Betad by LuigiMc1997

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The night had fallen, and darkness had swallowed the whole apartment, but if someone stayed a little more and waited for their eyes to adjust, they will see a silhouette of a man, hunched at the corner of a window sill; clutching a bowtie on his chest.

The apartment was never noisy, nor was it never silent. The stillness of the place will always be disturbed by the continuous sobs and plea of the man on the window sill; begging for his family to come back to him.

This is Blaines life now. Every day, every night he hopes. Every morning and every evening he waits. But then, no one ever comes back.

But it still didnt deter him from keeping his ears alert for any signs of Kurts return. He can be considered as dead if you picture his life, but he had to stay strong; he needed to continue on living because he still hasnt apologized or told the man he loves that he loves him.

So when he heard a padding of feet outside his door, he quickly jumped from his position, ran towards the doorway and opened it even before his visitor had a chance on knocking.

He gasped at the sight of the man in front of him. There he is, Kurt Hummel in all of his glory. He wanted to embrace him and kissed him, but the anger searing from the pale man had stopped him.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered instead, and slowly lifted his hand to brush their fingers. Just a brush of fingertips will do, he just needed to touch him.

"Dont," Kurt scowled and he stepped back from Blaines reach. "Im not here to make amends with you. Im so sick and tired of your games Blaine. I just wanted to know why. Why did you do all these horrible things to me? Why do you love hurting me?" Kurt asked menacingly; tears pooling from his eyes. "Are you happy now that our baby is gone?"

"No Kurt! Please! Listen please. Im sorry... I didnt mean what I said... I lied, I lied that I didnt want the baby... I lied when I said I didnt love you. I lied! I lied!" Blaine chanted and despite Kurts evil glares, he took a step forward and gripped Kurts elbows. "I love you! Please Kurt, believe me when I said that I love you. Youre the most amazing thing that ever happened to me."

"No! No! No!" Kurt denied and struggled to release his arms from Blaines grasp. "I never wanted to believe you. You wanted this. You want our baby gone; you want us gone, so you could be with Sebastian. Stop lying Blaine!" Kurt cried out. "Dont lie to me anymore!"

"No baby, please look at me," Blaine pleaded and clasped Kurts face with his hands. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that Im lying when I said this," Blaine paused as he waited patiently for Kurts sobs to stop and for Kurt to look at him straightly. Blaine took a deep breath and he said sincerely. "You are the love of my life, Kurt. And I m the worst person in the whole world for making the person I care most about to suffer because of my own stupidity. Im sorry, Im sorry for hurting you," Blaine gently rested his forehead with Kurts and closed his eyes. "Please Kurt... please believe me that I truly love you," He breathed on Kurts lips.

"I...I..." Kurt managed to say before his trembling lips were captured by Blaines.

Blaine used Kurts frozen state to seize his mouth and quickly plunge his tongue to the latters open mouth. He slurped Kurts tongue with his own, trying every possible way to taste Kurt. Blaine kissed him passionately hard, but after a while, he noticed that Kurt didnt kiss back. He parted their lips and rested his forehead on Kurts right shoulder. "Please Kurt... believe me... please come back."

"I cant. I wont come back to you!" Kurt said ferociously.

Blaine cowered away from Kurts frightening voice, and took a step back from the taller man. He then now noticed the puddle of blood around their feet; dripping from Kurts trousers.

"Kurt... Kurt, youre bleeding... Oh god! We need to go to the hospital!" He grabbed Kurts hand, but the pale man snatched his hand away from Blaine. "Kurt we have to go... we have to save you,"

"They already did, but they also let my baby die. You let my baby die!" Kurt hover Blaines numb body and repeatedly poked him. "You wished for the babys death! You wanted this! You wanted us gone! You asked for your own misery!"

"No! No! No! Stop! Pease stop! I didnt want this," Blaine denied Kurts accusations and covered his hands with his ears. "Stop! Stop! Im sorry, Kurt ... Please Stop!" He besought as he crumpled to his knees. "Im sorry... I didnt mean it... I want you... I want our family back."

Blaine then felt strong hands shaking his shoulders. "Blaine! Blaine!" Blaine recognized Sams distant voice. "Wake up, buddy!"

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted as he woke up gasping for air.

He then felt a hand rubbing his back. "Ei... its okay, its just a nightmare. Its not true," His friend comforted him, and offered him a glass of water.

