Saying that Kurt was pissed off would be the biggest understatement of the year; he was beyond pissed. Talk to him and you'll probably burn to death just by his glare. He has tried to finish all his appointments as quick as he can but as soon as he was done with one, another one adds up to the pile. By the end of the 2nd week of October, he was ready to burst in flames.

The fact that it was party season because of Halloween wasn't helping either; invitations were made here and there and everyone knew this is good for free publicity but for once, Kurt wasn't having any of it. He couldn't help but think, you didn't even invite me last year. Kurt groaned as Alex gratefully accepted another Halloween invitation.

"How many do I have to attend?" Kurt finally asked, using his cold bottled water to cool his head off. It felt great on his forehead if he was going to be honest.

"So far we got early Halloween parties this week. And today actually, they've arranged for the cast and crew to have a party after 'Sing!' wraps up." She smiled. Kurt rolled his eyes.

He sat up straight as an idea hit him. "Right, it's the last day of filming and all I have to do is attend parties." Kurt said aloud, smiling to himself. He turned to Alex, an innocent look on his face. "I brought my own car, is it okay if I drive to Chandler's?" Kurt asked.

Alex narrowed her eyes at him. "It's okay, only if I get in with you. I'm not going to leave you in your car alone." She said. Kurt scowled at her; expect Alex to always get in between him and Blaine. No, that's not fair, she was practically the one who brought you two together.

He sighed, finally agreeing to Alex's wish and the woman smugly smiled.

So when filming ended and everyone said their thanks and goodbyes, Kurt went straight to his car. He wasn't going to give up fighting to leave but Alex was quick on his heels, riding shotgun. It's as if she doesn't want to have a vacation herself. You can't understand the woman: one moment she's complaining about her work schedule and the other she's not willing to let it go.

"So Kurt, tonight you'll be—"

"I want coffee." Kurt blurted out before Alex finished whatever she was going to say. Alex stared at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow as she did so. "I really, really want coffee right now."

"Okay." Alex dragged out the word, clearly suspicious of Kurt's actions. Kurt kept his eyes on the road, careful not to show any emotion on his face but he was pretty sure that Alex had a hunch. "You can have coffee when we get home then you can change then we'll head off to—"

Of course she knows. Kurt shook his head vigorously. "No, no," He said, frowning. "You don't understand. I want my coffee. Not just some coffee, I want something from The Coffee House. It's been months since I've bought one from there." He said, licking his lips and swallowing for effect.

Alex sighed at Kurt's antics but she definitely knew what he was up to. She raised her hands in defeat as she realized that they've already made a turn and that she couldn't do anything about it. "Alright, fine, we'll buy you coffee—"

"Don't feign disappointment, I know you want to see Sam too." Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up." Alex blushed as if caught in the act. That did it. Kurt hid a smile as Alex spoke. "But after this, we're going back to the penthouse and getting you to Chandler's party. Are we clear?"

"Why do I even have—"

"Some of the press will be there, you know them. They'd do anything to get the latest scoop so if we can just hurry this up." Alex tapped her foot on the car floor impatiently as they rounded the corner and stopped in front of the shop. Kurt looked outside and everything looked different since he was last there.

The shop was decorated for Halloween and there were no paparazzi around; maybe because he was rarely seen there nowadays. He smiled, so far so good. Kurt reached into his wallet and gave Alex his orders. "I want the biggest one please. Nonfat mocha. Thanks."

Alex nodded as she made her way to the coffee shop. Kurt patiently waited inside the car, acting innocent. When Alex came back, holding his huge cup of coffee, a look of realization dawned on Kurt's face which prompted Alex to ask "What?"

"Rachel's going to be there won't she? You told her to be at the penthouse with us, right?" Kurt started, Alex nodded. "Crap, you need to get her one too. She tends to get jealous about everything especially when it comes to coffee." He pointed out, getting money from his wallet and reaching out to give it to Alex again. "Or we'll both be losing our heads."

Alex narrowed her eyes at Kurt, clearly still suspicious."What are you up to?" Alex finally asked. Kurt sighed.

"The sooner you get the coffee, the sooner we can leave for the party. Come on Alex, I'm not up to anything." Kurt replied easily. "And go get yourself a cup as well, you need to loosen up."

Alex raised her hand in surrender. "Fine. Wait for me here."

"Will do!"

However, halfway through, Alex looked at the money in her hands and realized that it was not enough for her to buy two coffees so she turned back only to see that Kurt has turned the ignition on and was giving her a smile and a wave.

