(KPOV)

I woke up this morning just like I always did. Went through the same routine. But after having my coffee from Starbucks (Adam and I’s coffee shop), I still felt like I hadn’t had any coffee at all. Apparently even my coffee was getting too dull and lifeless for me. I decided maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get another coffee from Blaine and I’s coffee shop, Ninth Street Espresso. They did always have the best coffee in town. I walked in and was waiting in line behind a guy with a head full of untamed dark brown curls. His skin was slightly tanner than most and he was fairly muscular. I immediately thought of Blaine. I told myself not to be silly, my mind was just playing games with me, there was no way Blaine would still come here. Especially since for two years I came here after our break up and he wasn’t here once. I just ignored the pull I felt towards this stranger in front of me. Well, that is until the barista asked for this mans name and he replied with Blaine.

I gasped. It couldn’t be true. Was this really Blaine in front of me? The love of my life that I hadn’t seen in 5 years? The man who had stolen my heart the moment his eyes met mine on that spiral staircase at Dalton? The man that had later crushed my heart, but never gave me back the pieces? The man who I had never stopped loving? I couldn’t believe it. Yet despite all the hell I’d gone through the past 5 years and all the anger I had towards him because of how he broke my heart, I couldn’t help but notice how my heart skipped a beat. It was as if for the first time in a long time my heart swelled a little. I could slowly feel a few of the pieces of my broken heart come together. I always had known that Blaine would forever hold my heart. He was the only person who could ever truly break it, and the only person who could put the pieces back together.

I guess Blaine had heard my slight gasp and he turned around. For the first time in five years I looked into Blaine’s big brown eyes with the millions of gold specs that I used to get lost in for hours. I couldn’t help but feel my heart fix itself a little more by seeing his eyes. I could tell he was shocked to see me. But I saw a flicker of something else behind his eyes, it was short but I could have sworn I saw some relief in his eyes to see me again. He let out a questioning and shaky “Kurt?” I didn’t trust myself to speak a coherent sentence, so I just nodded my head hesitantly. Before I knew what was happening he jumped into my arms. It took me a few seconds to comprehend everything that was going on, but once I figured it out I wrapped my arms around him too.

Adam's hugs had never felt like this. Blaine was holding me tight, as if he thought if he didn’t hold onto me for his life we would both disappear into thin air. Not that I was much different. I held Blaine as close to my body as I possibly could. I could feel Blaine all around me. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head on my shoulder, I placed my nose into his wild curls and let his smell intoxicate me. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I don’t remember the person behind me finally getting annoyed and just going ahead and ordering. All I knew is after five long, lonely years, I was finally felt like I was home. Because I was home, Blaine would always be my home. And for those moments, in Blaine’s arms, everything felt right again.

(BPOV)

I don’t know what it is that lead me to Ninth Street Espresso this morning.

All I knew was all of a sudden I was standing outside the cute little coffee shop, opening the door, and doing a sweep of the room. I felt my heart drop a little when I didn’t see Kurt. But what was I thinking? I would come here every now usually after nights where I would have dreams the left me particularly missing Kurt, but I hadn’t seen Kurt here in two years. Why would he all of a sudden come? I tried to ignore the way I felt my heart drop a little lower though, I couldn’t help but think of the fact I would probably never see Kurt again. I wish I could have just one more moment with him. To hold him in my arms and tell him why I did what I did. I know I couldn’t, make up for what I did, but I could at least explain. To stop myself from thinking about that more, I distracted myself by looking at my emails. I got one about not being needed at work today. Just great, now I would have all day with nothing to think about but Kurt. When it was finally my turn, I gave my name and order to the barista and heard a quiet gasp behind me.

I turned around, and my heart stopped.

Kurt was right there, standing behind me. In our little quiet coffee shop.

Kurt.

The boy who hadn’t left my mind for five years. The boy who I would do anything for. The boy who had always and still did hold my heart. The boy whose heart I broke. The boy who I still loved with every part of my body. I wasn’t thinking. I just ran into his arms and held onto him for dear life. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Kurt was everywhere. After a few moments I felt Kurt put his arms around me and hold onto me as well. I could smell that smell that was uniquely Kurt as I laid my head on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck, the place. I had always fit so perfectly. Time had stopped. It was only Kurt and I. His arms around me, my arms around him. After being apart for five years, we were finally together again. That moment something changed within me. I had always known I couldn’t live without Kurt, no matter how hard I tried. But after going without him for so long, I knew I could never let him go again. Never. Not as long as I lived. Kurt was my soul mate, my missing puzzle piece. And without him, well I wasn’t complete.