"I have a friend coming to see me in a few hours. Could you please page me when he arrives and tell him I will meet him down here?" Blaine asked, looking down to shuffle through the packet of letters.

The concierge nodded once and wrote down the message, "Is there anything else?"

Blaine shook his head and Kurt noticed his hair had been styled to fall back against his head and away from his forehead. A smart ding startled Kurt out of his daze and he looked back to the elevator doors. He quickly hustled his way into the lift, his heart racing.

Blaine.

His Blaine.

His ex-Blaine was standing in the lobby to the apartment building he was living in and chatting up the man at the front desk. What was wrong with this picture? Oh, right. Everything.

The doors closed and Kurt felt safe once more. Slowly the lift rose to the highest level of the building and Kurt stumbled out into the main hallway before his room. He slid the key into the lock and tumbled onto his foyer with his heart racing.

Suddenly he was back in high school looking at Blaine's icy face over Skype. Seeing Blaine again was the last thing he needed.

He staggered to his feet once more and moved to his kitchen. He needed a drink and badly.

With his drink clutched in his hand he settled into his couch to take a well needed break. It was Monday and he was free on Mondays. He'd had a respectfully good day with a wonderful workout and a trip to Dolce & Gabbana. He turned on his television but didn't pay attention, he rarely did. Instead his mind was replaying the conversation he'd heard over and over again.

An hour later Kurt couldn't stand it anymore, he needed to get out. He grabbed his coat once more and called one of the men he'd been going out with lately. "How would you like to do dinner with me tonight?" He asked and almost immediately the man agreed.

Kurt took the lift down to the main floor where he'd told his companion he would need him. As he emerged he did a quick check for any familiar faces. When he decided the coast was clear he sidled up to the front desk, "Excuse me."

The man turned to him immediately with a pleasant look upon his face, "Yes? How can I help you Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt took a moment to think over what he was going to say. "There was a man down here earlier, with curly black hair."

"Mr. Anderson, yes." Kurt felt his mouth go dry at the sound of Blaine's last name.

"Is he… living here?"

The man nodded once more, "Yes sir. He has been for about two months."

Two months? Kurt must have looked confused because the man went on, "He's been lecturing at Yale for the past few weeks and hasn't been here much. Would you like me to leave a message for him?" Kurt shook his head quickly.

"No, I was just wondering. Thank you." His companion arrived a few moments later and ushered Kurt into his car.

The man's name was Zeke and he was a model for Calvin Klein. He was fairly interesting and had devilish good looks with dark brows and tanned skin. While his personality was incredibly vain he was able to string two sentences together into an almost intelligent conversation.

Being with Zeke took up time but Kurt had trouble focusing completely when he knew that Blaine was living maybe feet away from him.

"What's up?" Zeke asked halfway through their dinner. Kurt jolted a little and looked up at his companion. "You seem distant today."

Kurt smiled wryly at him, "I just saw someone today that brought back a lot of old memories."

"Good or bad?"

"Some good, some not so good. Most of it is regret."

Zeke's green eyes clouded with confusion, "Regret? About what?"

"How I gave up on something I shouldn't have." Zeke laughed lightly at him.

"You gave up on something? I'm surprised. You're one of the most tenacious people I know."

Kurt laughed and left it at that. He tried to enjoy the rest of the evening, but it was too hard. When Zeke brought him back to the apartment he turned to Kurt with lust smoldering in his eyes. Kurt bit his lip lightly and shook his head, "Any other night Zeke. Tonight I need to rest. I have a show tomorrow."

Zeke's expression clouded with anger but after a moment he nodded, "Fine. I'll see you later then." Kurt placed a soft kiss on Zeke's cheek and slid out of the car, sashaying back into the main lobby. It always seemed a problem with Kurt to not compare. Where Zeke gave him a 'Fine' full of petulance Blaine would have maybe smiled softly and said, 'I understand' or something to that.

Zeke had done what Kurt had wanted him to do, he'd taken his mind off of Blaine for just a little while but the second he was in the building he was shocked back to the present. There before him stood a tall, lean figure with dark skin and a shaved head.

"I'll tell him you're here. He's been waiting for you." The man at the desk said and Kurt had the absurd thought that he really needed to find out the man's name. He was there constantly.

With a soft gasp Kurt twisted to sit down in a seat with his back to the guest and tried to blend into his surroundings but he was too late. "Kurt?"

Kurt cussed slightly and turned around to see David advancing towards him with a brilliant smile on his face. He looked as handsome as ever and truly happy to see Kurt. "What were you trying to do? Hide from me?"

Kurt gave a cheesy grin, pulling out all his acting stops, "I guess I've never been that good at hiding."

"And you're a horribly spy too." David enveloped him in a strong hug. "I didn't know you were living here. I actually had plans to go see your show tomorrow with Blaine and attempt to surprise you! Ah, yeah! Did you know that Blaine is living here too?"

Kurt gave an abrupt nod, "I actually just found out this morning."

"Well, you should come to dinner with us. It'll be great!"

