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Sam woke up feeling, well he didn't know quite what he was feeling, he just knew it was something entirely different. He was glad to be back at the Hummel's after his trip with Blaine to NYC but he knew it in his bones that Lima would be a memory for him as soon as he graduated. After his weekend, he knew that New York was the place for him. Blaine, of course would be right there with him, every step of the way. A sudden realization dawned on him, every time he thought Blaine's name, he got a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, like a tiny acrobat flipping around in the bottom of his belly. That was definitely a new feeling he surmised. He got up and started getting ready for school when his phone rang, he glanced down at the number and smiled when he saw that it was Blaine that was calling. That tiny gymnast starting doing it's thing again.

"Hey Sam, what's up?" Blaine asked, his voice excited.

"Um, nothing, why?" He really wasn't used to Blaine calling this early in the morning.

"No reason really. Just wanted to see if you needed me to pick you up this morning. I got another idea for a song we could do for Billy Joel, I mean I know we probably are done with him today and all but Kurt mentioned this great song last night and . . . "

"Yeah, i mean no, I don't need a ride. Burt is in D.C. right now so he left me the pick up." Right now all he wanted to do was get off the phone, the gymnastics taking place in his gut were becoming very disconcerting. "We can talk about it later, ok?"

"Sure, okay." Blaine replied, "See you in sociology then." He frowned at the phone as he hung up, it sure seemed to him that Sam was giving him the brush off and that was very unlike him. He shrugged it off and it was quickly forgotten as he sent a quick text to Kurt, his daily countdown to graduation and New York.

22 more days until we can be together forever! I love you! Have a great day!!!

He smiled happily as he gathered up his things. His life was now back on track and with Kurt firmly behind him, he felt invincible. He already had a job lined up at the diner with Kurt and Rachel and Santana, a place to live and a man to come home to. Now all he needed was to get into NYADA or some other NYC school and his life would be perfect.

Sam, on the other hand, was feeling considerably less certain about things. He was so distracted trying to figure out what was going on with him and Blaine that he nearly backed the truck into a pole, twice. He made it to school and was grateful that Penny wasn't there today, he didn't need to see her on top of everything else that was going on in his head.

"Hey man." Blaine called out before patting him on the back. "How's it going?" He gave Sam a warm, genuine smile that made Sam's legs feel like rubber. He leaned back against the lockers to keep himself upright. Maybe he needed a nurse after all. "You okay Sam?" Blaine asked as gave a concerned look, his hand resting on Sam's shoulder. Was Blaine always this handsy, Sam wondered.

"I'm cool, just got a little dizzy for a second." He said abruptly before shrugging Blaine's hand off his arm. He swallowed hard, all the while keeping his eyes on the ground, afraid to meet Blaine's gaze.

"You sure, you look a little funny." Blaine asked as he examined Sam more closely. Sam could feel his breath on his neck and the smell of his cologne began permeating his brain. Sam straightened up quickly, he had to get away from Blaine, away from these feelings. "Maybe you need to see the nurse." Blaine gave him a knowing smile as he waggled his eyebrows. Sam nodded and looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeah maybe I do," he said quietly. Or maybe I need to go see a shrink he thought to himself. Blaine considered his behavior, something was definitely up with Sam but he was obviously not going to share it with him.

"Need me to help?" Blaine asked, his hand on the small of Sam's back. Sam stiffened immediately.

"No, nope, I'm good. Gotta run, probably won't make Glee practice today, gotta do some stuff." He said as he practically sprinted down the hall. Blaine stood there watching him go, unsure of what had just occurred. He sighed heavily as he headed to his craft class, he was pretty sure Sam would tell him what was going on in his own time. They were best friends after all.

True to his word, Sam skipped glee rehearsal. He couldn't fathom being that close again to Blaine. Blaine and his cute bowties and apple hair gel. He smacked himself with an open palm. What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking of Blaine like this? Blaine was his best friend, the best friend he had ever had, and now here he was thinking about him like, like he was in love with him or something. He blinked quickly, 'whoa, love? Where the hell did that come from?' There was no way he could care for Blaine in that way, he was straight, he liked girls, loved girls as a matter of fact, had been with a lot of them. But when he tried to remember all the girls he had been with, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, none of them gave him the feelings that he did when he thought about Blaine.

He sat in the living room, staring at the fireplace, unsure about what to do. He supposed he could tell Blaine how he felt, after all, he knew exactly how Blaine felt about him. Or did he now? Blaine's feelings for him all occurred while he was broken up from Kurt, now that they were back together, he wondered if they were still there. He figured they still must be there on some level, you don't just stop being attracted to someone, do you? He shook his head, what was he thinking? This was just some fluke thing, some weird anomaly that happens every now and again. He was sure that when he woke up tomorrow, things would be back to normal. Yes, he decided things would be better in the morning, and if they weren't, well he wasn't going to allow himself to think about that right how. He smiled and got up, ready to make himself some dinner. He stiffened immediately when the doorbell rang. He knew it in his gut who was behind that door. Maybe if he didn't answer, Blaine would just go away.

