The first person he recognized, standing at one of the tables with a drink in his hand was Dave Kurofsky. Blaine was surprised to see him here and most of all to see him happy. Dave turned a second later and his eyes widened when he saw Blaine standing at the entrance of the gym; he waved him over to the table that he was standing at. Blaine walked over to him and the first thing Dave did was extend his hand towards Blaine. Blaine took it quickly and they shook hands. It was an appropriate greeting seeing as they were never really friends. They learned to tolerate each other during their senior year but Blaine could never find it in himself to truly forgive Dave for everything that he had put Kurt through.

"I want you to meet someone." Dave said as someone appeared at his side suddenly. A very good looking man who looked a few years older than them extended his hand towards Blaine and Blaine took it quickly with a smile.

"Leland." The man said with a kind, toothy smile. Blaine released the hand shake and looked back to Dave.

"We just celebrated five years." Dave said with a huge, proud smile on his face. Blaine was sure he had never seen Dave smile like that before. Seeing him this way, Blaine couldn't help but be happy for him. It made his chest tighten in a way that made it uncomfortable; a ringing began to form in his ears.

"That's amazing - congrats." Blaine said with all sincerity.

"Where's Hummel?" Dave asked, looking behind Blaine, back to entrance of the room and it made Blaine's heart drop. He was about to say how he wouldn't know where Kurt was, and the reason for that when he heard someone calling his name. He turned, looking past Dave and Leland and saw Rachel Berry waving at him. He excused himself from his current company and practically ran over to her and took her up in arms. When he released her from his grasp he looked at the table that they were standing next to and at that table were all of them. Rachel was standing beside Finn's chair; Santana and Brittany were sitting next to each other, looking as beautiful as ever. Sam and Puck were having a conversation that seemed to center around sports, but they stopped long enough to garner Blaine's attention. Lauren, Artie, Tina, Mike, Mercedes and Quinn were all seated around the table. Blaine was amazed how everyone looked so much the same, just older versions of the people they were back in high school. It moved him so much to see all of them and for all of them to be happy to see him back. he sat down at an empty seat next to Santana and they started a conversation about anything and everything; he missed her the most after high school.

After a few beers the minutes seemed to fly by as everyone was catching up and talking about their lives since they graduated from McKinley. Blaine was in the middle of talking to Mike about how his dancing career was going when he felt a pair of eyes on him. Like clockwork he heard Mercedes squeal in excitement and Rachel called out "There he is!" Blaine turned and saw Kurt walking into the gym fashionably later and damn, he looked good. He felt his face go white hot and he felt a bit ridiculous in the outfit he was wearing. He looked so home spun next to Kurt, he always had. Kurt hugged and greeted everyone at the table. When he saw Blaine sitting there next to Santana, he just raised his eyebrows and nodded, barely breathing out his name in greeting. "Blaine..."

"Kurt." Blaine could feel the rest of the gangs eyes on them, no doubt wondering why they were greeting each other so awkwardly. Before a second even passed however, Kurt was back to greeting everyone around them. He took a seat across the table from Blaine, next to Mercedes and immediately started talking to her about everything that was going on in the fashion world. The conversation didn't last for long when they heard the distinct sound of knuckles rapping on a microphone. They all turned their attention to the small stage in front of them to see a much older looking Principal Figgins looking back at all of them.

"I hope you all have had adequate time to reacquaint yourselves because now it's time for some entertainment. To kick it off, I am proud to welcome back to the McKinley stage, one of our most accomplished graduates. Ms. Rachel Berry." Figgins finished and started to walk off the stage and everyone started applauding. Rachel made her way onto the stage, the spotlight on her as she always loved it to be. She lifted up her face to the microphone; she was exactly in her element as the first notes of the song began to play over the speaker system. The stage lights reflected off of her wide brown eyes. Blaine sat at the table with a beer in his hand as he let the music wash over him. He looked across the table and saw Kurt sitting there happily looking up at Rachel. Blaine could have watched him for the entire performance and never once looked up at Rachel, but for fear of being caught by Kurt he turned his eyes up to Rachel as she began to sing.

Skies are crying; I am watching
Catching tear drops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
There's nothing left of me

Blaine glanced across the table to look at Kurt. It was dark in the room, causing the lights to bounce off of his porcelain skin. Blaine had never seen him look so beautiful in his entire time of knowing him.

