A/N: This one took too fucking long XD. But I'm horribly pleased with the end result. And when I say too long, I mean I've been working on this since May. There was just a lot of me getting stuck, getting distracted and a whole lot of other crap XD

Rating: G/K

A guitar sat to his right.

He hadn't played in so long.

Longingly, his fingers stretched out, gently brushing the neck. The strings made ghostly noises as his fingers trailed down them. Tearing his eyes from the dusty capo that was clipped to the tuning section, Blaine surveyed the rest of his apartment.

Blaine sighed. Where had his life gone? He was twenty-five years old, and nothing to show for it.

Stupid McKinley reunion.

Why was it early? Reunions usually were reserved for twenty-five years on, at least. Not this one...apparently seven years was enough.

He turned to the guitar again. Hell, even if he did try, he probably wouldn't remember half the notes.

The last song he'd played - ever - was his goodbye song to Kurt. For some reason, he couldn't get it out of his head.

Trapped in a room of mirrors, I can't escape myself...

Stumble and fall to the ground...I beg and I plead for you...

Blaine grimaced. They had been fighting, and the song was the final straw - Blaine wrote it as a 'forgive me', but it didn't work...Kurt still left, and he didn't look back.

He picked up the guitar, blowing the dust off. Sliding the capo onto the fourth fret, he began to play the same song.

Of course he remembered how to play. You don't forget things like that.

It sounded so familiar, but it reeked of outdated chords, outdated words. Words meant for something else. Love songs were supposed to be about happiness and growing together, not about how much you'd miss them when they were gone.

Seven years, and Kurt and Blaine hadn't spoken to each other once.

Blaine sighed, setting his guitar back down with a glance at the clock. If he didn't get a move on, he'd be late.

^.^

Kurt nervously adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. The McKinley reunion was tonight, and Rachel and Mercedes had deliberately gotten in touch with him to make sure he was going, so he knew he couldn't back out on fear of retaliation for breaking his promise. He sighed, checking his appearance one last time before he left, his glance at the clock confirming he'd be late if he didn't leave now. He climbed into his car, remembered lyrics floating through his head, haunting him.

Help me recover what is lost again, but will it work this time?

Remain unnoticed on the floor, just waiting to be found…

Kurt shook his head firmly. He didn't want to dwell on those memories now, the memories of the best relationship he'd ever had. It was bad enough that he might be there tonight...

He let his thoughts trail off, reaching for the radio and turning it up loud.

He had to concentrate on the music from the radio, rather than his memory of that song, or he wouldn't survive tonight.

^.^

"Are you almost here yet?"

Rachel was practically screaming at him over the speaker.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there soon." Kurt said irritably, pulling into the car park. "I'm in the parking lot."

"Finally. See you soon."

Kurt hung up and sighed, getting out of his car. He really didn't want to go inside.

Still, he grabbed his bag and started towards the familiar buildings.

He passed the front doors and found the corridors lined with tables, each with a sign from year of graduation. Kurt followed them down until he found his year and registered his name, getting a tag, a ribbon and a bag at the same time.

"Welcome back to McKinley." The woman said and Kurt nodded with a small grin.

He had to admit, this was pretty cool. So many memories started flooding back – some friendly and some not-so friendly, but they were all there. He slowly made his way to the choir room, peeking into other classrooms to see stalls about the specific classes that were held in those rooms.

And then he saw him.

Blaine Anderson.

Kurt swallowed hard, fighting to remain composed. Blaine looked…horrible, to be honest. He stood at the end of the corridor, hands jammed in his pockets, slumped and looking dejected as he decided whether or not to go into to the choir room.

Should he say hello? It would be rude not to, right?

Kurt had to make a decision. He could act like the past eight years hadn't been a living hell; like Blaine Anderson wasn't the reason he couldn't stay in a relationship; like he wasn't struggling in life, and pretend that everything was fine.

Or he could throw himself at Blaine and love him to death, and explain that leaving him at the airport was the worst decision Kurt had ever made. He could invite him back to his house and they could live happily ever after.

But no. Kurt had too much pride.

