Kurt stood in front of the school. His arms tightly wound around the books he was pressing against his chest.

He felt like he had been waiting forever and slowly the fear was starting to fill him that Blaine had stood him up once more.

Kurt took his phone and let out a sigh. Fifteen minutes it had been and enough was enough.

Slowly he walked down the stairs and made his way towards his car. His bag was placed neatly in the back together with his books.

He opened the door of his car, thinking in himself how this guy always saved him yet never showed up as he promised.

Just when he was about to step into the car, he heard it. “KUUURRTT”, Blaine shouted as he ran down the stairs.

Kurt looked at him confused as Blaine ran as fast as he could. “Don't go yet. I'm sorry I'm late,” he said as he let his hand wander through his curly hair.

“Fifteen minutes it has been Blaine,” said Kurt softly.

“I know and I'm sorry. I had something to deal with,” he said. “But if you want we can leave now?”

Kurt thought for a moment but he knew he wanted nothing more than to talk with Blaine. “Fine, you want a ride?”

Blaine shook his head. “No, I kind of him have my own ride. How about I meet you there?”

Kurt nodded and stepped in the car. “Only if you appear in less than fifteen minutes,” he said with a smirk on his face.

Blaine chuckled. “I promise,” he said with a wave as he walked through the few cars still on the parking lot. Probably from the football players and the cheerios.

Kurt pulled out and let out a happy sigh when he saw the school building grow smaller and smaller through his rear-view mirror.

It didn't take longer than ten minutes until he was safely parked on the parking lot of the Lima bean.

Carefully he stepped out of the car. He took his messenger bag from the back and started walking towards the door of the Lima Bean.

Just as he was about to reach the door, he heard the roaring of another vehicle appearing on the parking lot.

He turned around and let his mouth fall open when he noticed the black motorcycle appear on the parking lot. It couldn't be Blaine right, he thought.

The motorcycle stopped in front of the shop. The guy moved his leg over the motorcycle and placed it neatly aside. Then he removed the helmet from his head.

Kurt followed Blaine's actions as he shook his curly hair, trying to get it back in place. If Kurt wasn't so surprised to see Blaine stepping from the motorcycle, he would have chuckled at the action.

Blaine walked towards him and chuckled. “You like,” he asked.

“Hmm,” said Kurt, still looking a little shocked. “I didn't saw you for the motorcycle guy.”

Blaine laughed loudly at that. “Common let's go inside.”

Kurt followed Blaine inside. They both ordered their cups of coffee. Blaine went for a medium drip while Kurt chose the grande mocha.

They found a seat in the back where almost no one was sitting. “So tell me more about you,” said Blaine as did a bag of sugar in his coffee, slowly mixing it with coffee.

“What do you want to know,” asked Kurt as he looked at Blaine.

Blaine looked up and smile. “Well I know your name is Kurt. I know you own a car and I know you have been in the hospital last week. Is there something else I need to know,” he asked while a playful smirk was plastered on his face.

Kurt rolled his eyes but felt much more relaxed. “Haha, very funny.”

Blaine started laughing. “Just tell me something I don't know. Tell me the first thing that pops in your mind.”

 “I want to go New York,” he said almost immediately.

Blaine looked up at him, interest showing in his eyes. “Why,” he wondered.

“I want to get on Broadway or maybe become a designer. I guess I'll just see what happens. And I just can't wait to get out of here. I'm so tired of all the people staring at me and judging me for who I am. I don't judge them either, do I,” he asked more to himself.

It was then he noticed that Blaine was still looking at him. “One day people will realize what a mistake they made with the stuff they did to you, Kurt,” he said quietly.

Kurt looked up at him and shrugged. “I guess we'll see,” he said as he took a sip from his coffee.

“So what about you? What do you plan on doing after high school,” he asked.

Blaine looked down at his cup of coffee, a slight frown appearing on his face. “I have no idea yet. I guess I'll see what the future throws on my path.”

Kurt looked at him, his mouth slightly open. “You don't know yet?”

Blaine looked up and shrugged. “I just haven't made up my mind yet. So many things can still happen. I don't like to plan to far ahead.”

Kurt nodded his head. “I  know what you mean but it can never hurt to have a plan in your head.”

Blaine took a sip of his coffee, clearly he didn't want to talk about it anymore. “So have you always lived in Lima,” he wondered.

Kurt looked at Blaine. “Yeah, my whole life actually. How about you? Where do you come from and how do you like Lima?”

Blaine started laughing. “I come from Westerville. I actually lived here before. When I was just a kid. Maybe we even met at one point,” he said jokingly.

Kurt felt his mouth slowly fall open. Was this the Blaine. It couldn't be, right?

“You remember me,” he whispered. The words were whispered so quietly that Kurt was sure Blaine hadn't heard him. Maybe it had even be for the best. Maybe it wasn't the same guy but still there were so many consequences, so many questions unanswered and so many hope.

“Excuse me,” Blaine said as he looked up. His eyes closing a little as he looked up suspiciously. “Did you just say, you remember me?”

Kurt felt himself blush. “Oh god,” he whispered.

It was like the air inside the building wasn't enough to satisfy his need to fill his lungs. Slowly he stood up and walked out of the shop, nearly forgetting his bag.

He made his way towards his car and leaned against it. This wasn't the Blaine, of course it wasn't. Or he didn't remember him. Somehow he didn't know what was worse.

“Kurt, you need to breath. You are doing it again,” he heard a worried voice say in his ear. “You need to breath for me, ok?”

His hand was neatly placed over Blaine's chest. “Follow my breathing ok?” he whispered.

Slowly he felt his lung fill again. Time after time. His eyes opened slowly. They were met with those amber eyes which were filled with worry.

“You ok,” he whispered.

