"Shit." Kurt blurted as he stepped out from his cab. Why does this always happen when he wears new clothes. He had just stepped out into a huge puddle getting his legs drenched. Kurt was terribly nervous about having to see Blaine again so he tried to dress more...normal for his taste. Settling for a pair of faded blue skinny jeans a short sleeve button up with a golden tie and his famous white doc martens. He fumbled with his beige suspenders as he walked towards the building before finally deciding to leave them down. When he walked in he regretted what he had worn almost instantly. All of the workers were in suits and ties with their fancy shoes. Then there was Kurt who looked like he was here looking for a relative to borrow money from or something. The wetness of his jeans not making anything better. Few of the lawyers looked him up and down judging him. 'Wow, it's like high school all over again.' He started towards the reception desk eyes widening as he realized who was behind the desk. "Wes!" He nearly squealed. 'Holy shit it really is like high school' he thought again before running up to the smaller Asian boy and hugging him. "My oh my, how my little Asian has grown." Wes did what Kurt had learned from working in such a lie filled business was a fake laugh before shrugging him away. Kurt knew what this was about but he didn't mention it he just put on his huge show smile and sighed. "Wow, long time no see.. I hope I'm not to early for my appointment with Mr. Anderson?" Kurt grinned at the name remembering some fun nights including his cheerio outfit with Blaine. Wes sighed and rolled his eyes quickly then smiling again. "No you're actually five minutes late but that's fine.. just go up to level 14 Blaine's office is the door on the left corner if you get lost one of the boys will help." Kurt nodded not used to having someone act so cold towards. It'd been a while but he was sure that he would get used to it pretty quickly. Kurt walked into the elevator and pushed the 14 button sighing once it lite up. He got a sudden jolt as he realized that he was about to see Blaine Anderson. What if Blaine didn't like him back, what if he did? Kurt was screwed either way. Whenever he thought of Blaine his fiancée always started to slip his mind. He had waited a good amount of years before deciding it was time. He did wait 5 years and that was long enough for him to wait for Blaine to show some sign, or try to find him, he told himself. His fiancée was also a friend from high school. Noah Puckerman, the one that everyone thought would be a daredevil or maybe even just a prostitute for older women. Turns out he was really just meant to be a gay rock star / fashion designers husband. Kurt really couldn't complain Noah was perfect to him, made him food when he was busy working, brought him lunch on long days wrote him songs was good to him, really just all around perfect husband material. Kurt sighed as he remembered how just last night when he got back from the studio Noah had made him spaghetti with everything even bought the fancy champagne he liked. The elevator beeped and the doors opened showing a room full of cubicles a few doors along the way. Kurt took a quick glance around eyes widening as he noticed the office was mostly males some girls scattered. He was used to the complete opposite. He gasped as he felt someones arm slink around his waist. "Hey there gay face, looks like you found ol' Blainey's office hmm?" It was Sebastian Smythe one of the two boys who had started the whole fight between Kurt and Blaine. "What do you want horse teeth." Kurt glared and shrugged him off. "Oh still sour about all those years ago, don't worry. I didn't get him either..he's actually become sort of a player.." Sebastian nodded then pointed to the door in the corner. "There he is sweetheart, have fun." He smirked in his snarky manner then shoving Kurt in the doors direction. Kurt tumbled nearly falling over but catching himself then walking to the door. He smiled to himself as he heard his old lover humming a tune to himself. He couldn't quite tell what it was but he swore he had heard it before.