From Blaine:

(09:21)

Got home safe and sound last night. Wanna spend the afternoon with me? I get off from classes around 3. 4:30 in front of your building? =) have a nice day! – B

Kurt started the new week with mixed feelings. Immediately after waking up, he missed the carelessness of the Spring break, but right after that he remembered all the exciting things that were waiting for him this week.

He was toweling his newly washed hair when he heard his phone buzz, checked it, and decided that yep, this day was definitely going to be awesome. He replied quickly, finished getting ready and left for classes.

He got off a little earlier than Blaine, but still had an essay to scan through till the next day, and he wasn’t planning on getting back too early from whatever they would be doing with Blaine. So he went back to his room at 2, and finished reading just before 4:30. He quickly styled his hair, put on a nice scarf, and hurried downstairs.

To be honest, he wasn’t prepared for what was waiting for him there. There he was, Blaine, leaning against his car casually, smiling wildly, wearing a gray-ish check plaid shirt, a light brown vest, dark blue jeans and white shoes. He was the same boy Kurt said good-bye to a week ago, but he really wasn’t.

Sooo many things happened since Kurt last saw him. First of all, he had time to process that Sunday walk. But he also had time to dream about the boy, to admit his attraction to the boy, and they also had a fight, albeit via mail. And, as general truth holds, trust is built along conflicts and hardships.

The boy standing in the lot was someone Kurt himself admitted to be like home. And this notion hit him right in the chest the moment he exited the building, and saw Blaine.

After a few initial, hesitant steps Kurt decided not to hold back, and ran the remaining few meters. Blaine realized his intentions and, if possible, smiled even wider, and stretched his arms, to welcome Kurt into his arms. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck, who, in return, gently, but strongly hugged Kurt’s back. They stayed like that for a minute, hanging on to each other, until finally Blaine spoke.

“Gosh, I missed you.” It sounded like Blaine himself just realized how much.

Kurt started to let go, and pondered on saying something similar to Blaine, but decided against it. He wasn’t ready for that kind of exposure. Out loud.

“So, where to?” asked Kurt instead, gesturing towards the car with his head.

“Oh, right. Kurt, I need a favor. But please, feel free to say no.” Blaine said in earnest.

“Okay?”

“Will you go shopping with me?”

Kurt laughed out, which elicited a chuckle from Blaine as well.

“Of course I will. Lead the way, good sir.” A thought crossed Kurt’s mind. My favorite things together.

“Hop in.” Blaine said. When they settled in the car Kurt was fiddling with his seatbelt, and realized only moments later that Blaine was lost in thought, gazing at him intently.

“What?” Kurt asked softly, smiling.

“You look amazing.” Blaine said simply. Kurt bushed. This was very different, hearing it face to face than reading it in a message. He wasn’t trying toimpress the boy at all, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a black v-neck, his scarf was the only one anything special . I look amazing? You look amazing! Effing gorgeous. He thought, but said nothing.

“Thank you.” Kurt breathed. “So, how was the way back yesterday?”

“Oh, it was fine.” Blaine said, starting the car. “It was quiet. We were both pretty exhausted. Did you manage to catch up with everything? School-work, I mean.” And with that Kurt launched into explaining in great details everything he had to get done during the break, his first classes today, some of his idiotic classmates and teachers, and some who were rather inspiring. The shortish ride was over just when he finished rambling.

“We’re here.” Blaine stated. When Kurt looked around, he realized they came to the mall. He wasn’t so sure they’d find anything fit for Blaine. He didn’t think very highly of the general quality of the shops in this mall. “You wanna eat something before we get started?”

“No, I’m good. Maybe later?”

“Yeah, sure. So, where do you want to start?”

“Me? You’re the one doing the shopping.”

“We’ll see about that.” Blaine said, winking at the boy, and took off in the direction of his favorite shops in the mall.

Turns out, Kurt wasn’t entirely right. The part of the mall he was used to was, indeed, of somewhat poor quality, or at least of inferior taste than he prided himself to have. But there was a part of the mall where Kurt rarely wandered into. Mainly because of the price-tags.

Well, apparently, Blaine had no such objections. And, yes, the shops he dragged Kurt into were of excellent quality. And a price-range so high, Kurt couldn’t help but feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Kurt, look at me.” Blaine said, sensing Kurt’s discomfort at the first shops they entered. “First of all, we don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to anymore. I’m serious.”

