Kurt huffed and shook his head. “Don’t try and change the subject, Blaine. I came here for a reason and then I would like to leave.”  Kurt shifted slightly in his chair and folded his left leg over his right, crossing his arms as well.

Blaine nodded his head and looked into his mug, hoping the brown liquid would help him get the right words out.  “Hey, Kurt?” Blaine asked.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, half annoyed/ half confused. “Yes?”

Blaine let out a sigh and smiled a weak, sad smile. “Can we just talk for a little while? You know, remember stuff. The great stuff. I know that you could never possibly forgive me for leaving, so can I just have this one thing? I know I don’t deserve to ask for anything from you but I don’t know if we’re ever going to have the chance again, so…” He trailed off. 

Kurt looked Blaine in the eye and held his stare for a few long moments.  He could see the sadness in the way Blaine’s eyes were drooping and the fake smile on his lips, trying to disguise the rest of the sorrow on his face.  Kurt knew that this was probably going to be the last time he and Blaine ever spoke because Kurt needed to move on.  He needed his closure and then he needed to start his life fresh.  But deep down, he knew he needed this moment just as much as Blaine did and he was thankful that Blaine was the one who asked for it.

“Okay. Let’s remember.”

Blaine’s face lit up, as well as the rest of his body.  He jumped right out of his seat; whisking away the two empty coffee mugs and scurried over to the coffee pot to pour another round.  When he returned, the two men took very large sips of their drinks and both sighed heavily. “Where would you like to start?” Kurt asked after a beat.

Blaine, without a moment’s hesitation, answered, “Our first date.”

Kurt smiled and chuckled a bit, remembering the monstrosity of that day.

            “HAPPY 4 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!” Kurt shouted to Blaine from across the room the second Blaine walked into Kurt’s trailer.  Blaine looked at Kurt skeptically but still, with a smile.

“What in the world are you blabbering about, Hummel?” Blaine asked and joined Kurt on the couch.  Kurt had just wrapped a movie that morning and he was rushing around trying to gather all his stuff before he and Blaine went home to New York from San Francisco. But he did not forget that today was also a very special day for another reason.

“It’s your 4 month anniversary of being my assistant! Soooooo, I got you a little something to say how glad I am that you’re around and how amazing you’ve been to me.” Kurt turned around and grabbed a little silver bag from behind the couch and handed it to Blaine with a smile that almost made his cheeks hurt.

Awe-struck Blaine took the gift from Kurt and frantically dug inside to find a beautiful Armani watch.  Blaine held the watch up to his face and almost gasped at the sight of how beautiful it was. “Kurt, oh my god, thank you so much. It’s gorgeous.” He gushed out and leaned over to hug Kurt.

 Kurt’s heart sped up a bit when Blaine leaned in for the hug and Kurt’s cheeks reddened.  They had hugged a bunch of times before, but each time left Kurt wanting so much more.  But he kept telling himself that he needed to be a professional and to shove those feelings about Blaine back down deep inside of him and lock them away for good.  But on that day, Kurt didn’t hold back.

“Doyouwannadosomethingtonight?” He rushed out, regretting the question the second it left his lips.

Blaine cocked his head to the side and laughed, “I’m sorry, what?”

Kurt took a deep breath and repeated much slower, “Do you want to do something tonight?”

Blaine, shocked, huffed out a laugh and smiled. “Yeah. I would love that.” He said.  Right then, Blaine’s phone went off and he read the message he had just received. “Shoot, I have to go take care of something about the car picking us up at the airport. I’ll meet you in an hour by the car.” He said and rushed out the door.  Kurt threw himself back on the couch and kicked his legs in the air and squealed.  He had a date with Blaine Anderson and he didn’t have a care in the world.

That night, the men decided to stay in and cook dinner together and watch a movie.  Kurt arrived at Blaine’s house at 7:30pm in a pair of black dress pants and a nice, maroon button up.  He brought with him a bottle of red wine and a bag filled with movies. Blaine, who was wearing skinny jeans, a white muscle shirt, and a black vest, graciously took the wine and movies and let Kurt into his dumpty little apartment.

Kurt walked into the kitchen and stood in front of the island where Blaine had laid out a mixture of different kinds of ingredients for the two to make an Asian chicken salad.  Blaine joined Kurt at the island and stood next to him, looking up when Kurt said, "I'm glad we're doing this."

Blaine smiled a marvelous smile and nodded in agreement.  He moved around Kurt to get to the bottle of wine to open for the two and poured each a glass.  Kurt was busy slicing up pieces of grilled chicken breast to notice Blaine putting his iPod on the iHome.  His head popped up when Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight started echoing throughout the apartment.  Blaine smiled at Kurt and started moving towards him, swaying his hips to the music.  Kurt laughed at him and continued to fix up the salad that Blaine was supposed to be helping with.

“Listen here, Mr. Anderson, the point of this date was for us to cook dinner together.” Kurt said as Blaine made his way back over to his original place next to Kurt.

“Oh, so this is a date?” Blaine asked playfully, a smirk on his lips.  Kurt just smiled and shook his head. What a goofball, he thought to himself.  A very attractive, sweet, caring goofball.

Blaine took the head of lettuce and washed it under water before chopping it up and throwing it into a big glass bowl.  As he peeled an orange, he began to sing.

“Lovely, never, never change. Keep that breathless charm.  Won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you, just the way you look tonight.” He sang, finishing the line with a smile and a glance at Kurt.  Kurt noticed and his face turned pink, like so many other times Blaine had done something adorable.

“You have a lovely voice.” Kurt muttered, still a little woozy from the sensation running up his spine.

