After who knows how long, Blaine and I reluctantly let go of each other. I looked into his eyes and I could see him trying to hold back tears. He turned from me, grabbed his coffee, nodded a quick thanks to the barista and turned back to me. His face broke into a wide, toothy, teary grin and he let out a choked "Kurt." I was feeling a little overwhelmed right now, and I suddenly remembered that we were in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. I just returned his smile and gave him a small "Hi." I knew I sounded pathetic but I could have care less. I was currently feeling a tad awkward, but overwhelmingly happy. After a few more moments of just staring at each other, smiling, taking everything in, and trying to compose ourselves, he asked me if I wanted to go sit down and catch up. I probably nodded a little too enthusiastically, but after my weak "Hi" I didn't trust myself too much.

We sat down in the spot we had always shared before. A little table-booth in the corner of the restaurant. We ended up staring at each other a little longer before either of us dared to speak. But could you blame me for staring? I had been, and secretly still was, in love with him. I hadn't seen his wild curls, or gorgeous eyes, or wide smile in five years. We were both caught going down memory lane. Remembering all our years together. Starting with our first meeting on those stairs at Dalton nearly ten years ago.

Blaine spoke first. But what he said blew me away. I never knew eight words could affect me so much. Because one of the first things Blaine said to me, after five years apart, was "We meet at Dalton eight years ago today." I couldn't believe he had remembered something like that. After five years, he remembered the date of the first say we meet. Him saying those few made me fall in love with him again. All I could reply with was a simple "I know."

From there we feel into another one of our easy conversations. Flirting with each other without even trying. I think for those two hours that we sat, talked, and drank coffee we somehow feel back in time to five years prier. The time were we are a young couple head over heels in love and could spend all the rest of our lives just sitting talking. We talked about everything but the breakup. We talked about were our lives had gone. Blaine learned that I'm working on starting my own label but in the meantime working as a sales assistant at Saxs Fifth Avenue, I learned that Blaine works as a talent scout for Sony Music while he works on songs to hopefully put on an EP.

Near the two hour mark was when the real world came crashing down on me. My phone went off of and as I checked it I saw Adam flash across my screen. I knew I would have to eventually tell Blaine about Adam, but I had wanted to live in the world where I could pretend Blaine and I were a couple for a little bit longer. After two rings of starring at my screen Blaine gave me a questioning look and asked "Plan on picking that up anytime soon?" Blaine's voice shook me out of my daze and I answered my phone.

"Hey Baby!"
"Uh… Hey Adam."
"What's wrong? You sound shocked….I always call you during your lunch break."
"I didn't have work today, remember?"
"Oh yea… sorry. Was I interrupting something?"
"Sort of..."
"Oh… um okay Kurt. I guess I'll see you when I get home. Love You."
"Bye."

I hit the end button. Blaine gave me another questioning look, raising up one of his triangular eyebrows, as if to say, "What was that about?" Of course he could tell when something was off. He always could. Once he realized I wasn't talking on my own he let out a defeated sigh and asked, "Who was that?" I guess I would completely have to crush my dream world. "Adam." I said hesitantly. Blaine could completely tell I was trying to hide who Adam was and gave me sign trying to say "Who is…" I sighed and just gave up. "My Boyfriend."

(BPOV)

The moment I let Kurt go I felt cold rushing through my body. I suddenly felt lonelier than I had in a long time. I already had tears starting to form in my eyes. Damn these stupid emotions. I turned away, embarrassed, and grabbed my coffee from the barista, giving her a small nod. I turned back around and I almost dropped my coffee. The first thing I saw was Kurt's gorgeous, big blue eyes staring at me. Those eyes that had shown up repeatedly in all of my dreams and nightmares. Those eyes that looked like ocean. Those eyes that truly were the windows into Kurt's soul. It was all I could do to give out a choked up, "Kurt" and a watery smile. God, why did I always manage to embarrass myself in front of him? I could tell from the look he was starting to get in his eyes that he was slightly embarrassed, but he still managed to return my giant smile and give me a small "Hi." How could someone be so freaking adorable? I just wanted to grab him and never let him go.

We stared at each other for just a bit longer before I got up the nerve to ask Kurt if he wanted to come sit with me. Once we sat down, we managed to get lost in each other once again. But what was supposed to be expected of us? We had gone from seeing each other every day for three years to never seeing each other once over the course of the past five years. I don't think I could even explain how much I had missed Kurt. As we were going down memory lane, staring in each other's eyes, I realized what day it was. Before I even knew what I was saying, I blurted out "We met at Dalton eight years ago." Why was I such an idiot? Kurt was going to think I was little stalker who had been spending all my free time thinking about him. Even if I did spend a lot of my time doing just that, Kurt didn't need to know that! I looked over at Kurt, trying to gauge his reaction, but much to my delight I could only find pure joy on his face. He looked a little teary eyed, but that might have just been something else, I didn't want to over-read the situation. After a few moments he replied with a simple "I know." My heart started beating twice as fast with that moment. Kurt had remembered too. He still thought about me. He had remembered the first day we ever met. Kurt never had forgotten me. Maybe, just maybe, I could prove to Kurt how much I still cared about him and earn another shot at us.

From that point on we fell right back into the easy conversation we always had had with each other. We were back in our old ways of unintentionally (and sometimes intentionally) flirting and teasing each other. It all felt like we had been transported back five years. Like we were those young na�ve right out of high school kids again. Who didn't have a care in the world and were just happy to finally be in New York trying to achieve our dreams, and most importantly happy that we were doing it all together. For the first time in five years, I felt happy again. I was with Kurt. That's all it took. Sure, we weren't together, but I still had him here with me. And hopefully I could have a shot at getting him back.

We talked about anything and everything. We talked about were our lives had gone, what we had done since we had last talked, pretty much everything that had happened to us. The one thing we didn't talk about though was our break up. There was no need to bring down the happy mood of finally seeing each other again. Unfortunately though, one phone call brought my entire fantasy world to shambles.

Kurt's phone had started going off. He had an annoyed look on his face, as if he was upset that someone was interrupting out conversation. Reluctantly, he grabbed his phone out of his Marc Jacobs trench coat. As soon as he looked down at his phones tiny screen to see who was calling though, I could see his whole demeanor change. He silently glared at the phone as if it had just killed a person. After a few rings I gave him a questioning look and asked if he was planning on getting that. I heard him sigh and finally pick up the phone. Throughout the conversation I could read on his face how annoyed and uncomfortable Kurt really was. After about only a minute long conversation Kurt ended the call and looked a lot angrier than before. Confused as to what could have made Kurt's mood change so drastically I asked him who has called.

I wish I had never asked those words though. Kurt sighed and responded with a weak "Adam." Who the hell was this Adam guy? And what could he have said or done to make Kurt's mood change so much? I wanted to know so badly who he was, so when Kurt didn't give me any more information I raised my eyebrow giving him a puzzling look. Kurt sighed, it seemed as if he was giving up holding in a big secret, but finally replied with those two words that made my heart sink lower in my chest than it had ever been before.

Because apparently that Adam guy, well, he was Kurt's fucking boyfriend.