It has been 4 years since Blaine transferred. Kurt tried relentlessly to get a hold of him. Hed even tried going to his house, but his mum just shook her head at him from the window, refusing to let Kurt in. It was weird not walking down the hallways at McKinley like theyd owned them, he felt insecure without Blaine. Instead of flaunting his leather jackets, piercings and dyed hair, he tried to avoid being looked at as much as possible. The band lost its only other member. Kurt got a lot angrier than he already was, snapping at his dad, Finn and his friends. He felt bad, but he couldnt help it. But he pushed through everything, and then met Nick at a Bloodliner concert, who told him he was applying to NYU for music. They became close quickly, even though Nick went to some weird school for troubled teens.

Now its Kurts second year at NYU, he lives in a small apartment with his new band members, Nick, Trey and Elliot. The entire band is extremely gay, yet none of them were together. Their apartment was messy, with sheet music strewn across the floor, instruments laying around, and half full mugs of tea and coffee littered table tops. This apartment was empty and quiet, because the band was at a gig in downtown New York City.

A bass was booming loudly as I Dont Care by Icona Pop blared in the background. Backstage, the band was getting ready for their set that night. They were hired by a loud girl that went to Kurts high school, Rachel Barbra Berry,also known as hobbit. Kurt had consulted the band, and they had all agreed to do it. She gave them a list of songs they could do, and she made it very clear they could not do any originals. So there they were, quickly applying too much eyeliner, and styling their hair so it looked like they had just had rough sex. They got their cue and went out onto the dinghy club stage. Kurt took his spot at the front. He looked around to see who was there, and someones face caught his eyes.

Blaine Anderson.

He was in his first year at NYU and he lived with his best friends Jordan and Rachel. Rachel insisted that they go to a dingy club for Jordans birthday that night. Jordan had no idea until that night. Rachel didnt even tell them why they were going to this club, which was called Pretty Reckless. Apparently its where that band Pretty Reckless got their name.

"Rachel, do we really need to come here?" Blaine shouted over the booming music and peoples cheers.

"Yes. I hired a band and Jordans gonna love it," Rachel gushed, Blaine just nodded and tried to look around, not succeeding because of the flashing lights and darkness.

"Hey, I got you guys drinks!" said a tall brunette, known as Jordan Phelps. He had straight brown hair that was messy from not grooming, he looked down at Blaine with his dark chocolate eyes.

"Aw thanks JJ," Rachel said, she took her pink drink with an umbrella.

"And for you sir!" Jordan proclaimed, he handed Blaine a pint of amber beer. Blaine took the cool drink in his warm sweaty hands.

"To Jordan!" Blaine yelled. He held up his pint, Rachel held up her pink drink and Jordan laughed, he looked at the floor bashfully raising his pint as well. They all clinked glasses, and the band started.

The faceless bass player started playing his guitar fast, spotlights hitting the band members. The lead vocalists face still hidden, when he raised his head Blaines eyes widened. There stood Kurt Hummel. He had eyeliner smudged around his eyes, his coif was a fiery red, piercings gleaming in the light, ripped jeans hugging his legs and his navy blue t-shirt clings to his fit torso.

"Cant count the years on one hand, that weve been together,

I need the other one to hold you, make you, make you feel better,

its not a walk in the park, to love each other."

Kurts voice filled the club giving Blaine shivers, his voice was still as soft as Blaine remembered except there was a hint of aggression. Blaine had never expected Kurt to sing Paramore though, found him more of a Fall Out Boy person, maybe even My Chemical Romance.

Kurt tried to look anywhere but Blaine, this song was not perfect for his situation. If Blaine saw him staring hed recognize him; Kurt knew him well enough to understand him even if it had been years.

"But when the fingers are interlocked, cant deny, cant deny, youre worth it,

Cause after all this time, Im still into you."

Kurt paused, he looked at Blaine. Rachel noticed this and her eyes widened, she whacked Blaine, he looked up at his friend who pointed at the stage. He looked up and stared right back at Kurt. Kurts stomach felt like when you run through a field and all the butterflies fly out of the flowers.

"I should be over all the butterflies, Im into you,

And maybe on the worst nights, Im into you,

Let me wonder how got this far, Im into you,

Now I dont really need to wonder, Im into you."

Kurt just focused on the mic, and closed his eyes not wanting to look at that bright face that left his life so long ago, breaking his heart.

Blaine watched as his old friend and maybe even lover focused on the mic in front of him. Blaine wondered what Kurt had thought of him when he left.

