Eventually- after how long he did not know- Kurt became aware of people watching him and Blaine as they walked past. He gracefully pulled himself away from him, and ran his hands down his vest. He looked at Blaine with bloodshot eyes.

"Well."

"Well." Blaine's voice was scratchy and raw. Kurt could see he was trying to compose himself, but not really managing too well.

"I...um...I don't really know what to say. I still can't believe you're standing here." Kurt suddenly flopped into the nearest seat, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. He reached a still shaking hand up and ran his long fingers through his hair.

"Kurt... Kurt, are you ok?" Blaine's face appeared before him as he crouched in front of Kurt's chair. "Can I get you anything?" Blaine asked anxiously.

Kurt looked into Blaine's deep, golden eyes.

"Why are you here, Blaine? What are you doing?" Kurt asked softly, desperately.

"I...I don't know." Blaine choked back a sob. "I should go. I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll just leave."

"No, wait..." Kurt called after him, but it was too late. Blaine was on his feet and walking swiftly out of the building, head down.

"Blaine!" Kurt called as he ran after him. As he pushed his way outside, Kurt glanced to his left and saw Blaine's curly hair as he headed down the street.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled again, as he ran towards him, elbowing angry passers by out of his way on the busy London sidewalk. Eventually Kurt caught him, and reached out his hand to restrain him.

Turning him around, Kurt could clearly see the effects their reunion had on Blaine. His eyes were swimming with unshed tears as he desperately tried to hold onto his dignity in the middle of the busy city, which was now packed with workers trying to hurry back from their lunch breaks.

"Please Blaine, don't walk away from me. You've done enough of that, don't you think?" Kurt's comment was loaded, and it hurt. Blaine recoiled as if the words had slapped him about the face.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, that was harsh. And probably uncalled for. But I'm not really thinking straight right now. Look, just...wait here. Please? Let me run back and grab my stuff, then we can go somewhere and talk, ok?"

Blaine nodded, feeling both excited and terrified all at once.

It seemed like only seconds later that Kurt was running back up the street, messenger bag slung over his shoulder and hastily buttoning up a dark green Burberry overcoat which clung to him in all the right places. Seemingly now a lot more composed, he smiled tentatively at Blaine.

"Shall we?"

"Um...yeah, yes. Erm...where do you want to go?" Blaine blushed as he spoke. When had he lost the ability to speak to Kurt properly? he wondered. This was the man he had shared six wonderful years of his life with, whom he had been more intimate with than any other, and now here he was, unsure of how to act or what to say. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for Kurt's response, an old habit of his ex-boyfriends that he had picked up when they were together.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly, gazing adorably at Kurt's face as he daydreamed.

"Yes? What? Umm...right. Yes. What did you say?" Kurt asked as his cheeks flushed, because damn, Blaine standing before him in a suit, tie slightly loose, with flushed pink cheeks and biting his lip was the hottest thing Kurt had seen in...well, in four years actually.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Oh, right. Sorry. Right. Well, we could go to the park. It's not far, and they have a cute little cafe where we could get a coffee maybe?"

"Sounds perfect. Lead the way." Blaine wanted desperately to take Kurt's hand in his, just like he always did, but he knew they were nowhere near that comfortable with each other. So instead he settled for watching Kurt's fine ass as he weaved his way through the pedestrians and they made their way towards Hyde Park. He smiled as Kurt glanced over his shoulder to check he was still following.

As they entered the park, Kurt became aware of Blaine- now walking next to him- turning his head this way and that, trying to take in his surroundings.

"Blaine, have you been to London before?"

Blaine smiled shyly back at Kurt.

"No. And I only got in yesterday so I'm still finding my way around. I think my hotel is near here somewhere, it looks out at a park, anyway."

"Where are you staying?" Kurt stopped walking and looked at Blaine. Making small talk like this, it was nice. A bit uncomfortable maybe, but easier than Kurt had thought it would be.

"The Hilton, Park Lane."

Kurt laughed.

"Then yes, your hotel is near here, right over there in fact." Kurt pointed to the bottom corner of the park.

