New York is always at a rush hour. The people always seem like theyre late for some important meeting to discuss something insignificant that they tell themselves is important just because they wear pantsuits, or that theyre evacuating from some big crisis but Kurt loved it here. People were stylish and, despite the soulless tall grey buildings, New York felt like an opportunistic city. Kurt had been living here for nearly two years now, but it still felt very much surreal that he was now, what he always wished to become, a New Yorker.

Leaving Lima, Ohio turned out to be harder than Kurt had anticipated. He always thought he hated that homophobic, hypocritically conservative town, but when he stood at the airport two years ago, his flight calling for boarding, it dawned on him that this was the root of the tree that was, and what would be, his life- and no matter where you go, you can never forget your roots. He was a crying mess when he left his father, Burt, with a parting hug, but since they called each other every night and simply talked about their day just like how they used to do over dinner, it was like he never left.

After all, the ones we love never truly leave us, and we never truly leave them either.

Shortly after Kurt had left Lima, and had begun his first semester in New Yorks School of Design Arts, Lima was all anybody could talk about. In the papers, in the televised news, magazine articles- somebody even wrote a book titled "The Faithful Prom Night In Lima." It was a flop, of course, because what Kurt had heard was that the writer was a false witness who tried to make money out of a story that was, at the time, popular. Of course, that was dialled down because since then, bigger stories have surface. The world was, after all, one big crisis after another.

One world crisis, however, has been resolved thanks to, what is now known as The Elizabeth Discovery. About a year ago, the President of the United States of America introduced to the world a new invention, created by a visionary scientist by the name of Doctor Elizabeth Hummel. The creation helped to eradicated oil spills in the sea, and since oil spills is a big environmental crisis, this helped a lot. Since its introduction, it has saved an abundance of marine life, made the environment cleaner and less intoxicating and harmful and above all else, help to resolve one of the worlds most difficult, seemingly impossible, crisis to solve...and it was all thanks to Kurts mother, Elizabeth. He could not have been prouder of his mother, and he wished she was still here so that the world could thank and praise her for essentially making the world a cleaner place to live in, but it gave Kurt a sense of peace knowing that his mother did leave her mark before she left the Earth.

But that was not the only thing his mother left behind. On top of inventing something that was of great importance for the benefit of the world, his mother also left behind a will. In that will, it stated that 80% the earnings and proceeds that came from The Elizabeth Discovery should go to her one and only loving family- Kurt and his father, Burt. It shocked both of them when a representative lawyer from the Environmental Sector of the government came to meet both Kurt and Burt respectively to hand them a cheque, each, for 60 billion dollars.

It was much to the governments dismay of course, but there was nothing they could do as it was a legal document and unless they wanted to make fools of themselves by going against the law, they had to accept what is. Of course, Kurt was baffled by his sudden wealth so what he did do was donate half of his money to various charities and Columbia University to support their research science lab in his mothers honour, and kept the other half in a safe bank account for a rainy day.

Besides, the government had much bigger problems to worry about anyway. There has been no news whatsoever on that guy Sebastian. The CIA had promise that they would let them know if he was caught, but there hasnt been any call at all. The only one they received was a few days before Kurt left for New York, whereby the chief, director Johnson- Kurt finally got to know his name- had told them that Lucius Dame, the man who killed his mother, would be sent for life imprisonment. He knew it was cynical, but Kurt hope the man received the worst possible treatment from his fellow cell mates. Justice was served, at least. But Sebastian was still out there, and until he was caught....Blaine would never be avenged.

In spite of that, it seemed as it everything else fell into place the second Kurt decided it was time he stopped dwelling on the past and move on to a new beginning, but there was one thing Kurt could never truly move on from no matter how much he told himself he had to- Blaine. For awhile, he felt content that he got the closure he wanted with Blaine, but it still saddened him that the boy was gone. Though their short-lived romance, it was bliss beyond what Kurt had ever experienced in his life. He wasnt sure he would ever find that again, but he had to go forward because it isnt healthy to isolate yourself and wallow in your past. He needed to move on, no matter how much he wished he could carry his past with him. But like what he tells himself now whenever missing Blaine got to him- The ones we love never truly leave us, and we never truly leave them either.

"Hey Jacob," says Kurt into his cell phone as he tries to juggle his port folios, laptop and textbooks in his hand whilst pressing the phone into his ear with his shoulder.

"Hey, so Tina and I were thinking of coming to the city this weekend to see you. Youre not busy, are you?" ask Jacob. He was in Northwestern University, excelling as a journalist. They had become pretty good friends over the years- keeping in touch, writing to each other. It goes the same for the members of what was once Blaines fight club back in High School. Even Marley, despite how annoying she was.

"No, not at all, but I have to warn you- my little studio apartment has only one extra bed so one of you might have to sleep on the couch," warns Kurt. As much as he didnt mind Jacob calling, he wished the boy had done so at a different time. He was still at fifth avenue, still fifteen minutes away from his school.

"Tina will take the couch. She needs a little humility in her life anyway," says Jacob, laughing at his own joke. "So, well see you at Grand Central Station on Saturday, 10AM? Well try to catch the earliest train."

