It was Friday night. The night when all students came out their dorms to go out and drink a beer on the arrival of the weekend.

At least, that was what most students were doing. And then there was Blaine, not so much a student.

But still, he had made it to New York. Maybe not all those months like all those other people, but still he made it.

Blaine took a sip of his drink as he watched person after person enter the bar. Most of them in groups, laughing with their friends and looking ready to make one hell of a party.

It made Blaine wish he was there for the same reason, but he wasn't.

It all had to do with Kurt Hummel, the guy he had let walk away. The most stupid thing he had ever done.

It all started 2 years ago in high school. Blaine was what people would describe to be the perfect example of a badboy. 

The stereotype with his arm full tattoo's, at least 3 piercings, sometimes some dark smudge under his eyes and most of all, he had a motorcycle and the leather jacket.

While it seemed to scare away most people, it hadn't scared away the guy he was the most afraid of.

The sweet guy with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. It wasn't like Blaine to fall for someone, hell, let alone be friends with someone, but this guy, he was different.

They started hanging together and one thing leaded towards another. There was nothing Blaine could do to keep himself from falling so hard.

And then Kurt had gotten his acceptance letter for New York. It wasn't like Blaine wasn't happy for him, of course he was. It was just that there was no chance for him to even go there. He had no money and no chances to college.

So Blaine had done the only thing he had ever learned himself, protect himself for the hurt. He had started closing himself off, build a wall around himself.

And they drifted apart. It had been painful, no matter how hard the wall was he had build around himself. It was like he had forgotten half of the stones, because when Kurt had ran away crying, he had felt like nothing even mattered anymore.

Months went by. Lonely days of hanging around in his small apartment, driving around on his motorcycle and playing music on his guitar. But he wasn't happy.

So one morning he had stood up and realized how stupid he had been, taken his motorcycle and driven all the way to New York with the necessary stops.

And here he was, the place where all dreams come through. At least, that's what Kurt always said.

Blaine took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it between his lips and lighted it before slowly dragging at the end.

A feeling of calmness caught over him with every drag he took as it slowly filled his lungs.

Blaine let out a huff as he realized how drastic he had been to take his motorcycle and leave everything behind him.

Hell, he didn't even have a place to sleep here. But he would survive.

Even if he had to sleep on a bench in the park across of the street for the next few nights.

He just needed to find Kurt. Maybe they still could be friends after all.

A guy with a guitar made his way up the small stage in the corner. He was blond and had a pair of dorky glasses on his nose. To Blaine he was the typical example of a nerdy student, but well who was he to judge.

The guy launched into a version of the one that walked away.

When Blaine recognized the song, he ordered a new drink as memories flooded over him about Kurt in Glee club and how he had sat against the door, listening to every word escaping his lips.

His finger started wandering of the small heart tattooed on the inside of his wrist. He wondered if Kurt had removed his or if he had kept it as a reminder.

He drank his glass in one swing, placing it carefully back on the counter and asking for another.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard the door open and close quietly. And then he heard that voice he had been dreaming about for the past months.

It was a breathy giggle that Blaine would recognize everywhere. He felt like he was glued on his chair as he turned around and watch Kurt walk inside the bar.

He looked as beautiful as he remembered. Maybe even more.

Kurt had arrived with a group of what Blaine expected to be friends. There was Rachel, the most annoying girl he had ever met in his whole life, Santana, another girl he didn't recognize but looked to be Santana's girlfriend or well maybe one night stand, you never knew with that girl. And then there was the guy with the leather jacket, that made Blaine's stomach twitch as he wondered if that was the guy Kurt was dating now.

He watched how they all walked towards an empty table, all of them taking seats as they kept laughing at something Santana had said.

Blaine studied them for a moment, watching every move of Kurt with the other guy before he gave up.

He turned back around on his bar chair with a sigh of frustration as he took another cigarette out of his pocket. He needed to think about something.

He didn't notice the footsteps coming closer until someone stood next to him.

“5 beers, please,” he heard Kurt say next to him.

Blaine couldn't help but look up in awh as he heard Kurt talk next to him.

Kurt was looking around the other side, not even noticing that Blaine was staring borderline impolite.

And then he turned around, like he could feel someone was watching him, and their eyes met.

It felt like time stood still for a moment as he watched Kurt's mouth fall open and his eyes grow twice as big.

“This can't be happening,” he heard Kurt mumble under his breath over and over again.

Blaine carefully stretched out his hand, not really sure what to do and place it on his arm carefully.

He watched Kurt look down at his arm, still not comprehending fully what was happening.

“What are you doing here, Blaine,” Kurt whispered out. He didn't look quite as upset as Blaine had thought he would.

“I came where dreams come true,”  Blaine shrugged.