"Oh I see." Blaine shook his head slightly as they continued walking.

"So you haven't seen any of the tourist attractions?" Kurt ribbed gently as they headed towards the small cafe by the Serpentine river. "Not been to visit the tower, or Buckingham Palace? How about the tube? Have you been on the tube yet?" Kurt became vaguely aware that he was rambling again, trying to prevent any awkward silences from forming.

Blaine shook his head.

"Well it's the same as the subway, so you're not missing out on much there. So what have you done then?"

"Um...well, I just kind of got in a cab from the airport to the hotel. Then I slept, then David came and we spent a few hours calling various fashion houses to find the one you worked for."

"David came?"

"Yeah, he lives in London now. He's a music producer. He's married to a British girl."

"Why didn't you just ask my Dad where I worked?"

" I wanted to surprise you. I'm not sure if that was a good thing or not." Blaine side eyed Kurt as they stopped at the cafe.

"I'm not sure either. I'll let you know." Kurt pushed open the door to the cafe and stepped inside, leaving Blaine to find an outdoor table. When he emerged a few minutes later, once again Kurt seemed to have composed himself, though Blaine was starting to wish he would let the barriers down for longer than a split second.

" I take it your order is still the same." Kurt said brightly as he sat down.

"Yes, thank you." Blaine replied as he warmed his hands around the cup. Despite the bright sunshine the air held a chill to it, and Blaine wished he had worn more layers, like Kurt.

"So." Kurt began, " I, erm...I'm sorry about your Dad, I guess."

"Don't be," Blaine responded before taking a sip of his too hot coffee. "I'm not. Don't get me wrong, cancer is a bitch and it did upset me to see it consume him, but now he's gone...I don't know. I just feel relief I guess."

Kurt hummed thoughtfully as he looked out at the river.

"And how is your mom?" Kurt asked politely, as the atmosphere tensed between them.

"The same as ever. I think she's missing Dad, but she'll never let that side show in public of course." For a moment, Blaine sounded bitter and Kurt waited, expectantly.

"She said to say hi, by the way." Kurt snorted as Blaine said those words, because really, what did Blaine take him for?

"No she didn't! I'm not stupid. She always hated me, she hates me now, and she will go to her grave still hating me, of that I am sure." Kurt said in a bitchy manner.

"How do you know she still hates you?" Blaine asked curiously.

"I just do, that's all." Kurt replied, deciding not to impart the news of his unannounced visit to the Anderson's, it was clear Blaine's mom had not told him about it.

"How's Cooper and Mindy?" Kurt asked, changing the subject.

"They're good. Still in LA. Mindy teaches dance now, alongside Cooper at the acting studios. It's going well."

"Good. I didn't get to speak to him...you know, at your Dad's service."

"From what Burt told me, you didn't speak to anyone."

Kurt looked at the ground as he fiddled with the buttons on his jacket. The silence between them was deafening.

"I couldn't, Blaine. I'm sorry. I just... well, I thought I should go but seeing you just..."

"Just what?" Blaine asked softly.

"It hurt, Blaine." Kurt said as he finally turned to face him. "It was like everything had been knocked out of me and I couldn't breathe. I knew we needed to talk, I knew at some point the paths of our lives would inevitably intertwine again, but I didn't want it to be there and then."

"I've missed you." Blaine said quietly, simply, as he reached over to take Kurt's hand in his.

"I know you have," Kurt replied as he allowed his hand to be taken. "And don't think I haven't missed you, because I have. So much. But I don't know if I can do this. I need to know what made you act like you did Blaine. I want to understand what made you hurt me so much. I want to, but I'm scared. So scared. Right now I don't know what to think or feel."

Blaine didn't take his eyes off Kurt as his thumb began to run back and forth across the soft, pale skin of Kurt's hand.

"Let me take you out to dinner."

"I don't know Blaine. Is that really a good idea?"

"Please," Blaine said as his eyes implored with Kurt. "Just dinner. We can talk, try and get to know each other again."

