"Rachel, I really don't want to be here right now."

Rachel was dragging Kurt through the halls of McKinley High, leading him towards the gymnasium. He hadn't even been home for a day and he still couldn't stay away from this place.

"Kurt – please, it'll be worth your while. I promise."

" I'm not ready to see Bl-B-...him. I'm not ready to see him." Kurt stopped in his tracks. Thinking about Blaine, even pronouncing his name, still made Kurt sick to his stomach and tears well up in his eyes; it was an empty sort of feeling and one he didn't enjoy.

"Rachel, p-please," Kurt spoke through his tears, "If you are my best friend, like you say, you won't make me do this."

Rachel walked towards him, "Kurt, honey, you don't even know why we're here."

"That's it Rachel, but if it has to do with Glee club and that means he'll be there...and I'm...I'm not ready for that yet."

Rachel thought for a moment."Okay, Berry, your plan can either be a complete failure or you can succeed in getting them back together. You can make Kurt happy again."

"Okay, fine. You've spoiled the surprise. I am taking you to see the Cheerios practice. I thought it might cheer you up. You know? You're in town; you might as well do something that makes you happy. You could even talk to Coach Sylvester. I'm sure she'd love to hear from you. Please stop crying Kurt. I wouldn't make you see him if you didn't want to and you know that."

He wiped the tears from his eyes, "Oh gosh, Rachel Berry, you really are my best friend. Let's go."

They entered the gym, where the Cheerios had already started their routine. It was a spectacular routine, as one would come to expect with Coach Sylvester. However, what caught Kurt's eye was the cheerleader doing a scorpion being held up by three bases- and the rear base was a male.

"Ooh, I wonder who's come and tried to take the place of the unforgettable cheerleader Kurt!"

"Who would even try? You were the best one out there." Rachel responded, giggling along with Kurt.

He could only make out the uniform and the dark hair of the male. When the flyer came down and was caught, Kurt's eyes grew wide. He immediately recognized the male cheerleader and they immediately made eye contact. Kurt felt his blood race to his head... It was Blaine...How...Most importantly, why? Rachel looked at Kurt and tried to stop him, "Kurt, please come back! I had no idea," but, of course she knew. Her, what she thought was special, plan to get them back together was a failure, "You should've waited longer, Berry," she thought to herself. She got up to chase him, but he was already running down the bleachers with his hand over his mouth.

"Alright, scumbags, that was good – but the kidney stone I passed this morning gave me less pain than watching this. Hit the showers!" Coach yelled through her megaphone, but Blaine was already halfway to the locker room.

"What is Kurt doing here," Blaine thought out loud to himself as he walked into the locker room. For some reason unbeknownst to him he was beyond angry. In fact, he was fuming, "So he comes aroundafterI need him most. Great. Just great." He threw a few punches at the punching bag.Better than punching a locker.

"EXCUSE ME?" Kurt yelled as he came around the corner, "How dare you Blaine!? What do you think you're doing? Was joining the Cheerios just another plot in your plan to stab me in the heart once more? Huh? Do you just want me to be unhappy? While you continue to be the alpha gay ruling the school your senior year without me and I'm in New York crying over you, feeling like...like I AM DEAD INSIDE because you couldn't keep it in your pants for two more weeks? Is that it Blaine? Tell me because I am just dying to know!" Kurt was fuming, breathing heavy with angry tears running down his face.

Blaine had no time to respond, he hadn't yet registered what Kurt had said, all he could manage was, "Kurt – I," before Kurt had gained enough composure to start speaking again.

He breathed deeply, "No, Blaine, really. It's alright. It's fine. I don't need your apologies. You know why? Because Mercedes and I...we RAN the Cheerios. We were the best the Cheerios ever had, everyone loved us. You willneverbe the cheerleader that I was. Ever. You can't take that from me, not like you've taken my world from me."

Blaine's anger now matched with the level of Kurt's. "How dare I, Kurt? How dare YOU...waltzing into town, walking in on our practice, like you didn't even care how it would make me feel. Do you even care about me anymore Kurt?" his anger turned to pleading, "You ignore my calls, don't respond to my texts, do you even listen to my voicemails? My god, I was even going to try writing you letters, but would you even read them?"

He approached Kurt closer, but all Kurt did was stand there, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Do I even CARE ABOUT YOU? I could ask you the same. I loved you, Blaine."I still love you, he thought. "You were the first man I ever truly, deeply, loved and I cannot believe that you would cheat on me. Try fathoming that, Blaine. It feels like my world is crashing down on me and it's all because of you. You just don't GET IT."

