A/N: ahh guys this is my first story and ahh *hides*
My first language is not English so I apologize in advance for any errors I made :)

It's been seven years since Blaine left.

Everyone assumed he would have ended up on those huge billboard posters in Broadway, advertising yet another successful play of his. Blaine had always such a passion for performing; it was difficult imagining him anywhere else but a stage. Since the age of about three – when he'd just learned to walk properly without falling constantly – he'd loved performing – always excited to show everyone a new song he'd learned (which most of them were from Disney movies), or a new dance move (provably taught to him by his big brother, Cooper).

To say the least, it was surprising for everyone when he decided he didn't want to follow a career singing, but chose he wanted to be a soldier. Numerous people – he'd lost count – tried to convince him not to, but he wasn't convinced. He stood up for what he wanted, and didn't let all those people bring him down.

Of course that was until he talked to Kurt. A lot of crying was involved. Yells and whispers, sadness and anger. Kurt, this is what I want. What I have to do. After three very long hours of yes-and-no, and many, many tears (although no matter how many, there always seemed to be more coming again and again) Kurt gave up and accepted the fact that Blaine wanted to do this.

Truth is Blaine felt he had to prove himself. Kurt, I have to prove that I'm stronger than what people think. I want to prove my father that he was wrong, as stubborn as that sounds. I have to do it. Somewhere deep down inside, Kurt understood, although he tried with all his might to deny it.

The day before Blaine had to go, both him and Kurt spent all day together. They went to Dalton so Blaine could say goodbye to the Warblers (which of course led to them singing a song to Blaine and again, lots of tears were shed). They went to the stairs where it all started – it's amazing how some places simply never change. They left and went to the park, where they set up a picnic, ate, and then lied on the grass to watch the clouds, Kurt pressed to the back of Blaine, and leaning on a tree. After that, they went for ice-cream and simply walked, hand in hand, laughing and talking. Then followed the fair. The sun was setting down as they rode the Ferris wheel and stopped at the top. It was beautiful; unrealistic. I love you, Kurt – I love you, too. A kiss. A look. A smile. And then they were being lowered down again, brought to reality. They walked with their hand linked to the parking lot, and once again held hands inside the car. They spent the night at Blaine's house – there was no way they were sleeping separately the night before they parted.

When the sun started to rise, its rays filtering through the curtain, waking up both boys, they stirred and looked at each other, not saying anything for a while. Another kiss. They both got up and dressed and went downstairs, Blaine carried his duffle bad he packed a few days ago. Breakfast was silent – but not the uncomfortable silence – and then the clock strikes seven and Blaine has to go. Another kiss – way longer this time. More tears. They hold hands the whole time. Another kiss – a last kiss. A look. And Blaine goes to his car, carrying his bag and tossing it in the back seat. A last longing glance at Kurt, who is crying again, standing at the door, with his right hand clenching his stomach, his other elbow resting in top of this one, and his left hand closed over the fabric of his shirt, covering his mouth; and Blaine gets in the driver's seat, and after a couple of seconds hesitation, he starts the engine and drives away.

They make it the two years Blaine is in the military, seeing very little of each other, living the few days they have together at the fullest. Until Blaine finally get sent to war.

They talk via radio, and send letters. They make themselves know they love each other. It's hard, Kurt. God, I miss you. You always gave me so much strength… I love you so much. Not allowing themselves to forget it. I love you so much Blaine… keep strong… we'll be together before we know it.

Then Blaine stops writing and calling. After almost a week, Kurt gets a letter, only this time it's delivered to him personally. The officer offers his condolences. It startles Kurt, but he doesn't give it much attention, as he closes the door, thanking the officer, too shaky to being properly able to open the envelope. And it's weird because the envelope is yellow. Blaine's envelopes are white. And that's not his handwriting wither on the envelope…

That's when it hits him. The officer's comment, the letter. His eyes are tearing again, as he opens the letter in his hands, afraid. He reads it once. Twice. Thrice. He reads it at least six times, and he's sobbing now. KILLED IN ACTION. He clutched the letter to his chest as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Kurt promises himself he will never move on, that there will never be another man in his life, apart from Blaine, despite of what Blaine told him. Kurt, you have to promise me. That is what mostly sets the guilt when he finds himself a few years later, dating Sebastian, who he met up with at NYADA.