He immediately drank it and tried relaxing his shaky body. After a minute of deep breaths and the repeated open-close fist exercise, he realized that he wasnt at home, but in a plane where anyone can witness his breakdown. He immediately sat up and was very thankful that Sam, who had already been used to his nightmares, was the only who watched him heave for air.

Thank god for Business Class flight, Blaine thought as he repositioned his body to the spacious area of his plane seat.

"Another nightmare?" Sam asked tentatively as to not to startle his friend. "What is it this time?"

Blaine turned his head towards Sam and quirked his eyebrow to his friends question. "They are all the same," He responded monotonously and twisted his head on the left to watch the sunrise from the window pane. "Im sorry for waking you up," He said after a while.

"Its okay... I understand," Sam said and lightly patted Blaines shoulders. Sam of course understood; Blaines nightmares werent every night, but its getting worse as the month of May passed by; Pickles should have been born around this time and they should have celebrated Pickles 5th birthday. Should have been was the key word, but it didnt happen because of the miscarriage; hence, the nightmares.

"God Blaine, when will you move on?" Sam was supposed to sound irritated, but his erratic question was ended with sympathy when he saw Blaine discreetly wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Its already been what... 5 years... Its time to get over him, Blaine,"

"5 years and 4 months to be exact," Blaine automatically corrected his friend.

Five years of pleading for Kurts family to tell him where Kurt had run off to. Every day he went to Kurts home in Lima and begged Kurts father and step-mother to tell him where Kurt is, but they refused him every single time. He only stopped when they threatened him a restraining order after he spent the night on their front porch.

64 months of waiting in his apartment for the love of his life to take him back. His nightmare seems real because thats what he did for the last 5 years; looking out on the window sill, waiting for a brunette to walk in the entrance door of his apartment building. But sometimes he wishes, his nightmares, is his reality, at least in those dreams, he got a chance to tell Kurt his feelings and he had the opportunity to apologize, but in reality, no one came back knocking on his door.

278 weeks spent with regrets. That the last thing you said to the man carrying your child, is the want to get rid of the baby. Oh how he wish that he hadnt said those words, if he knew that it will really happen.

1947 days of agonized pain for the loss of Pickles. He didnt even know if his baby were buried or cremated. After the accident, the Hudmels never did acknowledge him as Pickles father or even his existence as a human being. Blaines parents told him that they could demand a case file against them for withholding such information, but Blaine refused their idea, straight away. He didnt want the next time he sees Kurt is on a trial court, hating him more for filing a case against his family.

46751 hours of burying himself to work and booze. But despite of all the alcohol he consumed, he still didnt feel any better, things remain as they are.

Pickles is dead.

Kurt left him.

He is alone.

These are the facts that have haunted Blaine for the last five years.

"You see, its been five years-"Sams explanation was cut off.

"Can you just help me take my mind off of him for a moment?" Blaine said without looking at Sam. "Just tell me about the details of our client again,"

Sam stared at his friend for a moment, but then complied with his request. He took a white folder from his suitcase and wore his reading glasses, rattling the details of their business trip. "We would arrive at the hotel by 8:00 am. Our next agenda wouldnt be after lunch, so we could use that time to rest in our rooms... or do you want to go somewhere else, you know we could join a tour or drink at French pubs?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I wanted to rest at the hotel."

"But we could do some fun stuff or something. You barely even left your New York apartment. If it werent for Cooper insisting you to go to this trip on his behalf, you would have stayed at your loft or at the office. Come on Blaine, lighten up a bit."

"Im not in the mood Sam, I just wanted for this to be over with."

"Fine... Fine..." Sam never succeeded in persuading Blaine to go out of his apartment; his friend always refused to his and Coopers invitations, and would only coop on the corner of his bedroom; doing whatever he thinks is the best way to handle his loss.

"We have two meeting for today; one is with the editor in chief of Elle Magazine in France, Valerie Toranian. They are trying to collaborate on us with a project for the US Release. And the other is the founder of the new fashion magazine Porcelain, Isabelle Wright," Sam read the information from the folder. "Elles meeting will be after lunch, while Porcelains would be around 5. Porcelain has the same objective as Elle so we only have to choose one magazine to collaborate with us, seeing that their companies are competitors."