Stuffing his dignity in his pocket, he ducked his head and walked quickly into the choir room, trying to avoid Blaine at all costs.

^.^

Blaine saw the blur of a tanned coat and immediately knew it was him. The way he just pushed past – it was just Kurt. Blaine sucked in a deep breath before he was almost bowled over by a blur of black and blue.

"Blaine!" Tina squealed, her arms trapping him in a vice-like grip.

"Oh Tina!" Blaine exclaimed, hugging her back tightly.

Because they graduated the same year, they had become insanely close. After graduating, however, they had split ways.

Come to think of it, Blaine hadn't really seen anyone in a few years. Where had the time gone?

"Come on! I want to see if Mr. Schue is still here!" Tina grabbed his hand and all but dragged him into the room, where once again, he caught sight of Kurt.

He was flawless, as always. A little older, his shoulders a little broader, his face more defined. His eyes still held that fantastic light, and his hair was still perfectly coifed. Blaine's eyes swept around the room, trying his hardest not to register for too long on the other man.

Tina had pulled him to William Schuester, who looked a little older, but was grinning.

"Blaine Anderson."

"You remember me?"

"One of my best students." Will said softly. "You lead New Directions to Nationals."

Blaine grinned proudly. "It was because of you though sir."

Will laughed, clapping him on the back. "What are you doing nowadays? Wait – let me guess – signing record deals? About to go on Broadway?"

Blaine bit his lip. "Not quite. I'm…laying low, I guess."

It hurt Blaine, that Will actually looked disappointed. "Ah well, you'll get there someday. You have the talent."

Blaine just nodded as Will's attention was drawn elsewhere, and he let out a small sigh, panicking as he realised he didn't have a reason not to go and see Kurt. He had to find one, or things would get weird quick.

"Artie!" Blaine called, spotting the man in the wheelchair.

^.^

Kurt watched Blaine make a beeline for Artie, and sighed softly. He was avoiding him, but it wasn't like Kurt could complain. He was avoiding Blaine too. He shrugged. Now that Mr. Schuester was free he may as well go talk to him...

They chatted aimlessly for a little while, until another couple of ex-students approached, and Kurt moved on. He was gazing around the room, searching for someone -anyone- he recognised, trying hard not to make himself look lost, when Rachel all but tackled him, attaching herself to his side.

"Kurt! Kurt oh my god Kurt I missed you sooomuch!" she exclaimed and Kurt laughed, hugging her back.

"Oh Rachel, I missed you too."

She giggled, kissing his cheek. "How have you been?"

"So good." He lied with a grin. "And you?"

"Fantastic!" she exclaimed, looking around. "So…" she nudged him. "Are you with anyone yet?"

He paused. "Didn't take you long to ask…"

She shrugged. "We all had bets."

"Wait, what?"

She grinned. "I always thought you'd end up with Blaine but…I guess not?"

Kurt looked over at Blaine, who was talking to Puck.

"No. We didn't end up together."

Rachel waited for further explanation, but Kurt didn't grant her any.

They wandered around together for a while, catching up with the other ex-New Directions, though Kurt was careful to keep himself and Rachel away from Blaine. After a while, Rachel excused herself, and Kurt was left to wander on his own. Before he knew it, it seemed as though everyone had left, and he made his way to the exit, sighing a little.

He hated to admit it, but it hadn't been quite as awful as he'd been expecting it to be. He bumped into someone and went to apologise - but froze in place.

"B-Blaine?"

Blaine froze, freaking out.

"Kurt…" Blaine whispered, and they both took a moment to look at each other.

Kurt dipped his head, a small smile gracing his features. "You look like shit."

Blaine looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry?"

Kurt sadly looked up. He had tried to be light – casual – maybe pretend that everything was okay, but it was far too obvious that it wasn't.

Seeing Kurt again; having Kurt this close…it was a little too much for Blaine. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I've got to go."

He fled down the corridors, but Kurt followed him, grabbing onto his wrist before he managed to get out the doors.

"Blaine…"

"What? I said I was sorry. I fucked up. I was selfish. I know it." Blaine hissed, tears coming to his eyes. "Please don't make this any harder than it actually is."