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" Kurt asked as he moved his hand away. "You're going to have to tell me what happened at some point Blaine. If there is ever any way of us having anything approaching a friendship again, then I need an explanation from you."

"I know you do." Blaine sighed. "And I will explain. I promise. Just, not tonight ok? Let me take you out to dinner, we can catch up on each others lives and just have a pleasant evening together."

"Don't make me regret this, Anderson." Kurt said, trying and failing to give Blaine his best bitch face.

"I won't, I promise." Blaine looked like an excitable puppy as his face broke out into a huge grin.

"Oh behave," Kurt rolled his eyes at him "It's just dinner. You can take me to Le Gavroche." He said as he stood up. " I'm going back to work to finish up, meet me there at eight."

At eight pm sharp, Blaine stood on the steps of the Burberry offices clutching a bouquet of roses and trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He had changed his outfit several times before deciding on a simple dark Armani suit, with a dark purple shirt and tie. Kurt finally emerged, and Blaine noticed that he had also changed.

"Hi," Kurt smiled down at Blaine as he walked down the steps.

"Hey," Blaine replied, staring into Kurt's eyes which were twinkling with excitement. "Oh, um...these are for you." He said, as he held out the flowers.

"Thank you, they're beautiful," Kurt said as he inhaled the scent. He looked up at Blaine, his eyes narrowing. " This isn't a date though, right? You do realize that?"

"I know. I just wanted to, that's all. Shall we?" Blaine held out his arm to Kurt, who took it, and the pair began walking down the street. "You look nice, by the way."

"Oh please Blaine," Kurt scoffed, "I look better than 'nice'."

"Well I was going to say you look beautiful, but I wouldn't want you to think I was hitting on you- since this isn't a date." Blaine turned to look at Kurt, his eyes shining with laughter and a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh. Well, thank you. I think" Kurt reddened as he took in Blaine's words. "I designed this jacket myself, it's from our fall line." he said proudly.

"Really Kurt, that's amazing! Its gorgeous." Blaine took in the light gray velvet suit jacket Kurt was wearing. It was tailored to fit tightly on the waist, and had darker gray piping around the lapels. Kurt had teamed it with a white shirt and gray cravat with black spots, topped off with the black skinny jeans and boots from earlier.

"Like what you see, huh?"

"In more ways than one." Blaine smirked. Kurt stopped walking and looked sharply at him. Blaine held his hands up. "Sorry, sorry. Not a date. I know. But you walked into that one." Blaine chuckled but stopped when he realized Kurt wasn't moving. "Stop being silly Kurt. You said yourself it's just dinner. Now come on or we'll miss our reservation."

"Where are we going anyway?" Kurt asked as he started to walk again.

"Le Gavroche, remember?"

"Really?" Kurt exclaimed, "You got us in? Oh my God Blaine!" He clapped his hands excitedly and quickened his pace.

"Well, yeah. You said that was where you wanted to go." Blaine looked confusedly at Kurt.

"I know but I...oh never mind. Thank you, though."

Dinner went well. The food was exquisite, and the bottle of wine the two men shared definitely helped to relax them. Kurt told Blaine all about his job designing menswear for Burberry. He had only been in London a little over a year, but had spent his time before that travelling Europe extensively while working for Vogue.

Blaine's story seemed dull in comparison. He had stayed in New York, working, and had bought an apartment overlooking Central Park. Neither man mentioned if there had been any others for them, or dared touch on the fact that they had both been thoroughly miserable for four years. Tonight was the first time either of them had been happy in so long, and they didn't want the evening to end. Eventually Blaine suggested they go and find a cab, and Kurt agreed reluctantly.

"You don't have to see me home you know." Kurt said as he stood on the sidewalk shivering in the chilly night air.

"It's ok Kurt, really, I want to." Blaine replied as he took off his suit jacket and draped it around Kurt's shoulders. "C'mon, here's a cab."

Twenty minutes later they pulled to a stop outside a sleek, modern apartment building. Blaine paid the fare and got out after Kurt.

