Blaine sat in front of his computer, biting his lip. He’d broken up with Kurt just after New Years of his senior year and he still missed the glasz-eyed man. Even now, 8 months later, sitting in his New York apartment with Cooper and two weeks into his first year of college at NYU; he could still hear Kurt’s voice in his mind, his perfect fair skin and the way his hand felt sliding into his.

A million ways to start the email that might change his life ran through his mind. He sighed and deleted the few sentences he’d spent the last hour writing and opened up a text document.

He set up a table and wrote Pros in one column, and Cons in the other, titling the document ‘Reasons To See Me Again’. He smiled and thought back, hoping he could make them convincing enough to claim at least some fond memories from Kurt.

He finished some time later and added it to the email. Next he wrote a few lines in the email and added a few links from YouTube, songs that reminded him of Kurt and the few that they or their friends had uploaded over the course of their relationship.

He wrote all the places they’d been and meant something special to them, adding a few links where he could and then ended the email.

Blaine wiped his tears and wrote Kurt’s email address into the to bar and pressed send, holding his breath until the notification came that it had been sent to Kurt and received.

“Way to go, squirt. Now we wait.” Cooper’s warm voice came from behind him and Blaine turned, smiling despite his fears and leapt into Cooper’s arms. The older man chuckled and hugged his brother back; hoping with every ounce of his being that Kurt responded, and came back to the place he belonged, in Blaine’s arms.

Kurt sat at his desk, typing out and responding to emails as fast as he could. He loved working at Vogue but the work pace was exhausting. Luckily Kurt’s passion was twice the size of anyone else’s there so he was determined to succeed, and he would. He was Kurt Hummel.

Another ping notified him of yet another email in his office and he sighed. He looked at his inbox and his heart stopped. Blaine Anderson. He looked at the subject of the email and his heart started again, hammering in his chest. To Kurt, please read.

He clicked on it and the email opened up before him.

Kurt,

I know we haven’t talked since that night and you’ll probably delete this but I’ve been thinking about you. Can we meet for coffee?

Reasons To See Me Again:

Pros:

We once loved each other

We were amazing together

You’re the best thing to ever happen to me

We faced the world together

You made me incredibly happy

…and I know I made you happy

We were each other’s first for almost everything (everything that mattered)

You put up with so much from me

I was an idiot, I know that

I will cherish every moment with you

I will make you proud of me

I’m so proud of you

You were always right

You knew what was best

You loved me, even when I was wrong

…which was a lot

I’d do anything for you

I know you still have the ring

I have every single thing you ever gave to me

I still have all those promises to fulfil, and more

I miss you

Cons:

I was a complete arse to you

I left the best thing to ever happen to me

Do you remember when we met? On that staircase at Dalton. You were the cutest spy ever, when you called out to me and I saw you, you blinded me with your beauty. I wanted to be your friend and never believed I could have you, so I was an idiot and sublimated my feelings on Jeremiah and Rachel. You stuck around through all that and waited for me to realise I could have you, and deserved you. You’re astounding, Kurt.

Songs that remind me of you, of us and ones I want to sing to you someday:

All We Are – Matt Nathanson

Perfect – P!nk (Obvious one)

Candles – Hey Monday (You sounded so amazing singing that)

Blackbird – The Beatles (The song you sang for Pavarotti and made me have the confidence to love you back)

The World As I See It – Jason Mraz

The Way I loved You – Selena Gomez and The Scene

Out Of The Blue – Roxy Music

Love Song – P!nk

I have more but you’ll be listening to music all evening and I know you need to work.

I wanted to share a few memories, places that meant things to us.

The Dalton Staircase – The first place we met, you looked like an angel.

The hallway I dragged you down

The Senior Common Room – The first place you heard me sing, where we sang together so many times, where we first kissed.

The rehearsal room at Dalton – Where we sang so many times, where I realised I really could have you.

The Lima Bean – So many coffee dates, where we first said ‘I love you’.

Breadstix – So many dates, where we planned our future, our one Valentine’s Day as a couple.

McKinley – The school I moved to for love.

The courtyard – I sang to you so many times here. Saying goodbye for the Warblers, singing to you and to get into the New Directions and to say goodbye after telling you to go to New York, along with other times.

Outside staircase – Where we confronted Karofsky, where you gave me flowers to celebrate me, where I hid the band for your goodbye song.

The choir room – The place we spent most of our time in school together, singing, sitting, sharing loving looks, arguing a few times.

The auditorium – All the times we sang together here, where we talked after the Sebastian argument and before one of the best nights of my life, all of the others spent with you too.

The hallways – Where we talked, hung out by each other’s lockers and where I gave you the promise ring.

Where we had sectionals when you were at Dalton – We sang together for the first time, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.

My house – Where we spent a lot of our time together, where we made love for the first time, and many times after, in my room.

Your house – I loved spending time at your house, your family are so welcoming. We spent so much time here, eating dinner, watching TV, making out, and making love when no-one else was home.

Battery Park – Where everything fell apart.

I put you through so much, but I would do anything for you, Kurt. I changed schools for you; I almost got blinded for you. I told you to go to New York instead of being selfish and letting you stay in Lima until I graduated. I left you, I know but I had my reasons, even if they were wrong.

So, coffee?

Love and hope

Blaine

Kurt took a deep, shaky breath as the email ended, his heart full. He’d spent so long trying to get over the hazel-eyed man. He still loved him so much, Blaine was right, they had so many things left to share.

“So,” Rachel’s soft voice sounded by his ear. “What are you going to say?”

He waved her off and bit his lip before opening up a reply email to Blaine.