Ok so...I've had loads of hits and 4 people have added the fic to their alerts, with one person adding it to their favourites which is absolutely amazing and flattering, but i'm still not getting reviews and it's making me reluctant to keep posting, please tell me what you think guys other wise I may stop posting. I'm guessing some of you are writers yourselves and if you are you know how much any sort of feedback - good or bad - is worth. So yeah, please leave me a comment! And here is the next post!

Blaine sat up and stared at the man in front of him, he hadn't changed a bit, sure he had aged, but his body was still the same shape, lovely purt bottom, toned back, thin muscular arms, and even though he couldn't see, he could picture the slim toned hest with that perfect V.

Did we? Oh god? I haven't seen this man in five years and if we...this is not how I wanted a reunion to be...but wait, I have pyjama pants on...so that didn't happen.

What's he doing here? He's still as beautiful as ever...but no don't think that Blaine, you broke his heart, you have no right to think that anymore.

The body stirred and then was still, Blaine could imagine those stunning eyes surveying the room and wondering where they were. The young man rolled over on to his back and glanced up at Blaine. Blaine stared at him, unable to say anything.

"Hello Blaine."

"Hey." He squeaked back. "Umm...did we? Umm I mean what? Umm huh?" Blaine stammered out running a hand through his hair.

"You don't remember last night at all?"

"Umm, no? Wait you do?"

"I was sober Blaine, and no, we didn't..."

"So um, what?"

"What am I doing here?" Blaine nodded, he didn't mean to seem rude but; his head was on fire, he was starting to feel a lot more of his body which somehow felt like he'd been hit by a truck and the former love of his life was sat up calmly in his bed looking at him like he hardly knew him. "I live here in New York now, I work at Latinos and was there last night. You were pretty wasted by the time you arrived, David was with you, he spoke briefly before his phone rang and he had to leave, you insisted on staying for drinks and got progressively drunk as the night went on. When it came to closing time you were so drunk you could hardly walk, and when I realised you lived a few blocks away from the club I offered to walk/carry you home. I brought you up and tried to leave but you wouldn't let me. I tried to lay you down on your bed and you clung to me, almost afraid of letting me go...so I stayed, but nothing happened."

"Oh...well hi?" Kurt half chuckled.

"Hi."

"Has been a long time."

"Five years."

"Fancy some breakfast?"

"Are you cooking?"

"Well, I have flour, and milk and eggs, I could make us some pancakes?"

"No offence...but I remember what your cooking is like...I'll make them."

Blaine sat at the breakfast bar watching as Kurt fluttered around the kitchen, he had borrowed one of Blaine's t-shirts to cook in as all he had with him was his work uniform from the night before. He looked so at ease standing there in his boxers and borrowed t-shirt it was almost like nothing had happened...but it had obviously...they were just friends now...if they were even that any more.

They were silent as Kurt cooked, he occasionally broke it to ask where something was before falling back into silence.

Say something! Blaine thought to himself, you haven't seen this guy in five years! Say something, anything! But what could you say to someone who you'd loved more than anything, and who had loved you the same? Because they had, they had been like conjoined twins from the day they met, Blaine could remember it as if it was yesterday.

So yeah umm once again hope you enjoyed it :) the next chapter will be a flash back...Please please please tell me what you think, even if you hate it, i actually welcome constructive critisism more than good, although good is good too lol. More to follow soon!