Blaine stood there rooted to the ground unable to move. He stared at the man shocked.  How does he know my name? Blaine wondered.

“Blaine, it’s you” The man spoke again. This time with a huge grin on his face.

Blaine looked at him in confusion. He recognised him but couldn’t remember where from. Blaine had met a lot of people while he had been in New York but none of them would have the money to afford that suit.

“Who are you?” Blaine asked after he realised he had been silent for too long.

The man’s face dropped and he frowned his brow. He looked hurt and confused. Blaine felt guilty, he was meant to know who this man was yet he couldn’t even remember where he had seen him before.

“It’s Kurt. Don’t you remember me?” the man said in a small voice.

Suddenly every memory Blaine had been trying to forget was flooding back into his mind. This is Kurt Hummel your best friend. The only person you ever regretted leaving. Probably the only person who even noticed you had gone. The only person you missed. No Blaine didn’t miss anyone, he had told himself that on the plane leaving Ohio.

“Kurt” Blaine said a little dazed still not knowing quite what was going on.  Why was Kurt here in New York?

“I can’t believe it. I found you. I thought I would never see you again. Where have you been?” Kurt asked in a hurry as he pulled Blaine into a tight hug.

Blaine fell into the hug and all his child hood memories came with it. His childhood memories that he had tried so hard to forget, that he had moved half way across the country to get away from.

Blaine pulled away quickly and the intense felling that had come with the hug drifted away.

“What are you doing here?” Blaine asked ignoring Kurt’s previous question.

“I live here silly.” Kurt said giving a small smile and gingerly stepping out of the puddle of coffee. “Come on lets go sit down” Kurt said gesturing to a table in the corner. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand before he had time to protest and dragged him to the small table. “Wait here I’ll go get us some more coffee.” Kurt said in a calm tone. And he went to join the queue.

Blaine watched as Kurt walked up and order there coffees. Just looking at him made Blaine remember everything he left back in Lima. Blaine had left everything that night that he ran away. He had wanted to leave it all behind. All the bullies, the school work, Rachel Berry and her not so witty comments, His family and the demands for him to do well, his brother and his need to always put him down and always making him look bad. He had never wanted to leave Kurt though.

Blaine and Kurt had been best friends since they were 10. They had grown up loving the same things; music, Art and fashion. Though Kurt was the more fashionable of the two. They went to McKinley high together, they joined glee club together, they would do everything together.  When Kurt had come out as gay Blaine shortly followed and their friendship grew stronger. They were inseparable, the best of friends.

When Blaine started to get bullied because of his height Kurt would always be there to defend him and wash the slushy out of his hair. The bullies are what did it, what made Blaine’s life unbearable. He could block out his brothers snide remarks and his parents complaints. He could ‘forget’ to do his homework and he could talk to Kurt to avoid Rachel. But the Jocks were everywhere. Round every corner with a slushy in hand or an arm out ready to push him into a locker. He couldn’t avoid them, he couldn’t ignore them either. So he ran from them. Ran away from everyone. Ran away from his life. Living in New York was hard but it was never as hard as the life he lived in Lima.

Kurt returned to the small table with two coffees. “One medium drip for you” Kurt said in a cheerful tone as he passed Blaine his coffee.

“You remembered my coffee order?” Blaine asked in surprise.

“Of course I did what sort of friend would forget that? Anyway how have you been?” Kurt asked.

“Um good thanks. But when did you move here?” Blaine asked still wondering why the hell Kurt was here.

“I moved to New York last year. I got a job as editorial assistant at Vogue. I couldn’t believe it I was only out of collage a few months and they practically begged me to take the job.”

“Good” was all Blaine said. Well that explains the suit Blaine thought.

“So what have you been doing with yourself? I bet you’re the lead in some big time show on Broadway you always did have a beautiful voice.” Kurt said happily.

He looked so excited, Blaine couldn’t tell him he hadn’t had a job the whole time he had been in New York. Kurt had always told Blaine he could go far with a music career. It was one of the reasons Blaine had moved to New York, in hope of getting a role in a musical and becoming big. So he lied. “Yeah I’m in...." What musicals is there Blaine think. Blaine hadn’t seen a musical since he was seventeen. Wait there was one he remembered Rachel talking about, she said she that the part was made for her but there was defiantly a male lead as well, he remembered Finns face when Rachel told him he could star alongside her. What was it called? Blaine thought. “Phantom of the opera" Blaine said a little too enthusiastically.

"Really I thought that finished two years ago? “Kurt said curiously.

"Um..." Shit Rachel had said she would star in the last performance Blaine thought “I’m in the new version" Blaine said hastily

"There’s a new version? I haven’t heard of that. I used to love Phantom of the opera." Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine nodded in acknowledgement and took a sip of his coffee.

"So who do you play in phantom?" Kurt asked.

Shit I don’t know any of the characters names Blaine thought. He had left all his musical knowledge back in Ohio. "Um… I play the lead" Blaine said in an unconvincing voice.

"So you play the Phantom? Unless it’s a drag version of Course. You always did look good in tight pants." Kurt said a small smile coming onto his face.

"Yeah I play the Phantom" Blaine replied sounding a little more convincing.

"Maybe I could talk to my boss see if we can do an article about the musical. I could get you some coverage" Kurt said excitedly.

"No, no it’s fine, really." Blaine said in a panicked voice. What If Kurt found out about him? He would be so disappointed, so hurt that Blaine had lied to him. "I should be going, It was great seeing you" Blaine said in a rush as he stood up, grabbing his coffee.

"Wait, Blaine you can’t just leave I haven’t seen you five years you can’t just shake me off." Kurt said in a panic.

"I’m sorry I really have to go. I’m going to be late for...for rehearsals"

"Wait, at least give me your number" Kurt said in a hurry

"I can’t I...I lost my phone" This wasn’t actually a lie. Blaine had lost his phone the first night he had stayed on the streets. He suspected someone had stolen it rather than himself actually losing it but still he didn’t have a phone.

"Well take my number then. Call me. Please Blaine I missed you so much in high school after you left.”

Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes. He could see the pain in them, the pain that was there because of Blaine. “Fine" Blaine said just loud enough for Kurt to hear. Blaine reached out and took the small card from Kurt, barely glancing at it before he stuffed it into his pocket.  Blaine then turned around and walked towards the door not bothering to look back.

“Bye” Kurt said in a raised voice. Blaine ignored the Farwell and carried on towards the door. When Blaine was back out in the cool wind he quickly walked off towards the nearest subway entrance. He quickly ran down the steps. When he reached the bottom he looked around. There was no one else here. Blaine walked over to the deserted bench and sat down. He pulled the card Kurt had given him out of his pocket. He stared at it for a moment, thinking about how far Kurt had gone with his life. It was Kurt’s business card and had the Vogue loge in the top right corner. Kurt always loved fashion. Along with Broadway, working for Vogue was one of his lifelong dreams. How had Blaine remembered that he had spent years trying to forget his old life and just seeing Kurt for five minutes had brought all that back.

Blaine looked at the card again. It looked sleek and professional just like Kurt. Blaine could feel the tears build up in his eyes. He hadn’t cried for five years.  He felt guilty and useless. How was it fair that Kurt could have such a good life and Blaine have nothing. He scrunched his hand into a tight ball crushing the card. Blaine leaned over the bench and through the scrunched up paper into the bin. Hoping that all the bad feelings inside of him would go with it.