Thanks to those who left their lovely reviews and to those who followed. I really appreciate it. And those who added this story to their favorites, you're too kind. A shoutout to bluebelleswede.

Again all mistakes are mine and I know the POV is a bit messed up. I'm kinda leaning into Kurt but I also wanna give Blaine's thoughts and so I end up with a failed attempt at 3rd person POV. Oh, I forgot to state the disclaimer for the past two chapters soooo... Glee is not mine if it was you'd know.

Enjoy! Reviews are very much appreciated. :)

"And what it takes I don't care we're gonna make it I swear."

Blaine saw Kurt before he saw him. He couldn't help the groan that escaped out of him. Kurt wove through the customers getting their morning coffee at The Lima Bean.

"Please no screaming" Blaine said dropping his head on the table. "I have a pounding headache and indoor voices are greatly appreciated."

"I wasn't planning on screaming." Kurt sniffed. "And it's your own fault you're hungover."

Kurt started to drum fingers in the table looking around the cafe. He couldn't help the montage of memories that played through his head. Early mornings and after school coffee. Blaine's random 'I love you.' Staring contests over scones. Valentine's day.

"Thank you for not screaming."

If Kurt tried really hard, he could pretend that things were normal. He was just coming home for a visit and he and Blaine are out for coffee. The hurt, the anger, the confusion, every painful thing between them doesn't exist. There's just the two of them. It felt nice.

"Please, stop." Blaine groaned, reaching out to cover Kurt's hand with his. It stopped not only his fingers but also his breath and with it came the brute force of reality. The events of the past weeks and last night all coming to the surface.

"Blaine, I'm sor-"

Blaine's hand stiffened on top of Kurt's. It was clear that he didn't want to have a repeat of last night. If they wanted to salvage whatever was left of their relationship, they would have to retrace every bad feeling between them. It wasn't going to be easy, they both knew that and there is that small voice in their heads wondering if it would be even worth it.

Kurt looked at Blaine's hand on top of his. It felt warm and familiar. It reminded Kurt of what was at stake, of what exactly they are fighting for, what they are trying to fix. And if this, right here, would be a stolen moment from the past then their problems could wait for a little while.

"I'm so sick of that hideous poster that they think qualifies as art. I mean come on people."

Blaine squeezed his hand in appreciation o f the silent understanding that went unsaid. They would deal with everything, just not right now.

Kurt's other hand began to drum on the table. Blaine groaned in exasperation as he blindingly felt around for Kurt's hand to stop their motion, knocking down the tissue holder. The sound that resonated on the table felt like a hammer blow to his temple. He gasped in pain and started to lightly hit his head against the table.

"Whoever. Decided. That. It. Was. A. Good. Idea. To. Drink. Alchohol. Should. Die." Blaine mumbled punctuating each word with a thud.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh. "Don't punish the table."

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

"No." Kurt smirked. Blaine looked up at him. "Okay, maybe a little."

Blaine whimpered and brought his head back down on the table to resume pounding it with his head.

"Medium drip coffee? It's supposed to help."

Blaine stopped his assault on the table and slowly looked up to Kurt. "You know my coffee order."

"I did pick up a few things along the way." Kurt replied with a small smile. "So, coffee? Wanna split a cookie?"

Before Blaine could respond. a hand covered Blaine's eyes from behind accompanied with a singsong voice that said, "Guess who Blainebear?"

It was Kurt who answered, "Chandler?"