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"Blaine Anderson from Bellefontaine Ohio."

Kurt's head snapped up and he looked around the room wildly, very convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. He could have sworn he had just heard the words "Blaine Anderson" in a smooth and velvety voice that very much resembled Blaine Anderson's. But that was entirely improbable because Blaine Anderson didn't go to NYADA. In fact Blaine Anderson was attending NYU this fall; a fact that he had mentioned to Kurt during their more-than-awkward run in.

Then why is there a Blaine Anderson sitting three seats in front of you? Asked a small voice in Kurt's dead.

No. Not real. Kurt argued, shaking his head slightly. He leaned a few inches to the left to peak around the girl seated in front of him. Shit.
Told you.

Oh shut it, Kurt snapped. Sweet baby Jesus I'm having a fight with myself.

The small voice laughed openly while Kurt leaned back into his seat and sidled down a few inches. The least he could do was try to stay off Blaine's radar.

Don't be thick Hummel; you already gave your introduction.
Shit.
Call me crazy, but aren't you overreacting just a tad?
Overreacting?
Yes, overreacting. Sure, your incredibly sexy ex is sitting in your vocal range class, but you don't care about him anymore. So what's the harm?
The harm is…is…
Exactly.

"I'm double majoring in Vocal Performance and Dance," Blaine stated, continuing his introduction. "I was in a few singing groups in high school and uh, I love scrapbooking."

Kurt clapped politely with the rest of the class as Blaine took his seat.

"A double major? Well Mr. Anderson, either you are very dedicated to your art or secretly have a death wish," joked Mr. C. from his seat on his desk. He chuckled lightly but quickly stopped when the class remained silent. Clearing his throat he added, "NYADA is a great school for both of those studies. You should do very well here."

He would do very well anywhere.
I thought I told you to shut it, Kurt snapped as the voice in his head appeared once more.

"Truthfully NYADA wasn't my first choice, sir." Blaine refuted, smiling slightly. "But I am very happy to be here."

"Oh, I see," Mr. C. replied slowly. "How lucky we are that your original plans fell through. We are delighted to have you join us. Alight, who's next?"

Kurt straightened in his seat a tad and glanced quickly at his phone. Class didn't end until ten thirty and it was only nine forty two which meant Kurt had forty eight minutes of uncomfortable self dialogue to look forward to.
You could always scope out the ex…
I'm resisting the urge to punch you right now.
Wouldn't you ultimately be punching yourself?

You know what I mean…Closing his eyes and willing his eager subconscious away, Kurt decided there really was no better time to sneak a glance or two at Blaine. He rifled through his messenger bag until he found a ballpoint pen then inconspicuously dropped it on the floor to his left.

Smooth, Hummel.

Leaning to the left and bending slightly to pick up his pen, Kurt took the staged opportunity to gaze at Blaine for a few drawn out moments. He hadn't expected anything majorly drastic, but Blaine had hardly changed in the past four months. . True to form, he had dressed in a sweater vest and bowtie, the hems of his pants barely grazing the tops of his feet. The only thing to signify the difference in high school Blaine and college Blaine was his hair. The use of gel was still evident, but he had let his dark curls keep their form. Kurt smiled appreciatively, noting that he had always told Blaine he should use less gel.

"Ahem."

Kurt turned his head slowly upward to see the girl in front of him staring at him with a quizzical brow.

"Um, sorry to interrupt your er, whatever it is you're doing but I think we should get started," she stated, turning in her seat to fully face Kurt.

"Sorry but what exactly are we starting?"

"The know-your-neighbor exercise…"

"Oh right." Kurt raised himself from the floor, pen in hand, and offered a half smile to Amy. Or was it Amanda? Ashley? So much for paying attention in class today. "I uh, dropped my pen."

What's her name smiled sweetly and nodded.

"So..Ashely…"

"Ashtin."

"Yes, right, Ashtin," Kurt corrected himself, smiling apologetically. "What should we talk about?"

"He didn't really give us a specific set of questions or anything. I guess we can just play it by ear."

"Sounds great. Actually, I need to talk about something, would you mind?"

"Oh, um…sure."

"And now he's here, which as you can see is mildly freaking me out," Kurt finished, slouching into his seat in defeat.

