Blaine gripped onto Haley's hand as they walked together around the construction of the runway. Builders were still putting lights beneath the glass, but most of the left side was constructed. Blaine ran a hand over the glass, trying to find any nicks or bumps.

However, he found none, because the glass was perfect.

Like Kurt.

"Daddy, do you think I can walk on the runway?" Haley's face was bright and smiling, the new skirt her father had just bought her swishing beneath her hands. "I want to model my new outfit."

Blaine looked to the remaining worker, "Would it be okay if she walked on it?"

The man looked Blaine over for a few seconds before nodding, "She should be fine, just make sure she stays on this side."

Blaine nodded, "Thank you, sir." He seized Haley beneath her arms and flung her up on the runway, her giggle echoing off of the empty walls.

Blaine could not help but wonder if Kurt could hear it, wherever he was; it gave Blaine some sort of calm, knowing that the three of them (possibly four?) were all together in the same building, like it should have been every day for the past ten years.

Haley put her hands on her hips and walked down the runway, throwing her hips to the side like she saw on America's Next Top Model.

"Coming up next on the runway, Haley Anderson modeling Justice for girls," Blaine said in his best announcer voice. "Look at the way the purple and blue tie-dyed-ish skirt moves when she prances down the runway!"

Haley giggled at her father, "I don't think that's what someone would really say!"

Blaine held a finger to his lips, "And the flowers on the top and the way they kind of," Blaine searched his head for the right word, "swoop to the strap? Miss Anderson is truly a sight to behold on the runway."

Haley walked completely down the runway, laughing at her father's running commentary on her outfit and posed at the end, laughing when Blaine pretended to take pictures. She jumped off of the runway and into his arms, laughing the entire time. "This was fun, Daddy! Can we do this again?"

Blaine sobered quickly and looked down at his daughter, his prized possession. Kurt made her happy without her even knowing it, so why would he deny her of knowing him?

Blaine made up his mind that Kurt could and would have a relationship with Haley, even if he did not want Blaine to know Natalie.

"We can," Blaine said to her, "come on, let's go look around at some of the other stuff."

They walked around more, pausing to look at the pictures of the famous people sitting in the front row. They walked down the long aisle until Haley squealed, "Look Daddy! It's you!"

Sure enough, Blaine looked down and saw his name on the chair and his stomach flip-flopped nervously.

He was in the front row.

He looked to the left of the seat and saw that no one was sitting there, it simply said "guest." Blaine wondered if he could get Haley that seat.

They kept walking and at the very end, Blaine saw Burt's name, and once again, his nerves came back. Blaine had not seen Burt in a very long time. They had exchanged emails a few times over the last few years, updating each other on the lives of Haley and Natalie. Blaine was proud to say he had remained friendly with the man who became a pseudo father figure for him.

But next to Burt was the name Natalie.

Blaine tried to steer Haley away from the chairs, instead focusing on the photography pit at the very apex of the runway.

Blaine's mind was moving a mile a minute.

Would Haley and Natalie recognize each other?

Would Kurt even let Haley come to the event? Maybe he didn't even want to really know the girl.

Would Burt be okay with Haley being so close, but unable to talk to her?

Haley grabbed her father's hand, "Daddy? Are you okay?"

Blaine nodded stiffly, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I stayed up late last night trying to figure out roasts."

Haley rolled her eyes but then looked up at him sympathetically, "We can go home if you want? I mean, I don't think there is a lot more to see."

Blaine bit his lip and sat down on one of the chairs, hoping he wouldn't get yelled at. "How about I have Santana come pick you up? I actually have to talk to someone that's here."

"Who?" Haley's blue eyes were wide and innocent.

Blaine tried not to show that he was thinking quickly, "Sebastian's here," he said eventually, "Unless you want to stay and see him…?"

"No!" Haley shook her head quickly and took a few steps back, "I'll call Santana. She promised me we'd get smoothies tonight anyway."

Blaine smiled again. He loved that Santana really took Haley under her wing and tried to be a mother figure to her. He made a mental note that he really did not pay her enough.

Then again, what does one pay the woman who pieced his life back together and would probably have to do the same thing again at any moment?

Haley rested on the runway until Santana came in to get her. She whistled low in her throat, "Hummel really made something for himself, didn't he?" she looked at Blaine gently, like she knew he could break at any moment.

Blaine glanced at Haley who paid no notice to either of them, "He really did. I knew he would, though. Someone who was willing to work that hard had to make it someone."

"Even if it was his grave," Santana said calmly, still gazing at Blaine. "But it paid off."

Blain nodded, his lips pressed into a line. "I'm proud of him."

