The next night, Kurt invited Blaine to come over so that they could talk things through with more privacy. Blaine was practically short of breathe because of how nervous he was, he hadn't been back to this apartment in eight years. He walked up to the door and stood staring at the number on the door for nearly ten minutes before he knocked on the door. He knocked three times until Kurt answered the door, he looked immaculate, as he always did. He moved aside and let Blaine walk through the door and Blaine was nearly blow away. It was almost exactly as it had been, as he remembered it. Besides most of the furniture being new and large framed posters of models on the catwalk lined the hallway leading to the bedroom; but it still had the same feeling to him.

Blaine looked around the apartment for a few minutes before he heard Kurt clear his throat. He almost forgot that he was there for a specific reason, it only took a couple brief moments of him in this apartment again for all the feelings he carried eight years ago, to come rushing back. He felt all of them. He had more memories in this apartment than he had ever made in his Brooklyn apartment all the time he had lived there.

Blaine turned and looked at Kurt. Kurt Hummel, they were actually standing in this place, face to face again. It made Blaine's chest tighten and his breath hitch in his throat; the feeling was nearly overwhelming.

"Do you remember what I said to you...back in high school...after the first time we ever..." Kurt stammered and Blaine found it endearing. They took a few steps closer to one another but still there was space between them. As if Kurt was scared to get to close and ruin something; they both wanted everything to be perfect.

"Made love?" Blaine said with a small smile, remembering the amazing night that their first time together was. All rushed breathes and glazed eyes. Feather light touches and stifled giggles. Kurt just nodded his head and Blaine knew that he was replaying moments in his head as well.

"I remember." Blaine said as he closed the space between them and trailed his hand down Kurt's arm, lightly touching his smooth fingers. Kurt looked down at their hands for a instant and everything around them seemed frozen in place. It was so quiet, Blaine thought he could hear the rustle of Kurt's eye lashes and he looked up into Blaine's eyes.

"You were lying there, facing me...all warmth and love and you said..." Blaine was quiet for a moment, he tried his best not to let his emotions get the best of him. He wanted to be as strong as he could at this moment. "...you said, 'I wish I could live in this moment for the rest of my life.'" Blaine spoke just above a whisper and Kurt just smiled at him. It made him weak in the knees and he wanted nothing more than to lay down and never get up again. Kurt gripped his hand and little bit harder and lead him through the hall and into his bedroom.

The room was covered in a pale pink glow from the lamp near the closet and it warm, inviting. Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside him; Blaine was by his side in no time. They just looked at each other in silence; absorbing everything about each other. As they should have done in Lima, but couldn't because of the influence of alcohol. A sense of peace washed over them as they gripped each other's hand tight, like they were never going to let go. It was something neither of them had experienced in their years apart.

Something they were never going to experience again.

The End