"I just think he's a peach," Carrie said sweetly, her voice a little muffled by the bad quality of the speakerphone. "He was a sweetheart last night and I really enjoyed chatting with him. He liked my artwork."

Blaine grinned and finished eating the sandwich he'd made for breakfast. He had gotten up early and spent a leisurely morning taking a shower and enjoying the fact that he wasn't shackled to his computer. Last night had been amazing. After their breakup Blaine never thought that he would get this chance. Seeing him eating ice cream like that and laughing with Carrie had felt, for a lack of a better word, wonderful.

It was almost easy to forget how badly Kurt had broken his heart. But last night had made it seem so much easier to remember the great times they had had. Their romance had been short, but wonderful. Kurt had been easy and sweet and it was great that he'd won over Carrie.

"I'm sure you'd love anyone who compliments your work," Blaine replied as Quiddich settled on his lap, purring obtrusively.

"Did you have a good evening?" Carrie asked.

"Of course I did. You put on a wonderful event love. I'm proud of you-"

Blaine could literally hear Carrie roll her eyes. "Oh, forget the art show for a moment. How was your date with Kurt? And don't lie about it being a date, because it totally was. I saw the way you were talking last night."

"It wasn't a date. It was a stepping stone. It was far too easy to fall into my old pattern with him, and that easiness can be broken just as easily too. I don't want to let him get too close."

Carrie sighed. "Well, from the way he was chatting with me and the way he was looking at you."

"How was he looking at me?" Blaine asked, feeling his heart skip an almost irrational beat.

"Like he was undressing you dear. Anyway, after all that it was very clear he was rather inclined to let everything be left in the past and you two continue to go on your way as if nothing had ever happened," Carrie said loftily.

Blaine smiled a little and rubbed the bridge of Quiddich's nose, smiling down at her as he literally felt her purr reverberate in his chest. "Well, he may be, but I'm not."

"Honey, did you even see how you were looking at him? Well, of course you couldn't. You were too busy looking at him the way you would back in college during your Skype chats. You have to admit that there are a shit load of residual feelings hanging around you two," Carrie said sweetly and he heard a loud rustling on the other end.

Blaine couldn't come up with a proper way to respond to that and sat in silence, listening to Carrie hum serenely to him. He barely had the will to rebuke her because he knew that she had an incredibly valid point, "Oh, wow!" Carrie commented, catching Blaine's attention.

"What's up?" He asked pushing Quiddich off his lap. She landed on the ground with a dignified 'fwump' and after bestowing upon him an incredibly irritated look, meandered away with her tail held high above her head. Blaine grinned at her dramatic exit and went to pour another cup of his rather horrible tasting coffee.

"Chance just gave me the sales receipts from the show and I sold a lot of- wow. Oh. My-" Carrie's voice floated off into nothing and immediate Blaine was at attention.

"Is everything okay?"

Carrie laughed so suddenly the next second that she caused Blaine to almost drop the phone. He brought it back to his ear in time to hear her say, "Yeah. I'm awesome. It's just. Someone bought Across the Winds," Blaine felt his heart drop out his chest and settle somewhere at the bottom of his stomach. That was his painting.

"Does it say who?" Blaine ventured, staring out his window at his incredible view of the city.

Carrie remained silent for a few moments until, "I can't say sweetheart. Artist-Buyer confidentiality. Sorry," She honestly didn't sound very sorry, Blaine noticed bitterly.

"It's fine," His doorbell rang a moment later, "Can you hold on a second? Someone's at the door."

"Ooh! I'll bet you ten bucks it's Kurt. Twenty if he has coffee in hand," Carrie called loftily and Blaine scowled at the phone, but he still checked his appearance in the mirror near the door. He still had bed head and looked incredibly tired. Glancing through the peep hole he felt himself smile and pulled the door open.

Kurt grinned at him, with his jacket draped over his shoulder. Blaine held up a finger and smiled at Kurt who raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "It's Kurt," Carrie made a triumphant cry and Blaine continued, "But he's empty handed."

"Damn! Tell him he cost me thirty bucks," Carrie griped and Blaine grinned at her.

He looked to Kurt who was waiting patiently still. "Carrie said you cost her thirty bucks." Kurt's brow wrinkled in confusion. "She bet me that you'd show up here with coffee in hand."

Kurt laughed lightly. "No coffee, but I was going to ask you to get coffee with me. Does that count?"

Carrie had obviously heard him through the receiver and called, "Yes! I expect thirty bucks when I see you next Curly-Sue. Have a good not date with Kurt."

Blaine laughed, "Will do." He said goodbye and hung up, looking Kurt over with a passing glance. "Because of you I now owe Carrie thirty dollars."