Santana let the statement hang in the air, "Come on Haley, your dad has some grown up business to deal with."

Haley sighed loudly but hopped off of the runway with some help from Blaine and grabbed Santana's hand. They were walking out when she turned around and looked at Blaine, "Can Sebastian not sleep over tonight?"

Blaine nodded, "He won't sleep over again, don't worry."

She grinned at Santana slyly before they walked through the exit at the back of the auditorium.

Blaine stayed sitting, but pulled his phone out. He quickly texted Kurt and told him to come out to talk.

It took about fifteen minutes, but Kurt eventually emerged from behind the stage and walked down the runway.

Blaine could not help himself, he immediately stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. "Oh baby!" he yelled, jokingly. He had no idea what made him do it, it was something he normally wouldn't say to anyone.

Kurt laughed but put an extra sway in his walk, his footsteps becoming heavier. "This is exactly what I tell them not to look like," he laughed.

Blaine stood and came to meet Kurt. He reached a hand out tentatively in order to help Kurt off of the catwalk. Instead, Kurt took the hand and pulled, helping Blaine jump up on the glass.

"Is this going to hold me?" Blaine laughed, testing it a little.

Kurt nodded and kept his hand intertwined with Blaine's, pulling him a little until they were on a panel that was lit from beneath. Kurt gracefully sat down, crossing his legs and motioning for Blaine to do the same.

Blaine jumped down less gracefully, and instead of sitting, laid on the warm glass. "This is hotter than I expected," he said in almost a dazed voice, staring up at the lights.

Kurt laughed and moved to lie next to Blaine, keeping a safe distance between them.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled sadly, "You know, somehow it doesn't feel like we've been…" he paused, looking down.

"Divorced," Kurt supplied, figuring it would not help them to be coy about exactly what they were – ex husbands.

"Divorced," Blaine finished, swallowing thickly. "It feels like we've at least been friends this whole time. I was always more comfortable with you than anyone else."

Kurt smiled because he knew Blaine was nervous. Blaine always babbled and said whatever was in his head when he felt the nerves kick in. It had helped at many times during their relationship, and Kurt could not help but think it would help now. "I know," Kurt said softly, "I was so nervous about the show, but somehow being here makes me remember how you used to calm me down by just being there."

"Except that one time," Blaine said with a laugh, wrinkles forming around his eyes, "the night before you final collection was shown to the college board? I thought you were going to become dehydrated from all the tears you cried."

Kurt felt himself flush, but gently wacked Blaine's arm, "I wasn't that bad!"

"You were," Blaine said, turning to look into his eyes, "but look where you are now! This is phenomenal Kurt!"

Kurt shrugged, "I'm not sure if it even means anything, Blaine. I have always found some sort of solace in my designs…but not now. Now I feel like I have nothing to design for anymore."

Blaine peered at Kurt again, wanting nothing more than to press a hand to Kurt's back and rub the fear out of Kurt's body like he did years before. "I don't think you mean that. You just need…time to find inspiration."

He knew Blaine was right. He had time, he could take a break. Men's fashion did not move quite as quickly as women's did. Nevertheless, his designs always pulled inspiration from Blaine, and right now the designs were as confused as Kurt was.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt asked, a slight tremor in his voice, "You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."

"You can ask me anything," Blaine said sincerely, not daring to hope Kurt would ask the one question he wanted him to.

Kurt took a deep breath and tried to find someone to hold onto, something to anchor him to the runway. "What allowed you to move on?"

Blaine's eyebrows pressed together as he looked down and then up again, his eyes as vulnerable as they had been the first time Kurt asked Blaine to prom.

"You don't have to answer," Kurt suddenly felt self-conscious. He was an idiot. He was lying on the runway with his ex husband, hoping they could just go back to being who they were. He wanted to make Blaine see that he had changed. However, really it was Blaine who had changed, changed into something completely different, someone who couldn't love Kurt anymore. "That was a stupid question," he stuttered, sitting up and wrapping his hands around his knees.

"There are no stupid questions," Blaine said gently, sitting up and placing a hand over Kurt's, "I just don't…have an answer."

Kurt looked up, still feeling more vulnerable than ever. "Why not?"

"Because I don't think I did. I'm with Sebastian because…because I figured I'd need to learn how to cope. I thought maybe if I found someone else to care about, a burn that happened ten years ago that shouldn't hurt anymore, would stop reminding me daily that I failed."

"Blaine you didn't..."

"I did," Blaine squeezed at Kurt's hand. "I should have tried instead of running away."

"You were thinking of the girls!" Kurt broke in again. The last thing he wanted Blaine to do was take responsibility for what had happened.