Sam placed the folders and glasses back to his bag and sat comfortably again. "I dont really get why Coop wanted us to meet Porcelain when Elle is a better option for this collaborative project," Sam wondered. "What do you think?"

"I also dont know... well just have to find out when we get there," Blaine answered quietly as he watches the sunlight beams on his arm.

They were quiet for a moment, enjoying the stillness of their flight, but Sam started squirming in his seat, bothered that he hasnt said his opinion about Blaines way of living.

"Blaine, dont be mad at me okay? I just wanted to give you an advice," Sam started.

"No offense Sam, but the last time you gave me an advice, I lost my husband and my baby," Blaine quipped back.

So much for not being it my fault. Sam thought woefully. He zipped his mouth from talking back because he knew his friend is hurting and also because he played a part of Blaines sufferings. "I mean, you really have to move on, Blaine. There are tons of guys out there, on their knees bent just to catch a glance of the most prestige gay bachelor of New York City. They are all waiting for you with arms wide open."

Blaine this time turned his head and looked at Sam with great intensity as he responded. "Well, they are wasting their time because Im waiting for my only One," He smiled at the end of his sentence and looked back at the clouds again, waiting patiently for their plane to land on French soil.

"Bonjour! Kurt Hummels office. Comment puis-je vous aider?" (How may I help you?) The assistant answered the ringing line.

"Unique! me connecter immédiatement avec Kurt," (Connect me with Kurt, immediately!) The hurried sound of the woman on the other side ordered the receptionist.

"Tout de suite Madame," (Right away, Maam) Unique responded and pressed a button on the telephone to announce to his boss the waiting call.

"Sir Hummel, Ms. Isabelle Wright is on line 1," He released the button when he heard his boss pick up the other line.

"Cest Kurt," Kurt greeted his ex-mentor and current boss.

"No time for greetings Kurt! We have an emergency," Isabelle answered frantically.

"What kind of emergency? Did you... did you wear a leather scarf in this kind of weather again?" He mockingly asked. He twirled in his office seat and crossed his long legs.

If you knew Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you wouldnt recognize him now. The once Walmart-shirt guy is clad with only designers clothing. He is wearing a black polo shirt from Gucci, topping it with Navy Blue jacket from Marc Jacobs, his skin tight jeans is an Armani classic, paired with a knee-high black boots from Prada; and even his belts and other accessories are from Hermes.

With his taste in fashion, no one can ever doubt that he is an editor for Porcelain Magazine.

"This is not a fashion Emergency, Kurt! I have to go to Provence Town because my grandmother is sick."

"Oh god! Isabelle, Im sorry... Is she alright?" Kurt asked his friend worriedly.

"Yeah... yeah, she is just having those tantrum days where she wanted to see her favorite grandchild," Isabelle breathed. "And that was unfortunately me, so I really have to go there before she hurts herself, okay?"

"Okay... yeah... go go... but what does this have to do with me?" He asked while playing with the cord of his phone.

Isabelle released a forced giggle. "About that... uhmm... I have to meet Blaine Anderson today and I was-"Isabelle werent able to finish his explanation when Kurt shouted his answer.

"No! No! No!" Kurt stood angrily. "I told you before that I wont be any part of that account. You promised me Belle that I wont ever have to meet anyone of them as long as I do my own job. I can do anything you want, anything but this."

"Kurt, I dont really get why you dont want to meet them, but fine... its your issues, not mine. But please Kurt, dont mix your personal affairs with our business. We need this project so we could venture our magazine worldwide. We needed their funding, and this is our only chance to get it."

"Then use someone else, not me. I bet Jules can get the account for you," Kurt compromised. "I dont know anything about the next issue; I was too preoccupied on the release of the spring collection. Belle I cant do it, maybe Jules can."

"And I bet that she cant," Isabelle deadpanned. "Youre the only one aside from me that could get the account. Youre the only one who I could trust. Please Kurt, please." She pleaded.

"Belle, I... I just..." When Isabelle heard his hesitation, she doesnt have a choice but to use his mentor card.

"Come on, Kurt. This is my dream... for the whole world to read Porcelain magazine. And as my mentee, you should know this; you were there when I started this magazine; hell, Porcelain created Kurt Hummel version two-point-o. I devoted years of building this magazine, and despite my busy schedule, I still make the time to teach you everything you need to know about fashion. If you cant do this to the magazine, then please do this for me... sil vous plaît Kurt ..."

