Kurt woke up slumped against the same red brick wall he had fallen asleep against. The slightly sticky feeling on his cheeks told him it was raining.

“Kurt?”

The voice sounded distant, as if it didn’t really existed, but only in his head. It could be because he had wanted to hear it so badly for the last three years and a half. But the rough fingertips lightly touching his face were definitely real. He slowly opened his eyes, only for them to meet two pools of hazel and green with flecks of gold at the edges. He got lost in the eyes he had missed for so long until the warmth of a calloused hand spread through his face. He leant into the familiar touch for a second, his eyes closing again, feeling gone with the familiarity of it all. One single tear escaped the mask he had put on for almost four years.

“Kurt...”
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Blaine stood over the tall but slender figure lying against the hard brick wall of some office building in the middle of Manhattan. His skin was still as pale as three years ago. His face was still as angelic as three years ago.
He was still the same as he was all these years ago.

He had to think of the little talk they had had all that time ago, right before their first kiss. Both still so innocent, so na�ve.

Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.

Carefully, as if to not disturb him in his sleep, he touched his face where he saw it had little cuts.

“Kurt?”

The name tumbled off his lips before he could really think about it. But he had to be sure it was him.
And then he was.
The man against the wall opened his eyes slowly, and a sea pale blue with flecks of grey stared into his eyes.
It was him.
He reached out to his beautiful face and put his hand where it still fit perfectly around the curve of his jaw. The man closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, just like he had a million times before. The motion was so familiar yet so different from everything he had ever done. He saw one single tear slip from under his thick lashes.

“Kurt...”

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Kurt opened his eyes again and tried not to lose himself in the sheer hope and compassion radiating off the face in front of him. The hand was still on the side of his face as he whispered the confirmation.

“Yes.”

That was enough. It was an answer to all those unanswered questions from so long ago. It was an answer to all the unasked questions from the past, the present and the future.

He didn’t even feel the sting as the rain trickled into the cuts on the side of his face where the glass of the picture had sliced through his skin. All he felt were the warm arms suddenly coming around him and enveloping him in a cocoon of safety, warmth, and love.

Love.

He felt something wet on his face, but he didn’t know if it was the rain or his tears. It got through to him that this was where he had wanted to be all these years. All this time. All he really wanted was to be back in Blaine’s arms. And now he was.

If only it were that simple.
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Their limbs and their faces half frozen, they got up. They smiled a little until they remembered they weren’t allowed to be so comfortable again just yet and then turned away from each other, blushing. They called a cab and the ride to Blaine’s apartment was in silence but not the kind of heavy silence that makes you feel like something is pressing on your chest, no. It was the kind of comfortable silence they used to sit in for hours, where just knowing that the other was there was enough to make words unnecessary.

Blaine opened the door to his apartment and stood a bit awkwardly to the side before Kurt decided to come in.
“Make yourself at home.”

Kurt stepped through the door and just stood in the living room for a while, as the realization sank in.
And then he just collapsed on the beige carpet, sobbing.

The next second Blaine was there again, hugging him tightly, hushing and comforting him.

He didn’t care that his shirt would get ruined, it didn’t matter if his hair would look hideous or that his face would look red and blotchy.

Because he had Blaine back.

He didn’t remember falling asleep and he most definitely didn’t remember changing into a Dalton T-shirt that was too big and sweatpants. He woke up in the large bed, the under a pile of duvets and pillows. He smiled a little because he was lying in a cocoon that smelt completely of Blaine.
It was a musky, sweet scent, one he had never forgotten.

From the living room, the smell of coffee drifted into the small bedroom, together with a melody he didn’t quite recognize. Blaine’s voice sounded just as clear as the first time he’d heard it, on those stairs in Dalton Academy.

He got out of the bed and cautiously made his way over to the door. He leaned his against the doorframe as he stood there. The t-shirt slipped off one of his shoulders and Kurt thought back of the times when Blaine had caressed that same shoulder. He’d always had had something for Kurt’s shoulders. He smiled and kept listening, somehow feeling as if he intruded something personal, something he shouldn’t have heard.
But he heard. So he listened.

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

He sat at the small piano in the corner, the only piece of furniture he had brought from his parents’ home. He looked like he was mindlessly playing, his fingers dancing over the keys like they had always done. Though it didn’t seem as fluent as it did three years ago, as if it had been a long time since he had played.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

Blaine had to think back to that first day, when the boy without the uniform had stopped him on the stairs. When they sat down for coffee and the terrible spy started crying over the coffee he had offered him because he got bullied so badly at his current school. When all he really wanted to do was hold him forever and never let him go, so no one could hurt that perfect human being. And then, merely seven years later, he had hurt him himself.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

He thought back of that first kiss, those first hesitant touches, their first time, and how right it had all felt. Nothing like the men he had slept or kissed with after the break-up. How wrong it had felt to let him just walk out of that door.
And how right it had felt to hold him in his arms again.

I'd go hungry r32;I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No there’s nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

It was right when he sang this line that he noticed the slender figure in too big a t-shirt and sweatpants leaning against the doorframe. But he didn’t stop playing. He wanted him to hear this; he wanted him to know this.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

Kurt slowly stepped out onto the fuzzy beige carpet and made his way over to the piano. Cautiously, as if to not disturb the man playing. He didn’t know he was already noticed. He slid onto the piano bench next to him and rested his head on his shoulder. Blaine looked down on him and smiled a little, as if to make sure he knew the following lines were just for him.

And he meant them with all of his heart and soul.

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the man he had missed for so long. He felt the love almost radiating from the body next to him. He felt the weight of Blaine’s head resting on his and he opened his eyes when he realized he had stopped playing. Blaine just took his hand and started playing with the ring still on his ring finger. He whisper-sang the last line while staring off into the distance and still playing with Kurt’s, no, Elliot’s ring.

To make you feel my love

Kurt lifted his head and looked into the green and hazel eyes staring back.
Blaine looked back to the glasz eyes.
Just like the first time, his eyes flicked to his lips, before returning to his eyes. They were mere inches apart, Kurt could smell the cinnamon gum on Blaine’s breath and all he could wonder was: ‘does he still eat that stuff?’ before Blaine closed the distance.

For one moment, either one of them tensed up, before they both melted into each other.
For one moment, nothing mattered but their lips touching and moving against one another.
For one moment, they were happy again, on that piano bench in an apartment in the middle of New York City, looking out over Central Park.
For one moment, only the present mattered, not the past, not the future.
Because no one, not one person in the whole world could take away what they had right that moment.

Because, for one moment, they had each other back.