“No, it’s not that…” Kurt started.

“Second. Please, don’t feel bad about the prices. I just want to have fun, and I love trying on things that are high quality. I’m sure we’ll find something you’d want to try. We don’t have to buy anything. I mean I am looking for something, but even if we don’t buy a damn thing, we have every right to look around.”

“Yes, I know… Still.”

“I know. And this isn’t my usual price range either, trust me. But I do want to have a suit I can wear for the rest of my life, and I thought it was worth giving serious money for.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll tap into my fashionista role.” Kurt gave in.

“Thank you.” Blaine said simply, and started looking.

They were in the fourth or fifth store, Blaine trying on suits in each, but found nothing he fell in love with. But he didn’t give up. He made his way to the change room, this time only one suit in hand. He found something.

The room at the back of the store was basically a line of little booths along a wide corridor, curtains covering each at the front. From the silence the boys knew they were alone. There was a huge mirror outside, at the end of the corridor, as well as smaller ones inside the booths, and a few leather sofas for those waiting outside. Kurt chose one to sit on, waiting for Blaine to change.

Blaine went into a booth, and set to “work”. They talked their way through Blaine’s changes in the previous stores as well. So Blaine spoke up from behind the curtain again.

“I know how mirrors work, and I’m still tricking myself into thinking otherwise.”

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, voice loud enough only for Blaine to hear him easily.

“Well, you know. I’m a photographer of some sorts. I know how an image can distort reality. But I also know some people say reality is what you perceive, not what objectively is there. On the other hand, I’m familiar with stage performances, I know how self-conscious actors can get. It’s all about what the audience sees. So what is reality? Is it what I see in the mirror? Or is it what others see in me? Or is it what can be captured on a photo? Because I sure as hell know those three are very different things. You know?” and with that Blaine, who finished changing into the suit, stepped out of the booth.

His eyes immediately fell to Kurt, who was still sitting on the sofa, but was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, and head bent down, his face resting on his palms. Blaine suddenly realized his “mistake”.

“God, Kurt, I’m so insensitive. I’m sorry, you wrote explicitly… and I forgot, I was just ranting on and on, I didn’t mean to trigger anything.”

“No, hey, don’t apologize. You were just philosophizing, and I lo…” Kurt slowly raised his head, but was struck mid-sentence, because, Jesus Christ Blaine took his breath away.

The way Kurt’s eyes widened comically, and his mouth fell open made Blaine chuckle.

“That good, huh?” He said, and stepped in front of the outside mirror, so he could look at himself, again. The suit he chose, and by now fell in love with was of burgundy color, slick, silk-like, elegant, yet extravagant, and, well, Kurt couldn’t deny that, hugged Blaine’s body in all the right places.

“Blaine, this is it. I’m telling you. With a white shirt, black bow tie, gosh, it’ll be perfect.”

“Well, thank you, I’m glad you approve.” Blaine said, smiling confidently at his reflection, and for a moment was lost in how good it was to feel like a big-shot man in the expensive suit. Then, as he was still looking in the mirror, his eyes fell on the boy behind him, still sitting on the sofa, looking pensive, and somewhat somber.

Blaine didn’t miss the look in Kurt’s eyes when he stepped out of the booth, Kurt was amazed, Blaine knew that. He didn’t know whether it was the suit or him, but it wasn’t important right now. He just wanted to show Kurt that he himself deserved to be looked at with the same hungry, insatiable, adoring eyes, as Blaine’s suit received. And he needed a cover. He knew how easily Kurt could’ve caught him staring at him adoringly, any time, really. It wasn’t because of the clothes he was wearing. But he needed something, and additional layer, so that he could stare at Kurt openly, tell him what he thought, and have Kurt believe him.

“Kurt.” Blaine said softly, breaking the melancholic trance Kurt was in.

“Yes?” The boy looked up, holding the eye-contact in the mirror.

“I want you to go back in the main room, and choose whatever suit you like. I want you to try it on.”

“What? Blaine, why? You know I don’t have that kind of money.” Kurt protested.

“I don’t care. What is it with you and potential fun? Are you allergic? Please. Do it for me, please.” His voice was outright pleading.

