Epilogue

He let him go. He could not bear the thought of not having other lifetimes together. He would have to suffer through this one alone.

He threw himself into his music. "Taught" himself how to play piano and violin. Started writing music. Burt and Carole sent him to a school for musically gifted children. It was nice to have parents that cared this time.

Went to Julliard. Probably should have gone the first time. Started selling songs. Had a couple of boyfriends here and there but nothing ever serious. In reality he was just marking time. Time without Sebastian.

November 27, 2037

He knew he shouldn't go but this was the first time in three years that he had been in NYC on this date. He just wanted to let himself remember and not try to push the memories away like he did every other day.

The place had barely changed. It still had arrangements of comfortable seating areas, delectable looking pastries and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. It was just as he remembered. It smelled like home.

He sat down next to the window and watched the world go by. He did this a lot and would wonder if all those people who were in such a hurry were running off to be with their soulmates. Did they even know who their soulmate was or were they like him? He was stuck in hell, literally, waiting to die so he could move onto the next life with Sebastian. These thoughts did nothing for him but make him cry.

The sound of his phone ringing brought him back. He smiled when he saw who it was "Hey Kit Kat." "Hey you, I have no time but had to call to tell you that it is alright. It wasn't you. It was him. Gotta go! Love ya!" Blaine just looked down at his phone, trying to figure out what in the hell his friend was talking about. He was getting ready to call her back when…

"Hey Killer" said the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Blaine looked up at the man with the voice, just to make sure that his daydreams were not interfering with his reality. But the man was real, standing there with his trademark smirk on his face but a light in his eyes. He was definitely 15 years older but time had been really good to him.

"Bas? Is it really you?"

"Yeah, it's really me Blaine".

"How did you know?"

Sebastian sat down across from his husband and grabbed his hand from across the table. He didn't know if it was to steady his nerves or Blaine's. "I saw it in your eyes on that Back to School Night. I saw all the lives we had spent together. I am guessing that was the night you started remembering me." Blaine nods "I questioned it at times but you sang 'In Your Eyes' at the talent night, and you knew an awful lot about Paris for a 10 year old that had never been there and you were always trying to make me smile.. Plus you really, really liked to jump on furniture"

It was then Blaine realized what Kitty's call meant. HE didn't tell Bas, BAS figured things out on his own. Their timeline would continue.

Blaine just giggled and shook his head "Guess I wasn't as stealth as I thought I was. But yes, I remembered everything at that Back to School Night. I mean everything. Why do you think I was always getting a boner whenever you were around?"

"And how do you think I felt? I know it is really kind of pervy to admit but the way you would blush and become frustrated when they would happen would cause me to have the same problem. It was awful. I felt like Burt and Carole were going to have me set-up by one of those predator TV shows. That is why I had to leave"

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Killer but you were 10 years old" Sebastian said with a sigh "I just couldn't be around you anymore. I did keep in touch with Kitty and she would tell me things about you, well Hud. I told her I wondered about Hud due to his connection with your death. Did she know you were you?" Blaine nodded. "She never told me. Last week when I talked to her she told me Hud was back in NYC. I came here today to decide whether or not I was going to attempt to find you."

"You remembered the day?"

"Of course I remembered. I'm just glad you did too."

"Bas" "Yes Killer"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you"

"It's OK Blaine. Just come home."

Note: Thanks for reading. This is my first attempt at angst. I hope it worked for you.