"Im still into you."

The song ended with a bang and the band members came up beside Kurt, he laughed, showing off his beautiful smile. A boy with big hair, stretchers and tattoos came up and kissed Kurt passionately, Kurt laughed against his lips. Blaine felt something, that was not butterflies, boil in his stomach. Was he fucking jealous? He hadnt seen this man in years and now he was jealous.

Blaine averted his eyes from the two men on stage and looked at the other band members. There was a small boy who was on the keyboard, he had blond curly hair, a neck tattoo (it was just words though, like a storybook) and he wasnt wearing shoes, just socks. Red and blue to be specific. And the guy who was playing the bass had an eyepatch, wait, was that Nick Duval? Yeah that totally was. Nick hadnt really changed, except his hair was purple and he wore a black beanie, he had spider bites and what looked like a studded eyepatch.

"Oh my god they were great. Rach!" Jordan exclaimed, he took his camera which was hanging around his neck and took a picture of the band.

After about an hour of Kurt and his band singing they finally left the stage. When Blaine went to go and talk to Rachel, who was still where they had been standing to watch the band, she was with some tall guy who looked really out of place there. Blaine shrugged and turned to find his way to the bar, where he had seen Jordan last. When Blaine had finally pushed his way through the sweaty mass of people Blaine found himself at the bar. He scanned the people and saw Jordan leaning against the wall at the end, nursing a drink and laughing with the blond keyboardist. Blaine sighed and walked out of the over stimulating club that was blasting an old Lady Gaga song.

Blaine leaned back against the gross damp wall, he took out his pack of cigarettes. The one thing after he transferred he could not give up, besides the fact that he likes dick. He clicked his lighter letting the flames burn the smoke. He took a drag from it, inhaling and exhaling.

"You know those are bad for you, right?" said a soft voice that was all too familiar

"Still dont smoke eh?" Blaine answered, breathing out from his mouth and nose like a dragon.

"My dad got cancer. I dont want cancer," Kurt replied. Blaine looked at him, concerned.

"He had it, but it went away since we treated it early enough," Kurt assured Blaine. He nodded and took another drag of his smoke.

"I dont really think anyone wants cancer, Kurt," Blaine awkwardly said. Kurt shrugged and brought out a flask of what was probably whiskey. It was always Kurts favorite kind of alcohol.

"So, hows life been?" Kurt asked after a long silence of Blaine smoking and Kurt drinking.

"Good, Ive been good," Blaine told Kurt, which wasnt a lie, but wasnt really the truth either.

"Mmmhm, what do you do?" Kurt asked, he tried to seem interested but failing.

"Um, well I go to NYU, play cello; violin, piano and guitar, work at the local Starbucks by my apartment with my friend Jordan. And I sometimes write. Its all pretty great!" Blaine replied excitedly. Kurt looked at this man he once knew, all grown up. What used to be splotchy red cheeks were replaced with sharp cheekbones and slight stubble. His hair which used to be unruly and long, was kept tidy on his head only a smidge of gel in it to keep it tamed. His Harry Potter glasses replaced with contacts, and a slim fit figure. Which Kurt didnt want to spend looking at too long, not wanting to be caught staring. Kurt didnt even know if he was gay.

"What about you?" Blaine asked, he looked at at Kurt. He looked up at Blaine a little distracted by his soft pink lips.

"Oh um I live with 3 guys, who are my band, I am in my second year at NYU and I study music. I work, well I do gigs and sometimes work at a department store." Kurt paused seeing if he forgot something,

"Oh yeah and Im extremely homosexual."

Blaine chuckled at that last comment.

"Me too," Blaine explained. Kurt almost choked on his whiskey. This man was seemingly single, attractive and his first love.

"Well cool man, I got to go though," Kurt said, trying to act all cool.

"Oh. See you later Kurt," Blaine watched Kurt head back inside."Wait!"

Kurt turned around at Blaines seemingly desperate voice, and raised his eyebrow.

"When will I see you again?" Blaine called out to him. Kurt grinned and ran back to him handing him a card then jogging off back into the club.

Blaine looked down at the business card, that read,

"The Miserable kings.

Website: .com

Number: fuck u no number."

Blaine laughed at that last one. On the other side of the card was an angsty picture of the four of them in a dark wet ally filled with smoke. On the bottom were the names, Elliot, Trey Crawford, Nick Duval and Kurt Hummel. Blaine read out loud, having not said that name for years.

Kurt Hummel.