“Okay. But it may take a while.” Kurt gave in, and stood up from the sofa. He would generally prefer sticking to a plan and not act on an impulse, but that was something Blaine was helping him with. Blaine flashed an excited smile at him, wriggled his eyebrows, and then sat down to wait for the boy.

It was a surprise to both of them how quickly Kurt found a suit he wanted to try on. So he went back to the backroom where Blaine was waiting, slipped into one of the booths, and changed into the elegant clothes. He didn’t look in the mirror in the tiny booth, he was merely following orders. He stepped out, so Blaine could look at him quickly and he could change back. He didn’t like this whole cat-walk vulnerability.

But Blaine was determined to turn that uncomfortable feeling into something fun and pleasant. Or even flattering… And he didn’t even have to force this. He knew what he thought of Kurt, he just had to make the boy believe him.

And that was the difficult part. Because the moment Kurt stepped out of the booth Blaine found himself in an unusual situation. His smooth charm was replaced by a sudden inarticulacy, and, well, gaping. Kurt chose a very simple black suit, but it was tailored in a way that showed off all of his assets. His legs and waist got the emphasis they deserved, as well as his arms and chest, but more than anything, the suit gave Kurt a posture that summed up everything Blaine considered so perfect about the boy. He seemed elegant, and confident, someone who can have everything he sets his eyes on, but never gets pushy. He combined the youthful with powerful, and Blaine had no choice but stare, tilt his head, shake it slightly in disbelief, and smile. An adoring, encouraging smile.

“Yes, I know, this suit is beautiful.” Kurt said, being a little nervous under Blaine’s intense gaze.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, finally finding his voice.

“What, you don’t like it?” Kurt’s face was puzzled.

“Oh, no, I love the suit, don’t get me wrong. But didn’t you look in the mirror?”

“Um, no, to be honest, I didn’t.” Kurt said, looking at Blaine, implying he didn’t intend to change that.

“Well, then you’re missing the whole point. Come here.” Blaine commanded softly, and reached for Kurt’s hand so he could lead him in front of the huge mirror at the end of the corridor. He tucked Kurt in front of him, and stood behind him, close enough so he could peek above Kurt’s shoulder. They were both facing the mirror now. But only Kurt could be seen.

“What?” Kurt asked impatiently. He was looking into Blaine’s eyes in the mirror.

“Kurt, don’t look at me. Would you look at yourself, please? Can’t you see?” He wished Kurt would let himself be more free.

“See what?” Kurt looked. He did, but didn’t understand.

“How perfect you are…” Blaine breathed finally, his eyes moving slowly along Kurt’s reflection.

“Oh, come on.” Kurt didn’t like this one bit. He turned to step away, but was stopped when Blaine reached over his shoulders from behind, and with gentle hands took hold of the lapels of the suit, adjusting them a little.

“Kurt, you look like someone who stepped out of a magazine. Without the dumb-numb facial expression. Your body is perfect. But that’s only part of it. Look. You’re glowing. You radiate this majestic grace with every fiber of your being. Are you telling me you don’t see any of this?”

Kurt had no answer to that. He still wasn’t looking at himself, his eyes were fixed on Blaine’s. And he could hardly believe the hungry look in them. It wasn’t lustful. It was a look of pure awe, and Kurt couldn’t put his finger on this feeling that started to build in him because of it. His nervousness faded, his embarrassment was long gone, and it was now that he dared to look at himself thoroughly, to see whether he can find what Blaine was talking about.

And yes, it was different. He was different. And he knew he wasn’t different because Blaine was looking at him adoringly, he wasn’t different because of the suit. He was different because the past few weeks he’s done more to find himself than in the previous years together. He wasn’t a final product, not that that was the aim. But he’s been working hard on finding his own happiness, and the way he treated and respected his own needs and desires in the past weeks meant all the difference in the world.

He had to realize, his old habit of fearing the mirror was just that. An old habit. Before, when he would look into a mirror he would look for all the imperfections that reminded him how far he was from being content. But now? Now, when he looked in the mirror he saw a young man, a man who set out to find himself and live life to the fullest. And that alone gave the spark of his eyes. And yes, Kurt saw that now, he did look radiant. Beautiful? He wouldn’t say that. But glowing? Yes.