“Oh, well, not as lovely as yours.” He said. “But I am a fantastic dancer.” Blaine put down the orange in his hand, quickly wiped off the juice, and swept Kurt up in his arms.  He placed his left arm around Kurt’s waist and took Kurt’s left hand in his right.

Kurt laughed and reluctantly cooperated with the boy who was swaying them around the island. “Blaine, you’re going to bump into something.” Kurt said and laughed.

Blaine disregarded Kurt and pulled him closer to his body, swiftly twirling them around the kitchen and over to where they were standing before.  Blaine pushed Kurt away slightly and lifted the arm that was holding Kurt’s hand, motioning Kurt to twirl.  Kurt, almost embarrassed, obliged and spun a few times before losing his footing and bumping into the dessert tray that was at the edge of the counter behind them.  His hip hit the edge of the tray that held a two layer chocolate and strawberry cake that Blaine had slaved over before Kurt arrived.  The tray went down just as fast as Kurt did and Blaine was dragged down with them.  Chocolate cake, frosting, and strawberries were everywhere and Kurt and Blaine were lying right in the middle of it.  Kurt had his back flat on the ground while Blaine lay slightly on top of the other boy, both laughing uncontrollably.

“My hair doesn’t take too well to cake in it. Sorry I destroyed your pretty cake.” Kurt laughed out.

Blaine looked down at the beautiful boy under him with amazement.  Kurt noticed and blushed, like usual, and smiled up at him.

Blaine leaned down and closed the space between them, pressing his lips gently to the other man’s softer ones and placing his right hand on Kurt’s cheek, using the other to hold himself up.

The two shared their first kiss in the best, most romantic, and also messy way.

Blaine let out a loud laugh and threw his head back, remembering just how messy that kiss actually was. “You had strawberries in your hair! Oh, that was priceless!” He said and continued to laugh at the memory.

Kurt just nodded his head with an amused expression.  Kurt always told Blaine that that kiss was their best.  It was so innocent, yet held so much hope for them.  Seeing Blaine right then, laughing so carelessly, made his heart ache. He missed Blaine a lot.

Blaine noticed Kurt was in thought and decided to add to the memory.  “You know, I loved that date, I really did, but I think the best part about that day was the conversation we had later that night.”

Kurt, cocking his head and scrunching his eyebrows, had to think about that one for a second.  And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“I quit.” Blaine mumbled, barely awake, as he and Kurt cuddled on the couch with The Notebook playing on the television in front of them.

“You what?” Kurt asked, astonished.  He sat up from his spot on Blaine’s chest and looked at the other boy hard. “Why?”

“Because I want to be with you, Kurt.” Blaine explained, sitting up straight. “And I know this won’t work if I’m still your assistant.  Haven’t you noticed how crazy I am about you? I’ve had feelings for you since the first time we met and I’ve always told myself that it would never happen.  But you gave me a chance, Kurt.  And I would be stupid just to let that chance go by.  So I’m quitting.”

Kurt’s eyes were glossing over with tears and his smile became wider and wider with every word Blaine muttered. Blaine was willing to give up his job, a good paying job, just to be with Kurt.  Blaine was the most remarkable human being he had ever met.

“Oh, Blaine, you don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.  But I can’t let you quit. What will you do about money?” Kurt asked.

Blaine shrugged it off as if money were the smallest factor in this decision. “For now, I can get a job or two doing small things and look around for someone who needs an assistant, maybe even find a PR company.  All I need to get through each day is knowing I have you, Kurt Hummel.  That’s all I need.” Blaine was crawling over to Kurt and leaning to down to kiss him, his arms on either side of Kurt.  Kurt grabbed Blaine’s face and forcefully crashed their lips together, parting immediately to allow Blaine’s tongue to enter.  The two explored each other’s mouths; exploring each other’s souls.  Blaine tasted like strawberries and coffee and it was absolutely intoxicating.  After a few moments, Kurt pulled away and sighed a content sigh.  “You amaze me, Blaine Anderson. Do you know that?”

“Yeah, well, I can have that effect on people.” Blaine replied and leaned back into the opposite side of the couch.

Kurt looked at him incredulously before pouncing on top of him, straddling his waist.  Blaine placed his hands on Kurt’s thighs before adjusting himself under Kurt so he was in his lap.  He placed a short, sweet kiss on Kurt’s forehead before wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and hugging him tightly.

They were perfect, in that moment.  Absolutely perfect.

Kurt looked over to the very couch he was just thinking about.  The black leather was still in good shape and Blaine even had the same navy blue duvet thrown over the back.  Kurt loved that couch and all the memories it held.

He stood up, confusing Blaine, and made his way over to the couch and stood in front of it.  He squatted in front of it, awkwardly placing himself between the couch and the glass coffee table in front of it, and put both hands on the spaces where the cushions met. 

Blaine got up and joined him, sitting on the far left side of the couch, his thigh almost on top of Kurt’s hand.  Kurt stood up, turned around, and plopped down next to Blaine, leaving only a few inches between them.

The tears forming in Kurt’s eyes threatened to spill over, and Blaine noticed.

“What’s wrong? I thought we were thinking of happy memories?” He asked, concerned.  Kurt gave a little smile and shook his head.

“They are happy memories.  That’s why they hurt so much.”

Blaine pursed his lips, fighting back his own urges to cry.  Kurt looked over at Blaine and nodded at the similar expression he had.  But he didn’t want to stop.  He wanted to keep remembering because this was going to be the only time he was going to let himself remember.  So he shifted his body, turning his hips to face Blaine and spoke up,

“What’s next?”