Kurt felt his heart beat quickly as he pulled up outside of the house Haley had given him the address for. His body nearly rejected the journey, he had wanted to turn down the street to their small apartment before, the one where he had ruined anything.

Blaine had literally moved on and moved onto better things, so why shouldn't Kurt?

Kurt stepped out of the car and looked up at the house. His breath caught in his throat at the architecture. It was a beautiful white stucco, Spanish style house.

The house sat alone amidst feels that Kurt figured grew coffee beans. He could see buildings far off in the distance and could hear the distinct sound of running water and machinery. It was a quiet hum and almost calming.

It was nothing like the constant sirens, horns, and yelling of New York City.

Kurt took in the curved windows that covered the front of the huge house. They corresponded to the peaks of the roof.

"Can I help you sir?" a woman walked up to him, taking her gloves off quickly.

Kurt stared at her for a few seconds before realizing that she was planting a tree in the front of the home. He smiled easily, "I was wondering if B-Blaine is here?"

She looked at him strangely for a second, "Is he expecting you? He had a meeting earlier and I think he has gone in for a nap…"

"No," Kurt searched his brain for an excuse to get into the home and see Blaine, "but I'm an old friend here to surprise him."

The woman smiled easily, "Well, Santana who usually takes care of this stuff is gone, but I'm sure he won't mind if you are old friends. Just go knock on the front door!"

With that, the woman smiled and walked back to the tree she was planting.

It never failed to surprise Kurt just how happy people in California were.

Walking up the front steps, Kurt had to hold onto the black wrought iron handle in order to steady himself. Did he really think this would work? Would Blaine really invite him in like nothing ever changed?

How would he say he knew Haley was not home?

Before he could even change his mind, his fist was knocking harshly on the door. It took a few minutes, but Kurt saw a mass of black hair walking toward the door through the glass. The figure was distorted, but Kurt had no questions about who it was.

The door opened almost comically slowly and Blaine stood there in the doorway, just staring, "Kurt?"

Instantly changing to his actor self, Kurt smiled, "Hi. Is…is now a good time? I just want to talk to you." He said all of this in a hushed tone, trying to seem approachable. It was difficult because the years had been nothing but good to Blaine. He stood in the doorway in a pair of dark was skinny jeans, his long feet poking out from the bottom. His shirt was a simple white collared shirt that was maybe a tad too big but seemed to work with Blaine's overall personality. He had glasses perched on his nose, but quickly moved to take them off.

He was still Blaine.

Blaine could not believe his eyes. In front of him stood that man he'd been pining after for years. Kurt looked like a dream – his long, trim legs were encased in charcoal dress pants and his light blue dress shirt was crisp and it didn't look like he had just traveled from New York, like Blaine assumed he had.

Blaine realized that Kurt was speaking and silently thanked God that Haley and Santana had gone for some new clothes for the girl. "No, no," Blaine moved to the side, "H-She isn't home right now," he motioned Kurt into the foyer of the house.

Kurt walked into the stark white foyer and grinned. Though the house was an architectural feat, it was still so Blaine. He spotted dog toys lying on the ground and a telltale pile of shoes that Kurt thought he actually recognized from years ago. The house though, was immaculate.

Kurt whistled a little, "Look at you, all grown up."

Blaine ducked his head bashfully and just stared at Kurt for a few more second. He snapped out of his reverie and grinned, shaking his head quickly, "I'm sorry I just…what? What are you doing here?"

It went against Blaine's better instincts, but he walked over quickly and wrapped his arms around the taller man, pulling him into a hug. "How the hell have you been?" he breathed into Kurt's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Kurt wanted to melt into the hug, but knew that Blaine still had a boyfriend, "I'm here for a fashion show. I just…I thought maybe we should talk. Natalie has been asking questions." That was not a lie, but Natalie had been asking questions since she'd been seven.

Blaine blinked a few more times, "Haley has too but...Kurt, I never thought I'd have you in my house again."

That seemed to remind Blaine that Kurt was a guest, "Oh my god! I'm sorry, I didn't even think. Come on, let's go get you a drink," he grabbed Kurt's elbow and pulled him past the winding staircase and into the open living room.

Kurt slowed down to appraise the house.

He could definitely live there.

The living room was tastefully decorated, not quite in Kurt's style but still it looked homey. The brown leather couch was plush and definitely lived in. There was a huge television and around it was a shrine to Haley – pictures of her as she grew and pictures of Blaine with friends, some of his family, and some with just Haley.

Kurt's heart warmed when he realized that Sebastian was nowhere in the house. "It smells nice in here," Kurt said off-handedly, trying to make small talk.

"Vanilla, Santana lights them all the time. She lit about fifty this morning. I thought she was erecting a shrine to someone." Blaine's eyes sparkled when he saw Kurt looked at the pictures.