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper

Blaine couldn't pull his eyes away from him; the words seemed to keep him frozen in place. Longingly watching his first love from across a table, but he seemed still so far away. During the bridge of the song, when the music quieted and all you could hear was the emotion dripping from Rachel's voice, Kurt turned and looked right at Blaine. It caught Blaine off guard, he wanted to look away but he couldn't. With Kurt's misty blue eyes staring right at him it was as if the words of the song were bouncing between them, like Rachel was singing it just for them. Blaine couldn't stop the rise of butterflies in his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to just ignore everything around him and just enjoy the song but he couldn't when Kurt was looking right at him, watching his every expression. Before the song was even over, Blaine calmly stood from the table and made his way towards the back entrance of the gym; to the side of the stage, making sure to keep out of the spotlight. He didn't know what was making him do it, being under Kurt's gaze after all this time, and the excruciating encounter at his house made Blaine decide that he had to get out of that gym. Maybe he wasn't ready to deal with everything just yet, eight years hadn't been long enough. So he concluded that casually escaping from the reunion was the best choice; he would back at the motel before anyone even realized that he was gone.

The cold Ohio air hit him the instant he stepped out of the gym. He started walking across the full parking lot, the overhanging lamps lighting his way through the maze of cars. His motel wasn't too far from the school, he would use the walk to clear his mind. But it wasn't long before he heard heavy footfalls behind him.

"You're going to miss the part where they go through each student and say what they are doing with their lives now-a-days." Kurt shouted, his voice high and strained. Blaine stopped for a moment before he took a deep breath and turned to see Kurt standing several feet away.

"Why bother? So I could hear Rachel Berry, on Broadway. Sam Evans, Activist. Finn Hudson, Football Scholarship and loving father. Kurt Hummel, Fashion Editor for Vogue. Blaine Anderson, Public School Music Teacher..." Blaine exclaimed and he strained to keep his voice even. Kurt cracked a smile as he slowly walked towards Blaine.

"First of all...Fashion Editor for W, thanks. Second, since when do you care what people think of you? You're doing something you enjoy and probably helping a lot of kids learn to love and appreciate music. That's something to be proud of." Kurt said with a small smile. Blaine was taken aback at how differently he was acting compared to the day before.

"Why did you follow me Kurt?" Blaine asked. He looked up into Kurt's heartbreakingly beautiful eyes.

"I wanted to apologize...for earlier at my house. After you left my Dad gave me the entire story about why you were at my house. I just wanted to apologize...for that." Blaine could tell from the look in his eyes that he was telling the truth, he did understand.

"Still...I was overstepping my bounds." Blaine said as he watched Kurt wave off his statement; not wanting to hear any apologies from him. Silence surrounded them for a few moments afterward so they just looked at each other quietly and Blaine felt it. It was like a firecracker went off in his stomach. A spark. It happened out of nowhere and Blaine felt in completely, just as he had years ago when he heard Kurt sing Blackbird for the first time. He took a step towards Kurt and now they were standing so close the wind could barely blow between them. Kurt reached out a hand, palm up. Blaine stared at it in stillness for a moment before reaching towards it with his own hand slowly, almost afraid to touch his hand. To touch his bare skin. Their fingertips touched and the spark ignited again. Their hands clasped together and not a second later Blaine pulled Kurt's delicate hand towards him and they crashed together in a hug. Blaine clutched him for dear life, afraid to let go. He buried his face in the crook of Kurt's shoulder and squeezed him firmly - Kurt did the same. Blaine breathed him in; all cologne and aftershave and Kurt and it was magic.

"It's been...so long." Kurt said as he began to release the hug but Blaine wasn't ready; he protested by holding Kurt tighter. Eventually he finally let go and they looked at each other. There was a sudden cheering coming from inside the gym and Kurt looked back.

"You should get back inside, don't want to miss them saying anything good about you." Blaine said with a strained smile. Kurt looked back at him.

"I want to see you again." Kurt said, a small smile forcing itself onto his lips. It made Blaine's heart skip a beat as he smile back.

"Your Dad has my cell phone number." He said back with an excited smile before he continued. "I'll be here until Sunday." He finished and Kurt nodded.

"I'll call you." Kurt said before they took one last long gaze into each others eyes. Kurt then turned and started to walk back towards the gym. Blaine watched him until he stepped back inside the school then he turned and started walking back to his motel.

Blaine unlocked the door to his motel, his head still reeling from the events of the evening. He and Kurt hugged. Kurt wanted to see him again. As he got undressed he thought of all the possibilities that their reunion could mean. He completely ruled out the thought of the them getting back together, he didn't want to grasp at straws and get his hopes up. Though he thought that maybe he could finally get some closure on what happened between them eight years ago. Blaine climbed into the lumpy motel bed, wishing he could swap it out for the one in Kurt's old bedroom. He tried desperately to push all his thoughts aside as he closed his eyes, let his body relax and drift off into sleep.