Kurt immediately shook his head and took a step back, "I actually just came from a dinner with a friend of mine. I need to rest up." David's expression fell and Kurt felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Dalton hadn't been the utopia he'd hoped for but David had been a good ally at least. "How about we meet up after the show? We're only doing one performance so we can do a dinner afterwards. I'll leave word with the stage manager to let you in afterwards, is that alright?"

David nodded quickly, "Alright. I'll tell Blaine, unless you'd like to wait a few minutes and tell him yourself?"

Kurt hated that he was turning his friend away but he didn't want to deal with Blaine, not when everything was happening so fast. "No, I really just want to go to my apartment. I will see you tomorrow night."

David clapped him on the shoulder and grinned after him as he went to call an elevator. He waved to David as the lift arrived and stepped in and just as he turned around to press the button for his floor the lift door across from him opened. The scene that followed seemed to move in slow motion. Kurt looked up in time to see a person emerge from the lift and look up to meet his eyes.

Clear toffee colored eyes met bright blue and Blaine seemed to take moment to process what he was seeing exactly. "Kurt?" Seconds passed between them that seemed to crawl by like minutes and neither of them moved. Finally the doors to Kurt's life closed and he was alone again.

Kurt felt his heart shutter a little at the fact that he'd just made eye contact with Blaine after all these years. He knew it was ridiculous to be affected so badly by a man he'd made a promise to himself to forget but Blaine had a peculiar magic to him. He was the kind of guy that left an impression that was impossible to shake off.

Back in his room Kurt shucked his clothes almost immediately and rushed to the bath to take a late night shower that quickly turned into a cold one. It was amazing how handsome Blaine had looked in those few seconds he'd seen him.

After the shower Kurt emerged feeling better than he had all day and started on his moisturizing routine. He had grown up beautifully, his body in top shape and his skin milky white. He was still rather effeminate but at the same time very obviously male. He knew he looked good; he had to in order to get all those dates with top actors and models. Kurt used to wonder what Blaine would say if he saw him now. Would he still think he was beautiful?

He was halfway through his routine when he realized. 'Shit! Blaine's going to be at my show tomorrow!' And he was going to see both Blaine and David afterward.

What had he gotten himself into?

That night was riddled with mangled dreams of Blaine and Dalton and his time with the boy.

After his third time jolting awake Kurt hit his pillow out of frustration and cried, "Oh, come on! Give me a break?"

"And why would I do that?" Kurt gasped and stared at the doorway where as familiar and yet strange figure stood, silhouetted by a light Kurt was sure he hadn't left on in the living room.

Blaine took a sturdy step forward into the room. "What are you doing here? Who let you in?" Kurt commanded, trying not to let uncertainty creep into his voice.

Blaine didn't answer him. He continued his trek into the room and finally settled on the edge of the bed. Kurt swore he could feel the heat emanating from Blaine's body.

"Why are you doing this to me Blaine? I gave you up! That night that I said goodbye to you I gave you up, so why are you still haunting me?" Kurt growled as Blaine leaned forward a little, a small smirk on his lips. Kurt could actually see his reflection in Blaine's glasses and he looked strained and… something else. An expression that was foreign to Kurt and that scared him a little.

"I'm not doing any of this. You are." Blaine breathed his lips almost touching Kurt's. They were so close-

Kurt woke with a jolt as his alarm went off. Ten a.m. on the dot. Kurt growled angrily and jammed the heels of his hands against his eyes and rubbed them roughly. This was not going to end well, he just knew it.

He went through his morning routine as quickly as possible and hurried off to the theatre. He took the back way in and rushed back stage to find Sadie. She was the main stage manager and had been a good friend to Kurt the past few years. "Sadie! I'm in trouble!" He cried as soon as he spotted her.

She grinned at him. "Obviously. Look at the state of your hair."

"No, I mean a real predicament."

Sadie's finely plucked eyebrow rose just a little, "Ooh, intrigue. Private?" Kurt nodded and grabbed her hand in his, dragging her behind him to his dressing room. Once the door was firmly shut behind him Sadie grinned at Kurt and said, "So, spill."

"My ex-boyfriend is in town." Kurt started and before Sadie could say anything he plundered on, "He's also my first boyfriend and probably the last guy I actually loved. He is in town and he's living in the same building as me and I'm going to see him tonight."

Sadie sat down heavily on the bureau, "As in see him on a date?"

"No, and old mutual friend was visiting him and spotted me and I told him to come and meet me after the show and he's seeing the show with Blaine."

Sadie grinned at him slightly, "Blaine? Now that's a pretty name."

"It fits him. Old-fashioned, dashing, everything he is and isn't. You'll see him tonight." Kurt said, pouting. He spun to face his reflection and fix his bangs.

"So, what are you planning to do?"

Kurt groaned dramatically and ruffled his hair once more, "I don't know Sadie! I saw him twice in one day for a collective time of maybe a minute and I'm already going nuts."

Sadie pushed away from the bureau to kneel next to Kurt. She set her hand on Kurt's knee and asked, "Why did you give him up?"

