He opened the door slowly and found Kurt standing on the other side, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. Blaine was sure that he had followed him back here from the club so he just stood there, in front of Kurt and waiting for him to say something. It seemed like they hung in the moment forever, just hovering over everything that they were longing to say.

"I...I came after you this time." Kurt said with a nervous smile. There was a thick, pregnant silence all around them, like all the static was collecting around them, about to explode. Blaine said nothing, he just let his actions speak for him. He wouldn't have known what to say anyway, all he knew was that Kurt was standing right in front of him; with desperate love in his eyes and all he wanted was him. He reached forward and gently pulled Kurt's face towards him, his thumbs warm on Kurt's frozen cheeks. Their lips met swiftly and it caused butterflies to viciously attack Blaine's insides. He led Kurt into the motel and shut the door behind them, encasing them in silence.

Blaine was the first one to break the kiss, when he opened his eyes and looked at Kurt he could see his adorably furrowed brow, telling him that he hadn't wanted the kiss to end. Blaine untangled his fingers from Kurt's hair and reached down towards his hands instead, looping their thin fingers together. They looked into each other's eyes instead of opting to say words, the vibrations between the two of them were enough. They understood perfectly. Kurt let Blaine initiate the kissing, let Blaine lead him towards the bed, let him linger over him as he laid face up on the creaky bed. Kurt wanted to make sure that Blaine did everything his way, it was the least he could do to make sure that Blaine was conscious of every decision he was making. Realizations flitted through Blaine's mind as he stood over Kurt, watching the man slowly unbutton his shirt. They were older, the color of their eyes muted and their laugh lines more prominent. But the feelings were still in the motions. Kurt pulled off his shirt and his porcelain skin was shadowed perfectly in the lamp light. Blaine reached out and touched his chest, his fingers feather light. The love was there, still in the hitched breathing and quiet affirmations.

Blaine took off his own t-shirt and descended over Kurt, the old motel bed always creaked under their combined weight and lurched with every practiced movement. They fell into the same patterns that they followed eight years ago, they knew how to make each other squirm from just the perfect amount of pressure and knew how to make each other melt as they whispered each other names. They didn't think about how this would affect them tomorrow, all that mattered was the both of them in that moment. The kisses always started slow but ended hungry as their manicured nails dug into each other's shoulders; falling into the same practiced rhythm. Before long, they ditched the slow movements that they started with and just pushed forward to feel the rush of satisfaction that they needed. Both of them had been so lonely for so long and it was time for all of it to end. Blaine's tan fingers slid from Kurt's neck down to the crook behind his knees as they moved together in unison. Harshly whispering instructions into the mattress, the movements increased in time. They muffled each other's names into the pillows as it all came to a rushing end.

The collapsed together in a pool of sweaty limbs, desperate to calm their hearts and minds. It wasn't full of smiles, Blaine wasn't entirely sure what any of this meant. The only thing he understood was the intense need to pull Kurt against him and close his eyes. So he did just that, his arm wrapping around Kurt's waist and tugged his body flush against him. Kurt's body obeyed and they pulled the cotton sheet over their bodies before he reached over and switched off the light, casing them in darkness.

It was a buzzing coming from Blaine's nightstand that pushed him back into the waking world. He reached out for it and realized that it was his cell phones alarm. He had to get up and get in the shower and figure out what he was going to say before he had to leave for the airport. It was time to leave the dream and go back to New York. He turned his body in bed, intending to climb out but something stopped him. The person sleeping beside him stopped him. Kurt was lying on his stomach, his arms stuffed underneath his pillow; his face squished into his pillow. His light brown hair sticking up in every which way; the blanket lying haphazardly across his body, falling just underneath his shoulder blades. Blaine couldn't help but stop and take a few moments to admire him, feelings he didn't know how to control swelled up in his chest.

He knew he had to get up, he had to get back to New York at some point; back to his life. He slowly slinked out of the bed so he wouldn't wake Kurt and went into the bathroom; but not before turning around and taking one last glance at Kurt to make sure he was still sleeping soundly. The shower felt better than Blaine could have imagined, it washed away more than just the layer of sweat off his salty skin. It washed all away all of his fears and concerns that had constantly haunted him over the past eight years; fear of seeing Kurt again. After last night, now he couldn't stop himself from smiling whenever he thought of Kurt and it made him think that maybe things were going to start changing from here on out. He didn't expect Kurt to just leave his life and be with him again, but it was definitely the beginning of something. He snapped back out of his thoughts and finished his shower and wrapped a peach colored towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom with a goofy smile still lingering on his face. It fell instantly.

Kurt was gone. The bed was empty and all of his clothes were missing from the floor. Blaine sat down on the arm chair beside the bed and just stared at the spot that Kurt had been sleeping only a few minutes ago. He had been blindsided, he honestly hadn't seen something like this happening. He always thought that if anyone was going to cut and run, it was going to be him again. A million different reasons ran through his mind, that it must have been his fault. He had been to clingy after what they did last night. He tried everything that had happened and that was said between the two of the them last night but he couldn't. The haze of alcohol and adrenaline had muddled his memories. He just kept staring at the spot on the bed; the pillow still held the impression of Kurt's head in its delicate fabrics.

Blaine suddenly snapped out of his daze and realized that he didn't have much time to get ready. He picked up the phone and called a cab to come and pick him up at the motel before he got dressed. He wore a simple black polo shirt and his jeans. About a half hour later the cab arrived at the motel and he was on his way to the Ohio airport.