A/N- I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I've been getting ready for school to start and stuff. And for some reason, I just DIDN'T want to write this chapter. Please, feel free to leave comments, ideas, or constructive criticism. I LOVE LOVE LOVE hearing back from you guys. And thank you for all of the follows, favorites, and reviews. Anyway, here it is. Chapter 3 of Blow The Candles Out. I hope you enjoy it!

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The rest of Kurt's day went by in a slow haze until about thirty minutes before his shift ended. Like promised, Blaine had shown up at the coffee shop. Thought the stubble still shown on his face, he had changed from his clothes from earlier into a dark pair of jeans, a white v-neck, and the same black jacket from earlier; his hair still in short, lose curls. He flashed a smile at the man behind the counter as he walked in. Kurt had to concentrate a little as to not stare.

Kurt checked the clock on the wall as Blaine started. "I know. I'm a bit early. But I just couldn't wait any longer." He winked at Kurt who shifted his gaze to pretend to be busy.

Soon, Kurt felt as if someone was watching him. He looked up to see Blaine carefully watching him. When their eyes met, a smile slowly danced on Blaine's lips. Kurt rolled his eyes and checked the clock again. He walked into the "employee's only" room. When he returned, his apron had been replaced by a black coat, and Jess was on his heels with a smile on her face—unlike Kurt, whose face looked like a mixture between exhaustion and irritation.

Kurt walked pass Blaine, who followed him out the door. After a few minutes of walking, it was Blaine who broke the silence.

"Where are we going?"

"To my apartment. Unless you have a problem with that?" Kurt's works sounded snappier than intended.

"Oh." Blaine sounded confused. "No, that's fine."

After a few more minutes of walking in silence, Kurt turned a corner and held the door of an apartment building open for Blaine. He did the same when they reached Kurt's apartment.

"I won't be long," Kurt told Blaine as he went to his room to change. "Make yourself at home."

"Kurt returned about ten minutes later in dark, almost-black skinny jeans and a black v-neck. Blaine, who had been sitting on the couch daydreaming, jumped up at Kurt's entrance.

"You ready?" Kurt asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Of course," Blaine replied cheerfully with a wink. At that, Kurt put his coat back on and the two boys were out the door.

Kurt had taken Blaine to a nice restaurant. He enjoyed chatting with Blaine' it felt like it had been years since he had talked so much. They reminisced about the good times they shared in high school. The mood of their conversation was light and cheery until they had reached the time in their past when Kurt transferred back to McKinley and their friendship slowly died out.

The table suddenly got quiet, and the air round the two men felt stuffy.

"So, what brings you to New York?" Kurt stabbed at his salad and glanced up at the dark-haired man across the table.

"Traveling mostly. What about you? Still chasing your Broadway dreams?" Blaine took a drink of his soda and looked at Kurt causing Kurt to look back down at his practically-untouched food.

Kurt took a long gulp of his drink. Though tequila wasn't his favorite, he had emptied his glass before answering Blaine's question. "No. I gave up on that years ago."

Blaine looked surprised at the way Kurt sucked down his drink. He only nodded in response, not sure if he should ask any more.

When they finished eating, Blaine insisted on paying. "I'm the one who asked you to dinner, remember?" he reminded Kurt with a wink.

When they left the restaurant, the two walked in near silence. Kurt hadn't realized where they were headed until Blaine pulled him down on a bench in Central Park.

"Kurt," Blaine started. "We used to be best friends… What happened?"

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes for a long moment before answering. "I-I don't know," he lied.

"I miss you, Kurt." Blaine looked away, his voice barely audible.

I miss you too, Blaine. So fucking much.

They sat in an awkward silence for a few long minutes. Kurt stifled a yawn, causing him to check his cell phone for the time.

"You tired?" Blaine said, noticing Kurt's actions. Kurt just glared at him. "Okay, okay." He put his hands up in defense, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smile. He stood up as he started speaking. "Come on, let's get you home."

Kurt let a yawn slip out of his mouth. Blaine chuckled and helped Kurt off the bench and too his feet.

By the time Kurt was standing in front of his apartment door, he was glad he had shown Blaine where he lived; the past few sleepless nights were catching up to him, and he probably would not have made it home.

When Kurt reached down to fish his keys from his coat pocket, he noticed an arm around his waist, probably to steady him on the walk home. Though he probably would have resisted this closeness with anyone, he was too tired to care right now.

After what felt like a few slow moments, Kurt finally unlocked the door and stumbled inside. Blaine shut the door behind him and practically carried the already-almost-asleep Kurt to his bed.

Blaine gently peeled Kurt's coat off of him and pulled the covers down. Not a moment later, Kurt was sound asleep in his own bed.

Blaine sat on the edge of the bed and watched the sleeping bout with a smile bigger than he'd had all night. He remembered doing this many times in the past. When Kurt had fallen asleep studying at Dalton, Blaine had taken him to Kurt's dorm and watched him sleep. Never in a creepy way, he always told himself; in a loving, passionate way.

At that moment, he wished he could have done something in the past to stop Kurt from leaving Dalton. He had desperately missed his best friend.

Blaine leaned down and whispered in Kurt's ear. "Sweet dreams, Kurt." He kissed Kurt's forehead and carefully got off the bed.

When he turned around to shut the bedroom door, he couldn't help but look back at his former best friend. I'm going to change this, he thought. And with a quiet click of the door shutting, Blaine turned to leave, wiping a single tear that escaped his eye from his cheek.

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