"I'll pay for the coffee then," Kurt replied immediately, apparently expecting Blaine to jump-to and get coffee with him. Worried voices in the back of Blaine's mind told him to say no and go back into his apartment and drink his horrible coffee, but he quelled the voice and let Kurt in. Immediately a cat was winding around Kurt's legs, ignoring his sigh of defeat. "These are brand new boots," He complained to Blaine, who only laughed.

"Let me change real fast and grab my coat," Blaine threw out of his shoulder as he hurried to his room.

Kurt stood near the mirror, rocking back and forth on his heels, trying to ignore the cat (Pachelbel was it?) who was obnoxiously invading his personal space. She meowed and purred huskily at Kurt and when he stepped away from her she followed him. Kurt threw his best 'bitch, you're annoying me' look at her, but she seemed quite oblivious to his silent threats.

Blaine appeared dressed in a purple T-shirt and jeans and looked incredibly comfortable and laid back. "I see you've made a friend for life," He commented, taking his sunglasses from the stand near the mirror.

"I don't see how. I've done nothing but send her 'get away from me vibes'," Kurt moaned and Blaine chuckled, opening the door and ushering Kurt out into the hallway and away from his rather put-out looking cat.

"Cats are vindictive like that. They know when people don't like them and exploit that to their fullest extent." He shut and locked the door before turning to Kurt, "So, where are you taking me?"

"There's a coffee place a few blocks away that makes an amazing Medium drip," Kurt said sweetly, tilting his chin up a little, as if daring Blaine to refuse. Blaine only shrugged and led the way to the elevators.

They were fairly silent on the ride down and didn't say much until they were outside in the suddenly busy street. "Do you have a performance tonight?" Blaine asked, attempting to make conversation. They'd spent the entire evening enjoying one another's presence; they could do a coffee date. During high school they had spent the majority of their time together at the Lima Bean, this was no different.

"Yeah, it's later in the afternoon though, so it shouldn't be too bad," Kurt replied, smiling at the other man.

Blaine gave him a flattering look and glanced to the street where a taxi was honking wildly at another car, "It was wonderful to see you in Worry Well, honestly. I've always known you were talented, but you really floored me when I saw you up on that stage. David was incredibly impressed too. I think part of the way, when you had that solo just before the second act, was when he began kicking himself for not noticing how good you were when you were back with the Warblers."

Kurt stopped in front of the door of his favorite caf� and ushered Blaine through, "I've always said that. But the Warblers were a good way for me to grow and learn something I wouldn't have learned back with New Directions. If you'd go and grab a seat I'll order for us."

Blaine nodded and found a little table near the window and settled in one of the seats. A few minutes later a man approached him. He was very attractive with a high brow and thick eyelashes. Blaine smiled up at him but faltered a little when he saw the scowl on the man's lips. "Can I help you?" Blaine asked pleasantly.

The man stared at him a few moments longer and looked about to speak when Kurt's voice floated up from behind him, "Excuse me," The man immediately stepped aside and Blaine saw his eyes widened comically at the appearance of Kurt. The actor nodded to the man and slipped past him and into the seat across from Blaine, "Your medium drip and I even brought the cinnamon. You still like cinnamon, don't you?"

Blaine blinked at Kurt, forgetting the man was still there. "Oh, yeah. Thanks! I can't believe you still remember!"

Kurt laughed musically. "Of course I would remember. I ordered your coffee for you for months. It's kind of hard to forget the order," It was only then that Kurt realized that the man was still there and staring at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did we take your table?" The man shook his head violently, looking almost shocked. "Is there something I can help you with?" Kurt prompted.

The man opened his mouth and a string of intelligible sounds flew from his mouth, but none of them made any sense. Kurt glanced at Blaine from the corner of his eyes, but Blaine only offered him a confused shrug. Looking back at the guy Kurt opened his mouth to ask something else but the man quickly turned on his heel and sprinted out of the caf�.

Kurt and a few of the other patrons stared at the door where the man had run out of for a few seconds, before turning back to whoever they were talking to. When Kurt looked back to Blaine he looked floored, "On a scale of 1 to 20, how weird was that?"

"I have no idea where it would rank for you, but for me it would be a 13," Blaine said with a shrug. "He is probably just an over excited fan. You should have offered your autograph or something," Blaine said lightly, stirring the cinnamon into his coffee, already pushing the event to the back of his mind.

"You've had worse?" Kurt asked, taking a sip from his cup.

Blaine shrugged, "I've been flashed on one occasion and had another person who found my email and emailed me continuously that she wanted my children. She didn't even care that I'm gay. And I could those as only 17s. I'm sure I'm going to run into a 20 somewhere out there sometime."

