"Remember when we were teenagers and we had all those crazy dreams? We always thought we would move to New York and instantly get famous and it was so perfect. But now, look at us. Two losers in the middle of Times Square doing absolutely nothing." Blaine said while he stared at all those lights and advisements — Wondering if someday he'd be on one of those. "B, it's only been a week since we got here. Give time to time, you should stop being so damn negative. Besides, this is better than any other moment that you spent on that school suffering, that's for sure. If I was you, having to deal with all the shit that you had to deal with, I'd probably had committed suicide ages ago, so chill up." Quinn said. She noticed that Blaine was crying. "Oh, c'mon lady, why are you crying! Stop th—" Blaine burst into tears and ran away. He just went out, running, without saying anything. Quinn wondered what she'd said wrong. They were best friends and didn't hide anything from each other. Quinn knew everything about Blaine. She knew his dreams, his secrets, everything he had to deal with through all his life... They were besties since High School. Sometimes she's kind of a bitch, but she was just trying to calm him down. "Fuck!" Quinn said out loud when she saw the new "NEW YORK'S NEXT TOP MODEL" advertisement right next to the Forever 21 one, and then she finally understood why Blaine was crying and ran like a little bitch. Kurt Hummel, our dearest Porcelain, is the newest member of the judges crew, and his face was all over the place.

After two hours crying and running, Blaine finally got home. He locked himself in the room and searched for his old diary. Self torture, one would think. But he needed that. After seeing Kurt on that big screen, in one of the most famous places in the world, all he wanted was to... Punch him. Then hug him... and maybe kiss him afterwards. Kurt was an extremely good kisser, he remembered. But that was not the point right now. Blaine's 26, and after 7 years without seeing Kurt, he thought he'd be over him. He thought he'd already forgotten about him. But he hadn't. He could never forget about someone like Kurt, not even if he wanted to. He'd never forget about those blue eyes — the most amazing and beautiful eyes he's ever seen in his entire life — he'd never forget about his nose, his fluffy hair, his mouth, his whole body. He'd never forget about everything Kurt said to him. Blaine took his diary, and on its cape there was a "K+B" written surrounded by little hearts. Gosh, he was such a silly romantic back in 2005.

01/09/05
"Today was the worst day of my life. I never thought people could be so mean to me just because I'm a new student. I miss my house, but since daddy (I shouldn't call him 'daddy', after all he's done to me he doesn't deserve this nickname, but I can't hate him, even though he hates me for something that I can't be blamed for) kicked me out of my house, my mom and I had to move to Lima, Ohio, and McKinley High was the only school good enough to someone who wants to... have a good future. But some jerks wearing some red and tacky jackets threw a slushie on me, and holy shit, it hurts. Physically and psychologically, because everyone laughed. No one took one second to help me. But there was a good thing about that, when I went to the bathroom to wash my face, a guy with blue eyes (or green, I really can't tell because they're sort of... mixed?) told me "Sooner or later you'll get used to it. But if I was you, I'd bring extra clothes to school, just in case, you know?" Then he laughed and left the bathroom. He was... nice. Nicer than everyone else, at least. But unfortunately I didn't see him again today. I had 2 math classes and one grammar class, and on both of them I sat alone. I wonder if someday things are going to change, you know? What if I don't get to make friends? Am I going to be alone for the rest of the year? Will I have to have lunch locked in the bathroom every day? I just want someone...nice to be my friend. I want someone who accepts me, and loves me for who I am."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. He was so naive and lost on the beginning of that year. But after reading that page, he wanted to read more. He realized how good it is to remember certain parts of his past, and that Quinn was right, his life now is so much better now than what it used to be. So that's what he's gonna do for the rest of the day. He's going to read his diary.

01/13/05
"I found out his name!! The name of the blue eyed boy! His name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel. He's wonderful and very popular there. Everyone loves him, or at least respects him." — Blaine smiled. He always found Kurt the prettiest boy on earth, and has always had the biggest crush on him — "And guess what?! Today I didn't spend lunch alone! A very nice girl with pink hair, Quinn, invited me to sit with her. She explained me what I would have to do to survive on that school. We've had two classes together, so we had plenty of time to talk. She's adorable. Things are finally getting better. And every day that passes I want more and more to talk again with Kurt. I wonder if he would still be my friend if he knew that I am gay."

