Before Blaine could even react at all, the door to Kurt's bedroom swung open and he was standing there in front of him. Blaine was frozen, staring at one spot in the carpet, too scared to look up and whatever expression was on Kurt's face; which he was sure was anger. When he finally did raise his hazel eyes to Kurt's, he saw the furious look that he was expecting. He did, however, see a tiny glimmer of something else in Kurt when their eyes met. But as soon as he caught it it was gone. Now they were just looking at each other for the first time in eight years, Blaine looking nervous and Kurt looking beside himself in anger.

"Kurt..." Blaine was barely able to get any words out of his throat, his voice cracked in a funny way that seemed to make everything worse. Kurt stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. The sound of the door closing causing Blaine's head to pound with pain that traveled through his entire tired body. He stood up completely, forgetting that Kurt was almost a foot taller than him. Right now though, in this stale moment he felt smaller than a bug.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; which made him seem very vulnerable. A reaction that Blaine was not expecting. He seemed to almost forget that Kurt had asked him a question; a very serious question at that.

"Blaine..." Kurt asked quietly, God, Blaine always loved the way Kurt said his name. Their eyes met again and Blaine felt his lungs lock up instantly.

"I uh..." His voice was still hoarse as he desperately searched for the words to say that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot. "I didn't...have anywhere else to go." Blaine explained softly. The quiet tone of his voice made him sound like a little kid, it pissed him off more than anything. He could tell from Kurt's expression that his answer was the wrong one, clich� really. Kurt nearly rolled his eyes at Blaine.

"You had nowhere else to go? Let me make sure I understand correctly. You break up with me out of the blue eight years ago and never speak to me again. Then today, I get picked up by my Dad at the airport and he casually brings up that you showed up drunk at his house last night and are asleep in my old bed. Did I miss anything?" Kurt finished, doing everything in his power not to completely blow his top. Blaine quickly realized that he was right, he was being ridiculous and the whole situation was ridiculous. So he picked up his jacket and pulled it on quickly, keeping his eyes from meeting again with Kurt's. He grabbed his suitcase up off the ground and started walking towards the door though Kurt was standing in his way.

"You know what...you are completely right." He said simply and weakly, moving past Kurt and walking out of the bedroom; leaving Kurt standing alone. Standing alone in his old bedroom for the second time since they had known each other. Blaine walked quickly down the stairs, wishing he wasn't hung over or else he would take them two steps at a time. He saw Burt standing at the foot of the staircase, a sad look on his face. Blaine wondered what he must have been thinking in that exact moment. Burt smiled softly at Blaine and Blaine couldn't help but return the gesture.

"Thanks Mr. Hummel...for last night." Blaine said before he walked out of the house. Once he got the corner of Kurt's street, he decided that he was going to do what he should have done in the first place. He arrived at the nearest motel and checked in for the rest of the weekend.

The night of the reunion was the next day and Blaine was honestly thinking about chickening out and not going. Just catching a Red Eye flight back to New York. However, just in the span of one day he had received seven messages from seven different people who all told him they were excited to see him at the reunion. No matter how scared he was of seeing Kurt again after yesterday, he was still excited to see the old members of New Directions. So he swallowed what little pride he had left and got ready to go to the reunion.

He wore a simple black collared shirt with a charcoal gray vest and tight black trousers with his everyday converse. He looked in the mirror and wondered if he should shave and gel his hair down like he used to back in high school. After a long pause of deliberation he decided it was probably best to put as much distance between eighteen year old Blaine and him in the present. So his short curls were left untamed and his five o'clock shadow left untouched; it made him look older and more mature. For a split second he wondered what Kurt was going to wear to the reunion but quickly shook it from his mind. Before he left he pulled on his blazer, black with dark forest green elbow patches sewn on. When he gave himself one last once over, he scoffed at how much of a teacher he looked like; Mr. Shue would be proud. He left the motel and took a quick cab ride over to McKinley High School.

They hadn't changed the school much over the years since he had been there. The halls looked relatively untouched, still lined with lockers and posters advertising Pep Rallies and Band Tryouts. It took him a longtime to reach the gym, he wanted to be completely mentally prepared to see everyone that he was about to see. Didn't want to dive in headfirst and become overwhelmed. As he got closer to the gym entrance, he saw the person who was manning the name tag table and his heart rose a bit. Mr. Shue looked exactly as Blaine remembered him, same curly mop on his head and infectious smile. When their eyes met, Mr. Shue instantly lit up.

"Blaine!" He said as he moved past the table to hug him. "It's good to see you!" He said as they released their hug.

"You too, Mr. Shue." Blaine said with a genuine smile.

"Almost everyone is in there already. So go on inside." Mr. Shue said as he motioned towards the entrance on the gym. "Oh - don't forget this." He said as he handed Blaine his name tag. Blaine looked at it for a second before giving in and sticking it on the lapel of his blazer.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson." It screamed in bright red permanent marker as Blaine took a deep breath and walked into the gym.