Thirty five minutes and twenty seven seconds later, Ashtin knew the entirety of Kurt and Blaine's relationship. She sat with her legs crossed, face cradled in her hands, and eyes wide in interest. She had been the perfect audience for his tale, 'ohhing' and 'ahhing' at the proper times and occasionally adding a soft spoken 'oh, that is awfully romantic'.

"So," Kurt started, sighing softly. "Am I acting like raving lunatic?"

"Well, firstly, I don't think you're crazy," she said encouragingly, peaking over her shoulder to glance at Blaine. "He truly is gorgeous and I would fake drop a pen any day to stare at him. But honestly Kurt, I think that maybe you are overreacting a bit. Ultimately you are the one who ended things, and from what you've told me Adam seems like a great guy. So no, you're not crazy. Shocked maybe, but not crazy."

Kurt nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

"Your friend Rachel, however, does sound a little psychotic."

"You have no idea," Kurt laughed. "Ashtin, you have truly been a joy to talk to. Thank you for listening to my pathetic recount of my adolescent romance."

"No problem," she answered, smiling widely. "It's great to meet someone who is semi-normal. New York is a tad overwhelming when you're from Texas."

"Tell me about it, I was raised in Ohio. I-"

The overwhelming sound of shuffling filled the room as the class gathered their things, some of them finishing their conversations.

"Well," started Ashtin, as she unfolded her legs and bent down to grab her bag. "I suppose we should get out of here. I, uh, meant what I said; it was really great getting to know you."

"You too Ashtin," Kurt smiled. "Maybe we can go get a drink sometime. I'll even bring Rachel along for the sole purpose of your entertainment."

"That sounds oddly exciting," Ashtin laughed lightly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "See ya on Wednesday!"

"See ya." Kurt lifted the strap of his own bag over his head and let it rest on his shoulder, turning his head with all the nonchalance he could muster to see if Blaine was still in the room. He took note of his empty seat and let out a sigh. Whether it was one of relief or disappointment, he wasn't sure.

Half way through his Honors English class Kurt's phone started buzzing loudly from its pocket in his bag. Finishing the line of notes he was jotting down, he reached for his phone to see Rachel's name on the caller id. Jesus Rachel, do you pay attention in any class? He asked, silently cursing his best friend. He rejected the call and set his phone on the desk. Without missing a beat, his phone vibrated loudly again, this time displaying a text.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Kurt huffed in annoyance as he quickly typed out a reply then turned his phone off. Today was quite possibly the most interesting day he had had in a long time and playing witness to the next Rachel Berry freak out wasn't going to make it any better. Taking a few calming breaths, he reminded himself that he was meeting Adam in less than an hour and smiled. Adam had a way of making everything better.

"Of course it did occur to me to choose a more modern adaptation of the song, but quiet honestly it's too predictable."

Adam had spent the majority of their lunch filling Kurt in on the happenings of The Apples. He had somehow managed to evade attending a rehearsal for the past couple of weeks but agreed to come tonight if Adam let him have complete control of dinner reservations until Christmas. In Kurt's mind it was a fair trade; Adam had a horrible knack for picking dodgy corner cafes with mediocre service.

"Darling, are you listening?"

Kurt nodded, muttering a non committal 'Mhm' and continued to stare at the caprese salad on the table in front of him. He let his mind wander to a place that he seldom acknowledged these days; a place where Blaine Anderson was the one sitting across from him. What were the odds that he would daydream about Blaine the very same day he unexpectedly reappeared in his life? And why hadn't he acknowledged Kurt's existence in class this morning?

Because you told him you needed to move on.

Kurt blinked slowly, remembering the phone call from Blaine that came just two days after Mr. Shuester's wedding. He had not been kind that day, wasting no time in telling Blaine that what happened in the car was a mistake and that he needed time. He felt his heart breaking with every unspoken word and silently begged for Blaine to fight for him. But that never came. Instead he heard the subtle click of the line disconnecting and the muffled sound of his own choked back sob.

"Kurt love, are you sure you're quite alright?"

Kurt lifted his head to meet the steely blue gaze of his boyfriend and smiled lightly.

"Of course," he insisted, gently squeezing the hand that was holding his under the table. "Can't I enjoy a nice quiet lunch with my boyfriend?"

"Yes, you can. But your boyfriend would much rather prefer if you joined in on the conversation now and then," Adam joked kindly.

"I know, I'm sorry. I suppose I'm just a little distracted today. I didn't realize that the first day of classes would be so…trying."