"She's beautiful," Kurt breathed, his heart constricting again when he literally watched her grow up in front of the camera.

"She is," Blaine wrung his hands and seemed nervous, "she's my life."

Kurt smiled and pulled out his phone, "Would you like to see Natalie?" he asked softly, biting his lip.

Blaine eyed Kurt's mouth for a few seconds before nodding slowly, "I would." The tears were already on his lower eyelid and Kurt wanted nothing more than to wipe them away.

Kurt handed his phone over and Blaine cradled in gently, almost lovingly as he stared at the brunette on the screen. "They really do look alike."

Kurt wanted to laugh and make a joke, but knew now was not the time. "They do. She's amazing."

"So is Haley," Blaine sighed, "do you want some wine? I think I do."

This was already going better than Kurt had thought, "I would."

Blaine led Kurt into the kitchen and one again, Kurt was blown away. "I never thought I would see you in a big boy house," Kurt joked.

Blaine sidled up next to him and placed the wine glasses on the table before pouring them both a little more than necessary. "I never thought you'd be in it," Blaine said honestly, still staring at Kurt. "Please sit. Stay. Haley won't be back for awhile and Santana is stopping for dinner before she gets back, so she'll call."

Kurt sat at the island and just stared at Blaine. "So how have you been?" he asked gently, his fingers running around the rim of the wine glass.

Blaine watched the fingers for a few minutes before smiling and shrugging, "I'm good. Busy. Haley keeps me really busy as does the business. How about you? I'll admit," a blush tinted Blaine's cheeks, "that I've kept abreast of your career."

"That's actually why I'm here," Kurt crossed his legs toward Blaine and leaned back a little, "My show is next week. Lots of models to fit and schematics to go over."

A shadow passed over Blaine's face before he smiled again, "Your stuff is amazing, Kurt. You were always so talented."

"It's just work," Kurt sipped his wine, "but I love it. I'm actually…um…working with your boyfriend."

Blaine choked on his wine, "Oh. You…you know Sebastian?"

"Vaguely. He's one of the best male models to come along in years," Kurt watched as Blaine fiddled with a napkin holder, lightly tapping it against the dark wood of the island.

"He's something else," Blaine said somewhat lamely.

Kurt pursed his lips, trying to read into Blaine's body language. He could not get a firm read, so he looked out the huge glass doors and felt his heart swell once again, but with pride this time. The immediate backyard held a huge pool with a fountain and a sitting area that looked like it could hold many people. But behind it, the rows and rows of green showed just how successful Blaine was, and just how hard he worked.

"So Sebastian is modeling in your show," Blaine licked his lips and looked at Kurt intensely, "Is…is Natalie here with you?"

Kurt was not sure where the conversation was going, so he simply nodded his head.

"Will...she have contact with him?" Blaine looked concerned, a crease easily forming on his forehead.

Kurt nodded slowly, realizing where Blaine's mind was going. "He might. She generally runs around at my shows."

Blaine shook his head quickly, eyes wild, "No. He…Sebastian does not listen to anyone. If he sees her, he'll know. They look too much alike, Kurt."

Kurt held up his hands, "I understand. I'll make sure they don't see each other."

Blaine gave a sigh of relief, "Sorry…he doesn't have a lot of tact."

Kurt hid his grin, "That's fine, Blaine."

Blaine leaned back against the chair, "So sorry if I'm rude, but why are you here?" he moved the chair slightly, bumping his knee into Kurt's, a fire starting in both of their blood at the contact.

Blaine wished Kurt didn't know about Sebastian. Truth be told, Blaine wasn't exactly happy with Sebastian, and a break up had been on his mind for weeks. But now breaking up with him would seem desperate and he wasn't sure it was a good idea.

At least while Kurt was in town.

Kurt looked so breathtakingly handsome sitting in his kitchen. This was like a dream come true that Blaine had been having for years.

Kurt had been waiting for Blaine to pay attention again, he could see the far off look in his eyes. "I wanted to see you," he said gently, "I wanted to know you were happy. I'd…I'd like to stay in contact with you, Blaine."

Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's admission. He knew Kurt usually had a hard time reconnecting with people. "I'd like that," Blaine said in an equally small voice.

"Blaine, I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did ten years ago," Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, surprised to see that they still fit together so well. "I've regretted it every day."

Blaine looked deeply into Kurt's eyes, searching for a sign he obviously didn't find. "Kurt, it's in the past. I think we can both agree that it...it happened for a reason. We can move past it, though, right?"

Kurt straightened his spine and tried to hide all of the hurt he felt. "Sure, Blaine. We can move past it…"

Blaine kept Kurt's hand firmly in his, just holding onto the warmth and softness that was Kurt. His hand still felt the same. "I've missed you."

Kurt instantly smiled widely, "You have?"