"I was thinking of them, yes. But I also thought about myself. Do you know who I didn't think of?" Blaine's eyes were slightly watery and he looked away quickly, willing his eyes to dry up.

Kurt knew where Blaine was going, but he tried to play dumb, "Who?"

"You," Blaine shook his head quickly, glancing away again, "I didn't for one second think about you. I didn't think about the pressure you were under. I held everything in and blew up on you. I should have let you know from the first day I felt…forgotten…that we needed to change something. Instead, I let it well up inside of me."

Kurt wanted to wrap Blaine in his arms, but a part of him felt like Blaine was right. "Blaine. Can't we both take responsibility for what happened? We were young and stupid and had no idea what we were doing. We just…we loved each other so much that it clouded every other fiber of good judgment we had. I never stopped loving you because of my job. I never stopped," Kurt paused but decided to let the sentence stop there – it was true.

Blaine shook his head and seemed to snap himself out of his sadness. "Let's not talk about that right now."

Kurt wanted to agree, but a part of him knew his father had been right. "No, Blaine, I think we should. We need to get everything out in the open."

Blaine's face fell but he realized that Kurt was right, they needed to be completely honest with each other. "Okay, we can do that."

Kurt grabbed both of Blaine's hands, "When I left that apartment Blaine…I was so lost. I did not know who I was without you. So I spent ten years trying to find you, trying to put you back into me. Every single line I did traced back to you in some way. Every day of my life since that day, I have seen you in every single stranger walking down the streets of New York. Blaine…I regret it so much. I do not know what I can even say to make you realize that. I thought one day you would contact me and we would…fall in love again. But ten years passed…"

Blaine's thumb traced the pattern of Kurt's knuckles and wrist rhythmically, his thumb pressing hard enough to be felt, but it was still gentle and loving. "I always thought so too. I still have your coffee cup."

"But you moved…"

"And it moved with me. I wanted to have something that would show you, no matter if you came back in fifty years, that I was still waiting for you." Blaine shrugged, looking away again, "I'm stupid. That was just a really, really na�ve thing to do. I know once Haley almost knocked it off the counter and I yelled at her. I cried for three hours after it happened and then I hid it in the highest cabinet in the very back."

Kurt wasn't sure whether he should laugh or cry. Had they really been waiting for each other the whole time? Moving in the same direction, but never quite meeting? "What about Sebastian?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

Blaine nodded, "Sebastian. What is there to even say about him? He approached me at a benefit one night. He was a little tipsy, but he said I was cute and he was really interested in going on a date with me. Kurt…a young, really good looking man wanted to go on a date with me. I was alone at this benefit that I was being honored at. I was a bit…self conscious, so I said yes. We had a great time on the date, and we started seeing each other. But…that first date is still really my best memory of him. There is not a lot between us when you scrape away the superficial. He's just a really good looking guy, and I'm old and getting uglier by the day."

Kurt gave a sarcastic snort, "Yeah, okay. You wear your age very well. In fact, I don't think you've really changed."

Blaine shot him a bitch face before continuing, "But like I said…it never felt right with Sebastian. It always felt like I was missing something. He always...hides things from me, and you know how I hate that. I'd rather someone be honest and hurt my feelings than lie to me."

Kurt felt the entire world stop spinning. Blaine just said that he hated the one thing that Kurt was doing. "C-can I tell you something?" Kurt asked quietly, "Something that I probably should have told you when I showed up at your house?"

"You're married again?" Blaine asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"No," Kurt laughed, "Definitely not. Single."

Blaine nodded, "Then by all means, tell me. I'll try not to get angry."

Kurt took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Actually, can I do something first?"

"Of course."

Kurt leaned forward and cupped Blaine's face, "Feel free to stop me," he whispered as he lowered his mouth down over Blaine's, feeling the soft lips under his for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

His mouth was still the same though, Kurt pressed against him further. Blaine whimpered slightly but wrapped his arms around Kurt to keep him in place. Kurt's hands found Blaine's neck, his fingers playing with the curls and pulling slightly.

Kurt didn't even realize it, but his was straddling one of Blaine's legs and pressing him backward, Blaine not trying to stop him. Kurt snaked his tongue out to deepen the kiss. His tongue touched Blaine's and they both moaned, getting impossibly closer.

Blaine still tasted like coffee, wine, and the slightest hint of chocolate that Kurt could never forget. Kurt still tasted like mint, vanilla, and coconut, the one thing Blaine had desired for years, but never could replicate.

They kissed until the urge to breath was too much and they had to break apart, panting. Kurt pressed his forehead into Blaine's and they breathed the same air, both afraid of what would happen if the separated again. Kurt kissed Blaine's nose and forehead before pulling back, still panting.