“I don’t think it’s the suit…” Kurt said softly, eyes now finding Blaine’s again.

“Never said it was.” Blaine held his gaze.

Kurt laughed, barely audible, and went to step away from the mirror. Not out of embarrassment, nor out of impatience. He just wanted to take his normal clothes back, and spend more time with Blaine. Outside of shops.

Ten minutes later they were walking along a small road, on the sidewalk, ice-cream in hand. Blaine’s suit was taken care of, and they wanted to take a little walk, the direction of which was set by Blaine, but Kurt didn’t mind. This was all he needed. A quiet street, Blaine, and the delicious strawberry ice-cream he had in hand.

“Kurt, stop me if this is something you don’t want to talk about, but do you think your dad consciously rearranged his parental role after your mom’s death?” Blaine’s question was out of the blue. Kurt had told the boy about her mother, he trusted him, of course he did. This question wasn’t offensive, or hurtful at all, it just caught him off guard.

“Dunno. Why do you ask?”

“I’m not sure…” Something was definitely on Blaine’s mind, Kurt knew him enough to know that. “I was just thinking about parental roles in general. You know? Whether there’s such a thing as a mother’s responsibility, or a father’s responsibility. And, you know, your dad popped into my head. I’m sure it was kind of obvious who did what when you were born, but after she died… Was he trying to be two of them at the same time?”

“Um, well, I guess, in a way, yes. But never in the sense that today I’m in mommy mode, tomorrow you’ll get your dad again.” Kurt thought for a second, then continued. “I think it was more instinctive on his part, I guess. He was just trying to be supportive, with whatever was going on in my life. But yeah, I guess before Mom died, they had their own roles. But not as a man and a woman. More like whatever came natural to them on the basis of their dynamics. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s actually why I asked. That’s how I imagined your parent.” He stopped for a moment. “It wasn’t exactly what I saw at home. I guess we were more strictly conventional. I think that’s why for a long time I couldn’t imagine having children. What happens when two men raise a child?”

“And now? Do you wanna have kids?”

“It was never a question of wanting them. It’s just now I can see there are other models, different from my own family. Now that I’m older I know it’s not about the gender of your parents. I mean it must be challenging, but I think I want that challenge.”

“You do?”

“Well, someday…” Blaine chuckled, and went back to his slowly melting coffee flavored ice-cream.

As they were walking, every now and again people would pass them by, and Blaine noticed Kurt would subtly turn around and look at them. Men, mostly. He didn’t know if he should ask Kurt about it, or not, but he had to admit, he was a little bothered by it. Kurt seemed to measure up a lot of guys, and Blaine suddenly felt a little insecure. And confused. As to why Kurt would feel it necessary to openly gaze at potential preys, or what was it?

Blaine’s mind wandered for a moment. He knew nothing about Kurt’s past boyfriends, or lovers, or one-night stands, or whatever. He knew one thing, something Kurt trusted him with. That he was a virgin. But that didn’t necessarily mean Kurt wasn’t the “hunter-type”. Oh, gosh, that even sounded weird.

“Do you think confidence is in correlation with sexual experience?” Blaine blurted out.

“I’m sorry?” Kurt asked back, not really trusting his ear.

“Um, I was just wandering if you think the more partners one has, the more confident he becomes.” Blaine tried to keep his voice emotionless. He was simply curious. Right…

“Well, I guess there are people who gain confidence from that, but I’m not a huge believer of that, no. It’s a complex thing, and it depends on how you define sexual experience, and confidence. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. You seem awfully confident sometimes…I mean, not necessarily about your looks, but, you know.” Blaine was trapped, he knew that.

“Excuse me?” Kurt turned his head towards the boy. “Are you asking me if I had a lot of partners, or not?”

“Gosh, no, geez, Kurt, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s none of my business.” Blaine blushed, and didn’t know his way out of this.

“So, why do you ask then?” Kurt was thoroughly amused.

“Youturnafteralotofmen.” Blaine said as quickly as possible. He just wanted this to be over with.

“I do not.” Kurt said, shocked.

“Yeah, you do. And there’s nothing wrong with it, I was just wandering…”

“Blaine, I swear to you, I don’t turn around for men.” Kurt said, eyes boring into Blaine, trying to make the boy believe him.

“Kurt. I have no right to tell you what to do. I just noticed it.”

