Kurt seemed oblivious to the effect his appearance had on others, or in particular, on Blaine. Kurt's nose was delicate, his skin pale, his cheekbones had this lightly shade of pink, matching perfectly to the color of his lips, that looked so soft and pink, really pushing the size limit for what could be considered masculine. This man had perfect chestnut-brown hair that was perfectly combed, complimenting the wonderful shape of his face. He was different and perfect at same time.

As Blaine stood taking in Kurt, Santana stood away from the two looking at Blaine. He had changed so much from the skinny boy that left from the airport all those years ago.

Kurt couldn’t quite decide what to think about the soldier. Blaine didn’t look scared or embarrassed by the situation. And while he didn’t seem completely at ease with what was going on, he did look comfortable enough to crack a small smile

And it was when he smiled that Blaine felt a strange burning deep in his stomach. "What I am? A high school girl? Say something! Introduce yourself!" thought Blaine before raise his hand for a handshake. He and let a shy "Blaine Anderson, it’s nice to meet you" come out from between his lips before the man shook his hand and Santana finally interrupted the embarrassing situation.

"This is Kurt a dear friend of my, he promised that he would be here with me waiting for you, but of course, as always, he arrived late…" teased Santana.

"Santana! I am late because one of the kids got sick! Not my kid…Well kind of… Wait, Blaine, I am a sixth grade teacher and Santana seems to not understand that kids are not the most punctual creatures on the earth." said the man before Santana rolled her eyes and keep talking.

"Well Blaine... Kurt wanted to meet you because he wouldn't miss an opportunity to welcome a good looking soldier back from the war. What can I say? He loves uniforms…" she teased making Kurt blush furiously.

"W-what?" said Blaine turning really confuse.

"Santana! Sorry Blaine, Santana is just kidding I am not some kind of pervert chasing for uniformed guys. My brother Finn is fighting in Iraq and when Santana told me that she was planning a homecoming for a soldier that came from there I just wanted meet you. You know, meet someone that actually managed to survive to that place gives me hope that my brother will manage that too…" said the gorgeous blue eyed boy with sad eyes.

Blaine wanted hug him, say that his brother would survive, but Blaine couldn't give that man that certain, no after all the senseless deaths that he had saw.

"I hope that you brother return home alive. I really wish that I could guarantee that for you…" Blaine said. Kurt didn't respond him with words he gave Blaine a grateful smile unstated.

With that they turned towards the sliding glass doors that led outside. As they were leaving through the airport’s glass doors there was a loud noise as someone dropped their bag to the ground.

Blaine flinched, for a fraction of second that loud noise seemed just like a gunshot.

Noticing his own reaction Blaine felt embarrassed. How stupid was it to be afraid of a simple noise? It was then that he noticed he'd also stopped walking. When he looked up Santana and Kurt were waiting a few feet away, questioning him with their eyes. His face flushed even more as he realized that they have been watching the whole scene. He was about to make some excuse when Kurt walked in his direction.

Kurt had stood away for a moment studying him, and then walked to him and wraped a warm hand around Blaine's arm.

"Hey don't be ashamed of your fear, that fear was what keep you alive in that hell. Things will get better, That I can guarantee to you." Kurt said smiling.

And for the first time in a really long time, Blaine truly believe that things could get better.