He really had no idea of what he got himself into. That diary was so... Good. But he knew that if he kept reading to it, he'd only get sad. But then his cell phone rang — It was Quinn.

"Hello?"
"Blaine. Blaine. BLAINE!"
"Yeah Quinn, I think I know my name, thanks for the help though"
"NO, YOU IDIOT! BLAINE! You won't believe on what I just saw."
"Kurt's name and face in the big lights? Yeah, if you took this long to see it, wow, you really need to buy new glasses."
"No, Blaine."
"What was it then? Rachel Berry naked?"
"Shut up! You'll get mad at me, but..."
"Just say it, Fabray."
"Kurt still wears the bracelet that you gave to him."

Blaine hung up immediately. The bracelet. That fucking bracelet. Stupid bracelet. Why Kurt was wearing it? Why Kurt still have it? Maybe Quinn was mistaken. Or maybe Kurt still remembered him. But wait a second... How did Quinn know that he was wearing the bracelet?

"Answer your phone... C'mon Quinn... Answer it... QUINN!"
"Why did you hang up, you idiot?!"
“It doesn't matter. How do you know that he's wearing the bracelet?"
"Well... If I was you I'd come here right now."
"Where are you?"
"At the 38th St and Fashion Ave."
"I'll take a cab, I'll probably be there in half an hour. Wait for me."

All he could think of when he was in the cab was about Kurt. Kurt, Kurt and Kurt. What if Kurt is there with Quinn? What if they're there drinking a coffee while they wait for him? He was too excited, but he shouldn't. The traffic was a chaos, so he just kept reading his diary.

01/20/12
"I'm shocked. I can barely breathe. HELP ME. Dear God, help. Today at history class, Kurt Hummel sat next to me. Next. To. Me. He smiled at me. SMILED. AT. ME. And I... died. No, not really, but I nearly died. He's ten thousand times prettier when he smiles. Especially when he's close to me. The teacher wasn't feeling so well so he just gave us some things to read, then Kurt took advantage of it. He asked me about my life, why I moved to Ohio, what I like to do... I answered everything. And he was extremely interested, which was... perfect. No one as pretty and as popular as him ever gave me attention before. All the girls have a big crush on him and they basically kill each other only to have the pleasure to talk to Kurt. He's very… Nice. And too perfect to be real.
And the best part of it, is that he wants to be my history partner for the rest of the year.
He wants to be friends with me."

Oh Kurt... He drives Blaine crazy. Blaine misses him. A lot. But he was also mad at him, but... He really missed Kurt.
After forty minutes he finally arrived, and then he took his phone and called Quinn.
"Quinn? Where are you?"
"Are you in the street that I told you?"
"Yes, where do I have to go now?"
"Don't freak out, okay? If you say a single word while I'm talking, I'll make sure to kick your balls as soon as I see you."
"Asshole."
"Love you too. Ok, now listen to me. The 'New York's Next Top Model' is taking new people. And Blaine, you don't have a job, this is your chance. You're beautiful, you've been a model before, and your body is completely perfect. If I was straight I would have sex with you for the rest of my life. You're irresistible. If you get into this show, you could be famous and... See him. Are you in?"
"Do you really want me to see someone who I don't talk to for the past 7 years? Someone I've been trying to forget since then? Someone who has basically ruined my life? No Quinn, thank you very much."
"You still love him. If you didn't you'd have threw that stupid diary away. If you didn't love him, you wouldn't sing 'Blackbird' every time you take a shower. Don't be such a hypocrite, Blaine. You've got a chance here, you just can't let it go away."
"... How do you know that he still wears the bracelet?"
"Because he's here, right next to me."
"R-Really? Fo-or real?"
"Aw, you are stuttering, how cute. Get your ass down here Anderson, right now. We're in the red building. Just tell the security that you're with me."
"O-Ok."
What the hell was he doing?! He was shaking so hard and he just... He just wanted to see Kurt. And give him a tight hug. But... A lot of things might have changed in 7 years. But he can't give up on this. Besides Kurt, there was also the whole career thing. Blaine's worked as a model before, part of his money came from that... It's worth a shot, the worst thing he can get is a heart broken and a "no".