Kurt laughed, amazed at the careless way Blaine was treating his over-zealous admirers. "I think I've only had a few really excited fans. Nothing major."

Blaine quirked one of his ridiculous, triangle shaped eyebrows and laughed. "Just wait, they will find you."

For the next hour they lost themselves in an easy chatter about the work and fans. At one point singing came up and a light switched on in Kurt's memory. "Oh yeah! Did you ever get into the Wiffenpoofs?"

Blaine choked slightly on his coffee once he was able to speak again he asked, "You still remember that?"

"If I can remember your coffee drink, I can remember the Wiffenpoofs. It's hard to forget a name like that," Kurt replied, obviously annoyed that Blaine would even consider for a moment Kurt had forgotten part of the reason why they'd broken up. Kurt didn't hold it against Blaine's a capella group but he still associated it with their break up.

Blaine laughed and moved his hand a little closer to Kurt's, which was sitting serenely near the center of the table. He glanced down at those long fingers and followed them up to his wrist which was encircled by a silver chain. He took a closer look and spotted a little silver Eiffel tower charm and immediately he remembered. Kurt still had that? A moment later Blaine realized that Kurt was waiting for him to respond.

"Yeah. I was with the Spizzwinks for three years and we recorded a couple CD's that sold on campus. My senior year I got into the Wiffenpoofs and was one of their lead vocalists." Blaine ignored Kurt's playful jibe of 'Of course' and continued, "We did a lot of really big shows. Performed on the X-Factor and American Idol and had a CD out. We also traveled around Europe for a bit. It was pretty awesome," Blaine said, looking back fondly on his glory days at Yale. "Did you continue to sing in college?"

Kurt never thought he would have the 'catching up on college stories' moment with Blaine. In high school, he'd always thought that he'd be with Blaine through college and after they'd broken up he had been sure that they would never meet again.

He smiled softly at the man across him who was looking at him intently with his adorable eyes and hazel eyes. "A little, but not much. I mainly focused on theatre and doing my own thing. But look at where I ended up! Something I did then must have been the right move."

Blaine stared down at their hands and after a moment he took Kurt's hand in his squeezed slightly, with his other hand he reached out to touch the charm on the bracelet. He glanced up at Kurt with a tiny smile on his lips, he didn't say anything at all, he didn't need to. The familiar feeling of his shorter and stronger hand in Kurt's flowed back to Kurt and he felt his heart skip a little knowing that Blaine remembered the bracelet. "Obviously." Blaine said, and there was something in the tone of his voice that sent Kurt over the edge. He didn't want to part for the day just yet.

Threading his fingers through Blaine's, Kurt tugged a little on them, not breaking his eye contact with the other man. "Why don't you come to the theatre with me for a while? You could see the inner workings of backstage Broadway. It'll be fun!"

"Am I allowed?" Blaine asked, smiling at Kurt's energy.

"If you're with me, of course." He tugged on Blaine's hand and got to his feet. "Let's go."

Blaine allowed Kurt to tug him to his feet and tossed his empty coffee cup into the garbage, not letting go of Kurt's hand. The anxious voice in the back of his head tried to convince Blaine to let go and take this thing with Kurt slower, but that only forced Blaine to hold tighter to Kurt as they hurried down the street, dodging around people and sprinting across streets.

By the time they arrived they were still holding hands and looking thoroughly luminous. Kurt tugged Blaine to the back stage entrance and smiled at the man sitting there, guarding the door. The man didn't say anything and they passed without any hassle.

The backstage was busy and loud. Kurt dragged Blaine passed the people, smiling and greeting a few of them, who in turn gave Blaine a searching look, like they were trying to figure out what his relation was to Kurt. Blaine wished them luck because even he didn't know where he stood with the other man.

They found Sadie checking props and speaking into a headset. Kurt tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled to smile at him. "Hey! It's about time you showed up. If you keep skipping performances, the public might start to revolt." She laughed good naturedly, and then then seemed to notice Blaine. "I recognize you. You were with the hot guy a few weeks ago. Blaine, right?"

Blaine didn't like the searching look he gave her, but didn't mention it. Instead, he shook his hand free from Kurt's and held it out to her and smiled. "And you're Sadie. Do you manage this entire show?"

"I'm the main stage manager. I have a few assistants," Sadie replied, shaking his hand once and releasing, noticing the way that he immediately took Kurt's hand back and the way that Kurt's fingers curled around his hand automatically. What had happened to bring this about so fast?

"That's impressive," Blaine said honestly and Kurt grinned.

"Yes, but she's rather anal about how everything works and takes the majority of the work on his own shoulders. I'm waiting for her to suffer a panic attack any day now," Kurt joked and tugged on Blaine's hand before Sadie could rebuke him."I'm going to show Blaine the stage." She watched them leave with raised eyebrows. What the hell had happened last night?

