Hey again. So, I don`t really have much to say so i`m just gonna get to writing. (:

The birds sang cheerfully as the sun began to rise, dancing in through the window pane, seeping out onto Blaine Anderson`s body, warming him. He let out a soft sigh and sat up, pushing his covers off. The sun had awoken him from a wonderful dream; a dream of the past.

His past with Kurt.

His eyes flickered downwards, wavering slightly, but he stood, heading to his closet to grab sweats and a muscle shirt, as well as his iPod and earphones. It was time to go for a run, something he had been neglecting for a while. He put them on, splashing his face with water and brushing his teeth, and placed his earphones into his ears. A content smile came about him when Katy Perry`s `Teenage Dream`came through; the first song he had ever sung in front of Kurt.

He jogged down the stairs of his apartment, opened his front door and locked it behind him, and began to run in the morning sun.

Kurt lazily leaned on his balcony, not wishing to do anything at all that day. He supposed he could do to get out for once this week; he had a holiday for the next few weeks from his modeling job, so he was bored as could be. He went to his closet and grabbed some black and white plaid pants along with white boots, and a white shirt with a gray vest with his old favorite chain and scissors chained to it. He put them all on, grabbing his phone and his wallet, and walked out his door.

He strolled down the street, softly humming to himself, heading towards his favorite coffee shop. He stopped at a red light and waited for it to turn green. His ears perked up as he heard someone humming the tune to Katy Perry`s `Teenage Dream`. He froze for a moment and turned around, looking everywhere, but the sound had stopped. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He ignored the soft air blown towards him by the jogger running by, and turned back, seeing the light was green. He began to take the steps once again, shrouded in his thoughts.

He turned a corner, now walking on a less crowded street. He loved this area of town. New York was a big city, a very big city indeed. That much he knew before he came, and it did take him a long time to get around; but when he found this slightly more secluded little area with an adorable little coffee shop, he was content. He walked inside, the soft jingle of bells signifying his entrance. People glanced over and gawked, and Kurt politely smiled. He was getting used to those reactions, being a famous model now. It wasn`t the same as his dream of broadway, but it was still amazing. He walked up to the counter and the boy`s eyes lit up.

`Mr. Hummel, you`re back!`

Kurt softly laughed.

`Tony, how many times must I tell you, call me Kurt. I`m not that famous. Besides, when I come here, i`m just Kurt.`

Tony smiled softly, his dark eyes softening. `That`s all i`d ever ask.`

Kurt raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question the seemingly, and quite possibly suggestive sentence. Before he could speak again, Tony had handed him his coffee, the exact thing he got every time he came here. Kurt smiled, reaching for his wallet, but Tony slapped his hand.

`You haven`t been here in a while,`He smiled softly again, his gorgeous teeth showing, `It`s on the house, Kurt.`

Kurt thanked him, then turned to go sit on one of the benches outside. He felt a thickness growing in his chest; the way Tony had said his name did not sound right. It actually sounded very, very wrong. Kurt`s thoughts were interrupted, as in the blink of an eye, he was on the ground.

Kurt hadn`t registered what happened before he realized his hand was covered in boiling coffee.

`Ow, fuck!`

The man that had tripped and ran into him shook his head and sat up.

`Oh my god, I am so so sorry, are you o...` The voice stopped, frozen, halted in time.

`...Kurt?`

Kurt froze, looking up slowly. He knew that voice. That tenderness. His jaw dropped. He definitely knew those eyes. Tears welled up in his own grey eyes; they used to be blue, but for the past few years they lost their color. His cheeks flushed and his hands shook as he stared into the older man`s eyes.

`...B...Blaine?`

Blaine dully nodded, frozen just the same as Kurt, tears in his own eyes as well. He couldn`t believe it. Neither of them could.

`Is this really happening?`The two of them spoke at the same time, then laughed softly. Blaine stood, reaching his hand out to Kurt. He helped Kurt back onto his feet, and when he did, Kurt didn`t let go of his hand. They stared at each other`s hands, then glanced back into each other`s eyes. Kurt bit his lip, tears swelling up even more in his eyes, and he couldn`t take it anymore. He stepped towards the boy, throwing his arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder, and Blaine automatically placed his arms around the slimmer boy`s waist, snuggling into his soft porcelain skin.

`I-I missed you so much Blaine, all these years, this whole time, all I w-wanted was to see you again...` Kurt`s tears were choking him, he was so happy, yet all this sadness was pouring out, all the sadness of not seeing Blaine for so long.

Blaine smiled against his skin, tightening his hold on Kurt.

`Me too Kurt... All I could think about was you... I tried meeting other people but I couldn`t do it.. All i wanted was you.`

They pulled back slightly, staring into each other`s eyes. It was a dream come true. But Kurt was still scared. Kurt stepped back a little, looking at the ground, shaking.

`What... What if you leave me again. I don`t want you to leave again, Blaine...`

`Kurt... I don`t want to leave.`

Kurt sniffled softly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

`I don`t think i`d be even ready to jump back into a relationship again.`

`I don`t want to.`

Kurt looked at him, apalled. Blaine just smiled softly.

`I want to take you out on dates, get to know you again, earn your trust back, and deserve the honor of being your boyfriend again, Kurt. That`s what I want to do.`

Kurt smiled softly, letting out a breath. `That... That sounds lovely.`

Blaine wiped another stray tear away from the corner of his mouth.

`You`re lovely. That much is still the same.`

Kurt softly smiled, blushing, and Blaine grinned, happy to know he could still get that reaction from the boy. Blaine blinked as his cell phone went off, and he pulled up, answering the call.

`Hello?... Oh.. Yes. Yes... I remember... Uh-huh... Yes, I know. I`ll work on it... Tomorrow? Okay.. Okay. Yeah. Yes, Goodbye, Francine.`

Blaine hung up, sighing softly. Kurt tilted his head.

`Who was that?`

Blaine smiled. `My director, Francine. I`m performing for the first time on broadway in the next few weeks here.`

Kurt`s eyes sparkled.

`Really?`

Blaine just laughed, nodding.

`Really.`

The two began to walk away, Kurt not even caring his white shirt was stained with coffee, and Blaine not caring he was dripping with sweat.

The two were happy. Happy with just talking, catching up with each other`s lives, old memories, and just being with each other. They were glad to be together once again.

Okay,that`s where i feel this chapter should end.

So, i might write the next chapter today as well. Just because i can. And i really don`t want to go downstairs and talk to my family. (yaaaay for being antisocial.)

Review (:

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