Kurt really wanted to help Isabelle, but helping her means facing Blaine. And even after five years, his knees tremble whenever he remembers him. "I... uhmm... Can you give me a moment to think please...? Im sorry I cant agree immediately... I just have to talk to someone first."

"Okay... sure sure... but please Kurt, Im begging you here. The meeting is on 5, make up your mind before that."

"Merci!" Kurt then hung up his phone and hurriedly made a long distance call.

The biggest change in Kurts life was not his impeccable taste in fashion, or his newfangled attitudes and habits, but it is how he depended more on his family and friends for help whenever he faces troubles. He doesnt think of burdening them anymore, rather helping him lift off his problems.

The phone rang three times before it was answered on the other end.

"Hes here!" Kurt exclaimed on the phone. "Hes here!"

"Whos there? Kurt, what happened to you?" Quinn alarmingly questioned him.

Quinn and Kurts friendship grew after the accident, and even when Kurt moved to another country; separating the budding relationship between the two friends, their friendship still stayed strong. She was also Kurts best option in this kind of situation because his whole family will be bias to him and will decide instantly even before he explains the whole situation and the consequences if he rejects Isabelles plea.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted. "Blaine is here!"

Kurt heard a ruffling noise of sheets on the other end, he winced when he didnt take into account their countries time difference and had woken up his friend from her slumber.

"Kurt... okay, calm down. Deep breaths, baby," Quinn instructed with her soft voice. "In and out... in and out... I dont want you losing on me."

After his calming exercise, he flopped back down on his office chair and repeated his dilemma again. "What am I going to do, Quinn? Blaine is here, and I have to face him."

"I thought we have already talk about that when you agreed on Isabelles idea for the summer issue?" Quinn asked, her voice a little slurry from being disturbed in her sleep.

"Yeah... we talked about the 10% probability that Blaine and I would meet. I only agreed to Belles idea when I knew that my face and name will not be recognized by anyone whose last name is Anderson."

"Then whats the problem? You knew he would come to your company. If that really bothers you then just made an excuse that youre sick and you cant go to work or something," Quinn offered and let a yawn on the end of her sentence.

"Okay, there are so many wrong things with what youve said. Number 1, Im sorry for waking you up in that ungodly hour."

"Totally forgiven," Quinn intercepted.

"Number 2, Im already at the office, so I cant miss work and tell them that Im on sick leave. And number three, I knew he would come, but I didnt know that I would have to meet him outright," Kurt finished helplessly.

"Meeting him outright?" Quinn repeated just to be sure. And when she heard his friend made an affirming sound, she sighed irritated. "Okay, Hummel. You really have to get everything out. Meeting him? Can you tell me exactly what happened? Start from the beginning," She ordered.

"Isabelle had a family emergency, and she begged me that I have to replace her in the collaboration meeting."

"Then refused her," Quinn immediately supplied.

"Didnt you hear what I said?" He asked her sarcastically. "She begged me, Quinn. She begged me, and Isabelle Wright doesnt beg, Quinn. She really wanted this account."

Quinn sighed; frustrated at his friends indecisiveness before starting her own explanation. "I dont really have a say here, Kurt. You already made up your mind. You wanted this. Uh-uh. Dont deny it Hummel," She added when she heard her friend squirming on the other end. "Actually, you needed this."

"I do?"

"You do need this... Its time, Kurt," She said with a gentle voice. "Its already been 5 years. You cant hide from him forever. You have to get out there and face him. Im not saying that you have to be friends because I really dont want you to do that, and thats way too much for you to handle right now. Think of you meeting him as part of a healing process, because what youve been doing for the past five years are patching your wounds with bandages, when what you should have done is to stitch it close for it to really heal. And meeting Blaine will be your only help to find closure."

"But... but what if-"Kurt knew Quinn is right. He knew that he have to face Blaine again, but he is still scared that hell make a wrong decision again.

"No, he wont. I promise you that he wont. But if he still has the guts to do it, then Ill be the one to castrate Blaine if he hurt you again," She promised sincerely.

"I didnt peg you for a being barbaric, Mrs. Puckerman," Kurt joked, somehow relieved from Quinns promise to him.

He heard a giggle and another deeper voice coming from his speaker phone. "Well, being the only girl with a house full of little Noahs will do something to your mental state," She yawned again. "Okay, I really have to cut our conversation because my husband is calling me to bed and I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Yeah yeah.. Thanks for the advice, Quinn! I love you!"