The barman came back with Kurt's drinks and Kurt put the money on the bar without much thought.

He took the bottles in his hand before he turned back to Blaine, “stay here ok. I'll just bring this to them and we'll get out of here.”

Blaine nodded his head as he followed Kurt move back towards the table, pointing back towards the bar before he made his way back.

He watched Santana look at him angry as did Rachel.

Kurt took a stand next to him and nodded his head towards the door of the bar in a quiet sing.

Blaine put his money on the bar and followed him outside of the building.

Thankfully, his motorbike was still standing at the entrance as they walked outside.

“You brought that thing with you,” Kurt wondered.

Blaine shrugged, “it's not like I can pay tickets to fly out here. I've driven here.”

He took the motorcycle from its stand and started walking next to Kurt, letting the bike roll next to him.

“When did you,” Kurt asked as he wrapped his arms tightly around himself.

“Today,” was all Blaine simply said.

They kept on walking for a while until they found a small park not so far from the bar. Blaine put his bike back on its stand as he took a seat on the  bench, Kurt already sitting down next to him.

“I don't know what I need to say to you, to be honest,” Kurt let out after a while.

Blaine nodded his head as he leaned back against the bench, “if I were you, I wouldn't know what to say to myself either.”

Kurt looked up at him like he was puzzle, needing to be deciphered.

Blaine only could look back to the ground, where he was playing with the bit of grind still laying on the earth.

“I made a mess, didn't I,” Blaine said quietly. “I really did.”

“Why are you really here Blaine,” Kurt asked once more.

Blaine shrugged, “because it took me why too long to realize I let go the only good thing that ever happened to me.”

Kurt let out a sigh, “Blaine,  you can't walk out in my life and just come back like that.”

Blaine let his hand fall back, “why can't I?”

Kurt let out another sigh, “because after everything you put me through, you don't have that right anymore.”

Blaine nodded his head. He could totally understand where Kurt came from. “And I'll regret that every day,” Blaine said softly as he turned around and looked Kurt fully in the eyes.

Kurt kept on looking in his eyes, “so why did you do it?”

Blaine shook his head as he let his fingers play with the stretch in his ear, “because I had no chance of coming here Kurt. I am a mess. I have no money. Hell I don't even know how I'll survive the next few days.”

“You didn't think this over, did you,” Kurt tried to say lightly.

Blaine let out a chuckle, “I guess I didn't.”

“So where are you going to sleep, Blaine,” Kurt wondered out loud.

“Probably where you are sitting right now,” Blaine answered with chuckle, trying to pass it off.

Kurt shook his head, “there is no way you are going to sleep here. It's really cold out here in New York at evening and there are lots of dangerous guys out here.”

Blaine felt his heart flutter the tiniest bit as he heard Kurt worry about him.

“But Kurt, it's ok. I'll be doing fine,” Blaine said carefully but he already knew it was a lost battle.

“No, you are coming with me. I may still not fully understand what's going on but I have a perfect couch where you can sleep on,” Kurt said.

Blaine nodded, “Thank you.”

Kurt nodded back at him, “how about you drive us towards my apartment, I'll text Rachel and Santana as they are my roomies and then we really talk.”

Blaine jumped onto his motorcycle and let Kurt take a seat behind him. He took the helmet from the side of his bag and gave it to Kurt.

It gave Blaine a Deja-vu feeling as he felt Kurt's arms wrap tightly around him as the hardness of the helmet leaned against his neck.

He felt himself relax as he trapped the handle away and started driving through the streets of New York, following Kurt's orders as he carefully let go of one side to point to a street he needed to take.

He put his hand up when they needed to stop so Blaine slowed down until they were standing still on the sideway.

Kurt carefully stepped off the bike and started making his way towards the door as he put his helmet off his head.

“Is it safe to let my bike out here,” Blaine wondered, just loud enough for Kurt to hear.

Kurt shook his head, “I don't think so. There is a big elevator though so we can take it up the stairs.”

So they both put the bike in the elevator and made their way quietly upstairs.

Once they were upstairs, Kurt mentioned for him to go outside while he took his phone out of the pocket, probably calling Santana to hold her up to date.

Blaine put the motorcycle on the side as he looked around the room, because that was exactly what it was. It was one big room with curtains to the sides and one normal room, which Blaine thought was the bathroom.

There was no doubt on his mind that Kurt was the one who had decorated this. It was so his style.

He looked around the room and started wandering around.

His eyes fell on the guitar standing in the corner of the room. He looked at it wistfully as he remembered his guitar that he had needed to leave behind.

Blaine knew a job would be in order for him to get one again, well a lot work.

He carefully let his fingers wander over the neck of the guitar, already feeling the urge to play again.