"Welcome to NYADA, love."

Kurt smiled again as Adam reached his free hand forward to lightly touch his cheek. He leaned into Adam's touch and closed his eyes, relishing the small affection. The light sound of metal scratching pavement reached his ears around the same time Adam's kiss reached his lips. It was warm and soft, as it always was with Adam.

"Would you like to continue this back at my place this evening?" Adam whispered, his breath tickling the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"Jumping the gun a bit aren't we?"

"Actually I have a feeling that our quiet lunch is about to get a lot less intimate," Adam sighed as he pulled away from Kurt.

"What do you me-"

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, why haven't you been answering your phone!?"

"Oh dear lord she found me," he panicked, turning to see which direction Rachel was coming from. "She's been texting and calling nonstop since this morning."

"Friends often do that, love," Adam laughed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

"Rachel Berry is not a friend," Kurt whispered dangerously. "She is a self-obsessed parasite whose equally self involved boy toy refuses to leave my apartment. Or have the decency to wear clothes."

"You love her dearly, I know you do."

"Kurt!" Rachel yelled again. He could see her just a few tables away, one hand waving frantically in the air to get his attention and the other pulling a less than thrilled Brody along behind her.

"Perhaps she has something interesting to tell you," Adam suggested with a lift of his eyebrows.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh very much so," Adam barked. "Kurt, darling, you're hiding from your best friend on the grounds that she has been calling you too much. Rachel probably wants to tell you how fantastic she was in class, or how perfectly toned her boyfriends ass is. Of course judging from your morning, you're already well aware of that."

Kurt shot him a less than amused look as Rachel and Brody neared their table.

"Honestly love, this is Rachel. What could she possible say th-"

"Kurt!" Rachel shouted, catching her breath as she came to a stop beside Kurt. "You have deliberating been ignoring me all morning."

"Good afternoon to you as wel-"

"Not now Adam." Rachel interrupted, with a dismissive wave of her hand. Kurt could see Adam open his mouth in argument but Brody shook his head slightly. "Is there any particular reason that you have been avoiding me today? I could have been dead for all you know. Then where would you be?"

"Having a quiet and uninterrupted lunch date," Kurt replied dryly.

"Oh. So you find it funny that I've been trying to relay a very important message to you for the greater part of three hours?"

"Rachel, just let it out. What quarter life crisis do you need my help with today? I really hope it's not sorting out your hemlines again because I really don't take much pride in being that close to your downstairs business."

"This isn't a laughing matter Kurt and it has nothing to do with me. It's um..." She paused shooting a nervous glance at Adam. "It's about the Warblers."

"The Warblers?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "You've been stalking me all morning because you have news about the Warblers?"

"Yes," Rachel lied, her eyes shifting quickly between Kurt and Adam. "A uh…particular Warbler is in town and I thought you might like to know."

Kurt's confused stare in Rachel's direction faltered slightly. Rachel hardly ever showed an interest in the Warblers after Kurt left Dalton and as far as he was concerned she didn't keep in contact with any of them after school except for…

Oh no.

Kurt cleared his throat and glanced quickly at Adam before answering. "Rachel, I'm sure if anyone was in town they would have told me."

"Well, you see, that's the thing-"

"Seriously Rach, if they want to see me, they'll call me."

Rachel looked as if she might combust at any moment, letting out an exasperating huff. "You don't understand."

"Rachel, I assure you, I completely understand," Kurt insisted, praying Rachel wasn't daft enough to bring up Blaine over lunch with his boyfriend.

"Kurt, the Warbler is here. At this school. And I really think th-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but what exactly is a Warbler?"

All heads turned to Adam who looked merely amused by the entire conversation. Kurt smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Just a silly group that I sang in in highschool."

"Kurt it wasn't a silly group, it wa-"

"It was a great place for me to learn self acceptance, I agree."

"That's not what I was going to s-"

"So Brody, I hear you like Jinx Café. I didn't take you for the tofu type."

"Kurt I think maybe we should talk elsewh-"

"Oh no, I'm quite fond of this table, thank you.'

"But I really need to tel-"

"To tell me how fabulous Adam looks today? I agree. Mustard yellow suits him well."

"Kurt, I-"

"I'm thinking we should come here for lunch every day. It is really quite cozy an-"

"KURT, BLAINE IS AT NYADA!"