June 2022

New York, New York

Blaine Anderson’s Apartment

Blaine was internally freaking out. He knew he shouldn’t be, it was Kurt for god’s sake. But then again it was Kurt, the only person Blaine had ever been in love with, and the only person he really and truly missed when he moved to London.

“Get yourself together Anderson,” he muttered, shuffling through his closet for something to wear. He had about forty minutes until he was supposed to meet Kurt at the café, and needed to leave in twenty five if he wanted to make sure that he was actually going to be there on time after all. He ended up deciding on a white and blue striped polo under a yellow cardigan, along with dark blue skinny jeans and a skinny belt that was the same color yellow as the cardigan, and looking at the time, decided to forgo the gel for the day.

As soon as he made his way down to the garage, he located his car and plugged the address of the café into his GPS, and started the drive over to Colson Patisserie, which was apparently one of Kurt’s favorite cafés in the city.

~O~O~O~

June 2022

New York, New York

Colson Patisserie

Kurt was sitting at one of the tables in the back of the small shop, sipping his mocha and watching the door for the man he was waiting for.

As soon as he saw Blaine enter he waved, and just took in the general Blaine-ness of his appearance, the cardigan and polo combo, along with the boat shoes and highwater jeans he had to smile, Blaine’s style obviously hadn’t changed much since high school, despite the lack or hair gel.

Blaine looked around the small shop and quickly spotted Kurt, and walked over to join him at the back of the shop.

“I got you a coffee,” Kurt said, handing Blaine the paper cup sitting across the table from him, and Blaine grinned.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting down at the chair across from where Kurt was seated, “So how’s your life been for the last seven years or so?” he asked, and Kurt smiled, before looking around the shop, and back to Blaine.

“Well before I get into the winding tale that is my life, maybe do you want to walk over to my apartment? It might be easier to talk there,” he said, and Blaine smiled, the almost invisible tension in his shoulders disappearing.

“That sounds great,” he said, and they both rose to stand, before leaving the shop and heading out of the shop, coffee in hand.

“Well,” he said as they started walking down 9th street, “Like I said before, when I was a sophomore I changed my major to costume design, and I love it, he said, and smiled, “I was doing the costumes for an off-Broadway musical and there was a woman in the audience who was interested in my designs,” he said, and grinned, “And Pavarotti Fashions began,” he said, and Blaine smiled.

“Your designs are fantastic Kurt, seriously, I’ve seen some fantastic things over the years, but yours are probably the best,” he said, and Kurt smiled at him.

“The best or just your favorite?” he asked, and Blaine blushed.

“You know me too well,” he said, and Kurt let out an internal sigh of relief, he had been worried that it wouldn’t be easy to be able to just talk to Blaine, but it seemed to be as easy as ever.

“I guess I do.”

~O~O~O~

June 2022

New York, New York

Kurt Hummel’s Apartment

“So here we are,” Kurt said, unlocking the door to his apartment and stepping inside, flipping on the light switch.

“It’s really nice,” Blaine said, looking into the living room, which through the three large windows had a nice view of the park across the street, “It’s very you,” he said, and Kurt smiled.

“I absolutely love it,” he said, and crouched down to untie his shoes, placing them next to the door, next to a pair of Doc Martins and a pair of running shoes, “But how’s your life been?” Kurt asked, before swallowing and adding on, “Any men?”

Blaine chuckled, “No, no men, I’ve tried dating, but there really hasn’t been anyone out there for me,” he said, and Kurt almost sighed, his heart leaping at the fact that Blaine wasn’t seeing anyone.

“Same here,” he said, and walked into the kitchen, where he threw away his disposable cup.

“It’s nice being back in the country though, I forgot just how much I missed it,” he said, smiling, and they went to go sit down in the living room.

“I think I like you being back too.”

~O~O~O~

July 2022

New York, New York

Blaine Anderson’s Apartment

When Blaine walked into his apartment, mail in hand, he immediately flopped down onto the sofa. The day had been particularly busy at the office, he had to not only go to a show in the afternoon, but he had to write an article as well (he didn’t particularly like having to write articles, but he often did for shows he was covering), and they had a staff meeting, plus he met with Kurt for lunch, and they were going out with a couple of friends that evening, in celebration of Blaine’s twenty-eighth birthday.

Blaine had mixed feelings about going out later that evening. Despite desperately needing to get out of the house and have some fun, and Kurt, Santana and Brittany were probably some of his best friends, he was truly scared of where Santana would end up dragging them, and just how drunk they would end up getting.

And Blaine honestly didn’t want to end up making out with anyone (well, he wouldn’t mind if he ended up making out with Kurt, but he couldn’t let himself think that…), and he did get rather handsy when drunk. Feeling his phone vibrate beneath them, he pulled it out of his pocket, and smiled when he saw that it was a text from Kurt.

To Blaine:

I’ll be over in half an hour to pick you up –K

Blaine smiled and sat up, typing his reply.

To Kurt:

Okay :) I’ll see you then –B

When he walked into his bedroom, he untied his bowtie and toed off his shoes, before stripping off his polo and trousers, and hopping into a quick shower.

As soon as he stepped out and gave his hair a quick towel dry, and walked over to his closet, where he ended up deciding on a tight purple button down shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, but before he could get into the bathroom to gel his hair back, the doorbell rang.

“Shit,” he muttered, rushing to the door, where he opened it to reveal Kurt, who looked fantastic in his white skinny jeans, red button down, the top few buttons unbuttoned just enough to expose the milky white of his chest, that looked simply bite-able in Blaine’s (extremely biased, because Kurt looked bite-able in anything) opinion and white scarf.

“You look fantastic,” Blaine said, before he could stop himself, and Kurt blushed, but smiled.

“As do you,” he said, looking Blaine over and smiling, “I see that you decided to forgo the gel,” he said, and it was Blaine’s turn to blush.

“I haven’t had time to go it yet,” he mumbled, reaching his hands up to smooth it down, but Kurt slapped his hands away.

“No, don’t it looks really good,” he said, and Blaine smiled.

“Well how about I go grab my wallet then, and we can be off?” he said, and Kurt nodded, stepping inside.

Blaine quickly headed into his bedroom, where he grabbed his wallet and keys, quickly putting them in his back pocket, and as a last minute decision grabbed a black fedora off of his dresser and placed it on his head, before heading out to join Kurt.

“I’m ready,” he said, and Kurt looked at his fedora before nodding approvingly.

“That’s a nice touch,” he said, before offering his arm to Blaine, who took it and forced himself not to blush, “Well let’s be off,” he said cheerily, and they went off to join the girls.