"You didn't have to see me to my door," Kurt grumbled as they waited for the elevator. "Its..."

"Not a date. I know, Kurt. Christ. Will you just leave it?" Blaine snapped, his annoyance starting to show as he raked his fingers through his hair. "I had a really great evening with you, don't ruin it by being so pedantic about everything." They emerged from the elevator and walked down the corridor as Blaine continued. "I'm not trying to hit on you, I was just escorting you home because I wanted to make sure you were safe. That's all. Satisfied?"

"I wish you were." Kurt said quietly as he looked at Blaine through his lashes.

"You wish I were what?" Blaine asked exasperatedly as they came to a stop in front of Kurt's door.

"Trying to hit on me."

"Kurt..."

"Kiss me."

"Kurt, I..."Blaine began, but before he could continue Kurt reached out and pulled Blaine towards him by his tie.

Unable to resist, Blaine gently pressed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt immediately responded, deepening the kiss. His hands moved to snake around Blaine's neck as the two men moved their lips together, before Blaine gently pushed Kurt away to stare at him with dark, lust filled eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Blaine whispered. By way of an answer, Kurt turned around and unlocked his door. Looking back over his shoulder, he gently took Blaine's hand and pulled him inside.

As the door clicked shut behind them, both men stood staring at each other in the soft light coming from a table lamp Kurt had switched on. Blaine briefly had time to take in a large, open plan living area which was very tastefully furnished, before Kurt was upon him. He took Blaine's face in his hands, and crashed their lips together in a burning, passionate kiss. The dark haired man hesitated for just a second, before giving himself over to his feelings. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, before swiping his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Kurt immediately complied, moaning deep in his throat as their tongues danced together. He wound his hands into the curls at the base of Blaine's neck before giving a sharp tug which elicited a very loud "Fuck!" from the man.

Suddenly, Kurt's hands were everywhere, grasping, pulling at buttons, demanding more. As Blaine attached his lips to his neck, Kurt threw his head back against the door and moaned loudly. Blaine loosened his tie and threw it to the floor before pushing both jackets off Kurt's shoulders and starting to unbutton his shirt, all the while sucking and biting at Kurt's neck, leaving large purple marks in his wake. Kurt set to work on Blaine's shirt and then his trousers, and soon both men were down to their tight boxer briefs, straining erections clear to see.

"Holy fuck Kurt, you're so...just...so...fucking amazing" Blaine stared in wonder at Kurt's milky white skin, reaching out to trace lightly down his sternum and over the faint outline of his abs before following his finger with a trail of kisses. Kurt thumped his head back against the door again as Blaine hooked his fingers into the pale man's underwear, pushing it down to the floor. He kissed up the insides of Kurt's thighs before placing a kiss to the tip of his leaking cock. Slowly, he let his tongue trace around the head before he suddenly sunk his mouth down, engulfing Kurt in the heat of his mouth.

"Jesus, Blaine!" Kurt screamed as he thrust forward. Blaine looked up at Kurt through his long dark eyelashes as he hollowed his cheeks to take Kurt even deeper, running his tongue expertly up and down the shaft as he built up a rhythm. Kurt reached down and tangled his hands into Blaine's curls, before starting to fuck his mouth. Blaine hummed appreciatively as Kurt sped up, legs starting to shake as familiar heat coiled in his stomach. Suddenly Blaine pulled off and stood up.

"No, not yet." He said, as Kurt pulled him in and started to suck a big, purple hickey onto his neck. "Kurt, I want...ah!...I want you to fuck me." Kurt pulled back to look at him, eyes black with lust.

"Couch. Now." He all but growled, as he took Blaine by the wrist and led him across the room. He stopped to rummage in his bag before removing a small bottle of lube and a condom. He came up behind Blaine and started kissing along his broad shoulders. He reached his earlobe and started biting it gently before murmuring "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't sit properly for a week. Now bend over." Blaine had always loved this rough side of Kurt, and it seemed like that hadn't changed as he eagerly bent over the couch.

