Kurt’s hand shook slightly as he placed the key in the lock and turned it, letting himself into his apartment and closing the door behind him. He leant back against the wood, breathing out slowly and closing his eyes, attempting to block out the rest of the world, to escape from the stress of the day. His relationship with James had ended just hours earlier, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself, or how he was supposed to feel. He knew that he should probably be upset about it, but his mind kept turning itself to the boy with the curly hair and a dazzling smile that would always, without fail order a Medium Drip.

Scolding himself for thinking these things yet again, Kurt walked further into his home, dropping his keys onto the table and taking a seat to go through the pile of mail in his hands. Finding nothing but bills and advertisements, Kurt quickly became restless. He tossed the papers down onto the table and stood, looking around the room wildly as though hoping something of interest would catch his eye and give him a way to keep his mind off the thoughts that were currently running rampant.

Several minutes later, Kurt had finally settled in the living room, taking a seat on the sofa and hoping that the magazine in his lap would provide him with the exact kind of mind numbing entertainment that he needed. He was sufficiently enthralled in an extremely dry article about the marital status of some celebrity, when his phone began to ring. The ring barely startled the young man, who remained mostly focused on the story in front of him, as he picked up his cell, pressed the answer button and placed it to his ear, not bothering to check the display.

“You’ve reached Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt was met with a silence that spoke volumes and he immediately regretted not even glancing at the caller I.D. There was a nervous hitching of breath on the other end of the line and Kurt just knew, somehow, who had called him. “Blaine?” He murmured.

“Kurt.” The voice finally responded, slightly croaky. “I am so sorry.”

The blue eyed man couldn’t help the laughter that escaped him as he sighed, dropping his magazine onto the coffee table, and relaxed back into the sofa.

“It’s okay,” he said quietly. “You wouldn’t be Blaine Anderson if you didn’t do stupid things when you were drunk.”

Blaine chuckled into the phone and Kurt could hear him let out a long breath, relaxing with every passing moment. “I can’t believe I did that to you, I really am sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kurt replied. “How about you just explain yourself a bit better though; what on earth were you up to that you were that drunk?”

“I don’t even know,” Blaine murmured before continuing to explain in a more normal tone. “I had one drink with some guys from work and then when I got home I guess I just kept on drinking; I was lonely. My mind always turns to you when I’m under the influence.”

Kurt felt the heat rising in his cheeks, but avidly ignored it.

“So what’s going on with you anyway?” He asked, hoping the question sounded casual. “You mentioned something about New York, but you were rather incoherent.”

Blaine launched into an explanation of what he had been up to in the last six month. He told Kurt that after graduating he had spent the summer in Ohio with his parents, before realizing it was the last place he wanted to be. It had always been the plan that he would move to New York after college, and so Blaine had finally carried through with it. Neither boy mentioned the reason he had planned to move to the city, the plan they had made years ago, so that they could have been together.

As time progressed, the conversation moved to easier topics, questioning each other about the people in their lives. Kurt explained the many ups and downs of Rachel’s relationship with his step-brother with rather colourful language and long anecdotes and Blaine explained what David and Wes had been up to, not leaving any details from the tales of mischief and mayhem from their later college years.

Kurt had tucked his feet underneath him, curling around the soft pillows he had scattered over his sofa, smiling into the phone as they chatted with ease, not quite believing how well things were going between them. He hadn’t realized Blaine was waiting for him to say something until there was the sound of the other man clearing his throat politely.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

“I was saying that I had to go, I’ve been sitting in this damn café for a really long time and people are starting to think I’m insane,” Blaine explained.

“Oh, okay,” Kurt failed miserably at keeping the disappointment out of his voice.

“Did you want to maybe meet for coffee?” The eagerness in Blaine’s tone calmed and excited Kurt at the same time; he quickly agreed and the pair made plans to meet up the next day.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing you, Kurt.”

The young college student gripped the phone tighter, pulled the rug closer and squeezed his eyes shut tight, leaning against the wall as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

“I miss you so much,” the voice was whispering in his ear, echoing in his mind.

“I miss you more, I’m sure of it.”

“Lies, its all lies and I won’t believe a word of it.”

“Would I ever lie to you?” he smirked and wiped at his face with his handkerchief.

“I wouldn’t put it pass you,” the other man joked and both laughed before falling into a comfortable silence, the conversation reminiscent of one they’d had many times before.

