Peeks out from sewers. I'm so sorry for the long wait guys. But I'm on summer vacation now so posts will be more frequent! (Hopefully). This chapter takes place 10 years after last chapter. Basically meaning Kurt and Blaine are around 22 years old.
Enjoy!
There are very few things that Blaine Anderson is right about.
He was right when he believed that he would one day make it out of Lima, Ohio and into New York City.
He was also correct when he dreamed of making a name for himself out of music, as he is getting more and more popular in the coffee shop where he works and performs at.
Blaine thought he was right when he thought he would never see Kurt Hummel again.
Kurt moved away to New York after ninth grade leaving a lonely Blaine behind. They had talked over the phone, but it became less frequent until they just stopped talking all together. However, what Blaine was left with was his dream to go to New York to reunite with Kurt.
Over time though, the dream had changed. He no longer wanted to go New York to find Kurt but to show the world his musical talent. He hoped to be a Broadway star. As time passed, Blaine spent more time thinking about his ambitions and less time thinking about his distant crush. Blaine was sure of himself; he would never see Kurt again anyway.
Until one day fate decided to prove him wrong.
He was working at the shop, playing some tunes in the corner and taking requests from the patrons there when someone he wasn't expecting to see again walked in. Blaine however didn't notice, too absorbed in his music to see that his childhood crush walked in and ordered some coffee.
"One non-fat mocha please," Kurt said. As the barista was making his drink, Kurt decided to look around the shop. It was small, but cozy and everyone in here seemed friendly whether they were on their own drinking coffee or watching the live talent there. Kurt watched the man playing his guitar curiously. Although the man seemed insanely talented, something about the man intrigued Kurt. He looked at him closely and he looked familiar but Kurt was sure he had never seen that man before. He'd remember those beautiful, piercing eyes and especially that magical voice.
Whether Kurt knew him before or not, all he knew was that he wanted to get to know him. Kurt would happily spend his entire day in this coffee shop just to speak two words to this musician.
"Thank you very much guys. I'll be back at around noon so stick around. Blaine Anderson out," the musician said. Wait, Blaine? Blaine? The wheels in Kurt's head started turning. There was no way he heard that right. Kurt watched in shock as Blaine stepped off the small stage and made his way to the cashier. He kept staring, missing when the barista called out his name. He turned around abruptly when he felt someone tapping his shoulder.
"Um, I think you're coffee is ready," Blaine said with a shy smile. Kurt noticed how he had his own coffee in his hand as well as Kurt's. Had he really been dozed out for that long?
"Thank you," he took the coffee from Blaine. He turned to walk away before he showed even a fraction of the embarrassment he felt Blaine take his hand.
"Wanna sit down with me?" Blaine asked, gesturing to an open table with his head. Kurt nodded. He could have a nice chat with his old best friend – his extremely hot old best friend. Right?
He and Blaine sat down. They slowly sipped their coffee in silence for a while, both avoiding the awkward conversation that they didn't want to have but they felt like they had to.
"So," it was Blaine who broke the silence, "You're Kurt?"
Kurt nodded, "Kurt Hummel. And you're really Blaine Anderson?"
"The one and only," Blaine declared, eyeing the tiny stage that has been his since he arrived in New York. Kurt looked back as well.
"So, how are you? It's been a while."
"Y'know. Same old shit. Performing, school and sleep. How about you? How's life been treating you?" Blaine answered. Kurt noticed he's obviously changed from the dapper sweetheart that he's placed in his memory. He's forgone the dress shirts with bowties and went a little easier on his gel. He's more laid back now and has truly adapted to the struggling musician image.
"Life's been, well difficult but it getting better now that I'm finally going to the college of my dreams." Kurt confessed.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that life sucks. But at least you're in New York! The city where dreams come true," Blaine said while taking a sip of his coffee.
Kurt remembered when he was like Blaine, so in awe at what New York City had to offer. After being in the city for the past eight years New York was something Kurt was used to and definitely not some magical city where dreams magically come true. "You know you have to fight for those dreams right?" he questioned, taking a sip of his coffee.
Blaine was shocked by Kurt's bluntness; what did he mean? "Well yeah, I know that Kurt but at least I have a chance instead of being in dead-end Lima."
Kurt chuckled, he'd take New York over Lima any day. "So where are you living these days Blaine?"
"Bushwick," they both winced at that, "It's not the most ideal of places but hey I can afford it. And you get used to it after a while." He circled the rim of his cup out of embarrassment.
"Oh, I live in Manhattan with my dad," Kurt said careful about making it not seem like he was bragging, "It's a nice place you should come over some time." Kurt thought about what it'd be like to have Blaine in his life again. Would it be the same from middle school? Probably not, they're older and most likely developed different interests in the past ten years. Maybe the tiny crushes they've formed on each other are no more. But Kurt knew with every second he spent with Blaine that it wasn't true. He felt like he craved Blaine in a way his thirteen year old self hadn't.
Kurt looked at the time and realized he was ten minutes late for his miming class. He looked up at Blaine who was staring at him with a strange expression.
"You have to leave don't you?"
Kurt smiled apologetically, "Sorry I'm late for class," he picked up his finished coffee cup and got out of his seat, "But how about we go out? There's this bar called Callback's, we can catch up there. Tonight at seven?"
Blaine smiled, happy he wasn't being totally ditched. "I'll be there." They waved goodbye.