Kurt scoffed a little but frowned, "We were high school sweethearts, and he was my first gay relationship and my mentor. He had to be so smart that Yale wanted and he left me and I couldn't deal with a long distance relationship so I broke it off in the worst way possible. I broke it off over Skype." Kurt almost felt the venom in his voice at his own words. He wasn't the only one in the wrong. Blaine hadn't been there for him like he'd always promised. Blaine was in the wrong here too.

"Well, at least you were face to face more or less. I personally think text is worse." Sadie offered but Kurt cut her off.

"No, it was horrible because I saw his face when I told him it was over and now I have to face him tonight and be perfectly agreeable because David's going to be there too."

Sadie shook her head slightly, "I don't know what to tell you Kurt. I think you should go through with this dinner and act like you always do. I'm sure most of it is going to be catching up with that David friend of yours. You're an award winning actor Kurt, you'll be able to act your way through this. Improv is one of your strong suits."

Kurt took a deep, calming breath and nodded. "You're right. I'll be able to make it through this."

She squeezed his hand and stood up, "Now, you get ready and put Blaine out of your mind. I expect you to be in top condition tonight. Actually, I want you to be better than your best. Okay?"

Kurt laughed shakily and turned to his mirror in order to start putting on his foundation. He could do this. He was Kurt Hummel and some kid from high school wasn't going to shake him… even if that kid from high school was Blaine Anderson.

Kurt was able to pull himself together just before the show and he did his best to make it his most amazing performance. At intermission many of his co-stars exclaimed about how they'd never seen him act so well. Kurt had to admit he was feeling a little buzzed about everything and ready to face that evening.

When he went back on for the second act Sadie watched from the sidelines and smiled. He was really putting on a good show. If he kept this up through his dinner with Blaine and David that night he'd make it out just fine.

As the final curtain fell Kurt rushed off the stage and grabbed Sadie's shoulders. "I'm going to go and change. David said he'd meet me back here, let him in." He gave a quick description of David to her and rushed off to his changing room.

Less than five minutes later two men appeared at the backstage door deep in conversation. Sadie stood a little away from the door and listened, waiting for them to notice her.

"David, I can't do this."

"Seriously man, you were best friends. You can manage two hours with him."

The other man huffed a little and then spoke in a voice that struck Sadie in the chest, "He broke my heart David. I can't just forget that."

They moved more in the light and Sadie was able to make out their basic features. "You were eighteen then, grow up won't you? You want to see him and you know it. That's why you dressed up and that's why you brought flowers." Sadie glanced at the shorter man's arms and sure enough there was a bouquet bundled up there. "Just, give him a chance. For me?"

The man, Blaine growled a little and then seemed to notice Sadie there. She smiled at them, "I'm guessing you're David and Blaine, right?" David nodded quickly, "He's waiting in his dressing room. Follow me."

She took in Blaine's appearance and noted he was incredibly handsome and incredibly tailored, even with his long-ish hair. David was equally as tailored but taller and held himself a different way. They both seemed like proud men and Sadie idly wondered if David was gay also. She stopped in front of Kurt's door and knocked, "They're here."

"Alright, let them in." Kurt's voice was muffled slightly and Sadie turned the handle and pushed the door open. David gave her a little bow and entered with Blaine following behind him uncertainly, clutching the roses for all he was worth.

"Hey Kurt!" David said cheerily, appearing in Kurt's mirror. "You were amazing up there. I seriously think the Warblers took your voice for granted."

Kurt took a final breath and went into performance mode. He turned around, his face lighting up on cue. "I wish Wes could hear you say that!"

"I'll make sure to tell him when I see him next." He stopped a moment later when he realized that Kurt's attention wasn't on him anymore, but the man who stood behind him.

The looks that he and Blaine were giving one another clearly meant that there was unfinished business left between them. Their expressions were undecipherable but just below those craft masks were…something. David caught Sadie's eye outside and she shrugged a little. Quickly David tried to run interception, "Blaine got a stray hair on the way here and gave made me stop so we could pick up flowers for you, Kurt."

His words seemed to shock Blaine into motion. He moved forward to offer the flowers. "You were spectacular up there. I always knew you'd be a star." Kurt accepted the flowers and felt a slight, traitorous flush on his cheeks.

"Thank you. I'm glad you came. Both of you." Kurt said; tearing his eyes away from Blaine toffee colored ones. They hadn't changed over the years. Still sincere and warm as ever. "So, where are we going for dinner?"

Blaine cleared his throat slightly, "I made reservations at Per Se."

David clapped his hands together and grinned, "Well then, let's get going! We have so much to catch up on!"

Kurt followed the two men out of the room and handed the roses to Sadie who grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear. "He's gorgeous!"

"I know. Damn him." Kurt murmured back miserably. It probably would have been easier if Blaine hadn't remained so aesthetically appealing.

"Good luck." Sadie whispered and let Kurt follow the two men out of the theatre. Blaine held the door open for Kurt politely and gave him an automatic and professional smile as he passed. It was then that Kurt realized this was going to be worse than he'd ever expected.