When Blaine texts Kurt asking to meet at a coffee shop nearby, Kurt debates not even going. Blaine broke up with him, not the other way around. He didn't even get a choice. Blaine had been so determined and Kurt was positive that he'd rehearsed it a few dozen times on his flight over.

Kurt ends up going, of course he does. He orders his coffee and sits at the table closest to the door for a quick exit if necessary. When Blaine walks in, Kurt feels only a little guilty at how horrible he looks. His hair is a mess, it's obvious from the bags under his eyes that he hasn't slept all night and his bow-tie is hanging from his neck.

"Sorry I'm late," Blaine says as he sits down. "I figured if I waited long enough, Finn would be out of the shower before I had to leave but I waited too long and now I'm late," he pauses as he slides his coat off his shoulders and hooks it onto the back of the chair. He leans forwards and clasps his hands together. "Thank you for coming, Kurt. I know you didn't have to."

Kurt takes a sip from his cup and stares determinedly out the window. "It's not like I had a choice in the matter. I still love you, Blaine. Even if you don't love me."

Blaine immediately reaches across the table and grabs hold of Kurt's wrists. "I do love you, Kurt. More than anything in the entire world. I told you why we had to break up. You'll thank me for it one day."

"I highly doubt that," Kurt says, turning his head to look back at Blaine. "Why did you ask me to meet you here?"

Blaine pulls his hands back and looks out the window before returning his gaze to Kurt. "Kurt, you were my friend first. My best friend. I know we're broken up but I don't want to lose you. Just because we aren't boyfriends anymore doesn't mean we can't still talk and be friends. Just like we were before."

Kurt studies Blaine's face for a moment before slumping his shoulders in defeat. He knows he could never do without Blaine in his life in some way. "Okay. You were my best friend, Blaine. I never want to lose that."

It's late by the time Kurt pulls up to Rachel Berry's house. She'd wanted him to come for Thanksgiving dinner but he'd chosen to stay and have it with his own family. It's now well after 8pm and from what he can see through the basement window, there's a lot of music and a lot of alcohol being passed around. Both of which are recipes for disaster when it comes to Rachel's parties.

By the time he gets inside and starts walking down the stairs, he can tell that everyone is pretty much wasted out of their minds. His eyes scan the room until they land on a familiar face sitting on the couch, stirring his drink with a straw.

Blaine.

Blaine looks great. Not that Kurt expected in any less. Blaine always looks great. His hair is loosely gelled and he's talking animatedly with the person next to him. Kurt doesn't recognize her, but he assumes she must be a new member of New Directions. Blaine's wearing tight faded blue jeans that cuff at the bottom, and he's wearing Kurt's favorite red cardigan that make his eyes pop. 

By the time Kurt makes it across the room and pours himself a rum and coke, Blaine finally notices his presence and waves to him. Kurt returns the gesture and downs his drink in one go.

Kurt manages to avoid Blaine for a good portion of the evening. Between catching up with old friends and taking calls from Cassandra, he's kept pretty busy. It's only when he's walking and typing an e-mail at the same time that everything comes to a head.

He walks straight into Blaine, sending his newly acquired multi-flavored concoction all over Blaine's shirt and pants.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Kurt squawks, immediately running over to the table to grab some napkins. "You'd think I would have learned from Quinn that texting and any sort of movement is a bad idea. Especially after Tina face planted into that water fountain. Dammit. It's possible Rachel still has some clothes of yours upstairs from when we slept over here during the summer."

Blaine grabs hold of Kurt's wrist to stop Kurt's hand from moving back and forth over his shirt. "It's fine. It really is. I wore old clothes because I know how crazy Rachel's parties can get. But I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer for spare clothes."

Kurt nods and tosses both his cup and the napkins into a garbage can nearby. Together, they head up the stairs and into Rachel's room, closing the door behind them. He instantly opens the closet and starts digging towards the back when the sound of a zipper being pulled down draws his attention back to Blaine.

Blaine freezes when Kurt's gaze lands on him, fingers pinched together to drag his fly down. Kurt swallows as he lifts his eyes to Blaine's face, who has a blush forming on his cheeks.

"I.. uh. I can go in the bathroom, if you want. I just assumed, that you know. Since you've already seen me naked it would be okay," Blaine says, not breaking Kurt's gaze.

Kurt exhales slowly and nods once before returning to his search. "Um, yeah. It's not problem."

It isn't a problem, shouldn't be a problem when he hears the whoosh of a shirt hitting the floor followed by a thunk as Blaine's belt follows it. It makes his heart speed up and blood rush to a part of his body where it really isn't needed. Finally, Kurt manages to dig out a pair of his old sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt of Blaine's.

Kurt climbs to his feet and turns around, voice catching in his throat as he takes in Blaine's half naked appearance. He blinks twice, unable to help it if his eyes roam down Blaine's torso and back up again. Blaine's clearly been working out, the muscles in his chest and arms more pronounced than they were three months ago.

Blaine reaches out a hand for the clothes but Kurt shakes his head. "Let me?" he asks, not quite sure why but feeling relieved when Blaine nods. "Thank you."

Kurt steps closer and he can practically feel the heat radiating off of Blaine's body. Blaine always ran at a much higher temperature than Kurt did, which could be very useful on the colder nights. Kurt turns his head and with one finger, traces up Blaine's bicep, mesmerized at the way goosebumps appear up and down Blaine's arms. He continues his exploration, all the way up and over Blaine's shoulder and along his collar bone. Blaine's eyes flicker closed when Kurt's finger slides along his jaw bone and his mouth drops open.