Of course Blaine is not forgotten - I'll never forget you, Blaine, I love you -, and he never will be. But Kurt manages to move on. Slowly. But he does.

And before he knows it, he is laughing again, eating properly again, living again… loving again.

-O-

Seven years have passed and Kurt has moved to another house, but that doesn't stop Blaine from getting the new address and go find him. With his duffle bag in hand, camouflaged pants and hat, white shirt, and brown boots that go up to his calves, he stands in front of the house the address scribbled in a sloppy handwriting had led him to. The house is beautiful, really. Huge and white, with a big wooden principal door, with a big window at each side – one covered with curtains, on the other the curtains are opened and it allows a perfect view to the inside. And there he is. Kurt is standing there, fashionable as ever. Blaine moves to give a step forward but something stops him. Another man walks in the picture. He's tall – taller than Kurt – his hair is brown, skinny – although you could see well-formed muscles underneath his clothes. Although several years have passed, there is no mistaking him: Sebastian. Sebastian walks over and holds Kurt by the waist, and Kurt puts his arms around Sebastian's neck. They talk, but it's inaudible for Blaine, and they smile at each other.

It hurts. It hurts to see not only that Kurt, the man he loved - still does - has moved on

And that the guy he's moved on with is a man who's made their lives living hell before. A guy they are both supposed to hate… a guy Kurt's found himself loving apparently.

His brain is telling him to walk away. To go. But his feet are not cooperating with the thought and he stays there, frozen.

But then he sees the little girl – a beautiful little girl with light brown straight hair, and perfect porcelain skin, dressed in a perfect little pink dress. She's just a child – no more than four years, probably. Blaine watches as she runs and leaps into Sebastian's arms and hugs him and yells excited: "Daddy!". Kurt is looking at the two of them, smiling unconsciously. He's happy, Blaine thinks to himself.

Somewhere in the time he was watching, Blaine must have dropped the moss-green bag he was carrying, because he suddenly realizes there isn't any weight on his right hand anymore. Yet he feels like he's being crushed by some inexistent weight on his shoulders instead.

He looks down and a drop falls to the pavement, leaving a dark spot.

He looks up.

He frowns.

He looks down again.

Another drop lands almost on top of the other.

He looks up, longer this time.

It isn't raining...

Then why- then he realizes it's him. He's crying. He looks over at the beautiful house again to find that there is no one there anymore and the lights have been turned off.

This time, his body cooperates with his brain and he forces himself to leave. He grabs his bag again to leave - he can't stay here and see this, he can't go in now. No. Kurt is probably better off without him, right?

Just as he lifts it, the door to the house opens and the three of them walk out - Kurt holding one of the little girl's hands, the other held by Sebastian - followed by an older blonde boy - around 10, maybe? (But who is Blaine to judge? The tears distort everything and there isn't a way to be sure).

Something hit him then: Kurt is smiling. Sure, he was smiling before but he hadn't played much attention to it. But now... now he's merely walking and he has this huge smile on his face. Kurt is happy.

So he leaves. I can't do this to him.

Or at least that is what he tries to, because when he goes for the bag again, Kurt has finished tucking in the little girl in the baby seat in the car, and has held open the door for the boy to get in, and quickly kissed Sebastian on the cheek before he gets in the car and walking to the other side to open the driver's door. Over that side he has view of Blaine. And that's when, as he lifts his head, when he takes a step back to leave the door space to open, he sees him: His ex-boyfriend, his best friend, his lost companion... his Blaine.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! :)