He knew that he shouldn't have. He should have just walked straight to the nearest motel and checked himself in for the duration of his stay in Lima but instead he made the trek back to the Hummel house. When he stepped onto the paved pathway he looked up at the house and saw light coming from the living room window. He felt a guilty pang run through his chest but he knew that what Burt had said earlier that day would hold true. He walked up the pathway and knocked on the door, not daring to ring the doorbell in case Carole was fast asleep. He heard a quick shuffling coming from inside the house and seconds later the front door opened and Burt was standing in front of him. He looked tired but he had a beer in his hand and didn't look in the least bit surprised to see Blaine standing there.

"Burt..." Blaine said so quietly it was nearly a whisper. Burt looked him over, he could tell her was drunk. Drunk and depressed, which was never a safe combination.

"Somehow I knew you'd be back." Burt said simply, moving out of the doorway and motioning for Blaine to come into the house.

"I just need..." Blaine started as he walked into the house and set his suitcase down next to the front door. Burt quickly cut him off.

"What you need is a shower and a bed to sleep in." Burt said as he closed the front door and locked it. Blaine could barely force a smile.

"Kurt's room is still empty, you know where the shower is." Burt motioned upstairs. Blaine was appreciative, Burt knew that without him even having to say a word. Burt clapped one hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before going back into the living room. Leaving Blaine to his own devices. Blaine walked up the stairs, carrying his suitcase behind him. He settled into the hallway bathroom, pulling some lightweight sleeping clothes out of the suitcase that he propped on top of the counter before turning on the shower. He had a lot of thoughts that wanted to break free and invade his waking mind but he forced them aside for now. He still felt sluggish and light headed from the alcohol and from the argument with his father. He just let the clothes fall from his body and land on the white tile floor. The scorching water fall across his bare shoulders; it was almost too hot for him. He could feel the steam fill the room; all the windows and glass turned gray as the steam thickened the air around him. His whole body became slick as he let the steam pull the alcohol from his skin. He could feel himself sobering up with every new breathe that he took. He wished he could stay under the pounding rush of the water forever but unfortunately he didn't want to bump up the Hummel's water bill so after a long debate with himself, he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a soft black towel around his waist and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look too different than he did ten years ago, he still looked like a lost puppy who was afraid of everything inside himself.

Blaine walked out of the bathroom carrying his suitcase and stepped into the bedroom right next door. He switched on the light and was bombarded with memories, everything he saw reminded him of him. Blaine pulled on a thin v-neck shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, looking around the room like it was the first time he had ever seen it. The queen sized bed that he had slept in so many times before, the vanity mirror on the other side of the room where he used to watch Kurt applying his moisturizer every night before bed. The huge walk-in closet that used to hold all of Kurt's designer clothes and creations of his own. It made him smile to think of how ambitious Kurt had been back then, how he had always been. He couldn't help but look back on those days fondly. It crossed his mind to stay up for a while, waxing nostalgic about his past relationship but the events of the day and his drinking was bringing on a migraine that Blaine knew would keep him up all night. So he switched off the light before more memories accosted him. He climbed into the large bed, the frame creaking loudly under his weight. Familiar creaks and cracks surrounded him as he laid his head on the soft pillows. It was an odd feeling for him to be in that bed at all his years away but at the same time, he felt like he had never left. Blaine closed his eyes and tried his bed to clear his mind of all the thoughts that would keep him awake, but in the end he fell asleep thinking of those twinkling blue eyes.

"Oh my God - it's here!" He heard Kurt shout from the living room downstairs. His eyes lit up as he dropped the magazine he was just in the middle of reading in Kurt's bedroom and bounded down the stairs like an excited puppy. Burt walked into the living room from the kitchen and both of them looked at a very official looking letter that Kurt was clutching in his trembling hands.

"What are you waiting for? Open it." Burt blurted out. Kurt smiled nervously before he tore into the envelope. He unfolded the paper and only got into the reading the first couple of lines before the excitement exploded out of him.

"Oh God, I got in!" Kurt yelped as he threw himself into Burt's arms first. Burt shouted affirmations as Kurt just couldn't stop himself from smiling and laughing. Kurt turned to Blaine, love in both of their eyes. They knew what this meant, what this was the beginning of. Kurt hugged Blaine and whisper.

"I hope your apartment is big enough for two." Kurt said as he buried his head in Blaine's neck. Blaine could smell in cologne and it was intoxicating. When Kurt pulled his head away from Blaine, the first thing he felt was lips pressed against his and he let himself melt into it.

Blaine woke up without the aid of an alarm for the first time in a long time. He looked around him for a long time not knowing where he was, until the memories from last night finally started to come back to him. Why his head felt like it was splitting open. Why he was sleeping in Kurt Hummel's bed even though he hadn't seen Kurt in eight years. He sat up but then immediately laid back down, his hangover was making moving around a seriously bad idea at the moment. He wondered how much he had actually had to drink last night. He had no idea what time it was, he blindly reached around on the bedside table looking for his cell phone. When he finally found it and looked at the screen he saw that it was nearly 10 A.M., also that he missed two texts. One was from Burt. "I had to leave to pick up Kurt from the airport but feel free to stick around." and the other was from Mike Chang, whom he hadn't spoken to in years. "Heard through the grapevine that you are in town - going to the reunion?" Blaine wondered who the grapevine was, there were an awfully large amount of people who knew that he was in town even though he hardly spoke to anyone anymore. If Mike knew that he was here that meant that the whole crew knew, that may have even included Kurt. He shot up in bed suddenly, his shirt twisted around his torso and his hair a curly, poofy mess as he checked the time of Burt's text. It had been received nearly two hours ago which meant that they could be back at any moment. Kurt could be there at any moment.

He shot out of bed, ignoring the pounding in his head begging him to stop. He looked around desperately for his jeans while throwing his things back into the suitcase haphazardly. As long as he got dressed and got out of the house before Kurt got home than everything would be okay. As long as he didn't have to explain to Kurt why he was in his parents' house. Just as he was pulled on his shoes he heard the front door slam downstairs, he heard Burt shout and it made his whole body freeze.