"Kurt!"

"See you soon!"

Kurt stepped on the gas and drove out and away from the coffee shop, away from everything else with only one place drilled in his mind.

Long Island.

Kurt doesn't know how long he's been driving probably a day at most but he knew that he had to pull over as he felt his eyes drooping from lack of sleep. He knew that this was probably the stupidest and most reckless feat he's ever done in his life as of yet.

And it was exhilarating. But probably not as exhilarating as skiing down that slope.

Driving to Long Island was not recommended. No. Never do that. Ever.

Kurt sighed, pulling over to the nearest driveway for the nth time so he can to catch a few minutes of sleep before he went for the road again. He didn't take the plane because he didn't buy a plane ticket but mostly because he doesn't want anyone (meaning paparazzi) to know where he was going. Not this time.

It's a long drive and he doesn't know how long it'll take before he gets there, what with all the stops he was doing because of exhaustion and hunger, taking too long in finding a secluded place where he won't be recognized. It ate up all his time. But he wasn't going to let that bring him down, he had to show Blaine that he's all for this.

Sleep went away as quickly as it came, it turns out that his body was too excited and eager to be with Blaine that it actually neglects sleep as well. He took off again and this became his usual habit until he reached Long Island after the third day, finally.

Kurt shook his head as he woke up from a few minutes of nap, not even an hour, and he was driving off again. Now off the freeway and entering a small town to where Rachel said Blaine was. He hoped he gets there before nightfall which was highly unlikely since it was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

He clicked his phone on as he slowed down, hooking it up to his hands free earphone to listen to any voicemails that anyone left. Kurt listened to his dad who was worried about him, Rachel who was excited and wishing him well, Alex who just sighed and said that it was okay and that he needs to get back in one piece so she can give him an earful when he returns and a few from other people who were asking him if he was free any time soon for a meeting (to which he just rolled his eyes and sighed).

Trying not to take his eyes off the road as he searched for what was supposed to be Blaine's house in the area. He perked up as he spotted the place that Alex had told him about, he remembered the address by heart. He looked around and parked right outside the unsuspecting residence.

Kurt didn't bother to fix himself up as he rushed to get out of the car and towards the house, getting his phone in a rush and accidentally clicking a button that made a message play in his ear. He stopped when he heard a familiar voice ringing in his hands free gadget.

"Kurt."

Kurt blinked. What? He stood still in front of the house and almost near the door.

"I miss you too. A lot."

Kurt's hand trembled as his heart beat madly in his chest, his phone slowly slipping from his grasp but he managed to snap out of it and steady himself. He had to knock first; he had to know if this was Blaine's house. If Blaine was there. He gathered up all his courage and energy as he lifted his free hand and knocked thrice on the door.

Kurt held his breath as he listened. He could hear someone's feet stomping inside and he heard it.

"I'll get it!"

It was such a familiar voice yet so foreign, not having heard him for so long, not until that moment on the phone. He released the breath that he was holding and he could feel tears burning in his eyes. He knew he was trembling but he doesn't care, he was here and in a few seconds so will he.

It seemed like a lifetime that Kurt waited in front of the door but it was only mere minutes when the door opened, revealing a face that he missed so much it made his heart ache. A sense of relief washed over Kurt as he stared at Blaine who's eyes were wide in surprise.

"Kurt." Blaine managed to say as soon as the initial surprise passed. Upon hearing his name uttered out of Blaine's lips, Kurt smiled sincerely, tears freely falling from his eyes from happiness.

"Blaine." Kurt simply replied before moving forward for a hug but failing miserably as exhaustion took its toll on him. The last thing he remembered was the look of worry on Blaine's face and his panicky voice full of concern as he said Kurt's name over and over again.

He remembered the way Blaine's arms wrapped around him to keep the both of them from tumbling to the ground and he was out, finally able to sleep after three days of continuous driving.

Kurt woke up with a start and the first thing he did was to look around the room he was in, panicked, as he tried to remember what happened but he was pretty sure that he already saw Blaine. Maybe it was a dream? Maybe I'm still in some motel somewhere on the road?

It was dark and the world outside the unfamiliar window was silent so he was pretty sure it was already past his usual bedtime of 10 p.m. He yawned as he tried to get his bearings. His thoughts were shattered when the person in question came in his view, holding a tray of what looked like soup, some fruits and a few other things.

"Relax," Blaine said as he placed the tray on the side table drawer next to the bed. Blaine sat on the edge of the bed as Kurt sat up. "You're fine. It's almost midnight by the way so..."