"I love you too. And remember Kurt that well always be there for you," She reminded him.

"I know."

"Now go! Meet the Anderson boy, and win the business deal. After that, everything well be fine again. Au revoir!" She said finally and hung up the phone.

Kurt hung his phone call with Quinn and pressed a series of button to redirect him to Isabelles assistant. "Bring me all the data you collected about the Anderson Corporation and the details about the summer issue. Rapide!" He barked and put the phone back.

He flopped down tiredly to his chair and thought for a moment how his reunion with his ex-husband will turn out to be.

The clock is rapidly ticking as Kurt and his assistant, Unique; garnered all the material concerning the collaborative project with the Andersons Corporation.

Kurt was sitting restlessly in his chair; silently reading Isabelles proposal project while his transvestite assistant recited all information about the Corporation. Kurt is irritated at his boss for making him do this on the last minute, but he is still confident that he could deliver the proposal without breaking a sweat.

In the past five years, he had said good bye to the old-shy and timid-Kurt Hummel, and had said hello to the now confident, braver and wiser Kurt. His journey to change wasnt easy; he had consultants and attended trainings and seminars to be seen like he is now, but not one bit he complained, because this time he is changing for himself and not for other people.

He closed the folder after he finished reading the proposal and can now be fully attentive to what his assistant is narrating. He listened about the Corporations goals and objectives, vision mission and all that crap; however, the pen he had been twirling in his hand dropped when he heard something implausible.

He sat up straight and looked at Unique incredulously. "What did you say?" He asked furiously.

Unique looked at him nervously, he wasnt used to seeing his boss so angry; he wondered if he had said something wrong. "uhmm... uhh... The Andersons Corporation had created and contributed to numerous foundations; such as, the Trevor project, Warbler Brothers foundation, Carriers Outfall Reinforcement by Anderson Group Enterprise... COURAGE for short..., the foundation for abusive-"

Uniques voice was drowned by Kurts thoughts.

Carriers Outfall Reinforcement by Anderson Group Enterprise, COURAGE

He quickly dismissed his subordinate and once he is alone in his office, he quickly logged on to his computer and for once in the last five years, he searched about his ex-husband.

He typed Blaine Anderson, COURAGE in the Google Search bar and clicked the first link that redirect him to their main site. He read and read and read, he even turned off his alarm when it rang at 4:50, he just continued reading until he is satisfied with his research about the foundation.

Four years ago, Blaine and Cooper Anderson had founded COURAGE or Carriers Outfall Reinforcement by Anderson Group Enterprise. The foundations focus are for pregnant individuals; mainly the male carriers. The foundations mission is to develop advanced facilities and provide additional treatment for the health and wellness of the carriers and their unborn child.

What more mind blowing is not just the foundations establishment date is on Kurts birthday, but the logo of the COURAGE Foundation. Their symbol is a graphical green string that makes a ribbon on the center, and it is freaking similar with the Christmas gift that he gave Blaine 5 years ago. The foundations name was also written in white calligraphy on the same corner where he stitched it.

He sat there silently as he stared at the COURAGE logo in his desktop. He thought of what Blaines reason for creating this, but he cant think of any logical explanation for Blaines actions. He sighed heavily, still confused with his new knowledge about his ex-husband. "Un-freaking-believable! What the hell is your angle, Blaine?" He shouted angrily and slammed his fist on his desk.

After a moment of draining his emotion to put his professional mask, Kurt then stood up and marched to the meeting room where he will once again face the demon of his past.

After Blaines successful meeting with Elle, they made a short stop to their hotel for a change of clothes. He would have signed those agreement papers for the collaborative project with Valerie if it werent for Coopers insistence on checking the other magazine. So after he freshened up, he and Sam proceeded to go to Porcelains main office and meet Isabelle Wright.

They were ushered to the top floors meeting room, it was small but decent compared to Elles, and had been waiting for around 15 minutes for Ms. Wright to arrive. Blaine wasnt the President of USA but he knew he still hold the power of approval for the project, and even if it is just for a short time, Porcelain shouldnt make him, their client, wait.

"You should have just signed with Elle," Sam suggested impatiently in his seat. He twirled the chair and faced his boss, who is currently standing on the corner in front of a full length glass window; enjoying the overview of Paris.

