Blaine was laying on the bed next to Kurt propped up on one elbow, he had such a serene, gentle look on his face, and his eyes, those eyes, Kurt knew they would be the death of him ,he could drown in their golden beauty forever.

Kurt rolled onto his left side so he could face Blaine properly and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came to him. I mean what the hell do you say to your ex that might still be, or might maybe want to be, his boyfriend who he had just fucked, after four years of no contact whatsoever, and a few short sentences spoken at an audition.

Kurt’s head was swimming.

Luckily Blaine seemed to sense the struggle that was happening in Kurt’s head and chuckled slightly, and decided to break the silence himself.

“I think hello is always a good ice breaker!” Blaine said softly as he made eye contact with Kurt. With that one statement both men fell into fits of laughter, that Kurt only prayed, his neighbors wouldn’t overhear, because, well , to tell the truth, he hadn’t laughed a whole lot, or at all for that matter, since he’d moved in.

After a few minutes, and more than a few gasps trying to slow their breathing, silence returned to Kurt’s bedroom.

“Well after that, I think I need a coffee, can I interest you in one too?” Kurt asked Blaine laughter still in his voice.

“After that I think I need a bucket full!” Blaine agreed and hopped out of bed in search of his pants.

A few minutes later Blaine stepped silently out into the kitchen and almost gave Kurt a coronary.

Kurt had been busy at the sink, His back to the doorway, and when he turned around he hadn’t expected a shirtless Blaine to be standing not three feet away, arm stretched up, leaning against the door frame, his eyes dancing at Kurt’s reaction.

After a quick recovery Kurt continued to make coffee and told Blaine to go sit at the table he would be out in a few minutes.

When Kurt finally brought the coffee to the table he supposed, that it might be a good idea to find out about why the hell Blaine was here in the first place!

“Blaine, what the hell are you doing here? I mean not to complain or anything, but, we haven’t spoken in years! I just ….. Just…………..” That was it for Kurt, words were failing him now.

Blaine looked down at his coffee then back up at Kurt. Slowly he reached his hand across the table and gently took Kurt’s hand he twined their fingers together paused for a moment and began to tell his story.