I'll post the next chapter in about a week. :) it's the holidays here in England. Happy holidays to anyone else lucky enough to have them :)

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Chapter 2

"Umm, yeah. Okay. Sounds good. I can finally make you dress fashionably. 9am okay?" The message read and Blaine couldn't help but celebrate internally. He ran his fingers over his bracelet and couldn't help but think about what it meant to Kurt because he still wore his too.

1 new message: Kurt Hummel. "Actually, we'd better make it 11 am. I totally forgot I'm meant to be singing at this charity gig for McKinley at Breadstix. They're bigging up successful people who are also musical in an attempt to make show choir cool again. Starts at 8pm. Feel free to bring David and Wes. X"

Crap. He'd been so busy thinking that he hadn't replied. A gig? Cool. "I'll definitely be there. X" He sent back and then sent a message to Wes and David telling them that they had to come or there would be hideous circumstances. Luckily they both agreed and he set about finding an outfit. He wouldn't usually make this much of a fuss about gig apparel but this was Kurtfor God's sake.

Blaine walked into Breadstix with Dave and Wes, feeling a little more confident as they both commented that he looked particularly dashing. He'd put on his dark jeans and a loose fitting white shirt. He put on a suit jacket just to make it look a little less casual. Kurt was already on stage and he couldn't help but stare at the soprano as he fiddled with the microphone nervously. Blaine frowned when he saw a man join Kurt on the stage who seemed to have impeccable taste in fashion like Kurt; surely it was just a coincidence.

Kurt couldn't help but glance at Blaine when he arrived. Maybe he was wrong about his style. Blaine looked… Well… Gorgeous. Kurt shook his head and smiled as Darren handed him a glass of water that he sipped from before beginning his gig.
"Hi guys, thank you for all coming here. I'm Kurt. In case you didn't know, I'm a fashion designer now" David wolfwhistled and Kurt looked down, blushing crimson before continuing.
"And I'm here to show you that you can do whatever you like and still sing." He finished his prewritten little speech and nodded at Darren who began to strum the guitar quietly.
"You were in college working part-time waiting tables." Kurt began singing and Blaine's eyes flashed with recognition before he settled with merely smiling.

That was his and Kurt's song from their summer vacation they spent on the beach. He used to play his guitar and Kurt would sing and Blaine couldn't help but admire his voice, how he sounded like an angel. He smiled up at Kurt as he continued the song, and then he was draping his arm around his guitarist and looking at him. Looking at him the same way he used to look at Blaine. Wes and David exchanged glances before linking their arms through Blaine's to stop him running like he had last time he'd seen Kurt.

During the interval Kurt walked to the bar and got a few shots in before walking to see Blaine.
"Hey, what did you think so far?" He asked and Blaine merely nodded, doing his best kicked puppy impression while David and Wes spoke animatedly to Kurt about his company and whether they would have seen any of his clothes.
"Hey baby." Darren said as he approached the group and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Oh my God. You must be Blaine Anderson. Kurt's high school crush." He said when he looked at Blaine and he physically recoiled at the words as he took a quick breath. That stung. We were more than that and Kurt knows it. Or atleast I think he did. I hope he didn't tell douchebag here that they were merely a high school fling. Kurt gave Blaine an apologetic look then stared at the floor.
"This is my friend Darren." He mumbled and looked put out as Darren slapped his ass and laughed.
"Boyfriend." He emphasized and held out his hand; but no-one took it. "Hey, you used to sing didn't you. What do you say to singing a duet with Kurty like the old times?" he asked and Blaine just wanted to punch him.
"Perfect. By Pink." Blaine said through gritted teeth as he got up onto the stage, took the other mic that the stage-hand offered him and he sat on a nearby chair. He pulled Kurt onto his lap and smirked slightly. Well Darren said to do it like old times. He thought to himself, enjoying the little giggle that this coaxed from Kurt. Kurt started the song as he had done before and they progressed the same way they had 5 years ago. He gazed adoringly into Kurt's eyes like he had done then too. When the song had finished Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek gently and got off the stage, letting him continue.

Kurt shook his head, groggy with sleep as he turned over to see Darren still fast asleep in his bed in Lima. He got up and got ready to go meet Blaine. After the stunt he pulled last night he decided not to wake Darren and tell him where he was going. He'd done a few character clothing sketches after Blaine had asked him and he took his notepad with him to the Lima Bean. He got his and Blaine's coffee order as he was there first and he continued the drawings, occasionally shading things different colors and looking back at previous ideas.

