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Here you guys go, this is chapter 2.

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Fact: Kurt Hummel is one of the most beautiful people - hell he's one of the most beautiful anything - that Blaine Anderson has ever seen in his 21 years on this planet. The fact is solidified when Blaine's eyes land on a peaceful Kurt, curled up on the edge of Blaine's sofa, eyes trained on the sun as it rises, splashing an array of color across the already blue sky. But of course, Blaine couldn't care less about the water color painting in the sky when he has a real-life Kurt sitting in his living room, the morning sun glistening across his alabaster skin, making the boy look almost angelic.

Of course, these aren't the thoughts that one Blaine Anderson should be thinking as he creepily stares out across his living room at his ex-boyfriend. He's supposed to be upset with the boy, no matter how else he might feel about him. But, as it did when they were eighteen, the sheer perfection that seems to surround Kurt invades Blaine's body, and he seems incapable of feeling angry.

"Morning," he finally says, voice soft as it floats in to the silence.

Kurt jumps, clearly unaware of Blaine's presence until this moment, eyes wide until they fall upon Blaine. His expression softens, and he ducks his head - a nervous habit -as a small blush creeps across his cheeks. "Morning," he echoes back, shifting on the couch so that he's got his knees pulled up to his chest and is facing Blaine instead of the floor to ceiling window on the other side of the room.

And then it hits Blaine. The awkwardness of the entire situation seems to splash back into the room, and he is slightly agitated that it had to ruin the moment he was just having. As reality sets in, and both boys seem to become aware of how odd this truly is, he finds that he's at a loss as to where to go from here. Does he try and start up another conversation? Isn't it too early for that? Do they have breakfast and try to avoid the fact that this is the longest they've spent together in six years?

"I um, breakfast," is all that comes out of his mouth before he quickly makes his way into the kitchen to begin making their meal. He busies himself with preparing the food, not paying attention to anything but the task at hand, and when he finishes with the food and turns to call Kurt, he realizes that the boy is now perched on a chair at the bar, watching him with some sort of… adoration? Affection? Curiosity? He's not sure what, but there's something in his eyes.

He frowns a little before grabbing the plate of food and presenting it to Kurt, biting his lip when Kurt gives him a look – clearly of affection this time – when he spots the waffles on the plate.

"You…they're –"

"Your favorite, I know," Blaine finishes for him with a small shrug, as if acting casual about it will make it seem like less of a big deal. Of course, it really is a big deal that for some reason he had decided to make something that he hasn't made since he was eighteen. Blaine gently sets the plate down in front of Kurt, motioning to the various toppings on the counter before making up his own waffles.

Breakfast is awkward, to say the least. They both eat in complete silence, only the sounds of forks against plates occasionally breaking the silence. There are stolen glances, and accidental eye contact, and by the end of it all Blaine really wishes that he could turn invisible or something, because he doesn't like this feeling of the unknown that is floats over them.

"So, um, do you need to head off to work or anything today?" Kurt asks, breaking the silence for the first time in what must be at least a half hour.

Blaine shakes his head no as he stands and moves to the sink, where he turns on the water to clean up the mess of breakfast. "I don't start in the studio until tomorrow," he answers quietly, walking back over to the table to collect Kurt's plate.

"Right, I read the article on the plane," Kurt comments, leaning back in his chair and simply watching Blaine. "I always knew that you'd become this extraordinary singer-songwriter," he admits, catching Blaine off guard.

"You did, did you?"

Kurt hums and nods tilting his head slightly as he looks Blaine over. "Between your voice, your lyrics, and your charm, we all knew you'd take the world by storm."

"I mean, I still have to record the album, and release it in the first place. Everybody could hate it, it could be terrible." Blaine shrugs before taking his seat once again.

"Your voice is gorgeous, Blaine, it'll be anything but terrible."

Kurt sounds so sure, and Blaine bites his lip before looking down at the table, because as many feelings as he has towards this entire situation, he still needs to guard his heart. He can't end up broken like he had before, and god, had he been broken. People use the metaphor of a heart being shattered into pieces, but it wasn't a metaphor to him. No, it was his reality. His heart had shattered and scattered all around, and who knows if he ever found every single piece, or if some of them still lie on the floor of his childhood bedroom. But maybe the gaps that are left behind are meant to be filled by something else? Something better? Heart with missing pieces or not, he knew that he had to protect it better this time, and so he has to push the tug that he feels when he looks up at Kurt once again and finds blue eyes watching him closely with that hint of affection in them once again.

