Kurt took a deep breath as he looked around the deserted hallways of McKinley High School. It's now or never, he thought to himself. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he quickly pulled it out, hoping that it was from the person he missed so much already.

Coffee after school? Lima Bean, 4:30. Miss you- B xxxx

Kurt couldn't help it as he felt a grin break out on his face.

Can't wait. Order me the usual? Miss you- K xxxx

He turned the door handle of the choir room and walked in, trying not to laugh at his friends' astonished faces. He was bombarded with questions:

"Oh my gosh Kurt, what are you doing here?"
"We've missed you so much!"
"If you're here to spy on us Kurt, then don't think you're going to get away with it, I have the Show Choir Committee's number on speed dial; I can call them at the press of a button and I..."

"RACHEL!" he practically screamed. "I'm not here to spy on you... I'm back."

This time he couldn't help but snort as all of their mouths dropped open. You see, he thought to himself, this is why you didn't tell them... You knew their faces would be priceless.

"Well why didn't you tell us?" Mercedes screeched with excitement.

"And miss all this? Never." Kurt smirked cheekily. Suddenly, all of his friends charged towards him, arms flailing happily until they were all clinging onto whatever available body part of Kurt's they could reach. Kurt chuckled, and looked down to find none other than Noah Puckerman clutching onto his leg, muttering a "Don't ever leave again Kurt, we weren't a family without you!" He felt Mr Schue's comforting hand on his shoulder (he never really was one for affection, but in this moment, Kurt didn't care), and couldn't help but squeeze his friends as hard as he could.

Rachel was the first to break away from the hug. "As nice as it is to have you back Kurt, we need to work on our set list for Nationals; it's in less than a month and we haven't written the closer, or decided on the choreography, or..." She was cut off as Finn placed a rather large hand over her mouth. She squeaked in protest, before crossing her arms reluctantly across her chest. "It's great to have you back, bro" he grinned cheekily.

"Good job at keeping the secret Finn," Kurt smirked. Everyone spun round to look at the taller boy.

"You knew? And you didn't tell us? FINN!" Mercedes attempted to be annoyed, but she couldn't hide her grin at seeing her best friend back.

"Rachel's right guys," Mr Schue protested, "We are going up against the 50 hottest show choirs in the country in a month. Let's get practising!"

They all returned to their seats, grumbling at the interruption and Kurt promising each that they would catch up over lunch.

A knock at the door startled them all. Tina looked round, confused, counting all of the club members. 13. They were all there.

"Come in?" Mr Schue said hesitantly.

The door swung open to reveal a small boy with dark curly hair, dressed in dark coloured jeans and a red cashmere sweater, clutching an acoustic guitar. Kurt felt his mouth drop open in surprise. What the fu...But his thoughts were cut off as the boy opened his mouth and began to sing, whilst delicately strumming the strings of his guitar.

You don't realise how much I need you.

Love you all the time and never leave you.

Please come on back to me.

I'm lonely as can be. I need you.

Said you had a thing or two to tell me.

How was I to know you would upset me?

I didn't realise as I looked in your eyes...

You told me.

Kurt felt a tear escape from the corner of his eye. The boy stared straight in his eyes, his warm hazel eyes making Kurt flush.

Please remember how I feel about you,

I could never really live without you.

So, come on back and see just what you mean to me.

I need you.

The boy began to move around the room, greeting all the other Glee club members before stopping straight in front of Kurt.

Please remember how I feel about you.

I could never really live without you.

So, come on back and see just what you mean to me.

I need you. I need you. I need you.

The song finished and the boy looked up at Kurt, his eyes brimming with tears. He extended a hand.

"Hi, my name's Blaine. I'm new here. Do you think you could show me around?"

Kurt pulled him into a wistful kiss, ignoring the catcalls from his friends. His Blaine was here, for him. And he had never felt more honoured in his life.

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Kurt couldn't help but stare at the boy sat across from him, eating what resembled dog food off a plastic plate.

"I'm real, I promise." joked Blaine.

"Y-you're here." Kurt stuttered. He still hadn't quite gotten over the fact that his boyfriend had moved here to be with him. Blaine chuckled, and leant across the table to hold Kurt's hand.

"I am."

"But... why?"

