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He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

No. Scrap that.

He could breathe, he just didn't want to. By holding his breath he could convince himself that time too would stop; and he really wished it would right now. Because by being able to stop time ticking right in that moment, he would be able to give himself time to wrap his head around the situation before him. He could just stop, take a deep breath and be able to think clearly. He could sit down in the lounge room with a cup of tea and mull it all over. He could even go for a walk around the block. But no. Despite how much he willed it to be possible as he stood there in the kitchen with his eyes clenched shut, holding his breathe would not freeze time; not even for a moment.

His mind was still running a thousand miles a minute when he opened his eyes. While his dad was fussing about in the kitchen making a coffee, Blaine stood frozen in the doorway to the room in a state of shock which he could quite accurately guess mirrored his own. In that moment Kurt knew for sure that he was not hallucinating.

With that knowledge in mind, Kurt was actually able to begin to process everything.

He was almost entirely soaking wet; the only dry part of him his coat, which Kurt recognised as one of his dad's spares from the shop. His curly hair was still dripping and his body was slightly hunched in on itself as though he were trying to shield his body from the cold. But despite his overall appearance, what shocked Kurt the most was his eyes, sheltered by his furrowed eyebrows in worry. His eyes expressed a mixture of exhaustion and confusion and hope, but most heartbreakingly, sorrow. Staring into his eyes was like holding a conversation, all of his unanswered questions hovering under the surface. I don't understand. Why are you here? Why am I here?

"Here you go, buddy," Burt broke the silence, walking up to Blaine with a mug of hot coffee. "Drink this and then go on and have a shower. Second door on the right; I'll leave some clothes just outside the door for you."

"Thank you so much, Mr Hummel. It means so much to me, you letting me stay here," Blaine said thankfully, warming his hands on his mug.

"Don't worry about it. Now drink up and have a shower before you freeze to death."

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Sitting at his desk in his room, Kurt tried to finish his report for History, but the sound of running water two rooms down and the knowledge that it was Blaine – Blaine, whom he'd been trying to track down for weeks – that was using it was far too much of a distraction.

He couldn't stop thinking about the look Blaine had had in his eyes earlier in the kitchen. The hurt that was evident there cut through him like a knife, his guilt overcoming him. Because he was the cause of that hurt. He can't even begin to imagine how Blaine must feel, believing that Kurt had stood him up and then had no way of contacting him to even ask him why. At least Kurt knew why they weren't able to meet up on that last day; he didn't have a nagging in the back of his mind asking him what he'd done wrong.

Nor could he wrap his head around the fact that of all the mechanics Blaine could have called, he called his dad. And of all the customers his dad impulsively decided to offer refuge to for a night, he chose Blaine. But oh how glad he was. He did wonder, however, why Blaine was in Lima in the first place.

He had wanted to ask him, when they were in the kitchen, but his dad was there and his dad had no idea that he and Blaine knew each other; furthermore, he had no idea whether Blaine wanted his dad to know. So he hadn't asked; in fact, they didn't even share one word.

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He had only seen Blaine for a brief moment before Kurt had decided he had better get to bed - it was 1:23 am after all and he did have school in the morning – and that had been when he'd said good night to his dad who was sitting in the lounge room with him.

However, despite his exhaustion, he couldn't sleep; how could he?

It was 1:47 am when he heard a quiet knock on his bedroom door.

"Yeah?" he spoke softly, assuming it was his dad.

It wasn't.

Blaine didn't move very far into the room, but stood just inside the doorway. Kurt would not have guessed that he was crying had he not spoken.

"You didn't stand me up?" Blaine said quietly through his tears.

"What?" Kurt whispered.

"You didn't stand me up. I was speaking to your dad and he told me about how you guys were on holiday and then he had a heart attack a couple of days before you left and then had to be rushed to hospital. And that's why you didn't meet me that day." Blaine sniffled.

Pushing his covers aside, Kurt moved to sit on the edge of his bed, facing his door. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you but by the time we got back you'd already left..."

Openly sobbing now, Blaine said, "I thought you'd stood me up. You weren't there and I thought you'd stood me up."

Shaking his head, Kurt couldn't think of any words to say, his heart breaking at the sight. So, he didn't say anything.

He was on his feet and moving before he'd even consciously thought the decision through, his outstretched arms wrapping around Blaine who met him halfway, bringing their lips together in what was a very long overdue reunion. He could feel Blaine's tears on his cheeks and Blaine's fingernails digging into the skin on the back of his shoulders and the heavy pulsing in his ears; all of which reassured him that this was in fact real.

Actually, it felt like coming home.

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THERE YOU GO! A little short I know, but that was kind of the perfect place to stop it. I really hope you enjoyed this and YAY MY LITTLE MUNCHKINS ARE BACK TOGETHER! Please leave a review and let me know what you thought.

Em xoxo.