A/N: Oh my oh my oh my. Well hasn't it been a while? I know. Sorry about that. Well happy summer all and hopefully I'll update sooner than the last update took me. Happy reading (:

Kurt and Blaine were led to a table in the corner by a petite redheaded waitress who was making eyes at Blaine. Blaine smiled, wondering what his life would be like if he was straight.

Blaine glanced up and down the menu, looking for the biggest, most sugary meal he could handle.

"How did... Uh how did you... You and Claire...?" Kurt stammered after finishing his oatmeal and yogurt.

Blaine chuckled lightly at Kurt's discomfort. "You mean how did Ava come about?"

Kurt swallowed hard and nodded. "Omar said that you didn't... That you weren't..."

"We're not together. I'm not straight..."

Kurt waited patiently as Blaine tried to find the best way to explain everything.

"Well uh... That night that we... Uh..." Kurt nodded his understanding, and Blaine continued; gladly skirting around the elephant in the room. He didn't think he was ready to talk about The Break-Up again - especially with how the last two times had gone down.

"Well, later I went to a bar near Westerville... A friend of mine works there so he let me in and I... I had a lot to drink. Claire was at the bar and we... I ended up going home with her."

Blaine felt the awkward tension in the room suffocating him. He wasn't sure how to continue. Should he change the subject? Just stay quiet?

Kurt solved the struggle raging in his head. "You were still in high school." He said quietly, his voice a void of emotion entirely. Blaine couldn't look at him. He couldn't face the beautiful blue eyes boring in to him. He leaned back in his chair, staring intently at his empty plate; wishing there was still food so he could stall when he wanted. How had he eaten his omelet so quickly?

"Yeah... Yeah I was still in high school. I was in class when Claire went in to labor. After that we, uh... We lived month to month after that really. Her parents wanted nothing to do with us or Ava when they found out. And my parents... Well they wanted to do even less than they already were. They stopped paying my rent. Claire and I had three jobs between us once I graduated... Cooper helped when he could, but he had his own life and career and family. I still don't know how we made it..." Blaine stopped, unsure of what else Kurt wanted to know.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry."

"What for?"

"If... If I wouldn't have left, then..."

"Stop." Blaine said, suddenly. Kurt quirked an eyebrow, but obliged.

"Ava was one of the best things that ever happened to me. So was Claire. I didn't even know what a family was until then... I'd never had one and I... They mean everything to me." He said, his voice growing quieter as he began to smile slightly, thinking of every happy moment he'd had with his family. Every Christmas morning, every Halloween night…

"Blaine, you amaze me. I don't know how you did any of that. I just... I missed you... I miss you."

The silence stretched out longer and longer. It was a fork in the road, Blaine realized. Blaine had no idea when he had made the decision, he only knew that at this moment, there was not a doubt in his mind. He was suddenly hyper-aware of how close Kurt was to him. Their hands were mere inches apart.

"I miss you, too." He whispered. And he stretched out his fingers. Crossing some thick line blurred by age and half-forgotten memories, but still visible. They both knew that when Blaine's fingers brushed across Kurt's knuckles, there was no turning back.

Kurt's hand tensed at the touch for a moment, but then he relaxed the muscles in his fingers, allowing them to fan out. Blaine let his hand fall gently on top of Kurt's, feeling the other man's porcelain smooth skin against his rough fingertips, calloused from years of guitar playing. And as they sat quietly, Blaine suddenly felt every repressed emotion of love over the past ten years wash over him like a tidal wave. He gasped slightly, not realizing how much he had lost until it was now back, sitting in front of him with a slight smirk and shining eyes.

Kurt's hand instantly retracted at the sharp intake of breath, Blaine's fingers aching for the warm touch they had lost. "What's wrong?" He asked, sound partly alarmed, and partly like he'd just been kicked in the gut.

Blaine gave him a thousand watt smile. "Nothing," he replied softly.

"Absolutely nothing."

Kurt and Blaine walked slowly down the street back to the hospital. Their hands were hanging limp between them, occasionally bumping and brushing against the other. Both were smiling slightly. They both felt a kind of content warmth that was impossible to describe. They both knew now that the other hadn't forgotten them. That the love that they had shared, no matter how fleeting or how far in the past, was not gone. It had left traces and scars: beautiful and painful and impossible to heal or destroy. They had been broken and fixed and stitched and had made it out the other side. And now they had each other back, and that made things…somehow alright. They were happy just to be in each other's company. The silence between them was perfect.

Until it wasn't, of course.

Kurt's pager went off. Blaine groaned internally. Kurt mirrored him out loud.

"I'm sorry about that, I..." Kurt's face went from annoyance to terror in under a second. Blaine felt a tug in his chest, a slight sinking as he realized what could be coming.

And come it did.

"Blaine, it's... It's Ava..." He whispered. Before Blaine could ask anymore questions, Kurt took off at a sprint down the sidewalk.

"I have to go. Now!" He yelled over his shoulder between I'm Sorry's and Excuse Me's directed at the people he bumped into as he ran to the hospital.

And Blaine ran too. Because he knew it was serious. Because he could feel it.

He could feel his family slipping away from him.

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