Before Blaine could respond to Sams suggestion, he heard a knock from the entrance door and a black man dressed in a womans clothing entered the room; looking apologetic. "Im sorry for the delay, sir. Mr. Hummel will join you in a moment," He gave a small smile and hurriedly exit the room.

The two men froze in their position when they heard Kurts last name from the staff earlier.

"Did he-"Blaine started as he stared at the closed door.

"He did. Oh my god!" Sam finished for him, standing up from his seat.

Blaine needed to know for sure if he heard the assistant right, he quickly ran to the door and opened it, ready to shout and look for the person earlier, but his jaw dropped dead when he was faced with a pale man, dressed in impeccable fashion, and a 100% replica of the love of his life.

"Kurt," He whispered unbelievably. He then subtly pinched his thigh to know if he is just dreaming again. He cant be more grateful for pain when he felt his nails digging on his thigh. "It really is you..."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. We are sorry for the delay," Kurt said blankly, not wanting to let Blaine see an ounce of his emotion.

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered desperately, and just like in his dreams, he tentatively reached for Kurts hands.

Kurt saw the movement and side step from Blaine, and with a stoic face he gestured for them to enter the room. "Please set aside your personal affairs, this meeting is important to me, so please stay professional, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said before entering the room. Because of the small entryway, their shoulders brush when Kurt entered the room first, ignoring Blaine when the latter whispered Ive been looking for you forever.

Sam heard the whole exchange and knew that his best friend felt overwhelmed at the moment and tried rescuing him from his frozen state. He walked in front of Blaine and asked him if he wants to reschedule the meeting. Unfortunately, the words leaving and Kurt should never be used in the same sentence, because he immediately saw the tears pooling from Blaines eyes as his friend shook his head frantically.

"No no no... I can do this; I want to talk to him after the meeting. I just found him, Sam."

"Are you sure?" Sam probed again. "Hes still here if we reschedule, I know you cant think properly after seeing him now."

"But what if hes not here anymore... Im not taking any chances of losing him again," Blaine replied sternly, and walked to sit at the end of the meeting table.

At the corner of his eye, Kurt watched Sam said things to a frozen Blaine, and waited until Blaine and Sam took their proper seats. He turned back from them and inhaled deeply before starting his report. I can do this, He thought lastly.

Sams eyes move from Kurt to Blaine throughout the meeting and if the situation is different, he would have laughed at his friends love struck face. However, he knew what Blaine had been through the years and he was very happy for him that after five years, he had finally found Kurt.

He was enjoying this... Blaine thought lovingly as he listened to Kurts report. Truth to be told, their proposal is not even comparable with Elles, which has more experience in operating in the fashion industry. If it had not been Kurt who was reporting to him, he would have signed the proposal with the Elle magazine, but then, he was biased to his feelings. So even if the meeting hasnt finished yet he had decided that he will collaborate with Porcelain magazine for the summer issue.

He is so different Blaine observed Kurt. The way he speaks and moves are the same but it gives off a different aura. He seems more confident, poised and... and stronger.

And Blaine is falling for him even more.

"... So thats how Porcelain magazine will contribute to the fashion industry in the western part of the world," Kurt finished and turned off the projector using the controller in his hand. "So what do you think?" He asked giddily, pleased to finish his work successfully.

Blaines chin rested on the heel of his wrist as he stared at Kurt. "I miss you," he slipped dreamily.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked incredulously, his joyful aura instantly turned sour when he heard Blaines reply. "What did you say?" He crossed his arms and glared daggers at Blaine.

"I.. uhmm..." Blaine startled at Kurts angry stance. "I mean... uh uhmm..."

"Please follow me to my office, Mr. Anderson," He said with fake politeness and strutted outside the room. He was seething with anger at Blaines unprofessional response, and didnt even glanced back to make sure that Blaine is following him.

When he heard the click of the door in his office being shut, he turned around and faced Blaine. "What the hell was that?" He asked angrily. "I told you to be professional, right? I asked you one small favor and you cant even do that!"

"Im sorry... I just cant help myself..." He said shamefully, but still didnt look away from Kurt, he is still afraid that the Kurt in front of him is just another pigment of his imagination. "I just saw you and I really really wanted to say that."

