"I guess I was too late." Blaine muttered.

"How long?" Kurt asked, staring at Blaine's necklace.

"2 months. You?"

"A year."

"Fuck."

"I know."

After Kurt had fixed himself up, combing his hair back, trying his best to smooth out his now wrinkled shirt, he joined Blaine on the couch in Kurt's office.

"Wow." Blaine said, raising his eyebrows, and running his hands over the stubble on his chin.

"Yeah." Kurt replied awkwardly.

"Sorry—I didn't know what came over me." Blaine replied, but he and Kurt both knew what had sparked the moment of passion.

"Oh, um, no, no it—it was…" Kurt began.

There was an awkward silence—and then Blaine just burst out laughing.

It was an uncontrollable laughter. A laughter that was all encompassing, and so overwhelming that it almost caused Blaine to fall off the couch.

Kurt watched in amused interest, until the contagiousness of Blaine's laughter spread to him, and before he knew it, he too was also trembling with laughter.

They laughed until their stomachs hurt; their sides ached, and were completely out of breath.

Their eyes met for a moment, both grinning like fools.

"I think I peed myself." Blaine said jokingly, causing another short burst of uncontrollable laughter.

"Do you want to go grab a coffee or something?" Kurt asked, still trying to suppress his laughter. "I know a nice place down the block."

"I'd like that," came back Blaine's cheerful reply.

They walked back to the main room of Kurt's office, trying to figure out why they were laughing in the first place.

"You're so weird, who just belts out laughing like that?" Kurt was saying, as Blaine walked behind him.

"I don't know, it was just so awkward, and I just—I don't know!" came Blaine's response.

Kurt waved to his secretary Lucy, mouthing "be back in an hour or two."

She nodded, but raised a suspicious eyebrow at him as he walked out with the dark-haired stranger.

"Just remember you have a meeting at 5"

"Yeah, I'll be back by then, just hold my phone calls."

"Josh called."

Kurt stopped, adjusting his bag over his shoulders. "Oh. What did—what did he want?"

"Dinner reservations with his parents? Please don't tell me you forgot already." Lucy took her glasses off and eyed Kurt sternly.

"Oh, right. Of course! It just slipped my mind. I'll be there." Kurt said quickly, avoided Lucy's glare. "What time was it again?"

Lucy sighed and went back to adjusting her files, "9:00 sharp, don't be late. I do not want to make up ridiculous excuses for you anymore."

Kurt caught Blaine gazing at him curiously. "Yeah, don't worry. I won't forget."

As Kurt and Blaine exited the building, Kurt could still feel Blaine's eyes on him, processing that entire conversation. The mood has shifted dramatically, and Kurt refused to be the first to break the long, awkward silence. So they just walked together in silence, both their minds wandering back to the office, the hot kisses pressed against bare skin, fumbling hands, intertwining fingers—

"So…his name is Josh?" Blaine asked, scratching the back of his head.

Kurt cleared his throat, obviously caught off guard with Blaine's sudden statement.

"Yeah. Josh Peterson."

"Ah. I see." Blaine replied, shifting his gaze to stare at his feet as they walked.

"And your…?" Kurt asked trailing the end of the question uncomfortably, his voice shaking as the words came out.

"Oh, Danny. Danny Miller." Blaine replied.

They regressed back to silence.

Kurt stole a few side glances at Blaine, noticing how much Blaine had changed since high school. His usual slicked-back hair was left untamed, allowing his lose curls to break free and his once clean-shaven face had a thin layer of stubble forming on it. But his eyes, Kurt observed, were the same. The beautiful hazel eyes, looking out past long dark eyelashes, were exactly the same. Kurt could remember all those months he spent losing himself in those eyes, wanting to spend forever in those eyes.

"The caf� is right up here." Kurt said, pointing at a petite little coffee shop around the corner. "My little slice of heaven right here," he added, smiling to himself.

Blaine grinned as he opened the door and let Kurt go in before him. "Brings you back huh? All those wasted days we spent at uh—what was it called? The Lima Bean was it?"

Kurt chuckled, "Wasted days? Please dear, those were the highlights of my high school career."

Blaine wrinkled his brow, "Really?"

Kurt blushing a bit, walked ahead, and got in line, staring up at the menu, even though he'd been here enough times and could pretty much recite the whole thing if asked.

"Uh, well…yeah." Kurt replied, still staring up at the coffee selection.

Blaine let another smile creep onto his face as he joined Kurt in line. "Mine too."

