“Hello?”

“Mr. Hummel, your guest has just entered the parking lot.”

The breath caught in Kurt’s throat, his heart was beating so fast he felt it might break through his ribcage. He muttered a quick “thanks” and hung up. Kurt wanted so badly to sprint down to the lobby, but he found himself unable to move his legs. Kurt was terrified. He didn’t know if he was scared of rejection or change... or maybe it was the never ending dread that Blaine had found someone better. All Kurt knew was that he couldn’t move, even if he wanted to.

C’mon Kurt! He told himself firmly, Get yourself together. You’re about to see Blaine. Blaine. Stop worrying! Kurt smiled with a sigh, You’re about to see Blaine, he repeated. He held onto that thought and sprinted to his front door, yanking it open and running to the elevator. His heart was still beating fast, and there was still doubt in his mind, but he was overcome with excitement. He couldn’t keep still as he continuously pressed the down arrow, waiting impatiently for the elevator to get there. When it finally arrived Kurt stepped in, pressing the button that took him to the lobby. With every floor Kurt’s heartbeat quickened. His palms were clammy and he couldn’t stand still. When the elevator dinged to signal his arrival in the lobby, Kurt jumped.

When the door opened he saw a man with dark hair standing at the front desk. Kurt smiled, thinking it was Blaine, but upon closer inspection he noticed that the man had dark curls that fell wildly, not Blaine’s slicked back, well controlled ‘do. The employee behind the desk pointed in the direction of Kurt, and when the curly haired man turned, Kurt gasped loudly. Kurt could never forget the beautiful brown eyes he spent so long staring into, and he found himself once again loosing himself in their beauty. The man was definitely Blaine.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Blaine turned in the direction the kind employee was pointing, and he met a pair of beautiful blue-green eyes. Kurt had most definitely grown. He still had a slightly feminine face, but his features were more defined. He looked much older than Blaine remembered. They both stood there, in shock, for a good five minutes before the man behind the desk cleared his throat, it was at that point that Blaine started walking towards his ex-lover. Kurt approached him as well, and when he got close enough, Blaine pulled him into a tight hug before thinking about what he was doing.

“Hello, Kurt,” He said quietly into Kurt’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down Kurt’s neck. When they pulled apart Blaine stood back just enough to be able to look at him from up close. Kurt’s skin was flawless, aside from the odd freckle. He still had his long eyelashes, and his soft brown hair. But his eyes showed his maturity. Long gone was the insecurity and doubt, now replaced with confidence and passion. Kurt was no longer the uncomfortable boy he fell in love with on the grand staircase of Dalton academy, and Blaine was overcome with pride at just how much Kurt has grown.

“You look older,” Blaine told him.

He watched Kurt lift his hand, raising it to Blaine’s hair. Blaine could feel him as he played with one of his wild curls. “These are new.”

“Yeah, I got tired of buying all that gel. Looks terrible, right?”

“I like it,” Kurt was still playing with his hair, the both of them oblivious to their surroundings, “but I didn’t recognize you until I saw your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Yeah, they’re not something that can be easily forgotten.”

“Oh, really?” Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow. He watched as Kurt’s face flustered like he had seen it do so many times before, and Kurt immediately stepped back a bit, looking at his feet.

“Er, I mean. Everyone’s eyes are different, right?” Blaine chuckled and ruffled his hair, earning a glare from Kurt.

“Mr. Hummel?” Randy was now standing beside them, hands behind his back.

“Yes, Randy?”

“Blaine’s luggage has been moved to your room, sir.”

“Wonderful, thank you. C’mon Blaine!” It was Kurt who grabbed Blaine’s hand, intertwining their fingers. A small smile spread across Blaine’s face at the reversed roles as he got dragged into the elevator. Kurt pressed the twelfth button, and they began to move upwards.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Kurt knew that it was childish of him to grab Blaine’s hand, but it didn’t stop him from keeping their fingers intertwined all the way to the twelfth floor. The elevator trip was quiet, but the expected awkward silence was not there. They both seemed to be enjoying the presence of the other, nothing was going to break that joy. Well, except maybe Tia.

“I hope you don’t mind that you’re going to be staying in my apartment I ju—”

“—Kurt!” Suddenly Tia was flying at him. Kurt grabbed her, trying to keep his balance.

“Tia?” He asked, “Tia, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, I wanted to meet your friend,” She used air quotes around the word, “of course!”
Kurt cringed and Tia walked over to Blaine and planted a kiss on each of his cheeks.

“Hello, hunniepie,” her voice was overly sweet, “how ya doin’?”

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose. She thought Blaine was straight, didn’t she?

“Er, I’m alright, uh...”

“Tia. I’m Tia. What’s your name?”

“Blaine...”

“How interesting!” She said offhandedly as she led Blaine to the couch. “So how’d you meet Kurt? Were you a fan back when he was less popular?”

“Actually,” Blaine said with a smile, “We dated in high school.”

“Oh,” the joy in Tia’s voice faltered, but only for a moment. “Well that’s cool! Why did you guys split?”

“Ah...” Kurt could tell that it was a bit of an awkward subject for Blaine, but he wanted to know what he thought of their breakup. “I don’t really think we meant to. Kurt got discovered, we lost contact along the way. Our lives kept us apart.”

“Wait, so you guys didn’t want to break up?” She asked.

“Well, I don’t know about Kurt,” Blaine caught Kurt’s eye, holding the contact as he completed his sentence, “but I didn’t, no.”

“Awe, Kurt!” She squealed, “I can just imagine you too. Adorable little gay sweethearts.”

“Er, yeah. So when are you leaving?” Kurt pressed. Blaine just arrived, he didn’t want Tia scaring him off.

“Oh,” Tia said with a smirk, “Oh, I see. Well then. I’ll be leaving you two to your, ehem, business.”

Kurt’s eyes shot open, and Tia started to cackle. “Tia! Hey, that’s not what I—” Kurt began, but she had already slammed the door.

“I’m sorry about her,” Kurt said with a sigh, turning to Blaine. He had a huge smile on his face. Kurt looked at him sceptically. “What?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kurt looked absolutely adorable at that moment. He seemed so embarrassed that Tia had brought it up, and it reminded Blaine of the old Kurt. He wanted to laugh as Kurt glared at him, but Blaine attempted
to stop himself from laughing as he answered. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Kurt raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow before walking over to the kitchen.
“Glasses are in here, plates here,” he said, pointing to his cupboards, “you’re not going to find any junk, so don’t even try looking.”

“Ah, still very healthy, I see.”

“Blaine, I’m a Broadway performer, of course I am,” Blaine laughed, walking over to where Kurt was. He had the sudden urge to just grab him and hold him like he’s wanted to for the past five years, but Blaine stopped himself. Kurt and he are over, and they had been for a while now. “Your bedroom is just down that hall, on the left side.”

“Alright.”

“Wifi’s free, don’t worry. Uh, the TV’s got loads of channels, there’s some movies in there,” he pointed to a cabinet beside the patio door, “Sadly I’m going to be busy for quite some time, so you’ll have to keep yourself amused.”

“Which show am I coming to see?” Blaine pressed excitedly.

“Tonight’s.”