wanted to go for closure but he couldn't do it, he couldn't look at this boy who used to mean more than anything to him and now, he was just there. Just like every other human being. Kurt didn't trust him, and that was enough to cut off contact all together.

"Most of what I remember makes me sure. I should've stopped you from walking out that door..."

When Kurt left Mckinley that was the last time he had heard from Blaine. There was always a missed call or an ignored text messages before, but then there was nothing. Kurt decided there could be a chance that Blaine would text or call again someday, so he changed numbers and deleted Blaine's number from his phone with no hesitation.

"You could be happy, I hope you are. You'd made me happier than I've been by far..."

After that, there was a year of nothing but slow work days, chocolate, tears, and never ending sadness. About three months after contact had been cut off, Kurt was diagnosed with depression, and would take sick days off of work. Things stayed bad for another two months, when the depression was gone things got a little better but the heart ache was still there.

"Somehow everything I own smells of you..."

Kurt tried to forget about it, he tried so hard. He went on dates, had a couple of hook-ups, and flirted sometimes, but everything reminded him of Blaine. Most of the men had at least one of the same facial features as Blaine, if not more. Some had the same sense of humor, or personality, or they smelled like him, but everywhere he looked he saw a short, honey-eyed, tanned skin boy with a head full of hair gel.

"And for the tiniest moment it's all not true..."

There had been moments where Kurt thought he was dreaming. That this was all just a fantasy and he would wake up and be back on the steps that day at Dalton, or be sitting in the small chairs of the choir room at Mckinley with Blaine by his side, holding his hand or kissing his cheek. But it wasn't a dream. Blaine had actually cheated. He had actually stopped talking to Kurt. And they had actually lost each other.

"Do the things you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back, don't think just do..."

Kurt had eventually started to feel better. He had gotten a job promotion from Isabelle, dates became easier, he only rarely saw Blaine in the little things. He was starting to recover from what had been the worst year of his life. Isabelle promoted him from intern to idealist, where he sat at the table with the others and spat out ideas. Isabelle used one of his designed for a fall fashion in 2014, and he cought people's eyes. People asked for his designs, and offered him jobs, but he happily declined. He found himself a manager and began his own line. Quickly, he became one of the biggest A-listers in New York City.

"More than anything I want to see you go take a glorious bite out of the whole world..."

Kurt's life had been good, he forgot about Blaine and all his problems melted away. Eventually him and rachel moved into a bigger apartment, and Kurt started dating. He never really had a relationship or dated alot, maybe like 5 or 6 dates total, but he never had anything serious. There was always someting missing.

As Blaine stopped strumming the guitar everyone clapped, he spoke into the microphone, "Thank you. That was dedicated to a very special person, who changed my life in so many ways..." Was Blaine talking about him? Of course he was.

Kurt was thrown out of thought by the people behind him screaming and shouting to move up. Kurt looked ahead, oh! He was next in line. He quickly ordered his non-fat mocha, and Rachel's non-fat cinnamon dulche. He stepped to the side as he waited for the drinks to be done. Kurt retrieved both coffees, swiftly exting the coffee shop before Blaine could see him. He didn't wanna have to face him, not after all this time. What would he say? 'Hi Blaine I know the last thing I said to you was that I don't trust you but here have my heart on a platter'.

Kurt continued walking, picking up his pace just in case Blaine had seen him and was following him.

Kurt turned the corner before stopping and retrieving his vibrating phone from his pocket. He looked down at the caller I.D. that read 'Woman'. Rachel would just have to wait.

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