“I love you, Blaine” he spoke, still not opening his eyes, feeling that maybe, if he imagined hard enough, his boyfriend would magically appear in his dorm room beside him.

“I love you too, Kurt.”

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Kurt combed his light brown hair to one side, working it so that it sat just right before aiming the hair spray and allowing the product to do its work. Shaking out his nerves, he moved from his en-suite, making his way to the closet to find a coat that would go with his outfit. Selecting a couple of options he began testing them out in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, mirroring the feeling of the nerves running wild through his stomach. Anxiety was coursing through his veins and he knew he needed to calm down. Kurt swapped a brown jacket for a thick black sweater that would go nicely with his favourite scarf and his thoughts turned to Blaine and his obsession with cardigans. I bet he’s wearing some kind of knitwear, he thought to himself, laughing inwardly at the memories of countless shopping trips in which he’d had to talk his then boyfriend out of buying more cardigans. At least they make him look even more adorable.

Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts, Kurt slipped his slender arms into the sweater, appraising his appearance one last time as he mentally scolded himself for where that thought process was going. This is not a date; it’s just coffee with the only man you’ve ever been in love with.

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Blaine Anderson was nervous. He was really nervous. He tugged on his grey cardigan so that it was wrapped around him even tighter, continuously telling himself over and over that it wasn’t a date. He played nervously with the wool of his hem as he attempted to calm himself down. He arrived at the café they had agreed on, and with a quick scan of the tables, made his way to the cue in front of the registers.

Before he knew it, the lady behind the counter was asking him what he would like, and without even thinking Blaine replied.

“A medium drip, a grande non-fat mocha and a serve of the biscotti, please.”

It wasn’t until he had paid the worker and stepped to the side to wait for the drinks that he even realized what he had done. And then he started to panic. What if Kurt didn’t want his usual? What if it wasn’t his usual anymore? What if he didn’t even show up?

Thankfully he was saved from completely hyperventilating by the barista announcing that his order was ready. He moved to collect the items as the ringing of a bell signalled that someone had entered the little café. Blaine turned to lay his eyes on the magnificent man in front of him, who he hadn’t seen in at least a year. His face splitting into a huge grin, Blaine gestured for Kurt to meet him at a table near the window, carefully carrying the drinks and snack over.

“Hi,” Kurt murmured at the same time that Blaine said a quiet “hello,” causing both men to chuckle as they took their seats across from each other.

“I got you a non-fat mocha,” Blaine said, handing over one of the coffees that he had been holding. “I’m sorry if you wanted something else. Was it presumptuous of me to assume you’d still order the same coffee? I got some biscotti for us to share as well, I hope that’s okay.”

“Blaine, you’re rambling,” Kurt rolled his eyes, accepting the coffee with a smile. “And it probably was a bit presumptuous, but I don’t really mind.”

A comfortable silence seemed to settle over the table as both boys blushed lightly at the awkwardness of their first few moments together. Neither showed any indication that they were planning on being the first to speak, as they took small sips of their drinks, and exchanged quick, nervous glances. Kurt’s cheeks flushed a deep red when Blaine caught his eye and offered him a sweet smile, before looking back down at his biscotti as his own blush settled over his features.

“This is stupid,” Blaine finally spoke, grinning at his companion. “We know how to have coffee together.”

“Well, it’s been a very long time. I guess we just have to get used to it again, if you want to that is.”

When Kurt spoke he looked across the table, seeking out the hazel eyes across from him, hoping to convey the meaning behind his words.

Blaine lifted his head and leant forward slightly, holding Kurt’s gaze with a hopeful look and genuine smile of his own, “I definitely do want to get used to it again.”

The pair sat back into their own seats, smiling sweetly at each other, allowing the words to sink in. Did they just agree to give it another try?

“It still feels the same,” Blaine said, after a beat.

“What do you mean?”

Realizing what he had said, Blaine shrugged in an attempt to appear nonchalant. “Us. Spending time together. It feels just the same, in a nice way of course.”

Kurt just stared back at him, eyes filled with that same look he had given him hundreds of times over their years together; it was hopeful and passionate and a look only ever reserved for moments like these, between the two of them.

“Well, I’m not surprised that it’s still the same, you ordered us the same drinks we’ve been getting since high school,” Kurt spoke with a smirk, easily falling into old habits of joking around with his best friend.

“Hey,” Blaine said, feigning offence before continuing with that wide grin of his. “Let’s not forget the biscotti.”