Kurt reached around with one hand and started pumping Blaine's thick, hard cock. He pressed a slick finger up against Blaine's tight entrance and began to circle lightly, pushing gently inside as Blaine pushed back with a moan. Quickly, Kurt added another, needing to hear Blaine come undone.

"Oh God Kurt, fuck! Oh yes! More, please, I need more." Kurt smirked as he watched Blaine's tight hole clenching around his long slender fingers. He pulled out and quickly put three fingers back in as Blaine moaned even louder, the noise going straight to Kurt's hard cock.

"I'm ready Kurt, just fuck me please, take me." Kurt quickly unrolled the condom over his long length before pushing swiftly into Blaine.

"Fuck." They both said together as Kurt stilled.

"Ok, move." Blaine commanded. Kurt started to move in and out of Blaine. Slowly at first, not wanting to hurt him, but quickly starting to build a swift rhythm.

"Oh Jesus Blaine, feels so good. You're so fucking tight for me Blaine." Kurt panted as he thrust into Blaine. Leaning forward, he started to bite Blaine's shoulder hard.

"Kurt! Oh! Fuck me harder." Blaine begged as he turned to capture Kurt's mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Kurt began to pump Blaine's cock in his hand again, swiping his thumb over the top to smear his pre-come down the sides as he fucked into Blaine.

"Oh God Kurt, it's you, it's always been you." Blaine babbled. Kurt barely had time to register what he was saying before Blaine erupted all over the back of the couch, his hot white come pouring all over Kurt's hand. The sight and feel of Blaine hitting his orgasm pushed Kurt over the edge, and with one more sharp thrust he was coming hard too, filling the condom and collapsing over Blaine's back as his legs began to shake. Peppering soft kisses to Blaine's back, he withdrew gently as Blaine whimpered at the emptiness. Kurt tied the condom off and headed towards a door which Blaine assumed was the bathroom, returning wrapped in a dark red robe and carrying a washcloth and towel.

"Here," He said softly, not looking at Blaine as he held the items out for him.

"Thanks." Blaine rasped, his voice hoarse from taking Kurt so deep in his throat. He cleaned himself off quickly and wrapped the towel around his hips, feeling suddenly shy. He walked over to Kurt, who was looking out of enormous glass doors which led out onto a balcony overlooking the river Thames.

"Wow." Blaine said as he looked out at the lights of London.

"Yeah, quite the view." Kurt murmured.

Blaine turned and held his arms open, but Kurt stiffened in Blaine's embrace.

"Kurt?" Blaine pulled back to look at him, but Kurt stared at the ground.

"I think you should leave." Kurt whispered into the still room.

"What?"

"I think you should go. This was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. And I'm sorry Blaine, I shouldn't have let it happen but I did."

"Are you kidding me? You just fucked me over your couch, and now you're kicking me out?!" Blaine's voice was incredulous as he stepped away from Kurt. " Is

that what you do now? Let guys buy you dinner, then a quick fuck before you send them on their way?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed in anger.

"Yeah, pretty much spot on," he spat. "You see, I tried a relationship, but I got hurt so badly by this prick of a guy who I thought actually loved me, that I find it easier to just do sex without feelings."

"Oh that's low, Kurt. Jesus. When did you become so bitter and twisted?" Blaine snarled as he buttoned his shirt.

"When you walked out of my life with no fucking explanation, you shit!" Kurt exploded. "When you told me that you had never loved me! When I tried to contact you every fucking way I knew how, but you just blocked me out. THAT'S when!" Kurt turned again towards the window as Blaine headed towards the door.

"Fine. Then I guess you're right. This was a mistake. Sorry for taking up so much of your time. I'll leave you alone." Blaine said, his voice starting to crack.

Suddenly Kurt spoke, his voice hesitant.

"Did you mean it, Blaine, what you said when...you know."

Blaine stopped with his hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. He looked over to Kurt, looking so small and fragile bathed in the city lights and wished more than anything that he knew how to make this right.

"Of course I meant it Kurt. It's always been you, and it always will be." He turned and left quietly, leaving Kurt standing alone.