"Cant you wait later? I told you that this is really important to me and I dont want our past be the reason of its failure," Kurt knew he shouldnt talk to Blaine like that; he still needed his approval after all. But when he thought they could separate their personal lives from business and be over with the meeting; Blaine would just have to say something like that and ruined it. He just cant help but explode in front of him.

"Im really sorry... I really didnt mean to say it earlier... I just... Im just happy that I finally found you and I really miss you," Blaine said sincerely.

"Can you cut that crap, Blaine?! Youve used that before and Im not falling anymore of your lies. I really need you to be professional and consider our offer."

"I promise Im not talking shit here. I really do miss you," When Blaine heard Kurt let a humorless laughed, he winced. He really needed to talk to him in a less formal environment, so he straightened his stance and put his professional mask for a while. He had to do this quickly and invite Kurt for a talk somewhere else.

"Well, Mr. Hummel where should I sign?"

Blaine watched as the smile he missed watching was being slowly played in front of him. "Really?" Kurt asked astonishingly. "Youre really collaborating with our magazine?"

"Yes," He answered shortly and took his personal pen from the breast pocket of his suit.

He watched as Kurt turned around and took the folder he flung on the table earlier. He gestured for Blaine to walk to the part of his office where a couch and a coffee table is situated. They took a seat on the couch, with a fair amount of professional distance, and then Kurt pointed where Blaine should sign his name.

They gave their professional thank yous and handshakes. And if Blaines professionalism cracked a bit for letting his hand linger a little longer than necessary when their hands touched, well they both chose to ignore it.

Blaine watched Kurt a little more before he had the courage to ask him. "Kurt... can we go out today and talk?" Blaine asked hesitantly.

Kurt froze for a moment. "I cant," he replied; rapidly gathered his things from the table, and stood up. "Its nice doing business with you, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said blankly. "Ms. Wright will be contacting you about the issues progress. Thank you and good bye."

Before Blaine could ask the reason why Kurt cannot talk to him, the door of the office slammed open and a boy, wearing a matching plaid gray vest and pants with a black beret on his head, came rushing inside the office, and dragged a taller blond man who Blaine is very familiar with.

Adam, Blaine remembered the taller mans face.

He was stone frozen in his position when he heard the boy yelled. "Papa! Papa!" And Blaine almost fainted when he watched Kurt lifts the boy in his arms and let Adam kiss him on the lips.

With the three of them huddled together, he just now noticed that under the beret that the boy is wearing, locks of blond hair is popping... golden-blonde just like Adams.

And just like that, Blaines hopes and dreams of being with Kurt died; at the same time his heart were ripped from him again.

Blaine was late.

He was five years too late.

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Your reviews were great! I finally know when to change the story filter... but let me tell you something, I purposely asked that question on the last chapter so you would think that this story is almost over... hahaha... and it works! I just really wanted to know your reaction, but dont be mad, I really didnt know when to change it, that question was legit... okay fine, to make it up to you, Ill reveal something about the story, its not a spoiler I promise... This story contains 20 chapters! So yeah were just halfway there bitches! Hahaha...

Title Reference: "Bandages" what you would do after you are wounded is to put bandage on it right? Its a pun from the previous chapter entitled "wounds". It also pertains to Kurt and Blaines healing process.

Story Reference:

-"brush of the fingertips" from the SEXY EPISODE

- Valerie Toranian is the French Elle Magazine Editor in real life.

-Isabelle Wright as Kurts boss in

-I used google translate for the French words, so Im sorry if its wrong

-"leather scarf" was Isabelle Wrights dilemma in one of their meetings in the Makepver Epsiode

-"Provence" is a country side of France. And I THINK (not sure) that this is where Blaine is pertaining to when he said that canon-him and canon-kurt is planning on retiring. Im not really sure I just put two and two together... feel free to correct me if Im wrong.

-Trevor project is a foundation where Chris and Darren are active members of.

-Warbler brothers is a pun for Warner Bros.

-"Ive been looking for you forever" Blaines line when he confessed to Kurt in Original Songs

-"Porcelain" is Sues nickname for Kurt

Story Outline:

-5 years time skip

-Blaine and Sam business talk on plane

-Kurt finding out their client

-Business meeting

-Kurt and Adam being coupley

-Childs entrance

Scenes Included:

-"Porcelain" will be Kurts pseudo-name as designer

-Blaine creating foundations for pregnancies

-Isabelle co-founder of porcelain line

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