Kurt tapped his foot rapidly against the floor of Publix, growing impatient. He had been standing in line for close to 10 minutes now, moving only to let a little boy get to the candy case next to Kurt.

"This is ridiculous." he huffed. Looking down at his watch for the fifth time, he turned around and headed toward another line. Too long, too long, too long he thought as he passed all of the lines to different lanes. He finally jumped in one that had a good three or four people ahead of him, so he had no choice but to wait.

After he reached the conveyer belt, he slammed his items onto it and reached into his pocket to get his wallet. "Kurt? Kurt Hummel?" asked an all too familiar voice. Kurt's head snapped up and his eyes met those of the cashier. The voice belonged to Rachel Berry.

Obviously Kurt wasn't the only one who's dreams hadn't exactly worked out.

Stunned, he couldn't even form the proper words to respond. It had been years since he had last seen her. NYADA. That was where they had said their last goodbyes. Rachel was off to start her career on Broadway in a new musical about some boy who was struck by lightning in high school. And Kurt was going to begin his own fashion line, which did work out well until it plummeted into the ground due to the economy.

"Rach!" Kurt finally exclaimed. "What are you doing here, back in Lima?" he asked, a smile now stretched across his face.

"I decided to move back here after that play I was in crashed horribly." she explained, scanning each of Kurt's items slowly so they could talk. "What about you? Run out of different ways to include a hippo broach in everyday fashion?" she teased. They shared a laugh.

"Ohh, no. Actually I moved back here to be with dad while he undergoes his treatment for his Prostate cancer. He's still fighting it like a champ." Kurt replied with a saddened expression. "But I am working on something new…" he said with a newfound happiness. "Shoe designing."

"Kurt, that's great!" Rachel responded with a smile. "So…" she started, "Where's Finn been lately? I haven't heard from him in… a couple of years, actually."

Kurt debated on telling Rachel, considering how big of a blow-out Rachel and Finn had been a few years back, but she was an old friend. It's the least he could do. "He's back in Lima right now to see dad and Carol."

"Really? Wow…" she answered. "I bet he's changed a lot..." Rachel whispered to herself. "Oh, and that'll be $32.50, sir." She smiled at a man wearing a black suit walking by, probably her manager.

"Maybe… Maybe I could talk him into taking you out. And you know, talking about the past few years." he told her, handing over his debit card. "Hey, um, actually tonight my family and I are celebrating Blaine's birthday. The big 20! Would you like to come over? See everyone again?"

Rachel stopped typing something into the register and looked up at Kurt. "I would love to." she smiled.

"Seven, then?" Kurt confirmed with Rachel before gathering his plastic bags off the counter.

"Sounds great! Oh, and you have to promise me you'll give me a demo of a new shoe design you're trying out!" She stared into his eyes as she explained, "I want to be wearing the first pair of Kurt Hummel heels." She laughed. Rachel waved goodbye as Kurt walked out and stuck up his pinky as a promise.

Later that night at Kurt's house, he frantically opened the oven and pulled out a beautiful Dalton cake, then proceeding to shove the second batch of lasagna in to bake. His hair was a mess, pieces falling into his face. He was covered in flour and sauce, and it seemed to him that this hectic night would never end. Blaine waltzed into the kitchen, solely pausing to grab a chip, swipe some salsa off Kurt's shirt onto it, and dart out of sight.

"Very funny, Blaine. I'm laughing hysterically on the inside." Kurt yelled out in a monotone voice. Blaine's laugh resounded from the den, and suddenly Blaine was back in the kitchen with his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist.

"You know you love me." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, feeling Kurt tremble under Blaine's touch. Kurt laughed at his own reflexes, and he then kissed Blaine long and hard. Their lips melted together perfectly. Kurt really did love Blaine, more than any other person in the world.

"Now, shoo, shoo!" Kurt exclaimed, waving his hands back and forth in Blaine's direction. "I don't want you eating anything that I've made yet, garbage gut." Blaine started toward the doorway, giving Kurt's butt a nice firm slap before turning around with a sexy smirk.

Kurt loved Blaine. Kurt loved Blaine very, very much. And hopefully Blaine would realize just how much after tonight.

All of Kurt's family arrived in no time, and finally everyone was seated at the dinner table. With the rolls being passed around and the wine being poured (for some), Kurt stood with a glass in hand. "I would like to just say happy birthday to the love of my life. From the moment we met on those stairs at Dalton, I knew you were the right man for me. Especially since you looked so damn nice in that blazer." Everyone laughed. "And also that I'm overjoyed at the fact that everyone is here. Dad, Carol, even Fi-!"

Knock, knock. The sound came from the front door. "I'll get it." Burt said, about to push himself out of his chair.

"No, no, Burt I got it." Blaine exclaimed, his words almost invisibly pushing Burt back down into his seat limply. Blaine walked through the den over to the door and looked through the peep hole. "Is that…?" he asked himself out loud. Blaine opened the door to find none other than Rachel. "Rachel Berry? Oh my God!" He yelled out and a smile spread across his face.

"Happy birthday!" Rachel laughed as she raised a box wrapped complete with a bowtie.

They talked in the den for a minute, and then Blaine yelled out, "Hey, Kurt! There's a girl at the door saying that you owe her a date and a new pair of shoes!"

Oh, shit. Finn was here. Rachel was here. Finn heard that. And just as he suspected, when Kurt turned to look at Finn, Finn's dagger eyes were glued on him. Kurt knew the night was now set for disaster, and no pair of designer heels could fix it.