"Blaine, calm down!" Kurt said, a little taken aback. "I…I wanted to know if you wanted to get coffee sometime."

Blaine closed his eyes, looking away. "Don't do this to me."

"What?"

Blaine sighed, turning away but not making a move to run. "I'm still in love with you Kurt. You know why I look like shit? It's because I haven't gone a single day without thinking about the one time I screwed myself over. The one time that I ripped the chance of a perfect future away from myself – and all because I was a stupid child who didn't know how to wait. And you know it too, and seeing you tonight only made it harder for me. It's best if you just…go back to your life."

Kurt blinked, stunned.

"Blaine…"

He frowned. "Forget it Kurt. Just…leave me be."

"Blaine."

"What?"

"I…I think I'm still in love with you too."

Blaine looked up, hope filling the frown on his face. "Think?"

"The airport…I spent the plane trip in tears. Every single boyfriend…nothing could compare to you and I hated you for it. I hated you for everything. But I only hated you because I couldn't believe we let each other go so easily." Kurt swallowed hard – he was starting to get teary. "But maybe it wasn't hate. Or maybe I hated you because I still loved you."

Blaine shook his head. "You don't sound convinced."

"That's why I wanted to get a coffee with you. We could see where we were…maybe we could try again…"

"Kurt…we're not different people. We haven't changed. We don't need to start again…we need to pick up where we left off."

Kurt considered this, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully.

"I can't." he admitted. "I…it's not like we can walk into each other's lives and be boyfriends again. I don't know you anymore Blaine. I love the boy from McKinley…when we had a future together."

Blaine blinked, a little stunned.

"So, coffee? Tonight, at seven?" Kurt offered again, incredibly hesitant. Blaine smiled.

"I'd like that. Same place as always?" Kurt nodded with a fond grin and turned to move away. "Kurt…? I really haven't changed."

Kurt just smiled at him sadly, turning to find his car. Blaine watched him go, a small smile fighting to light up his face.

Maybe... Just maybe...

^.^

Blaine arrived at the coffee shop fifteen minutes early – he had shaved and bought a new t-shirt – and was surprised and delighted to find Kurt there already.

Kurt had two coffee cups in front of him.

"Medium drip right?" he said, pushing the cup across the table.

"You remember?" Blaine asked, taking a seat.

"Of course." Kurt looked shocked. They both sipped at their drinks, trying desperately to work out what to talk about.

"So what have-"

"How have you-"

They spoke at the same time. Kurt caught Blaine's eye and burst into laughter.

That was all it took to break the tension, and suddenly it was like seven years had never passed. They reverted into blushing, giggling, flirting teenage boys, and it was only then that Kurt realised the full extent of how much he had missed everything about Blaine.

Their coffee date ended with Blaine walking Kurt back to his motel.

"I really want to try us again." Blaine said softly, his hand boldly finding Kurt's.

Kurt looked down at their joined hands – at how he had automatically intertwined his fingers with Blaine's. He marvelled at how natural everything was.

"Yeah. Me too." Kurt said just as softly.

Both boys stared at each other, and Blaine's eyes flicked down to Kurt's lips. They both moved forward in an unspoken agreement and shared a kiss that sent them straight back to the Warbler choir room for their first kiss ever. It was sweet, somewhat desperate and worth waiting for.

When they broke apart, Kurt was beaming, and Blaine let out a breathy laugh. Everything was right, and everything was perfect. They really had just needed to pick up where they left off. Blaine couldn't imagine where they would be if Blaine had been patient, or if Kurt had turned around and stayed with Blaine. But Blaine had Kurt now, and he was never letting go.

A/N: So this is chapter 95 (holy fuck...). 15 hours to get 5 more chapters up. We have no spare, finished chapters. I've got two that are half finished - one of them is really long and the other might be a lot shorter. So basically, we need five 400 word chapters in 15 hours. It sounds...easy, actually. But, there's a catch. Claire and I have something on later on this afternoon, which takes away about... two hours for her and 5 hours for myself. Eek.

But no, I'm confident we'll make it.