Blaine laughed softly. "Were you not listening to my song? I can't live without you Kurt. I need to see you everyday, I want to walk down the corridors hand in hand with you, and I don't care if I get slushied for it; I want everyone to see how much I care for you."

Kurt blushed, and looked at his brand new Jimmy Choo boots (knee length, black suede- his father had splashed out after he discovered he wouldn't have to pay for school anymore). When he looked back up, Blaine was still looking at him with watering eyes.

"I love you."

Kurt almost choked on a lettuce leaf. He stared at his boyfriend, and almost melted at the look of affection in his eyes.

"I love you too."

Blaine's face broke out into a grin. He squeezed Blaine's hand tightly, and they both sat there, beaming like idiots. Love struck idiots, Kurt corrected himself.

Unbeknownst to the two boys, a broad shouldered boy in a red silk beret sat nursing a large coffee, staring longingly at them. Namely, at one boy in particular.

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Kurt swore inwardly as the ice hit him straight in the face.

"Nice to have you back, Lady Face!" Azimio hollered as he headed off down the corridor. Little did he know, Santana was waiting round the next corner.

"You did not just slushie my man Kurt! Now you can go and apologize, or I'll crack your nuts, right here, right now."

Kurt couldn't hear Azimio's muffled reply, but from the ear blasting scream that he emitted, Kurt guessed that he chose the latter.

He squirmed as the ice dripped down his neck, and headed towards the bathroom. Just as he stuck his head under the tap, a familiar face appeared above him. He jumped, and bashed his head on the spout. Rubbing his forehead, he stood up and turned to face the boy.

"Karofsky."

Karofsky squirmed as the younger boy said his name. It sounds so beautiful coming out of his mouth, Karofsky thought.

"What do you want?" Kurt sighed, and tried to move past him, but Karofsky was blocking the way.

"I j-just... wanted to apologize. For everything, I mean. I-I'm glad you're back."

Shut up Karofsky, he thought. You don't want him to know how you feel.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Not caring if he was being rude, he pulled it out and read it.

Santana told me you got slushied. Where are you? I can help you clean up :) Ohh, and remind me to bring an umbrella to school tomorrow. Love you- B xxxx

Kurt smiled. Karofsky felt as if his heart was breaking in two.

"Is that from your boyfriend?" He couldn't help but spit out the word.

Kurt looked up in shock. He narrowed his eyes. "Yes, it is. Do you have a problem with that?"

Karofsky blanched. "O-of course not." He stuttered, and Kurt used the moment of weakness to step around him and walk out. Karofsky couldn't stop himself from staring helplessly at him as he walked away. He needed Kurt, more than he needed anything else in the entire world.

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"Kurt!"

Kurt turned around as his boyfriend caught up with him. Blaine's face dropped when he saw the bruise forming on Kurt's forehead.

"Did Azimio do that to you? I swear to God, as soon as I find that bastard I'll..."

"You'll do what Blaine? He has at least 6 inches on you." He couldn't resist giggling at the look of mock upset on his boyfriend's face. "And anyway, it wasn't him. I banged my head on the tap." Blaine stroked the bruise on his face.

"Santana told me that she got him back pretty well. She kneed him in the crotch." Kurt giggled at the last part.

"I know; I heard."

"So what song are you planning on singing as a 'Welcome Back'? Barbra? Something from Gypsy?"

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I do sing other things besides those, thank you very much!"

Blaine looked sideways at the countertenor, grinning cheekily. Kurt held his arms up in surrender.

"Ok, ok, I'm probably going to sing some Barbra. Are you happy now, Mr I-Have-To-Be-Right-All-The-Time?"

"Is that my new pet name?"

"No, your pet name is Frodo."

"As long as I can call you Bambi."

Kurt raised his eyebrows at the shorter boy. "Why Bambi?"

"Because you're cute, and have beautiful eyes... And Finn told me all about the 'alcohol and Miss Pilsberry' incident."

"I'm going to strangle him with one of his month old socks."

Blaine chuckled, stretching out his hand to his boyfriend. Kurt took it happily. They headed off to the choir room, hand in hand, ignoring the stares of the thugs in Letterman Jackets; they were in their own bubble, and nothing could hurt them. Or so they thought.