"Right," he whispers finally, taking a deep breath as he tries to ground himself. "Look, Kurt, I know that we need to sit down and talk… really talk, but –" But what? But he can't until he's sure that he won't break down and begin sobbing because this is all a little much? But he needs to figure out how the fuck he even feels about this? But he'd really rather not talk, because that might just bring them to a place that he never imagined was possible after everything that they've already been through? "But I need some time before I can do that," is the simple answer he gives. It's not like it isn't true. He needs to fully figure out where exactly he wants to go from here before he can sit down and have a logical conversation with Kurt – about them. He needs to figure out what he truly feels about this situation in the first place, because his goddam emotions have been absolutely everywhere since the moment his eyes fell upon Kurt in his doorway the previous night, and he needs to figure out which ones he feels most prominently before he has a conversation. There's been too much back and forth between anger and complete adoration for him to think properly, anyways.

"And – and I know that it isn't what you want to hear, but it's what I need to happen. I need time to think, and figure shit out in my own head before I try to talk things out with you. I don't want this to end in another huge blow up, and in order to avoid that, I need to straighten my emotions out."

Kurt sits still for a few moments before his head slowly bobs in a nod, his eyes meeting Blaine's, a hint of understanding behind the fear that clouds them. "Okay," is all the response that Blaine receives, but it's enough.

They part with Kurt's okay. Kurt decides to stay in a hotel, leaving him to think alone in his apartment, which suddenly feels eerily empty without Kurt's presence. He hates that this is all messing with his head as much as it is, but what else should he expect when his life just did a complete 180 without any heads up?

Picking up his phone he scrolls through his contacts before selecting the one he had been searching for, bringing the phone to his ear and listening as it begins to ring.

"Kurt's back," he says quickly, cutting off any greeting that he was about to receive. "He's back, and I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, but there are so many things going through my head, and I need someone to tell me what to do." His words are rushed, panicked, and he can feel his heart begin to hammer in his chest as his body begins to get worked up once again.

"Hey, hey, slow down. Kurt's back?" Tina's voice cuts through the swirl of feelings going through his mind. "When did he – "

"Last night," he cuts her off. "Fuck Tina, he showed up, and he's gorgeous – he's always been gorgeous – and he apologized, and I just want to forgive him and say screw it, but I can't because… because – "

"Because he crushed you into little bits?" Tina supplies, her voice soft and understanding. She gets it, or maybe she just remembers watching the heartbreak from the sidelines, and so she understands it enough to sympathize. "Are you okay? Do you want me to come over there?"

He shakes his head, even though he knows she can't see. "No, I'm fine. I just needed to tell somebody I guess," he adds, slumping against the couch that he's sitting on. "Why now?"

"I don't know sweetie, Kurt's the only one who can clear that up for you."

"I just don't know how to begin that conversation. I mean, he tried to explain it… but it can't be fully answered in one simple explanation. This isn't small or simple."

"It never was between you two." Tina says, causing him to let out a small chuckle. "You guys were anything but simple, or small. You were epic, but just because it's what you were, doesn't mean it is was you have to be. What do you want out of all of this Blaine?"

And he's so incredibly grateful that the girl hasn't asked questions, or pushed him to talk about it any further, but has instead followed his lead in the conversation. Sure, he'll have to tell her everything eventually, she's probably still confused as to why Kurt's here in the first place, but for now she's letting him ramble and think out loud, and it's exactly what he needs.

"I – I don't know." He says before huffing out a sigh. Because he doesn't know. He has felt every single emotion towards this situation, starting with shock and ending with confusion, with a bit of anger and hope in between. "There's a part of me that is so relieved that he's here again. He's everything that I remember him being just in a slightly older version. A part of me wishes that I could forget everything and try to resume where we ended. But he still did what he did, and I had to fight like hell to pick myself up from that, and I can't do that again Tina… I can't."

"I know," Tina agrees, and he can tell that she's wearing a look of sympathy. "I remember how bad it got. You weren't yourself for such a long time, and I'm so happy to have you back. Only you can decide what's best for you though."

"Yeah," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut. "Yeah I know. I'm just so confused."

"Just talk to him, Blaine. Take it one conversation at a time. Move as slowly through things as you need to. Don't make any decisions without fully considering anything, but at least try and talk things through with him. Let him understand where you're coming from and let him do the same. Let him explain whatever he feels the need."

"Thank you," he whispers. "I promise I'll explain things a little better once I straighten it all out in my own head."

"Anytime. Now go, write some music, or read a book or something. Try to relax for a bit."

"Okay… bye Tina. Love you."

He listens as Tina laughs lightly and tells him that she loves him back before hanging up the phone. He looks down at the screen for a few moments contemplating his next move before finding Kurt' s number… or at least what used to be Kurt's number.

Meet me at my place tomorrow morning. 8am. – Blaine

He sets his phone on the table before reaching over to his notebook that is sitting on the ground next to the couch, flipping open to a blank page before grabbing his guitar, trying his best to let the music consume him and take him away for a little bit.