"Of course, you were my best friend! There were so many things I've wanted to tell you!" Blaine laughed, "Oh god, I'm being weird aren't I? I mean, we're practically strangers…"

"I haven't changed much," Kurt offered, "have you?" Kurt could have told Blaine that while he had changed a little, he was still pretty much the same.

"No," Blaine admitted, "I'm still goofy me."

Kurt wanted to tell Blaine that there was nothing wrong with that, that the Blaine he had fallen in love with was just as goofy, just as awkward as this Blaine. "I like it," he eventually said, a blush filling his cheeks.

Blaine blamed it on too strong wine.

"So tell me about your fashion show!" Blaine turned in his chair and sat sideway, his arm cradling his head as he gazed at Kurt, adoration shining in his eyes.

"I'm sure you've heard. I've been practicing the models to the bone!" Kurt laughed a little, trying to imagine Sebastian complaining about the complex catwalk he'd developed.

Blaine shook his head, "I haven't actually."

"Oh? Sebastian hasn't said anything?" Kurt wanted to slap himself because he kept bringing up Sebastian, but he was trying to get anything to go on about their relationship.

"No," Blaine eyes were wide and honest, "he hasn't been around for the past few days. Maybe you have been working him to the bone."

"Doesn't he live here?" Kurt was already grasping at straws trying to formulate a plan.

Blaine let out a loud laugh, "Oh god, no. We aren't serious or anything. What has he told you?"

Kurt tried to hold back the squeal, but Blaine still caught the slight upturn of his lips when he said the news, and he couldn't miss the extra sparkle in Kurt's eye.

"He hasn't really said anything, actually, I found out in a roundabout way." Kurt wanted to stay and ask more, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome. "But I did want to know if he invited you to the show."

Blaine shook his head, "No, Sebastian never really invites me to any of his shows. I think it was payback for not letting him meet Haley."

"And now?"

Blaine shrugged, "Who knows."

Kurt stood, "I have to get going, but you have a ticket to the show. I can get you a second one if…if you want to bring Santana or Haley…"

Blaine nodded slowly, "I can't promise you I'll bring Haley….but I will come."

"You will?" Kurt's voice was high and the smile was perhaps the biggest, most genuine smile he'd had in years.

"Of course!" Blaine acted like he was surprised Kurt would doubt him, "Oh my god of course I'll go! Can you imagine all the bragging I can do? You gave your virginity to me!"

Kurt blushed and suddenly his mind went back to years ago and all of those times they had together. He would give anything to get them back. "Please don't brag about that!" Kurt covered his face with his hands, "Please. Especially if you bring Haley."

Blaine sobered some, "I wouldn't Kurt. I still…I still keep that sacred."

Kurt grinned at Blaine and hugged him quickly, forgetting the tense conversation. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer. They just stood for a few minutes, both breathing in the scent of the other man, trying to memorize it for one last time.

Kurt pulled back but stayed in Blaine's arms, "Promise me we'll see each other again after this?"

Blaine couldn't help his urges as he leaned forward to kiss Kurt's forehead lightly. He immediately blushed, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that. But yes, of course we will see each other again. I'm not letting you walk out of my life again, Kurt."

Kurt grinned and returned the kiss, but on Blaine's cheek. "Good." He paused for a second, "Can I get your phone number?"

Blaine nodded and quickly programmed it into Kurt's phone, "Now you have to keep in contact. No excuses, mister," he waggled his finger at Kurt.

Kurt laughed and winked quickly, "You will hear from me soon. You have a front row seat and I need that filled."

"Because it is so hard to fill your front rows," Blaine rolled his eyes.

Kurt laughed but turned to leave, not wanting to out stay his welcome.

Both men knew they had a lot to talk about, and eventually the ugliness of their divorce would rear its head, but for now they were just ecstatic to see each other again.

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Blaine sat with a smile on his face as he watched Santana and Haley run around outside by the pool. The front door creaked open and Blaine immediately sat up, straightening out his clothing.

He tired to ignore the disappointment he felt when Sebastian walked back into living room.

Who had he been expecting?

Blaine plastered a smile on his face, "Hey! How was your day?"

Sebastian flopped down onto the couch, jostling Blaine, "I spent the entire day getting fit by Kurt Hummel. It sucked, the guy is a tool."

Blaine glanced at Sebastian, "All day? What did you do this afternoon?"

"He fit me all afternoon. It was ridiculous," Sebastian played on his phone for a few seconds before glancing over at Blaine, "Why the questions?"

Blaine knew Sebastian was lying, but he didn't know why. "I'm sure he's just busy."

"Kurt Hummel? Yeah, too busy trying to get the stick out of his ass."

Blaine couldn't believe the anger he felt boil up in his stomach at Sebastian's words. He shouldn't feel that way, he had no reason to protect Kurt.

But still, Sebastian was lying about something.