“Rachel, pick up your damn phone” Kurt whispered urgently to his phone as he sat on the subway on his way to the office. After his third attempt of calling her, she finally picked up “Kurt, what is it? I know I said call me later but I meant when it was my break! I’m in the middle of rehearsal!”

“He asked me out on a date!” he squealed excitedly down the phone.

“What? Really?” she replied happily, all previous annoyance gone.

“Yes really!”

“Are you going?”

He faltered for a second before answering her. “Of course I am, it’s like you said, I could get him back”

“Kurt, you know I would be over the moon if you two got back together, in my opinion you should never have split up, but what if Blaine sees it just as a catch up kinda thing?”

“Rach, he called it a date. You know Blaine; he doesn’t mess around with this kind of stuff. Or if he does then he is not the same guy I knew”

“Then it’s a date. Go for it. Make your move. Again” she added. In the background Kurt could hear someone shouting ‘Rachel’

“Kurt, I’ve gotta go, but I will be home at 5. I’ll talk to you then, have a good day sweetie!” she rang off.

Kurt sighed and put his phone away. He began to think. Tonight could go one of two ways – one, he will have to accept the fact that he will never get Blaine back and he does need to move on or two – he gets the love of his life back.

Blaine breathed in deeply. Dressed smartly, in a white sweater and red bowtie with black jeans, he brought his hand to the door to knock on it. Why did this feel like when him and Kurt were just starting out again? He was nervous. He was actually nervous. Blaine was internally laughing at himself; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It was Kurt; he was always comfortable around Kurt.

The door swung open where he was met with a smiling Rachel. “Hey Blaine, he’s just finishing getting ready, he’ll be out in a few, come in”

“Thanks” Blaine smiled, walking through the door and leaning awkwardly by the kitchen counter.

“Now Blaine, before I say what I am about to say, know I do love you and appreciate you as a friend but he comes first in my life. He’s been my best friend for years now” Rachel stood before Blaine with a surprisingly menacing look on her face.

“Okay” he said, standing a little straighter.

“Don’t break his heart again. You left and I had to deal with it. He was numb for weeks Blaine. If tonight goes the way, we all want it to go, and then I’m happy for you. But if you do anything to hurt him, I’m not afraid to cut off your best appendage and feed it to the New York rats”

Huh, Rachel had gotten even scarier since high school.

“It wasn’t just him who was hurt that night Rachel” Blaine said, looking into her eyes.

She nodded and smiled again. “Okay” she replied. Just then Kurt came out his bedroom door, smiling at Blaine.

As always, he looked gorgeous, classy and, well hot, Blaine thought to himself. Smiling broadly at Kurt, he stepped forward and hesitantly kissed Kurt on the cheek, whispering in his ear “You look gorgeous”. Kurt was clearly a little surprised by the gesture but he smiled back at Blaine.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Anderson”

Blaine did a little squeal internally, he loved it when Kurt called him Anderson. He shrugged and held out his hand for Kurt to take.

Kurt stared at him for a second and slowly put his hand back in its rightful place. “Don’t look so scared Kurt. We’ve done this before remember?”  Blaine said a hint of sadness creeping into his voice but he was trying to remain positive.

“How could I forget?” Kurt said half-mockingly, half seriously.

“Come on, let’s go”

“Bye Rach!” Kurt called, turning back to give her a small smile. She waved at them as the door shut behind the pair. She was hoping tonight would go well too.

So dinner had gone well. Surprisingly, there hadn’t been any awkwardness and it was almost like the last time. Almost.

There was still the big unanswered question in the air, hanging around them.

Why did you leave me?

They had talked for hours, about them, their lives, what they had been up to, everything. Blaine refused to let Kurt pay anything towards the dinner and they were now sat on a bench in a small park in New York.

Blaine’s arm had somehow ended up around Kurt’s waist, tugging him in closer as they continued to talk.

They had just finished a conversation about what Rachel was doing on Broadway now and had fallen into a comfortable silence. Until Kurt said

“We need to talk about something else, don’t you think?” he said quietly.

“If it’s about what I think it is about, then yeah” Blaine replied at the same volume. Neither of them could bear to look at the other.

It was finally time to talk.