Kurt unlocked the door to his penthouse apartment. He pushed the door open and almost toppled to the ground as Michael pushed his father out of the way so he could sprint up the steps to his room. Kurt flinched as he heard the door slam shut. He placed his belongings on the kitchen table before walking up the stairs and knocking on Mike's door. Kurt could hear the rock music, it easily penetrated the thin walls of the rather upscale apartment.

"Michael, open this door right now our I will break it open." Kurt's voice was stern, yet slightly shaky. He knew there was no way in hell that Mike would open the door for his father. Kurt walked down the hallway and found the electrical box. Kurt ran his finger down the side until he found the switch for his son's room. Kurt flipped the switch and he could finally hear himself think, but it was only for a moment.

"What the fuck dad!" The door swung open and Kurt was face to face with his son. His chestnut brown hair was pushed messily to the side, a few strands hanging over his left eye, yet you could still see the emerald green between the strands of hair. His tie was undone, as were the first few buttons of his oxford, and his sleeves were rolled revealing the toned arms that Michael had "inherited" from Thomas. Michael was literally the spitting image of his father, which was probably the reason behind Kurt's leniency towards him. Kurt felt that Mike was the only thing of Thomas that he had left.

"You will listen to me Michael. I am your father. The way you're acting in Bla—Mr. Anderson's class isn't acceptable. Do you understand me?"

"Did you not have a talk with him today? He's the biggest douche bag on the face of this earth dad! Come on? Who's side are you on? Your own sons, or some dick teacher that you just met?" Michael threw his arms up in rage.

"Michael, I think we should talk. You've been acting out a whole lot these past few months. And I can't help but believe you're having a hard time coping with your father's passing, and I think it would be best for the both of us if we sat down and—" Kurt was interrupted

"This has nothing to do with dad, okay? I think it would be best for the both of us if you just left me alone. If you're not going to be on my side, I don't want to have a discussion with you."

Mike went to slam the door, but Kurt caught it before he could. "Two weeks Michael. You have two weeks to sit here and think about the mistakes you've made. And I pray to God that you wake up from this childish dream Mike. If you're going to mourn over your father's death, I understand, but do disrespect adults in the process! Now that's not the young man your father and I raised. So, you can enjoy your break here, in this apartment, and hopefully you can learn from your mistakes." Kurt turned his heel and walked down the stairs. Mike slammed the door shut and Kurt heard a few things hit the ground but he kept walking. He really needed to learn how to be the bad cop, after years of being the good one.

Kurt sat at the kitchen table nibbling on some fruit salad when his phone rang. Kurt swallowed then answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Kurt?" a familiar soft voice asked on the other end.

"Blaine…I wasn't expecting your call so soon. Is everything alright?"

"Oh everything's fine. I just wanted to verify we still had a date—I mean dinner tomorrow night…" Blaine automatically regretted using the word "date". It had been so long since he's been on one, even longer since Kurt was the one he was sitting with.

"O-oh. Of course. Does seven work for you? I have a meeting with the editor and chief of V—" Kurt was cut off by Blaine.

"Shh. Shh. Don't tell me. I want to know about the fashion guru Kurt tomorrow. I don't want to spoil any surprises. Seven it is, I know this great Italian place in the village. My buddies and I went all through college."

"NYU class of 2017?" Kurt smiled softly.

"Fashion Institute of Technology Class of 2016?" Blaine smiled slightly. He remembered when Kurt left for New York, it's when all their troubles began, and that year; 2016 was the year they last spoke even though they were only blocks away from each other.

Kurt cleared his throat. "Should I meet you there or-?"

"Uh no. I'll meet you at your apartment. Uh where do you live?"

"I live on fifth avenue…why don't I just meet you in Central Park?" Kurt's voice trembled. He was almost embarrassed that he lived such a luxurious lifestyle. He was sure Blaine wasn't doing badly for himself however he was going through a divorce, and he had a daughter to raise. And let's be honest, even Kurt knew that'd be difficult on a teacher's salary.

"That's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow night Kurt."
"Tomorrow night…" And with that Kurt hung up and held his phone to his chest.

"Lil. I'm grounded. I can't come out tomorrow night."

"Come on Mike. My dad thinks I'm going to my other dad's house. It was perfect timing."

"I know…look I'll try and sneak out."

"Okay. Just…Mike be careful okay?"

"Yeah. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night."

"Goodnight Mike."

Kurt was fixing his bowtie and vest in the hallway mirror when Mike came down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked as he looked at his father.

"Out." Kurt said as he straightened his vest and pulled his Alexander McQueen trench from the closet.

"With?"

"A friend. A client. Why does it matter Michael."

"How long are you going to be gone for?"

"A few hours. If I come home and you are not in this apartment tack on 3 extra months to your grounding.

"Months! You've got to be shitting me!"

"Michael! That's another thing. We're done with this language. If you don't watch it, I'll tack on another 3 weeks to the extra three months. Upstairs now."

"Kurt watched his son sulk up the stairs. "I'll be back later. Goodnight Mike." And with that Kurt closed the door and made his way down the elevator, out the lobby and to the center of Central Park.

Kurt found Blaine on a bench with his hands dug deeply into his pockets. A traditional Burberry scarf was wrapped around his neck, hair perfectly combed to the side and a pair of black spectacles rimmed his green eyes.

"Hi Kurt." Blaine said as he stood from the bench.

"Hi Blaine." Kurt bit his lip. He remembered what had drawn him to Blaine in the first place. His smile was welcoming and warm, his arms so inviting. Kurt wanted more than anything to jump in his arms, or at least lace his fingers with Blaine's that were securely hidden in his jacket pockets.

"We could catch a cab" Blaine said as he started walking towards the busy streets of New York City.

"Right." Kurt nodded and followed after Blaine.

"So, let's start with after college…I mean when I left…"Kurt stopped "I didn't mean it like that I just…What did you do after you graduated?"

"I got my master's degree and got my teaching job back at McKinley. I actually taught there for a few years. I met Jason there he the assistant principal actually. Eventually we started dating and he asked me to marry him. I said yes, a few years into our marriage we adopted Lily. She was the only thing that really seemed to keep our marriage together." Blaine opened the cab door for Kurt and Kurt slid in still intrigued by what Blaine was telling him.

"When Lily was eight we moved back to New York. Jason didn't think it was such a great idea, Lily should be brought up in a suburban town not in a city. Part of me couldn't get the idea of New York out of my head. So eventually we found an apartment we could afford and we raised Lily there. I got a job as a music teacher at Trinity and I've been working there since Lily was nine. Jason didn't like everything I liked about the city so we fought quite a bit. And last June we kind of just agreed to end it." Blaine fiddled with his fingers. He wasn't sure if what he just laid on Kurt was what he was actually looking for when he asked him what he had been up to since college.

Kurt just smiled. "I always knew you'd end up teaching. You always seemed to love kids so much. It's what I loved most about you Blaine…"

Blaine closed his eyes and then opened them once again. "Then why did you leave?"