Kurt closes his eyes for a moment before he presses his fingertip inside, inhaling sharply through his nose when Blaine's lips close around the digit and he begins to suck, curling his tongue around the tip as he pushes more of it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt whispers, pulling his hand away and grabbing Blaine's face with both hands. He doesn't think twice before he pulls Blaine into a kiss, tongue immediately pressing inside and exploring. Blaine tastes like vodka and the always present spearmint gum that he chews constantly, and god, Kurt forgot how much he loved the taste of Blaine.

Blaine's fingers come up to undo the buttons on Kurt's vest, pushing it down his arms and onto the floor before pulling his shirt up and over his head. Blaine walks until Kurt's back hits the wall, fingers tracing the contours of Kurt's chest and torso.

"Missed you so fucking much," Blaine breathes as he nips at Kurt's neck, one hand sliding down to the waistband of Kurt's jeans and rubbing over the hard outline of Kurt's cock. "Please tell me you'll fuck me, oh god, Kurt please fuck me."

Kurt bites his lip to stifle the moan that bubbles up his throat. "Yes, yes, yes. But not here, not in Rachel's room," Blaine makes a noise of desperation and Kurt strokes down his back to calm him. "Shh, it's okay. Just, right over there. The bathroom, okay?"

"I want you so fucking bad," Blaine whimpers, and Kurt nearly yelps when Blaine's hands curl around his thighs and lift him up. Blaine walks them to the bathroom door, all the while sucking on any piece of exposed skin he can get his mouth on. Kurt knows he'll probably have marks tomorrow but he can't bring himself to care.

Kurt reaches behind them and pushes open the bathroom door, suddenly very thankful for the fact that Rachel has two gay dads. Blaine drops him gently the floor and Kurt gets lucky on the first try and finds lube in the first drawer.

"Blaine," Kurt starts, the lust fading a little from his brain. Enough to ask a very important question. "Have you..?"

"No," Blaine answers as he kicks off his boxer briefs and his cock slaps against the bottom of his stomach. "Nobody. Didn't want anyone else but you."

Kurt nods and pushes down his own jeans until their around his thighs as Blaine bites his lip and looks on. "How do you want it?"

"Against the wall," Blaine croaks. "Hard and fast. Please. Take me apart and the put me back together again."

Kurt nods once and gestures for Blaine to bend over. He preps him quickly, sliding in two fingers to start because he knows Blaine in the mood for the stretch and wants to feel the burn. By the time Kurt pushes in a third finger, Blaine's fucking himself back onto Kurt's hand and begging for Kurt to fuck him.

Kurt pours a generous amount of lube onto his hand before he strokes his cock, eyes fluttering shut at the friction as Blaine turns around. Kurt's curls his hands around Blaine's thighs and left him easily, Blaine's legs wrapping around Kurt waist and heels digging into his back.

Blaine reaches down between them to help line Kurt up and then finally Kurt's sliding inside, wet, tight his surrounding his cock as he muffles his moans into Blaine's shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Kurt groans, waiting until Blaine taps his shoulder before he pulls out and fucks back inside. "Jesus, Blaine. I'm not going to last long."

"Me either. God, you feel so good, Kurt. H-harder, I want to feel it when you're gone," Blaine pushes harder on Kurt's back, and Kurt can feel the sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Kurt gets lost in it, the familiar feeling of being inside Blaine and the smell of Blaine surrounding him and the more he thinks about it the more it hurts and he can feel the tears prickle at the corner of his eyes because he's happier here than he has been in three months. "I missed you so fucking much."

Blaine's hands tighten where they are at the back of Kurt's neck and then Blaine's pulling his mouth closer, sucking on Kurt's bottom lip before thrusting his tongue into Kurt's mouth and swallowing his moans. Kurt pushes back and forth, his arms beginning to shake as he feels the heat building in his abdomen with every thrust back inside.

"I'm gonna come," Kurt admits weakly. "Come with me, I want to feel you come around me."

Blaine's hand instantly comes up to wrap around his cock and he strokes hard and fast as Kurt fucks into him again and again. Blaine comes first, shouting Kurt's name and profanities and swearing to gods that neither of them believe in. 

Kurt drops his head to Blaine's shoulder and bites down as his orgasm hits, Blaine stroking his hair and muttering how much he loves him in his ear as he rides it out.

He pulls out of Blaine slowly, lowering him to his feet as he reaches for a wash cloth. He cleans himself up and rinses off the cloth before giving it to Blaine and watching as he cleans up.

Kurt pulls up his pants and does up his belt, suddenly at a loss as to where to go from here. Blaine stares at him blankly while he pulls on his underwear, so Kurt just nods and opens the bathroom door leading back into Rachel's room.

He gets three steps inside before Blaine's grabs his wrist and spins him around, pulling Kurt tight against him.

"It wasn't over for me," Blaine starts. "I tried to move on and forget about you but I can't and you're all I think about and all I dream about and when I think about my future I can't imagine you not being there with me every step of the way. It's not over for me, Kurt. It'll never be over."

Blaine kisses Kurt hard on the mouth and it's a testament to how well Blaine knows him that a hand wraps around his waist to keep his legs from buckling beneath him. Kurt kisses him back with everything he has, trying to convey just how much he's been suffering and how much he's missed him and how angry he was and when they pull away they're both panting and crying.

"I wanted to hate you," Kurt whispers. "I tried so hard to hate you for breaking up with me and then boarding a plane back to Ohio the next day but I couldn't because I wanted to hold onto the hope that you still loved me and wanted me. That you'd keep your promises."

Blaine kisses him again and rests their foreheads together. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. I'm here if you'll have me."

Kurt lets his head fall to Blaine's shoulder and squeezes him tight. "Of course I'll have you. I'll have you for as long as you want me."

Blaine laughs softly and presses a kiss to the side of Kurt's head. "Forever?"

"Forever," Kurt agrees.