With those final words, he grabbed Blaine by his Cheerio shirt, looked into his eyes...he was looking at home. All the memories of them came flooding back to Kurt, their first kiss, their first time, everything- and before Blaine could respond Kurt crashed their lips together.

Kurt's tear stained face pressing against Blaine's.Kurt's lips against Blaine's. The lips that Kurt thought he would kiss no longer, finally against his once more. Blaine pulled Kurt closer. Kurt whimpered at the feeling of Blaine's body against his. Blaine pulled his lips away and whispers in his ear, "I've missed you so much." He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's ear.

"Knees, Now," Kurt prompts. Blaine is taken aback, but obliges to Kurt's demand. Blaine begins to undo the button on Kurt's jean, while kissing just above his waist line. Kurt throws his head back and groans at the pressure of Blaine's hand over his half hard cock through his boxers. It's a feeling he's been longing for ever since he left for New York.

Blaine kisses up his stomach, pulling off Kurt's shirt as he goes, standing up fully to kiss his way to Kurt's collarbone, to his spot, "Oh god right there, Blaine." Kurt moves his hands down Blaine's torso to reach his pants, which he slides off easily as Blaine kicks off his cheer sneakers. Kurt steps out of the pile of his jeans around his ankles and his shoes. He pushes Blaine down onto his knees once again, and eases him onto the mat beneath them. As he grinds into Blaine, he whimpers, "God, Kurt... Please, I need you so much."

"I know you do, Baby, I know," Kurt replies as he grinds their fully hard cocks together. Blaine begins to take his own shirt off, but Kurt grabs Blaine's hands at his chest – "No, Blaine, leave it on. I want to fuck you in that goddamn uniform." Blaine moans at Kurt's words and at the grinding motion of Kurt's hips into his.

He kissed down Blaine's chest, kissed around his bellybutton and the trail that led to Blaine's boxers. It had been so long since they had been intimate together like this, touching, feeling, and kissing. Kurt savored it, he savored the taste of Blaine, the way Blaine's cock sprang out from the constricting boxers, and the way the sight of Blaine; hard, reeling with pleasure never became unexhilarating. He stroked Blaine and Blaine's hips bucked into the motion of Kurt's hands. Blaine's moans were becoming more vocal, yet more broken.

"If you keep that up, people will hear you."

"I need you now then, Kurt. Please...oh god," Blaine huffed. Kurt maneuvered himself comfortably over Blaine, easing his way slowly into Blaine. "God, Blaine...you're still so tight." He gritted his teeth, when he was fully inside Blaine, all he could muster was " Gah- Fuck." He quickly set a motion for them. It was fast, and he pounded against Blaine like he was trying to fuck the anger out of himself.

"Is that okay, baby?"

"Yes ...Kurt...nnhg, you feel so good."

"Do I feel as good as that other guy? Do I Blaine? Do I fill you up like he did? Do I fuck you as good as he did?"

Blaine moaned louder, "No, baby, you fuck me so much better."

"That's right," beads of sweat were rolling down Kurt's neck; he leaned into Blaine, touching his lips to his in order to swallow his moans. Once again, their moan were one, where the sound was emitting from, it was unclear.

"I know why you slept with that other guy, Blaine. It's 'cause you love cock isn't it? Couldn't stand not having it...You're such a cock slut, Blaine. Always so good and tight...tell me how much you love it."

Blaine's moans came at a faster pace now, "Oh yes, yes, I love it, I love it so much...Ohhh-fuck I'm so close, Kurt." Kurt was ready too, he picked up the pace until they both finished. Kurt hovered over Blaine for a moment, and then collapsed at his side, his chest heaving. Blaine rolled over closer to Kurt, fixing himself aside him, placing his palm over Kurt's chest.

"I hope you know that I meant it when I said that I missed you. I have ached for you since the day you left. I am so sorry, Kurt. What I did was inexcusable, but I swear I will do whatever it takes on this earth, for you to be with me again."

Kurt muddled over the words Blaine had spoke in his head. "You're right. It's inexcusable, but not unforgiveable. I really meant it too, when I said that you aren't going to lose me. Blaine you are the best thing to happen to me and I want nothing more than to be with you. Besides, I've always thought the idea of a popular, cheerleader boyfriend was a bit hot."

Blaine smiled at his words, he knew it wasn't that simple, but with time, their relationship would grow to be stronger than before.