Oh God. Blaine was here. In New York. And staying at the Four Seasons? Jeez, his parents really are loaded. "Well", Kurt said aloud to himself, "You wanted to see him…"

He carefully packed the things back into the box and quickly washed his face to wash away the tears. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were still red, it was obvious he'd been crying. But he didn't care. He changed out of his sweat pants and into some jeans. He threw on a t shirt, and a hoody. Kurt would never normally wear the hoody in public, but he was in a rush. He grabbed his phone and wallet and quickly left the apartment. Outside he hailed a cab.

The cab journey was a blur, and all too soon Kurt found himself standing outside room 294 at the Four Seasons. He forced himself to knock on the door before he lost his nerve. Kurt could feel his heart beating in his head. He took some deep breaths to try and calm down. There was a bit of a commotion from inside the room, then the door suddenly opened. And there he was.

He looked terrible. His eyes were puffy and red; his hair was all over the place. He was wearing baggy sweat pants and an old Dalton Athletic t shirt. The expression on his face was one of genuine shock.

Blaine gazed at Kurt. Kurt felt a magnetic pull towards him. His natural instinct was to take Blaine in his arms and comfort him. Kurt took a step forward. Blaine cleared his throat before speaking.

"I can't believe you came" he choked out. Kurt gave him a half smile. "I wanted to thank you. For the box. It was lovely" Kurt's throat was burning with the tears he was fighting.

Blaine still looked stunned. "Come in" he said after a moment. Kurt followed him into the room. It was quite dark, the only light coming from a small lamp at the side of the bed. There was an empty pizza box on the floor, along with a half empty box of tissues. Kurt felt his heart ache. Blaine had been sitting in the dark; crying.

They sat down awkwardly on the bed, staring straight ahead. Blaine sniffled and Kurt turned to look at him. Blaine had his head down, silent tears running down his face. Before Kurt knew what he was doing he was wrapping his arms around Blaine. Blaine buried his face in Kurts chest. "Sssh" he whispered in Blaine ear, while allowing Blaines familiar scent to intoxicate him. "Please stop crying Blaine. You'll make yourself ill" he said softly into his ear. It took Blaine a few minutes to pull himself together and stop crying. Kurt gently rocked him back and forth, rubbing his back soothingly. Once Blaine had calmed down a bit he pulled back from Kurt. "I'm really sorry", he sniffed. "I wet your t shirt". Kurt glanced down at his tear stained top. "It's fine" he said softly. Blaine looked into his eyes, still glistening with tears, and gave Kurt a shy smile.

"Blaine" Kurt said seriously, "You look terrible". Blaine shrugged. "I haven't really been sleeping properly" he said quietly.

"I can see that. Your eyes are all bloodshot. And your skin looked dull. Have you stopped moisturising?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. Blaine shrugged again and looked away.

"I don't really see the point anymore" Blaine looked down at the ground. Kurt really didn't know what to say. Blaine looked up at him. "Why are you here Kurt? Because I'm well aware I look like shit" he almost whispered. Kurt took Blaines hand in his. "I'm here because I wanted to see you Blaine. I've wanted to see you for three weeks. I even booked a flight back to Ohio for Sunday" Kurt half laughed.

"Really?" Blaine choked, his eyes filled with tears again. Kurt nodded. Blaine cleared his throat again, fighting the threatening tears. "I…I didn't think I'd ever see you again. I mean, I thought maybe I'd see you when you came home. I had this image of me waiting outside your house, out of sight, like in the woods or something, watching you from afar" he laughed humourlessly.

Kurt smiled at Blaine. "But I don't live anywhere near the woods baby" he murmured. Blaine looked into Kurts eyes, unsure if he heard correctly that Kurt had called him baby. Kurt ran his thumb across Blaines knuckles. They stared at each other. Blaine took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come next.

"Kurt. I have to ask you something. I can't even say what I'm feeling right now. I never thought you'd actually come. I didn't even think you would read the note I sent you. But now you're here there's something I need to know" he said shakily. Kurt nodded encouragingly.

Blaine looked down, wiping away a tear that had escaped and was running down his cheek. He looked up at Kurt again. "I need to know if you can forgive me. Maybe not right now. But someday" Blaine looked away again, as if bracing himself for Kurts response.

Kurt said the only thing he could think to say. He grabbed Blaines chin, forcing him to look at Kurt. "I think I already have".

A/N How was that? I'd very much appreciate your opinions.