Kurt sniffed unintentionally and realized that he was feeling like he'll be having a cold anytime soon. Shit, right, Long Island winter. Blaine seemed to read what he was thinking because he smiled and scrunched his nose.

"Yeah, you're not really dressed for winter are you? It's October, Kurt. I'm surprised you don't have a scarf with you." Blaine chuckled silently. "Go on, eat up. You're hungry, I heard." He said, emphasizing that he did hear Kurt's stomach grumble while he was asleep. Kurt had the grace to blush at that comment but he really wasn't feeling that hungry anymore.

"Blaine," Kurt finally spoke after a long silence between them. Blaine shook his head before Kurt could continue.

"Just eat first, okay?" Blaine said in a voice so light and caring, handing Kurt the soup. "I need to know you're well fed. Look at you—" He paused, looking Kurt over and shaking his head in disbelief. "Were you starving yourself? God Kurt, you're thinner. I'll make sure to get you fat while—"

Blaine cut off his light-hearted rant when he noticed that Kurt was looking down at his soup, his face hidden from him and Blaine knew he was crying. Kurt couldn't help it. Blaine was being his usual caring and compassionate self and it was overwhelming because all this time, Kurt thought that Blaine was mad at him, that he wouldn't even speak to him if he showed up at his house.

But Blaine was doing the exact opposite right now.

Kurt felt Blaine's shoulder bump him. "Hey, is the soup really that bad?" Blaine joked, trying to make light of the moment.

Kurt chuckled in reply but the tears wouldn't stop falling. He let out a sob that surprised the both of them. Blaine gave up, grabbing the soup back and putting it and all the other things on the table away from the bed. He walked back to Kurt and Kurt felt Blaine's arms wrap around him in the way he remembered that he does.

Kurt sagged in his embrace, missing the warmth that came with Blaine. He sobbed on his shoulder and held onto him tightly, afraid that if he let go, Blaine will be gone again.

"Kurt, stop crying. Please." Blaine softly said, rubbing soothing circles on Kurt's back.

"I'm sorry. I just— I missed you so much and I'm sorry for what I did." Kurt started. He knew Blaine was listening so he continued, "I'm sorry if I made you feel unimportant and I'm sorry about what happened in London—he publicly apologized, did you hear? — and I'm sorry if I was doing all kinds of wrong things while I was away and I swear to god it won't happen again. Ever. I promise."

Blaine pulled away and Kurt blinked his eyes open as tears fell on his cheeks. Blaine cupped his cheek and wiped his tears away, a gesture that made Kurt want to melt and stay a puddle forever. He missed the little things.

"Kurt, I'm not mad at you. Not anymore. Not ever. I was just a little bit put out, okay maybe a lot, and it topped over my exhaustion about everything so I—" Blaine paused, he sighed. He knew he was at fault too. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry if I blamed everything on you. True, I did everything I can to see you again but it was my choice to try to be in the same level as you but I blamed you for it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I realized that as soon as my head cleared up." He dropped his head in shame.

Kurt gave him a confused look. "If you did then why didn't you come back sooner? Or contacted me sooner?" He finally asked quietly. Both of them were sitting on the bed now, legs crossed and facing each other.

Blaine shrugged, looking back at Kurt. "For some reason, I got scared." He honestly replied after a moment, surprising Kurt in the process. But then he smiled, "But you did well, Kurt. Thank you." Blaine ended, squeezing Kurt's hand.

"Wait, wha—? Was this a test?" Kurt frowned, pulling his hand away and placing it on his chest. Kurt was confused but he was glad that Blaine was answering his questions.

"No. Not really. Maybe? I don't even know for sure." Blaine breathed out and Kurt felt how nervous he was. Just as nervous as him, maybe even more. "But I had this feeling that I needed you to find me. I don't know. Or maybe I'm just stubborn as hell and I—"

"Why?" Kurt asked. There was something more to this than Blaine was letting on. Blaine stopped mumbling and locked his eyes with Kurt. Kurt missed the way his honey-colored eyes looked at him with such love that he could almost forget their conversation just by staring at him like this.

"I guess in a way, I was scared that you'd give up on me. I mean, you gave up on Andrew once—"

"He's diff—"

"—and I wanted to know if we were different." Blaine continued, not letting Kurt intervene. If he doesn't say this now, he knew he won't be able to get it out of his system anymore. "I've been given up by a lot of people Kurt—Simon, Cooper, Sebastian — so I'm used to it. I'm so used to being left alone but this scared me. You scared me. Because I love you too much and I can't bear to think of you giving up on me."

