The second he looked up, he knew exactly who was staring down at him. Those blue eyes hadn't changed a bit, and still not a wrinkle on his beautifully pale skin. Ha, Blaine thought, that skin regimen was really worth it. He realized that he hadn't said anything for longer than was traditionally socially acceptable, but nothing could come to mind. There were so many things he had to say to him, to Kurt, so many questions, but right now he couldn't come up with anything, so all he said was, "Kurt."

That was all the confirmation Kurt needed, not that he had any doubt this was Blaine, the same Blaine whom he hadn't seen in seventeen years. They spent the next few seconds staring at each other, letting the weight of this moment sink in. Finally, Blaine spoke up.

"Why are you here?" He realized in hindsight that it wasn't the most graceful thing to say, but it wasn't said with malice, only genuine confusion.

"Oh, um, I got a call and I have a meeting with someone." Kurt was flustered to say the least and was having trouble finding any words to speak with.

"Sorry, that wasn't really clear," he said, finally regaining some of his ability to form a coherent thought, "My daughter goes here, and apparently she's been having some behavioral issues, so I'm supposed to meet her teacher here for a conference…Wait, so you work here? You're a teacher?"

"Yah," Blaine smiled, "I am a teacher here…Did you say that your supposed to meet a teacher here about your daughter?"

"Yes."

Blaine laughed, "So you're Effie's father. I knew she must have gotten that sass from somebody."

Kurt stared incredulously at Blaine. He is Effie's teacher. His ex-boyfriend is his daughter's teacher. Shit, Kurt thought, this is awkward.

"You're Effie's teacher?" At the nod of Blaine's head, Kurt groaned. "I apologize profusely. She's been on edge lately because of some personal issues."

At that, Blaine's curiosity peaked. He prided himself on not being a nosy person, but this was a personal issue involving his first love. He could just tell himself that he needed to know for his student's sake.

"Personal issues?"

Kurt tensed up. He didn't like talking about this stuff with random people, but then again Blaine isn't a random person. Though his better judgment may have warned against it, he realized that he still completely trusted Blaine.

"Yah," Kurt started, "She's been having trouble coping ever since her father died." Now that caught Blaine's attention.

"It's coming up on the one-year anniversary and so she's been especially bad the past few weeks."

Blaine finally arose from his seat and made his way over to where Kurt was standing. He gently grabs his hand for consolation: "I'm so sorry, Kurt. That must've been so difficult for you. I didn't mean to pry."

"No, no, it feels good to talk about it. It still hurts, you know, but I'm ready to continue on with my life. Effie, not so much," Kurt threw in with a small laugh. "She's a really good kid—smart, witty, has a good head on her shoulders. After what happened last year she's had her ups and downs, but in months like these she's rude and sarcastic and inappropriate, and I have no idea what to do or say…" at the last part Kurt realized he was about to break down, and abruptly stopped and tried to pull himself together.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know why this is all spewing out. This is what happens when I neglect to see my therapist for a few weeks." Blaine laughed politely at that.

"Kurt, seriously, don't worry about it." Blaine gave Kurt a reassuring smile, and they stood there in a comfortable silence.

"So, what about you?" Kurt started.

"What?"

"Your life. You got the gist of mine—dead husband, teenage daughter. How about you? Any kids? Pets? Significant others?" That last one was asked with a tone Blaine couldn't quite recognize, like Kurt was hoping that he was single.

"Well, no pets, but I do have a four-year-old son named Oliver. Regarding your last question, no. I am not involved with anyone. Recently single, actually, but my ex does not have custody of Ollie for…reasons" Blaine stopped at that and looked down.

"Oh…Well, I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be. Well be sorry that I ever got into the relationship, not that I got out of it." Blaine smiled genuinely at him again. "But, I did get Ollie out of all of this, so everything was worth it."

"I always knew you'd be a good dad," Kurt reminisced. He would always watch Blaine at family parties playing with all the kids, singing and playing tag. When they were teenagers, he was basically a kid himself.

They again stood in silence just basking in the glow of nostalgia. Without thinking, Kurt blurted out, "Would you like to go out to dinner tomorrow?" As soon as he heard himself, though, he covered his mouth and was quick to retract: "Well, I mean I totally understand if you don't, and it might be weird—"

"I'd love to."

That quieted Kurt down.

"Okay." He smiled tentatively.

"There's this great Italian restaurant on 49th and 9th. Assuming your tastes have not changed, you'll love it. Most of it's organic, and they have a bunch of gluten-free options. I'll pick you up at 8?"

"Yah, yes, okay," Kurt was clearly overwhelmed. "Perfect."

Then, realizing what time it was, Kurt's eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"It's 4:30 already! Shit, I have a meeting in 20 minutes across town." Kurt spurt out, getting ready to leave but not wanting to. "I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess."

"Yes," Blaine answered confidently, "see you tomorrow."

Right as Kurt was exiting the classroom, Blaine yelled one last thing: "You're skin care regimen was definitely worth it in the long run. Not one wrinkle."

As Kurt turned around, Blaine could clearly see the blush across Kurt's face. How adorable, Blaine thought, he still blushes like the bashful 16-year-old he was when I met him. And with that Kurt uttered a quick "bye" and was gone.