It had been six months.  Six months since Kurt had seen Blaine.  He had called from time to time, catching up with him on how things were going in Ohio.  Truth be told, Kurt was feeling a little suffocated there.  He didn’t want to let Blaine know, but he really wasn’t as happy as he’d anticipated that he would be.  The hole in his heart that he felt the last day he saw Blaine only seemed to grow bigger and he knew the reason must be because of him.  He had been able to open himself up more to the world of sexuality while he was alone in Ohio.  No, he hadn’t gone out, but he had done his research and the only way that he could justify the connection he had felt from the few days with Blaine was the tie that binds two people when they share something intimate.  Kurt had researched more into the world of sex through the internet, albeit blushing the whole time, but knew that he had grown up much faster than he had anticipated he would do if he had stayed in New York.  He knew he was ready to get back to trying to rebuild a relationship with the man he had chosen in the first place.  His memory had shown no signs of coming back, but he tried not to be disheartened by that fact.  He took it as an opportunity to experience all of the things he had felt before.  Like reading his favorite book for the first time again.

  Which is why Kurt had sat his father down the week prior to tell him of his plans to go back to school in New York.  He had already found a small apartment to rent in the same building as Finn and Rachel, using money from the job he worked over the last few months to pay until he found a job while going to school.  He had booked his flight and traveled easily back to his old/new home: New York City, now sitting in Rachel’s Honda on the way to his apartment.  Thankfully, Blaine had packed up most of his clothing and things and sent them to Ohio while he was living there so that he wouldn’t have to go back and surprise Blaine with his appearance.  He wanted to tell Blaine he was in New York, but couldn’t find the strength.

**

It had been an eternity since Blaine had heard from Kurt.  He hated not seeing his husband, or whatever he was now, but knew that in order to allow Kurt to do find himself again, he needed to remove himself from the equation for a while.  Blaine had contemplated becoming a hermit, staying in his apartment and only leaving to get food, but he knew that Kurt would hate to know that he did this to him.  He also knew that if by the off chance Kurt came back and saw him like that, that he would be grossed out and leave him for good.  He continued to play at local bars and restaurants, only gaining more gigs as he went.  His song choices always somehow ended up being slightly sad and always about love, but it seemed that the crowd never really cared.   He wondered when Kurt would decide about school and hoped he would decide to come back.

**

“Oh, come on, Kurt! Come out with us tonight! We haven’t gone out together in weeks! It’s halfway through the semester! You don’t really need to study that hard.” Rachel pleaded.  Kurt was again thinking of refusing her, but her pouty face made him think back to Blaine and his heart softened and caved.

“Allllllllright, if you won’t shut up about it!”

“Yay!” She began hopping around the room. “We are leaving in an hour.  That should be enough time, right?” Kurt was about to yell at her for the late notice, but she was already bounding up the stairs to her apartment.  He was going to have to work fast.

**

Blaine was setting up for another gig in a pub near the Square.  It was a busy Saturday night and already people were filling up the room.  The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed than most bars, which Blaine liked best, as he could sing whatever he wanted and would be appreciated.   As he sat on his chair, he picked up his guitar and cleared his throat in the microphone.  The crowd quietly cheered to show they were ready and went back to their conversations.

“Hello everyone! I hope your Saturday is going great! I have a little something I’ve been practicing that I’d like to sing, just to get us started out at a slow pace, if you don’t mind.” There were a couple cheers, so Blaine strummed the opening chord.

I picked up your shirts this morning
I don’t know why,
I don’t know why.
Mr. Reynolds said to say hello
I started to cry,
I started to cry.

Kurt and Rachel entered the pub, followed by Finn, who headed straight to the bar.  There was some quiet music playing in the background by the singer.  They both took the free booth that was near the door and waited or Finn to come back with their drinks.

Every place we’ve ever walked and
Everywhere we talked
I miss you.
You never leave my mind
So much of you is left behind.

You took my days with you,
Took my nights with you,

Kurt’s ears perked up as he heard the song get louder, knowing that he’d heard the voice that was singing before, but wasn’t sure where.  He slowly stood out of his booth and strained his neck to see the performer.  The stage wasn’t raised, so he wasn’t visible.  Kurt started moving towards the stage, mesmerized by the song, not caring that Rachel was questioning where he was going.

Those unfinished conversations we used to have still speak to me
And I write you letters everyday that I’ll never send,
 and you’ll never see
All this wishful thinking gets me nowhere,
I can’t stay

Though my heart is broke,
It keeps breaking every day.

You took my hopes with you,
Took my dreams with you.

As Kurt pushed his way to the front of the bar, he gasped slightly at who was in front of him.  Blaine was sitting on a stool, with his eyes closed, singing the words with such emotion that Kurt couldn’t help, but feel his eyes well up with tears. He knew Blaine was singing about him and he felt so many emotions.  Love, guilt, too many to feel at one time.  He couldn’t move.

I keep thinking that you’ll be coming,
Everyone tells me that it’s all in my head,
And I can’t accept it yet.
I’m not ready to just give in,
I know that I can’t live in this pain,
With these feelings of regret.

I can’t comprehend this,
And pretend that I don’t care.
Any place I want to be,
I want to see you there

Blaine opened his eyes at the break in the song, trying to keep the tears in that were welled in his eyes.  What he opened his eyes to was something he was not prepared to see.  At first he thought it was a mirage, that he was just hoping Kurt would be there, but it wasn’t.  He wasn’t moving, just standing there watching Blaine play.  He knew that he was waiting too long to finish his last three lines, but he was struggling.  Willing himself as hard as he could, he spoke out his few lyrics, standing up and walking towards Kurt.

You.
Took my life… with you,
Took my world with you

It was silent for a moment.  They both just stared at each other, not caring that everyone in their proximity was watching them.

“Hi.” Blaine started.  Before he could say anything else, Kurt leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s lips.  He could feel the tears from Kurt on his face, but he couldn’t care.  He moved his hand to his face and returned the kiss, expressing all of the words he couldn’t say.  He had come home.