It was Blaine's turn to tear up, his voice trembled and broke as he spoke and Kurt didn't miss it. He wanted to cut him off but he knew that he needed to hear this as much as Blaine needed to say it.

"I wanted to know if this is as real for you as it is for me. I needed to know that you'd never give up, I knew I did it the wrong way and I'm sorry for being selfish and for making you go through a hard time. But you didn't let me go," Blaine sniffled, wiping his tears away and smiling. "Thank you." He ended.

Kurt was stunned and for a moment, they were both silent. Kurt understood. He did. "Blaine," Kurt started. "Andrew's different. I've never felt this strongly for him or for anyone I've dated. I thought I loved him, yes, but I never felt like a part of me was lost when he left. Unlike when you did." He confessed. "I told you before right?"

Blaine's lips thinned as he nodded, remembering Kurt's words clearly in his mind.

'I needed you to know that whatever happens, I'm always going to be here. I'm never going to leave you'

"Maybe I did break that promise for a while," Kurt continued. "But I intend to keep it. Just like I know you're going to keep yours." He said with conviction and Blaine couldn't help but smile.

'I'm not going to leave you no matter what'

"You were right though. We did need this, I needed to learn from my mistakes and you needed to have get the fear out of you." Kurt said in conclusion. "At least now I know how you felt when I neglected you all those months. I'm sorry." He ended, scratching his red nose.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's knee, squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry too." He breathed out. Blaine caught Kurt's eyes, "Alright, no more apologies. We both learned from this and we're never going to do this again, okay?" He said.

Kurt nodded in agreement, grasping Blaine's hand in his. "So, we're okay?" He tentatively asked.

"We're okay." Blaine smiled.

Silence enveloped them and for a while they only stared at each other, drinking each other's features that they weren't able to see for a long time. It felt like ages since they were together like this and surely it was, for the both of them. The staring contest ended when Kurt's eyes involuntarily landed on Blaine's lips and said lips instantly curled up into a sly smile.

"I—" Kurt started, his lips parting open. He blushed, suddenly feeling shy.

"Yeah. I missed you too." Blaine managed to say before grabbing Kurt by the neck, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that was kept from them for too long.

Blaine didn't miss Kurt's sharp intake of breath as their lips molded together in the way that they both remembered so well. Kurt's hand found Blaine's cheek as he deepened the kiss, not daring to break away even in the need of air. Blaine groaned in pleasure as Kurt worked his magic, kissing him fiercely and with the same fervor.

Blaine felt himself being tugged to the bed and realized that he was already on top of a flushed Kurt Hummel. He finally pulled away, needing to breathe. Both of them panted as they searched for the right words to say.

Blaine found the words after a moment of weakness had passed. "Kurt, as much as I'd like to do this with you now, you need to sleep." He said, earning a furious glare from Kurt. Blaine rolled his eyes, "You drove here from L.A. and you don't know how worried I was—am — seeing you collapse like that."

"I can sleep tomorrow." Kurt said in a rush as he pulled Blaine down to capture his lips once again. Blaine moaned but he didn't let it faze him. His boyfriend was thinner, bags under his eyes and exhaustion clear on his face; he wasn't going to allow that.

"Today is tomorrow." Blaine replied as he pulled away with much difficulty. Kurt frowned, confused by his words. "It's 2 o'clock in the morning. Kurt, we can do this until we get limp later tonight but for now, please, sleep." He practically begged him.

Kurt sighed and Blaine knew he was winning. "When was the last time? Do you remember?" Kurt asked boldly.

"Who would forget?" Blaine grinned. The first and last time at that.

"Oh smile all you want, Anderson, I've been waiting for a long time and I'll make sure you can't walk when I'm done with you." Kurt threatened ineffectively since he followed it with a shy laugh. Ah, Kurt.

Blaine lifted an eyebrow at him. "Threaten me all you want, Hummel, but I'm pretty sure I'll rock your world harder than you will mine. You're not the only one who's been patient." Blaine retorted.

Blaine slumped down next to Kurt, both of them laughing as quietly as they can. Kurt found his place in Blaine's arms, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine wrapped his arms protectively around Kurt as he always does.

"I love you." Kurt murmured but Blaine heard it loud and clear.

"I love you too." Blaine replied, accentuating it with a kiss on Kurt's hair.

Kurt inhaled deeply and for the first time in months, he felt like he was home.