“Blaine. I promise you I did not.”

“What about that blond guy, just a minute ago?” Blaine wasn’t interrogating, he just had a point to make.

“Blond guy? Blaine… Oh my god. Blaine, I didn’t realize. I was looking at his scarf.”

“You what?”

“The scarf. It was cashmere.”

“And the short, brown guy?”

“You mean the one with the awesome skinny jeans?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, those were amazingly tailored, you have to admit.”

“I wouldn’t know…” Blaine said, voice barely audible.

“Blaine, look at me.” He did. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was turning after people, but I swear to you, I’m not out on a man-hunt. I think I just don’t even realize when my fashion-lover self takes over. It’s about amazing pieces of clothes. I’m not measuring up men, I promise.” Kurt explained.

“It’s not like you owe me an explanation, Kurt.” Blaine felt bad about even bringing it up.

“But I do.” Blaine’s head snapped up. Say what? “I’m out, walking with you, talking to you, you shouldn’t feel like I don’t pay attention. Because I do. I swear. I only have ears for you.” And Kurt smiled reassuringly.

Blaine felt a little disappointed by the answer, on the other hand, he was relieved Kurt wasn’t checking out men while being with him. This rush of relief prompted him to a bold move.

“Kurt, do you believe in friendship between two people who are attracted to each other?” There it was, Blaine thought, you can’t really interpret that in too many ways… Except for the fact that Blaine did tend to ask the most random things out of the blue, and Kurt did tend to enjoy them just for the sake of philosophizing, not really reading between the lines.

“Ah, the eternal question. I don’t know. I mean I like to think so, yeah. I mean I’m trying to be realistic, and I think at one point one of the parties will want there to be more, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything mutual. You know.” Kurt drifted off for a second. He thought of the dreams he had of the boy who was mere feet away from him right now. But those were very separate from his friendship towards Blaine. He found Blaine attractive, yeah, but that didn’t affect how he thought of the boy.

“So, you don’t think they will end up together.”

“No, I don’t think that’s how it works.” Kurt said. And his tone had a sense of finality in it, so Blaine didn’t push further.

At this point the boys reached a playground, but since it was late in the afternoon, there were only a few children there, with their parents. They entered the little fence-surrounded area and headed to a bench. When they sat down, Kurt wanted to ease their silence that stretched since their previous topic.

“Is it good?” He asked, gesturing to the ice-cream in Blaine’s hand.

“Oh my god, amazing. Wanna taste?” And with that Blaine offered the ice-cream for Kurt. He held it out in his hand, for Kurt to lick. The boy raised his hand to Blaine’s, to hold it in place while he leaned forward, and closed his eyes, without consciously realizing it, and licked at the ice-cream.

When he opened his eyes, he smiled widely. He was about to say how delicious the ice-cream was when a man stepped in front of the bench they were sitting on.

“Boys, I don’t think you should force the kids to this watch porn in a playground.” The man was around 40, maybe a little younger. He wasn’t very tall, he clearly tried to use his standing position to seem menacing. It didn’t really work, the boys were more appalled than anything else.

It was Kurt who found his voice faster.

“Food porn, you mean.” He said cheekily. “You don’t want to teach the kids how to share ice-cream.”

“You know damn well that’s not what I meant.” The man continued. “We both know it’s more than ice-cream you swap like that, and I don’t want to have to explain to my kid why two fags can even enter a playground by daylight.”

“I assume you would suggest we come here by night, then, to eat ice-cream.” Kurt was seeing red, but tried to keep his calm. With not much success.

At this point Blaine rose from the bench, to get to eye-level with the stranger.

“Um, Mr… ?” He held out his hand for introduction.

“Jones.” The man said reluctantly, and shook Blaine’s hand. It was evident he was almost in pain.

“Hi, I’m Blaine Anderson. Mr. Jones, I must say it’s a terribly interesting point you raise, albeit implicitly. I assume you are saying that sexual orientation has anything to do with one’s ability to go to a playground, share ice-cream with a friend, or be around children.”

The man was about to answer when Blaine continued. His voice was steady, calm, and if it wasn’t for the impossible situation, Kurt would have said charming, even.

