Kurt sighed as the cab pulled up to the restaurant. "Blaine let's be realistic. We were so young, so naïve. I was so worried about starting my career…" Kurt looked away. He knew that he made a mistake so many years earlier but his career was important to him, and look how far he had come.

"Blaine did you really expect me to stay? I was 22 and you were just 21. That's too young to be married and start a family. I wasn't ready…" Kurt got out of the cab, and Blaine quickly followed.

"Don't you think I was nervous Kurt? All I knew was that I wanted you in my life and I needed you in it. Our age wasn't a factor because I knew that no matter what life threw at me if I had Kurt Hummel by my side everything would be okay…"

"Blaine. That was a good twenty years ago. Things have changed, I've changed, and you've changed. There's no way that we could sit here and agree that things would have worked out perfectly because let's faced it! Was there anything remotely perfect in our relationship Blaine?"

They were both standing in front of the restaurants doors. "Are you trying to tell me there was nothing worth working towards in our relationship Kurt? Is that why you ran away? Is that why you got up one day and just left without even explaining why you left?"

"Blaine I had a good reason."

"What? That I was holding back your career? Oh that's bullshit Kurt. You know damn well that I would have supported you through everything. But you were selfish Kurt. So selfish! All you ever cared about was that internship from Vogue. It was always me me me me me!" Suddenly Blaine was holding his cheek as the strike of Kurt's hand left a sting.

Kurt covered his mouth still shocked from his previous action. "Blaine…I'm sorry…I wasn't thinking…"

"Maybe this was a bad idea…Who was I kidding. You're a widow, I'm a divorcee, whatever I expected to happen between us. Just I'll see Mike in detention." Blaine wiped his mouth and started down the street.

Kurt watched him walk away, he watched his first love fall through his fingers yet again. "Blaine wait!"

Blaine stopped but didn't turn around. "Please…let me at least take you home?"

Blaine's hand went up as he called them both a taxi.

"You live in the Plaza?" Kurt asked as they walked towards the elevators of the famous New York Hotel.

"Why are you so surprised?" Blaine asked as he pressed the up button and the doors slid open.

"I mean on a teacher salary…the Plaza?"

"Who said teaching was the only thing I did?" Blaine pulled his key out of his pocket and opened the door to his apartment. Kurt stood at the door and admired the beauty that stood in front of him. The apartment was so elegant it reminded him of the old Eloise books. Lily must've felt like Eloise living here at the Plaza. Kurt placed his trench on the chair and sauntered around the room. He turned to find a shelf filled with Grammy's lined in a row.

"Are these yours?" Kurt asked running his fingertips over the italic Blaine Anderson.

"Oh yeah. I'm a song writer, teaching I guess is a side job. Or writing is the side job. Either way a few of my songs have gotten awards." He opened a bottle of wine.

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry about hitting you before…I guess I was just…hurt by it when I should just face the fact that I am pretty selfish."

"That's not true Kurt. I get myself worked up and I guess since my marriage failed I was just confused. I don't know." Blaine handed Kurt a glass. "Now tell me about your life since graduation."

"Well you know I got my internship at Vogue. I worked with that for a little while. Eventually I started creating my own line and that's when I met Thomas. Thomas was lovely. He actually is the spitting image of Michael. We used a surrogate for Mike. But we dated for a few years, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. When Mike turned 14, Thomas was diagnosed with Leukemia, and he lost the battle last spring. We were married for almost 18 years…" Kurt signed and downed the glass of wine. He didn't like talking about Thomas. It still hurt.

"I'm sorry about that Kurt… I really am…" Blaine sighed and finished his glass.

After about five or six glasses of wine both men were clearly intoxicated. Kurt's legs were thrown over Blaine's thighs and both were laughing, yet neither could remember what it was that they were actually laughing about.

Blaine took a moment to admire Kurt for a moment. His hair was messy, and lips were red from the stain of the wine. After all these years Blaine had forgotten what Kurt's lips tasted and felt like, and for the first time all night he wanted to be reminded.

Kurt was in midsentence when Blaine pressed a sloppy kiss to Kurt's lips. Kurt was startled and a little thrown back by it but too drunk to retreat. He placed his glass on the table before wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. The spark that went through the both of them was a familiar one, one that they remembered from high school and their first few years of college.

Blaine loved the taste of Kurt's lips. They were much better than the taste that always lingered on Jason's. Blaine couldn't help but run his tongue gently across Kurt's bottom lip, which led to a muffled moan and separation of Kurt's lips. Blaine pressed Kurt down on the couch and he could feel Kurt's hands begin to gently tug on Blaine's cardigan. The piece of cashmere was flung across the living room and the buttons of Blaine's oxford were pulled apart and Kurt was placing sloppy kisses down Blaine's chest.

Blaine closed his eyes and recalled their first time. They had fought before, but they made up in a beautiful way. Kurt was proud of Blaine then. And Blaine wished that Kurt was still proud of him.

The oxford was suddenly off with the cardigan and the buttons of Kurt's McQueen vest were flung across the room since Blaine tugged a little too roughly at the vest.

They eventually retreated to the bedroom where both were stripped completely naked. It was the first time they had sex in 20 years. It was still as beautiful as the first and last, yet a little sloppier than before.

Kurt fell asleep pressed to Blaine's body. The rise and fall of each breath was peaceful, something Blaine had missed since Thomas' passing. Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine and closed his eyes hoping that he would never have to wake up from this dream.