Kurt glanced at the clock, groaning when he realised he had been sat at the table for more than two hours without any productive results. He stood up and stretched his long limbs walking over to the kitchen, he reached for the ground coffee, beginning to set up his beloved coffee machine to make himself a well deserved mocha. He had never had this much trouble with a design before. He usually just visualised the client and ran through what they wanted and the design almost sketched itself. Since Blaine reappeared however, Kurt hadn't been able to design a single thing.

He ran through the motions, making his coffee, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of texting Blaine. It had been two days since Kurt's world had been thoroughly shaken up, and for two whole days Kurt's mind had been on Blaine, trying to decide whether to meet him or not. It had taken him so long to get over Blaine, he thought he had succeeded until those eyes were staring straight back into his, making his carefully built walls tumble down, despite Kurt's protests. Kurt wrapped his fingers around the warm mug and leant against the spotless white counter contemplatively.

He barely registered the front door opening. For the first time Kurt regretted giving Brett a key. He pulled himself out of his reverie and plastered a well practised smile on his face as his boyfriend appeared in the doorway. Brett looked around the living room and at the way Kurt was clutching his coffee.

“Hey Babe, is this a bad time? You seem to have declared war on your sketchbook.” Kurt flinched at the pet name, but walked over and kissed Brett on the cheek regardless. He wasn't sure if he would ever get used to anyone other than Blaine calling him Babe.

“No, just can't seem to wrap my head around this latest design, I'm just taking a break, want a coffee?”

“Please Kurt, you know I don't touch that stuff.” Brett opened the refrigerator and extracted a bottle of orange juice before turning back to look at Kurt with his deep brown eyes.

“Sorry, my heads somewhere else today.” Kurt returned to the living room and slumped onto the sofa.

“Your head's been elsewhere for the last two days. You wanna talk about it?” Brett joined Kurt on the sofa and began rubbing his shoulders soothingly, using his thumbs to caress Kurt's neck.

“Hmm, that feels good.” Kurt sighed and leaned into Brett's warm touch. “It's nothing really, someone I didn't expect to see again turned up at the shop the other day wanting to get to know me again. I just, I really don't know how to react, whether to go for coffee or just leave it.” Brett's fingers had stilled and Kurt turned to face him.

“It's Blaine isn't it?” Kurt's blue eyes widened.

“Yeah, um, how did you - ?”

“Come on Kurt, there is only one person in the world that could throw you this off kilter simply by asking you to coffee. Now, I don't know everything that went off with you two, but I know enough to see how big this is for you.” He paused for a minute, taking in Kurt's surprised gaze. “You really loved him didn't you?” His voice was soft, he took Kurt's hand gently.

“Yeah, I really did. I don't know why it still hurts to see him, I'm over him, I have you and a whole life now. This shouldn't be so difficult.” There was a pleading in Kurt's expression that hurt Brett to see.

“Maybe you're not as over him as you think.” Kurt's hands were instantly on Brett's, his thumbs rubbing comforting arches onto the tan skin.

“No, don't. This has nothing to do with me not being over Blaine, I am over him. It was just a shock. I'm not meeting him, it'll just cause stuff between us and I don't want that.”

“Kurt if you have to avoid him to keep things okay between us then clearly you aren't over Blaine.” Kurt opened his mouth to argue but was silenced by Brett's finger on his lips.

“I think you should go for coffee. Talk, if nothing else you can clear the air between the two of you. I trust you Kurt, but if you don't meet him I'll always wonder why.” He sighed wondering how things got so serious so quickly. Kurt nodded silently and leaned towards Brett, his eyes searching for permission to hold him. Brett pulled Kurt close, holding him tight. He couldn't help but be a little nervous of Blaine's reappearance, there was clearly a lot more to the relationship than Brett knew. He leaned back into the soft leather sofa, still holding Kurt, his mind filled with unwanted thoughts.