Blaine tensed for a moment when he realized that they still needed to have a conversation.

"C-can you tell me what you felt there?" Kurt asked, apprehension in his voice.

Blaine licked his lips and smiled, "Home. I felt like the one place I had for a few moments of time...and then I lost. It felt, it felt right, Kurt."

Kurt wanted to cry with happiness, "Can you promise me you'll remember that?" Kurt asked, now in a broken voice, "Promise me you'll remember you felt that way once I tell you what I have to tell you."

Blaine nodded, grabbing Kurt's hand.

"I should have told you this before," Kurt was already falling apart, "There is a reason why I'm here, a reason why I plucked up the courage to talk to you now." He paused, trying to rationalize what he was about to say.

"And that would be?"

"Our daughters found each other," Kurt said simply, "they found each other at camp."

Blaine's eyes darkened but he did not drop Kurt's hand, "So…."

Kurt held up a finger, "I'm not done. And they switched places on us. For about a week after they came home…you had Natalie and I had Haley."

Kurt could practically see Blaine's brain overworking. "How did I not know?" Blaine asked to no one in particular, 'How did I not see it?"

"I didn't either," Kurt admitted, "It was my dad that saw it."

Blaine tried to piece together the puzzle by himself, but there were so many hazy areas that he had no idea about. "So why…didn't you tell me this?"

"Well…my dad, Santana, Haley, Natalie, and I all sort of…plotted together. See, Natalie told us about Sebastian and how you two were dating," Kurt gave a dry laugh, "So we formulated this...scheme to get you to break up with Sebastian and realize that you and I belonged together. Which we do."

Blaine dropped Kurt's hand, "So you didn't decide to tell me that my daughter had been gallivanting all over New York City with you for an entire week, and I had no idea?"

"Please…you said you wouldn't be mad…"

"Well I am!" Blaine stood immediately, "You could have come to me like a man, Kurt. You went behind my back, you caused both of my daughters to go behind my back…and my best friend? Next you're going to tell me Sebastian was in on it too!"

"No, of course not," Kurt laughed bitterly, "Sebastian is perfect, isn't he?"

"At least he didn't lie to me!" Blaine bellowed, "Did you think I would be perfectly okay with Haley and Natalie switching places? Didn't you think some sort of punishment was needed?"

"No! They just…how can we blame them for finding each other and wanting the truth!"

Blaine was pacing now, "I raised my daughter with respect and dignity! I taught her to tell the truth, not run behind my back and come up with some half baked plan that probably wouldn't have worked! Did you really think I wasn't going to find out?"

Kurt tried to calm down his nerves. He didn't want to say something to Blaine that he would regret, "Please Blaine, just...just listen to me. I am sorry, that was stupid. But you know how you felt when we kissed. This thing…this is not over between us. You can't tell me that you're willing to throw it all away again."

Blaine looked down at his shoes before sighing and running a hand through his hair, "You know, Kurt, I'm not so sure about that anymore. I cannot believe the first thing you thought about was lying to me. You are just as bad as you were before. Once again, you really only do care about yourself. Did you ever even think about what it would be like for me to break up with my boyfriend? The pain it would cause me? What about my daughters? What if things hadn't worked out, their little minds would be so screwed up…more screwed up than they already are!"

"Please, Blaine..." Kurt started, tears rolling down his face. Why didn't he ever listen to his father?

"No," Blaine said in his best father voice, "five minutes ago I was willing to give up everything I had to be with you again. Now I just feel like we're in the same place, like we're back where we started. Maybe there was a reason neither of us made the simple phone call. We had our chance, Kurt. In fact, we had two of them. This isn't going to work, Kurt, I'm sorry."

"Please, Blaine, you don't mean that, I just…I just thought I got you back," Kurt desperately tried to cling to Blaine, hoping to hold onto the happiness that just being in his presence brought.

"No," Blaine's eyes and demeanor were cold, "You just made me cheat on my boyfriend for no good reason."

"Not like he's cheating on your or anything," Kurt spat.

Blaine turned and looked at Kurt, "Stop with the lies, Kurt. Stop." Blaine continued walking, his shoulders heaving as he tried not to cry. When he got to the door, he turned, "Tell Natalie that I'm bringing Haley to the fashion show still. At least I will have a seat to see my boyfriend. She and Haley can sit together so they at least have some time. Before you leave, we'll have to talk about how to get them to see each other a few times a year." He did not even wait for a response, he simply turned and left the room.

Kurt waited until he was sure Blaine was safely in his car before collapsing onto the runway and sobbing, the lights of the auditorium going off around him.