The theatre was basically empty except for a few people sweeping the floors. Blaine stared wide-eyed at the giant theatre. "Wow. My respect for you just grew tenfold," Blaine stage-whispered and Kurt laughed softly.

"You've been on stage before. Remember, you're the guy who's sung at theme parks remember?" Kurt jibed at him slightly, a smirk on his lips. Blaine scowled at the taller man who ignored him and stared up at the second tier of the mezzanine.

"Yeah, stages like the ones at Dalton, Regionals, Yale, but not this big," Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Aren't you the one who said the Wiffenpoofs performed on the X-Factor?"

Blaine glared at the other man. "Not even on the same level. This is so much bigger."

Kurt stared at Blaine for a while before smiling a little. He tugged on Blaine's hand to make him look at him. "Sing with me."

"What?" Blaine hissed.

"We won't be breaking any rules. I often come up here to sing by myself to warm. We'll just count this as you helping me with my warm up. C'mon, sing with me. I bet even after all these years we'll still sound amazing together," Kurt said with a wink.

Blaine stared at him for a while before allowing a soft smile to bloom on his lips. "Fine. You start." Kurt laughed and dragged Blaine to the front of the stage and started singing, a mischievous tilt to his lips.

"You think I'm pretty without any make up on-"

Blaine groaned and slapped his hand to his head. "Oh you suck."

"C'mon, sing with me. You can do it," Kurt prodded and Blaine laughed a little,

"You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong-" Blaine stopped when Kurt gave him a incredulous look. "What? I'm singing?"

Kurt shook his head, "What happened to the show-man that I knew at Dalton who would dance around like an idiot on stage without a care and would belt notes that could make young women and questioning young men swoon?"

Blaine groaned and did a little turn on his heel, causing Kurt to laugh and clap before encouraging Blaine to go on. He gave Kurt a look of mock annoyance before starting the next line with more confidence, "I know you get me, so I let my walls come down." Kurt laughed and joined in immediately, singing the words with ease.

They danced around each other, singing and acting incredibly silly. Flirting brightly and bouncing off one another, their voices matching perfectly like when they were younger. When Blaine got to "Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans" and had a reaction similar to the one he'd had the first time he'd heard the song. Blaine noticed it and laughed, taking Kurt's hands and swinging him around in a fancy almost waltz like movement.

At that moment they both bloomed and reverted to their teenage relationship. They finished their song and dance and stood in the center of the stage smiling at one another. Seconds later, they were ripped from their moment by the sound of applause. Apparently, some of the stage workers had lifted the main curtain so everyone could witness their impromptu performance. Kurt laughed and glanced at Blaine, whose eyes were crinkled in amusement. They took a bow and hurried back to where Sadie was standing. Despite her trepidation towards Blaine, they had looked and sounded good together up on that stage.

"I should probably go and pay Carrie her thirty dollars," Blaine said, glancing at Kurt.

"Might be a good idea," Kurt agreed, "Maybe I could come by later tonight after the show?"

Blaine smiled softly, "I'd like that. I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you again Sadie." Sadie nodded and watched as Blaine hurried down the steps and outside.

Sadie turned to look at Kurt, glancing at his wrist. "What's that?"

Kurt beamed at her, "A present Blaine gave me years ago. I thought it would be a nice gesture to start wearing it again."

Sadie narrowed her eyes, "Are you sure you aren't going to fast right now?"

Kurt started at her loftily. "He doesn't seem to mind. Sadie, just let this go. This is good and I'm happy," She didn't say much else and let him go, frowning at his back.

When the show finished that night, Kurt hurried back to the apartment complex, grabbed his mail from the front, and went straight to Blaine's door. Blaine answered a few moments later and grinned at Kurt who said immediately, "Want to come up and have a night cap?"

"Sounds great." He grabbed his key and closed the door behind him and followed him up to his apartment. This didn't say much to each other on the way. Kurt opened the door to his suite and led the way in, leafing through the letters. He stopped at a particular one and frowned. Blaine glanced over his shoulder. "What's up?"

"Nothing, this is just the second time I've gotten a letter like this," Kurt mumbled. It read close to the same as the other, but seemed just a little more forceful, 'There is no one good enough for you.'

Blaine glanced through the letter after Kurt had finished with it, "Sounds like a fan letter."

"Fan letters usually go through to my agent," Kurt mumbled. Blaine touched Kurt's shoulder,

"Sometimes fans find a way to get past that. How about that night cap?" Kurt smiled a little, tossed the letter to the side and led Blaine into the kitchen, pushing the letter to the back of his mind.