"Hey."

Kurt looks up from the spread of papers on his desk at the voice, before smiling, crinkly-eyed, at the figure in the doorway.

"Hey, you."

Blaine has his hands in his pockets as he slowly walks over to where Kurt is working, moving behind Kurt's chair to frown at the disarray on the worktop. "What're you working on?"

Kurt breathes slowly as Blaine gently rubs his shoulders. "My final designs for Isabelle. They need to be done by tomorrow, but I should be ready for bed soon."

"They look wonderful," Blaine remarks as he leans down to nuzzle Kurt's neck and inhale his scent. "Don't stay up too late, got it?" He makes as if to leave, but one of Kurt's hands fly up to one of the ones resting on his shoulder and he pauses. "Hmm?"

Kurt closes his eyes and smiles slightly, trying to memorize the sultry, sleepy tones. A single tear slips down his cheek. Blaine catches it with his thumb and sits on his knees beside Kurt's chair. "Hey, hey, what's the matter, huh?"

Kurt's still smiling, but his face is crumpled like delicate paper when he turns minutely to face Blaine. "I miss you."

Blaine's smile is comforting and gentle, as if he expected this response. He cups Kurt's cheek. "I know, baby. I'm so sorry."

"Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to feel you again, to wake up next to you. To always have you here, like you were before."

"I'm so sorry I can't be here with you, Kurt. I truly am." Blaine voice is strained, like he's close to crying too.

"It's not your fault. Jesus, it's not. I - oh, I-" Kurt begins to give up, resolve cracking into desperate sobs that rack his whole body. Blaine wraps his arms around him, cooing and whispering and reassuring.

"It's okay, it's okay. Oh God, Kurt. It's all right."

"No, it's - it's not," Kurt forces out. "it's not, it's not."

"Hey, it is, because - hey, listen to me." Kurt opens his eyes slowly and turn them on sepia-caramel ones. He sniffs, once, but listens. "I'm not here, not really. You know that. But here, in here," Blaine grabs both of Kurt's hands and places them on his chest, over his heart, just like all those years ago in the auditorium. "I'm always with you. That's cheesy, God, I know, but I know you'll never forget me."

"I won't, I won't," Kurt reassures himself. "I won't. God, I remember everything about you."

Blaine gives a watery chuckle. "Just, hold onto that. Never forget me, okay? And I'll never leave you."

He fades.