Kurt watched as Blaine dipped his biscotti into his coffee before putting it into his mouth. Just like old times. "You haven't changed much have you? I mean except the hair. Wow to the hair, by the way." Kurt said with a laugh

"I can say the same to you. And I'm hoping that was a good 'wow'" Blaine replied with a laugh, putting the cap back on his coffee, and raising it to his lips.

"Definitely a good 'wow'. I used to always tell you, you used way too much hair product. I like it like this."

"Thanks. I still can't believe it's been seven years since—" Blaine began, before realizing what he was saying.

Kurt's breath hitched a little. "Since…" Kurt repeated, feeling the mood turn dramatically, like it did in the office.

Blaine raked his fingers through his curls, staring down at the table, feeling Kurt's icy glare. "Since…you left."

Kurt's eyes went wide. "Did you expect me to stay?"

"Kurt, c'mon. It was 7 years ago, let's just let it go." Blaine said, desperate to get off the topic.

"No, I won't just let it go! You think I would have stayed after that? You broke my heart!" Kurt said darkly, glowering at Blaine.

"You left without warning! I had no way to contact you, no way to tell you that—"

"That what? You were sorry or some gentlemen-like bullshit like that?" Kurt replied back fiercely.

"That I fucking loved you!" Blaine nearly screamed, feeling several heads in the shop turn to the pair.

"What? You broke up with me" Kurt said quietly, trembling.

Blaine closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "I still loved you Kurt. I just…I was scared—I didn't know how things would go after high school—"

"How the hell could you say that? We could have made it. Together." Kurt was shaking as the rush of mixed emotions coursing through him. "All that time we spent together, Friday night movie days, picnics at the park…all that money we wasted on coffee every freaking week" Kurt took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "Was that all nothing to you?"

"I—I…" Blaine didn't know what to say.

Kurt turned, and focused past Blaine, staring out into the street through the coffee shop window. "You really haven't changed at all Blaine. What do you want? Coming here, and telling me all this. It was hard to get over you Blaine. You have no idea. Why do you think I ran away? Just the mere thought of you hurt!"

"How do you think I felt? I couldn't even find you! Your friends, your family, no one told me where you were! You could've dropped off the face of the earth for all I knew! You didn't leave a phone number, never responded to my e-mails—"

"I can't believe you think that was my fault!" Kurt cut in angrily.

Blaine clenched his fists under the table. "Kurt. You don't understand—"

"Understand what? I wasn't afraid Blaine. I believed in us. I had the courage to stick it in till the end." Kurt muttered.

Blaine let out a sigh, letting his forehead drop into his hands. "You don't think I ever wondered what would have happened if we stayed together? What might or might now have happened? I thought about it all the time! But unlike you, I never really "got over" all of this." Blaine's breath hitched a little before continuing, "I still love you. I never stopped loving you!"

Blaine caught Kurt's blue eyes slowly filling with tears, as he said those words.

Kurt had a million different thoughts swirling around in his mind. Blaine was in New York. Blaine had found him in New York. Blaine was here, in front of him. Blaine still loved him—has alwaysloved him. Wait, no. Blaine has a fianc�. He has a fianc�!

Kurt shook his head. "You can't just say things like that! You can't just prance back into my life and expect me to drop everything for you! I can't do that. High school was high school. We're not at Dalton anymore, things have changed. I'm—I'm sorry. Today at the office, it was—I don't even know. This was a mistake. I don't even know what I'm doing right now. You shouldn't have followed me."

"Kurt I never…," Blaine tried to say.

"Don't," came Kurt's quick reply, as he stood up, "I can't do this. You can't do this. Who are we kidding?"

"And what about what happened in the office." Blaine interjected. "You and I both felt that—"

"No." Kurt said, brushing away a few stray tears from his cheeks. "We can't do this. You're engaged Blaine. I'm engaged. It's too late. This isn't some fairytale where we can just run off together or whatever. We just—we can't."

Blaine just sat there, does this mean you want to? He quickly shook the thought out of his head. It was all so much to take in. What was the right thing to say? No, Please Stay? Don't go, we can do something, anything. Kurt…I love you.

Kurt reached out across the table and gently took Blaine's hand in his. "What do you want Blaine? Because I honestly don't know."

"I—I don't know either…" Blaine sighed, giving Kurt's hand a soft squeeze.

"I'm sorry Blaine." Kurt said as he stood up.

"Kurt, wait."

"Friends Blaine, that's all this can be. You'll be…my day late friend." Kurt said with a gentle smile. "I'll see you around."

Blaine felt Kurt's hand brush against his shoulder as he walked out the door. Blaine wanted to chase after him, but—what would he say?