I pushed open the door to the little shop. Instantly I was surrounded by the smell of the sweetest memories. Like the scent of I Love you, and the sensation of relaxation after a long school day. Not to mention the warmth in a pair of hazel eyes that would always remind me of how lucky I was. I carefully looked around the shop, noticing over in the far right corner, sitting alone and seeming rather distressed yet pleased, was my destination. I walked towards Blaine. The butterflies which had once settled in my stomach began to flutter again, making me feel very nauseous.

"Hey."

I said as I came closer to the table. Blaine almost jumped out of his chair and fell to the floor.

"Oh! Hey."

He exclaimed breathlessly. He stood and held out his hand towards the chair on the other side. I nodded and we sat together.

"Sorry I was just thinking…"

"Oh. No, it's ok. Um, thank you. Really this actually means a lot to me, that we could meet up again."

"Yeah. No, Problem."

Blaine smiled, but it seemed like he didn't know what exactly he was doing. It was awkward.

"So."

I began. It's now or never right.

"I well um…"

"Kurt, I love you and I always will. Truth is ever since we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I haven't been involved with anyone else I just…can't-can't get you out of my head."

The words fell from Blaine's mouth, like a bucket of water that had been knocked over. He looked at me; deer in the headlights look stricken across his face.

"Blaine."

I said adoringly.

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

Blaine looked at Kurt perplexed.

"What?"

"Yeah, you're sort of like dog hair on a pair of black pants. I just can never seem to get rid of you."

I smiled. Blaine glanced down at the table bashfully.

"Look, I don't care what you did. Everyone makes mistakes, I get that. Just never do it again."

Blaine tilted his head.

"Again?"

"Yes, but only if you want to…"

I smiled; this was easier than I thought. Blaine smiled genuinely; I could tell it had been a long time since his smile meant something.

"I promise I will never, ever let that happen again."

"Good."

I reached over and grabbed his hand, and smiled at him dearly. It felt natural; my hand slipped right into his palm just where it always had. It fit perfectly.

"NO WAY!"

I turned to see Sam and the new guy, I think his name is Jake, walking towards us. They both pulled up chairs on either side of us.

"Please tell me this is official? He's been nothing but a depressed puppy ever since."

Sam pointed at Blaine.

"Yeah I've been waiting for the day he shows up to school in his pajamas eating ice cream."

Jake chimed.

I looked at our hands, so fitting. Then I looked up at Blaine, reassuringly.

"Yeah. It's official."