Kurt nodded his head. “Yeah sorry,” he whispered back. A tear slowly trailing down his cheek.

Blaine looked right in his eyes. It was like he was trying to figure out the truth. Like he was trying to find the answer to the biggest question in his mind.

“How about we get out of here,” Blaine asked. “We could go to a park or one of our places and talk.”

Kurt nodded, knowing he didn't have much of a choice. Blaine deserved an explanation.

“How about we meet in this park at the end of this street,” Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded and was already walking to his motorcycle.

Kurt let out a sigh, maybe the truth was closer then he thought.

They met in front of the park. Slowly they made their way to a close bench, Kurt insisting that he was not going to sit on the grass.

Quietness was filling the air. It came to a point where Blaine was starting to get frustrated. Kurt saw it building up and he knew it wouldn't take long before the question was asked.

“What did you mean in the Lima Bean,” he asked.

Kurt let out a sigh. He was thinking for a while about making up a story but he knew he'd feel guilty afterwards. No, this was the time for him to get some answers. He just hoped it wouldn't change Blaine's opinion about him.

“There is this memory that has been haunting my mind. I don't know from when it belongs,” he started as he looked to the ground. “I think it's from somewhere between first kindergarten and second kindergarten. Like you may have noticed, my life hasn't been the easiest. Being the only out kid in school, doesn't help much either.”

“Not anymore.” The words were so quiet Kurt thought he had imagined them. His head snapped up to look at Blaine. Confusion crawling in his skin.

“What do you mean,” he asked.

“Just like I said, you aren't the only out kid anymore. I never meant to hide it, I guess it hasn't come up just yet,” he shrugged. “You won't be alone anymore, Kurt.”

Kurt looked at him. “Like it'll chance anything.”

“You never know Kurt. I believe in miracles. Don't give up hope just yet,” Blaine said. “Now how about you tell me the rest of the story,” he asked.

Kurt let out a sigh. His eyes fixed again on the ground. “I've been bullied my whole life and no one ever stood up for me. Not even my friends. I guess they see what happens, they are just scared that it'll happen to them too,” he shrugged. His hand going through his hair. “But then there is this one memory I have been having for as long as I remember. About a guy saving me from the bullies. I don't even see a place or a face or anything anymore. I just know his name,” he ended quietly.

“Blaine,” whispered Blaine. A look of realization hitting his face. “You are the little kid who took one time all the bears out of the class room and played a tea party with him,” he whispered.

It was just like a box of memories had opened. All of it came flooding back and Kurt couldn't stop it anymore.

Flashback

Kurt felt lonely. Nobody wanted to play with him. Was something wrong with him, he wondered.

He walked around the classroom, knowing that in a few moments the bell would ring and it would be time to play outside with the others. Well, that was supposed to happen.

Kurt took a seat in the reading corner. He was surrounded by the teddies he loved so much. They were a way of company for him but also a way of comfort.

The sound of the bell filled the room. All kids started running outside, eager to get outside, except for Kurt.

The teacher walked towards him, a worried look on her face. “Are you ok Kurt,” she asked.

“No one wants to play with me,” he shrugged.

The teacher her look softened. “So what do you plan on doing during your break,” she wondered.

“Can we have a tea party,” he asked excitedly.

The teacher started laughing. A look of relieve filling her eyes. “Yes you can Kurt. You are a special Kid,” she whispered. “How about you take all the stuff you need and go outside with it? It's a beautiful day.”

Kurt nodded. Carefully he picked out his three favorite teddies and the small box holding the cups.

He made his way outside and found a quiet corner. Carefully he placed all the teddies in the right place. Each bear got his own cup.

Kurt took the little tea can and started pouring “the tea” in the cups. He started talking with the bears, laughing and telling them stories.

He was having fun until he felt someone sneak up behind him. “Oh Kurt, are you having a tea party with your little friends. Are you sure you are a boy,” they asked laughing.

Kurt tried to ignore it, a few tears slowly trailing down his cheek.

It wasn't what the others wanted. “Kurt don't ignore us, you know we are your friends,” they said laughing. They pushed away the bears and started making fun of them.

Kurt wiped away a few tears.

“Leave him alone!” said a voice. Kurt looked up and saw a guy he had never seen before standing there. He was taller than Kurt and probably a year or so older. He was wearing a black jeans and a blue hoodie.

“Blaine, you want to join our tea party,” the others asked.

Blaine shook his head. “No, it's time to leave.”

When they didn't listen, he went to get a teacher. Kurt's teacher walked towards them, looking deeply disappointed.

“It's time you guys get inside,” she said, pointing towards the bullies. “No more breaks outside for today and you better apologize.”

Reluctantly they apologized before they followed the teacher inside. She didn't look to pleased.

Kurt hesitated a bit, not feeling like playing anymore. He felt a hand touch his shoulder. When he looked up, he was met by a pair of amber eyes.

“Do you want to play,” the guy asked. “I like a good tea party.”

It was the first time Kurt had smiled like that in ages. He waved towards the ground in front of him.

It's how they spend their break, playing tea party with the bears. And for once he didn't feel so alone anymore.

*end flashback*

Kurt shook his head. “And you joined me and saved me,” he whispered.

Blaine shook his head. “I can't believe this,” he said while laughing. “This is so strange.”

They sat like that for a while in silence. Thinking about how bizarre this situation was.

“So you thought I was the Blaine when you met me,” Blaine wondered, breaking the silence.

Kurt nodded, there was no need any more to hold back the truth. “Yeah, but what are the chances.”

Blaine turned his head and let his eyes meet the blue ones. “Yeah, what are the chances,” he whispered as they smiled to each other.

There was so much more to figure out, so many questions still unanswered but that didn't matter in that moment. He found the name behind the face he remembered. The first piece of the puzzle. His hero.