“Sir, I feel like I have to tell you, there is a high chance that among the dozen or so children playing in the playground right now there’s someone who will turn out to be gay, when they are old enough to realize it. This, however, is totally irrelevant of what they are doing now, or the people they are surrounded with. Right now, for all I can see, what’s important to them is to have somebody to play with, and have their parents here with them, so they can go home to eat dinner when they get hungry. I don’t think they are in the slightest bit interested in what’s going on with anyone outside their playing field.” Blaine managed to sound patronizing and respectful at the same time, something Kurt couldn’t wrap his head around yet.

“And, although you didn’t ask me” Blaine continued “I should tell you, I agree with you. Porn is something that is best watched age-appropriately. This, however, what you saw, was nothing else than a gesture I guess your kid sees anytime your wife cooks a delicious meal. It’s the farthest thing from being inappropriate. And as for your point of being forced to explain something to your son. Well, Mr. Jones, I’ll have to agree with you on that one. Kids are curious creatures, but they will grow up to live in the real world. Feel free to talk to them about how yours is not the only option for a family model. Oh, and please, the next time you go around prophesying about an epidemic, check your facts. This is the 21st century.”

“Who do you think you are, you little shit?” The man was clearly out of patience. And arguments… Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle at this desperate attempt of offending him.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“Well, sir, if that’s your heart’s desire, I think it’s best if you just left.” Blaine said, face serious again. The power radiating from him would’ve had a king kneel, Kurt felt.

The man turned around, and went away, mumbling something angrily, that sounded like I should call the police or something…

Blaine sat back down, and after long minutes, looked at Kurt for the first time. The boy seemed very distressed, and hurt. Blaine didn’t care about the man one bit, but for making Kurt’s beautiful face so gloomy he could’ve gone after him in a heartbeat.

“Wanna walk some more?” He asked softly, placing his palm of Kurt’s thigh to calm him a little.

“Yeah.” Kurt said in a broken voice.

They stood up, and exited the playground, heading back in the mall’s direction, back to Blaine’s car.

“Kurt, you know he was harmless, right?” Blaine asked a few minutes later.

“Yes, yes, of course I know that. I didn’t get upset about him. I mean I did, he was a dickhead, but I don’t care about that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just hate that he’s only a drop in the ocean. I could argue all day, and I know I’d be right every time, and still, there are millions of people thinking just like him. Not even caring if what they’re saying is true or not.”

“Kurt, listen to me. Don’t say that. One person at a time, okay?” He paused to see whether Kurt got the message. He went on. “Can you imagine this jerk going up to a gay couple next time and start with the same bullshit?”

“No, I guess not.”

“There you go. I know it’s hard, but don’t let them put you down. The important thing is to know you’re right, and to be brave enough to say it. Which you, by the way, did amazingly.”

“Come on, you were the one saving the day.” Kurt said.

“No, trust me. I only stopped you because I realized he’d react badly to your sarcasm. But trust me, there are people who’d eat me alive, and would run away screaming at your witty remarks.” Kurt thought about that for a second, and assumed Blaine was right. This didn’t happen that many times before, so he guessed Blaine was the more experienced in seeing what type of reaction was most efficient.

And, Kurt had to admit, it was pretty great to see Blaine in action. Even if Kurt was overwhelmed by this feeling of hopelessness, he never, not even for a second thought of being overwhelmed by this guy. Having Blaine there was an amazing reassurance. He didn’t wait for Blaine to perform miracles, he had his own means. He knew he’d be okay without Blaine’s support, but he felt grateful he didn’t have to be.

The way home was quick, and a little tired. They had a pretty emotional afternoon, and both of them had school the next day. So when they arrived and Blaine stopped the car in front of Kurt’s building, the boys quickly mumbled a see you around, and Kurt got out of the car with one last smile.

He didn’t get far thought when he felt Blaine tug at his hand from behind. And in a moment he was enveloped in a soothing hug. Both relaxed into the touch, and stood there, in silence. Kurt’s mind was reeling with so many thoughts, mainly he was amazed how much was communicated between them with hugs.

“Good night, Kurt.” Blaine whispered in his ear. “Full circle.” The boy said, and Kurt knew this was the perfect end to the evening, because symbolically it meant it just re-started.

The minute Blaine let go Kurt missed the touch. But he smiled anyway. For some weird reason he enjoyed this ache, this longing feeling that he had someone in his life he couldn’t get enough of.