His mind went back to all the afternoons he had played the guitar that he didn't notice how Kurt had entered the room once again.

“You want to play on it,” Kurt broke the silence.

Blaine pulled his hand away immediately like he had been burned. He shrugged as he turned around and looked at Kurt, “is it yours?”

Kurt nodded his head, “Yeah. After you learned me the basics, it felt stupid to not keep practicing,” he shrugged, “it might have also been the only thing that at least made me feel we still had a connection.”

Another flutter of hope filled Blaine's body.

“Where is yours,” Kurt asked as he looked at the backpack, still on his back.

“I couldn't keep everything with me,” Blaine shrugged.

Kurt frowned fully now, “but it's your passion.”

“I had other things on my mind. I'll work for another one,” Blaine shrugged once again.

Kurt took the guitar out of its stand and carefully held it for Blaine, “play something for me.”

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat but nodded his head.

They took a seat on the couch before Blaine put his fingers on the right places and started to play a soft melody.

As the music started filling the room, he thought back about the song that had been stuck in his head all the way riding towards New York.

He carefully placed his fingers in other positions as he started playing the melody.

And then he softly started singing.

Aren't you somethin' to admire?
‘Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'll be tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Aren't you somethin', an original
Cause it doesn't seem merely assembled
And I can't help but stare, cause
I see truth somewhere in your eyes
I can't ever change without you
You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I would look at us all the time

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'll be tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow's a mystery
I can see you lookin' back at me
Keep your eyes on me
Baby, keep your eyes on me

Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now (please show me, baby)
I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

He let his hands fall back on the couch as he looked down at the guitar. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

The silence in the room was so tense, he kind of couldn't help hoping that Santana or Rachel walked back into their apartment.

He only looked up when he felt a hand touch his.

Blaine carefully lifted his head to see Kurt closer than he had expected.

It was like one moment they were just looking at each other, and the other moment, the guitar was laying on the ground as Blaine had pushed Kurt back onto the couch, his lips trying to rediscover what he almost had forgotten.

He felt Kurt softly gasp against his lips as his arms wrapped around Blaine's neck.

Blaine did his best to try to make most of this moment as he tried to remember everything that drove Kurt crazy.

“Damn it Hummel, I knew there would be some man tapping after you called me,” Blaine heard as he flew up and looked almost in shock towards the door.

Rachel was standing next to a smirking Santana, looking fully in shock as she looked angry towards him and stomped dramatically towards her room.

Blaine turned back towards Kurt, who was looking down towards his hands, not even looking at Santana. “It isn't like that Santana and you know it,” Kurt started.

“Whatever lady Hummel. I know you haven't given yourself a chance to discover the fine arts of bodies that New York holds because you've been a cry baby over your badboy. I am happy you at least got some man on man again,” she said with a smirk before she turned to fully look towards Blaine.

“And you better don't mess up again. I don't know where you come from but I know that if you leave him again the way you did, I'll find you,” she pointed before she turned around and left behind one of the curtains.

Blaine looked back towards Kurt, who was looking towards his hands. It was only when Blaine put more attention to the sight in front of him, he did notice how Kurt's finger was covering the little heart on the inside of his wrist.

“You didn't cover it up,” Blaine let out in a gasp.

Kurt shook his head as he kept on tracing his finger over it, “I wouldn't. It was the only hope I still had for you to come back.”

Blaine carefully stretched out his hand as he pulled up his sleeve, showing Kurt his own tattoo, “guess we both had the same reasons.”

Kurt looked at the tattoo and stretched out his hand to trace over it.

“Blaine, what happened earlier, doesn't mean we are back together, you know that right?”

Blaine nodded his head, “I know it will need a lot more for you to take me back. But you gave me hope today and I can live with that. I'll do my best to win you back.”

He watched a soft smile spread on Kurt's lips as he looked up towards Blaine. “I always knew you had a soft side, you know that. Ever since you first walked into the halls of Mckinley.

Blaine let out a chuckle, “only with you.”

In the end, they didn't get together over night. They first spend weeks figuring out who they had become and how they could fit in each other's lives again.

That fell together with Kurt going to school and doing his traineeship as Blaine found a job in a small music shop not too far from Kurt's apartment to help paying the bills for as long he was sleeping on Kurt's couch.

It took more than a month before Rachel said his first words to Blaine, as she  was still angry. But even she couldn't deny the growing bond between Blaine and Kurt.

So when Blaine asked Kurt out on his fourth month in New York, Kurt fully said yes.

They went to a restaurant that wasn't too expensive as Blaine had insisted he was going to pay for everything.

He had even done his best to put on a nice new shirt and some pants without holes into it.

And when he kissed Kurt goodnight in front of his room, Blaine knew it would all be ok.