"That's the dress." Blaine said simply as he sat opposite Kurt and looked at the sketch he was so intently working on. "That's definitely Brennan's dress. Thank you so much." He said again when he finally got Kurt's attention. Kurt raised his coffee in a toast which he happily obliged to."You are so amazing Kurt. I'd love it if you were to become the official costume designer for the whole show. We need new blood and your designs are like nothing else I've seen before." The fashion designer blushed before sipping his coffee again as he mulled it over and finally nodded.
"The office was getting pretty boring. Darren won't leave me alone." Kurt scowled and Blaine couldn't help but smirk. Kurt still looks so cute when he's trying to be angry.Blaine mused while Kurt talked and he couldn't help but ignore what he was saying and just stare at him. He was trying to work out how the 5 years had affected his features, and whether those contours he used to caress so freely had changed at all.

"Kurt, what the hell? I woke up and was alone, with your freakin Dad. You know how much he hates me and you're with Blaine, being best buddies and getting coffee." Darren started as he reached the couple and pulled another chair up to join them. Kurt looked at Blaine and rolled his eyes silently.
"He wouldn't hate you if you hadn't got drunk the first time you stayed over and started talking about what you wanted to do to me when you got me alone." Kurt scowled and Blaine coughed, choking on his coffee a little as he looked at the table, trying not to get involved.
"I better get going. I'm seeing Dave and Wes in a bit and I'm heading home this evening." Blaine finally said, cutting through the awkward silence. He stood and looked at Kurt as he got up too. He offered him his hand to shake and smiled, a little surprised when he pulled him into a tight hug before releasing him. He left quickly before Darren could bitch about his conspiracy theories.

"What do you got if you aint got love, whatever you got it just aint enough." Blaine sang along with the radio as he drove back to his house in New York, thinking about what had happened in the last few days and how happy he was to see Kurt again. His boyfriend is such a douchebag though. He thought as he got out of his car and went into his large house on the outskirts. He checked that all the alarms were untampered with then unlocked the door, turning on the light and going to put his clothes in the washer. He had a few days before he had to be back at work, so he decided he'd go and do some drawing in the park. He usually did them when he was stressing about work but he'd slowly got better and he now considered it a pastime.

He set out his canvas on its mini stand and got out his extensive collection of pencils he seemed to acquire every time someone saw him drawing. He watched as the wind whistled through the tall trees, making the whole area seem more natural than downtown New York actually was. He sat underneath his favorite oak tree and drew what he could see. The joggers who were clearly only doing it as a way to get to know each other; neither looked very fit for it. A little girl was teetering along the top of the slide in an attempt to get her businessman/ father to take some notice of her. She giggled when he finally gave in and picked her up, telling her to be careful. He sketched her, happy in his arms before he moved on to draw the lake in the background which seemed to sparkle in the noon sunlight. He handed the drawing to the girl before they left and she smiled shyly and waved as her father carted her off to daycare before his next meeting.

Blaine was about to head off home when he saw someone enter the park on their cellphone talking quickly. He had bright skinny jeans and a crisp yet outrageous shirt which screamed Kurt. What the hell? I'm even hallucinating and think I'm seeing him now? I need to get a grip. Blaine's eyes travelled upwards and he was surprised when he saw the perfectly coiffed hair that he'd so often loved to mess up, just for the outraged reaction.
"Kurt!" He shouted before he could stop himself.
"Oh hey Blaine. Yes. Okay. Same. Bye Darren." Kurt added and waved happily, hitting the end call button and stuffing his Blackberry in his coat pocket.
"I'm feeling like you're stalking me." Blaine said and laughed slightly, hoping he didn't take it too seriously.
"I'm really not. I live here. What're you doing here anyway?" He asked as he ambled over to the nearest empty bench with Blaine.
"I live here too…" He replied and tried not to let his heart leap thinking about how close the too were again (geographically that was!) Kurt really hadn't changed much over the years; he'd gotten a little more rugged and lost that tiny amount of puppy fat he'd always complained about.
"That's so cool. I only live a few blocks north. It's easiest because it's near the office just the other side of the lake. Darren lives a few miles away. He's whining like a bitch because I'm working this weekend." Kurt rolled his eyes like he did every time Blaine used to say something insanely dorky or cheesy.
"That's pretty cool; I live a few miles to the south. Sorry if I ruined your phone call."
"No it's fine. Darren's been a bitch recently; I'd much rather talk to you." Kurt said truthfully and Blaine blushed slightly as Kurt looked in his bag for a few more daywear drawings he'd done for Blaine's new TV show.
"These are amazing, really Kurt. I wish I could hire you permanently."
"Who says you can't?"
"I thought you'd be busy and like super expensive…" Blaine said and he couldn't help but wink cheekily, enjoying seeing Kurt's same blush creep up his cheeks.
"If you stop making me sound like some dirty prostitute/escort then I'll think about it." Kurt said and laughed a little, shaking his head, liking the way Blaine laughed with him like they used to.

Ooooh, so what will he say? :) let me know if you have any particular ideas on where you want this to go or how long it should be etc?

Thank you for reading.

KayleighBellax