"Sounds good-" says Kurt but in that moment, he trips on his own shoes and falls flat on the concrete ground with a loud shrill. This is why you should never talk on the phone when you have zero attention span or the skill to juggle more than three items in your hand either. Groaning at his bad fortune, Kurt gathers his papers now littered all over the fifth avenue street, silently cursing the ignorant New Yorkers who stepped on them as if they werent Kurts hardwork. He was about to put a curse on the whole population of New York, just out of anger, when a hand appears in front of his face, holding on to a compilation of papers that had flew as far as two blocks away.

Looking up, Kurt felt his heart constrict.

He did not know the man. He had blond hair with dark roots, eyebrows a slight darker shade than his hair. His skin was tan, eye lashes as long as an eagles wingspan but it wasnt the mans good looks than cause his heart to constrict..it was those eyes. Those eyes were like a sunset; bright and breath-taking. Kurt had only seen eyes that beautiful on one person, but that person was gone. Yet those eyes, so familiar, stared back at him and the seconds seem to drag on until Kurt realized the man had asked him a question.

"You alright there?" ask the man, but that voice is not familiar. Those eyes were, but not that voice.

"I- uh- Im fine," stutters Kurt because those eyes took him back to so many bittersweet memories he had to shake himself out of that state to find his ability to speak.

"Took a hard fall there," says the man as he offers an outstretch hand to Kurt. He looks at it, a little fearful before taking the hand. They were warm and with a firm grip, similar to how Blaine used to hold him. But Blaine was gone.

"Yeah, sorry. I was talking on the phone and you have pretty eyes," says Kurt, immediately questioning what the hell did he just say. The man chuckles. He did not know why did he just say that- maybe those eyes brought him back to the point where he just had no control over what he said, because that was the affect Blaines eyes had on him.

"Thank you. You have a pretty- unique set of eyes yourself," smiles the way. There was something about his mannerisms, so casual, so confident. It reminded Kurt of the boy he loved, but that couldnt be. He watched Blaine die in a fire, held him as he took his last breath. This man might be of the same height as Blaine and might have the same eyes and built, but he was different. Blond hair, slightly tanned skin, clean shaven. Nothing like Blaine, except those eyes. "I cant help to notice those sketches of yours. Are you a designer or something?"

"Oh, urm- yeah, well..sort of. I go to school at New Yorks School of Design Arts but to be honest, my works kind of mediocre. If Im lucky, maybe Ill get a job as a tailor or something in the future," awkwardly laughs Kurt, but it wasnt that he was seeking pity. He always felt as if his work wasnt good enough in a school infected with sky rocketing talent.

"Its not mediocre," says the man. "You have an interesting take on fashion. I wont be surprised if Ill be wearing your mens wear collection sometime in the future."

"Thank you," shyly says Kurt. Really only one person had complimented his sketches since. "So, urm, what do you do?"

The man takes a second to contemplate this before he pulls a mysterious smirk, cheek bones high and mighty. "Civil servant," says the man.

"Sounds mysterious," says Kurt, smiling to himself.

"Well, sometimes you gotta keeps secrets," says the man.

Kurt simply manages a laugh because truly he wasnt sure how to respond to them since he never really was smooth with words, but those eyes- they brought him back to a time where words were so easily exchangeable, how he could seek comfort in them especially in times where everything seemed hopelessly, but these were different. He needed to believe that because the eyes he loved had set.

"I better get going. Late for class. Thank you though," says Kurt as he tries to adjust his possessions by trying to fit half into his already full bag and juggling the rest in his twig arms and all the while, he could feel the man staring at him with deep fascination, could vaguely see a smile on his face as he watches Kurt but who could blame him? Kurt looked insane. "Thank you again," says Kurt.

"Hey, listen," says the man, getting Kurts attention. "Dont ever think youre not good enough, alright? Because trust me, there are people out there who think youre amazingly gifted."

"People like who?" sardonically snickers Kurt

"Youd be surprised," says the man.

"Thank you,," says Kurt, but truly he felt flattered. In this big city, he felt like a dust peck, almost nothing as compared to the other talented people here, and those words right there was just what he needed to he.

"I hope youll have a great life ahead of you, one you deserve," says the man, giving one last assuring smile before he tugs his hands into his leather jacket and is about to walk when he halts and turns around. "Sorry, I didnt catch your name," says the man.

"Kurt- Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel," says the man, before he continues down the street as Kurt watch him growing further and further away.

Those words, those very encouraging, sure fire words practically brought him back to what Blaine used to say to him. Words that were always motivational and assuring, and then they were the issue of the eyes that could both dismantle and put him in place with just a glance. But Kurt knew that Blaine was gone, and what he just encountered- those eyes, the smirk and the words were just features that reminded him of Blaine. Maybe this was what the quote truly meant. Those we love never truly leave us because we will always see little things that remind us of them, no matter where we go or how far weve moved on.

Smiling to himself, Kurt watches the man whom had features that reminded him of Blaine disappear into a place named Carls Inviolable Athletic facility.