"Sam?" Blaine called out as he started knocking on the door. "You home?" Sam stood quietly, hoping Blaine couldn't see or hear him. Blaine was nothing if not persistent. "Sam, open up. I know you're there, the truck's here." Sam sighed heavily, this was not happening. He plastered on his best fake smile and opened the door.

"Hey, Blaine, what's up?" He grinned stupidly at Blaine. Blaine eyed him suspiciously but said nothing, just thrusting a bunch of sheet music at him.

"We got the music for nationals today. Thought you might like to get started on it. I'm going to get to sing lead on this one." He showed Sam the music for "Feels Like the First Time" by Boston. "I think I remember my parents playing it. Do you know it?" Sam gulped and nodded. Blaine moved into the house, Sam following behind him. "Want to help me practice?" He asked, turning to look at Sam, who had been looking, as it turns out, at Blaine's ass. Now he knew he had a real problem. He knew for a fact that he had never noticed another man's butt before. He started to sweat and became as pale as a ghost.

"Sam? Sam? Dude, are you okay?" Blaine asked as he eased him into a chair. "You're not looking so good. You want some water or something?" Blaine looked at him with concern. He nodded quickly, needing Blaine to get away from him immediately if not sooner.

Separate Ways

It was a beautiful spring day in New York City with the trees budding and birds chirping and Kurt Hummel had never felt happier. He almost felt guilty he was this happy as it didn't seem right in light of the events of the past month. Everyday he woke up with a feeling like a hole in the pit of his stomach, a hole that would never be filled now that Finn was no longer around. But then, he would look on his left hand and see that small band of gold sitting there and know that he was loved, valued, treasured. He was so glad that he and Blaine had gotten back together before Finn's death, he didn't think he could have been as strong without him there by his side, holding him up, keeping him together. If they could get through everything that had happened in the past year, he figured their married life was going to be a cakewalk.

As he rounded the corner, heading for his vocal performance class, strains of 'All You Need is Love' ghosting from his mouth, he failed to notice the tall Brit standing before him.

"Kurt Hummel, long time no see." Adam commented politely. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had been avoiding me." Kurt smiled and gulped hard as he stared up into Adam's eyes, trying to get a read on his mood by looking into them. He only got Adam's trademark sweet smile.

"Adam, hey, no, nothing like that." Kurt said quickly. He had ended things with him, less than six weeks ago he surmised. There had been no drama, just Kurt's quiet admission that whatever there was between the two of them, was not working for him. They had said they would still be friends, such a cliche thing to say now that Kurt thought back upon it. "Things . . . things, have been, well crazy." He stammered out as he nervously played with his scarf. The sun reflected off the ring, drawing Adam's attention to it.

"Did you get married since we spoke last?" His chin nodding towards the ring. Kurt looked down at the ring and then up to Adam's surprised face quickly.

"Um, no." Kurt whispered. "Not exactly." Adam raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "It's an engagement ring." Adam raised both eyebrow.

"I guess congratulations are in order then?" Adam said quietly. He hated to admit it but this really bothered him. It wasn't as if he saw Kurt and himself together for the long haul, he hadn't. They really never had gotten serious with one another, having never even slept together, yet this still was a tremendous shock to him.

"Thanks." Kurt replied as he stuck his hand in his pocket. He hadn't been avoiding Adam, well not purposefully, at any rate. But he hadn't gone to any great lengths to speak to him as well. Adam had texted him a few times and called on a couple of occasions but Kurt had never gotten back to him. Of course, there had been some rather big extenuating circumstances.

"Anyone I know?" Adam asked curiously, although he had a very strong suspicion about who Kurt's fiancé was. "Or did that hot guy from your dance class make it official?" He tried to sound casual. Kurt laughed before turning red. He had forgotten how he and Adam had collectively drooled over, what was his name, Kurt couldn't remember.

"Sadly no. I think he dropped out."

"Damn." Adam murmured. "I was going to ask him out soon." Kurt smiled softly at him. "It's Blaine isn't it?" Kurt nodded. Adam scratched his head and looked around for a minute before returning his gaze to Kurt. "I never really stood a chance with you, did I?" Kurt glanced away, watching the fountain outside. How could he answer Adam's question and not make it seem like Adam had only been a rebound, a brief refuge from the storm? He motioned his head towards a small sitting area.

"I, I wanted us to work." Kurt began as they sat. "I swear, I tried I really did. But, you have to understand, what Blaine and I had, have," He corrected himself quickly, "it was hard to get past. He is my first love and try as I might to let him go, i couldn't. He, to coin a phrase, completes me." He toyed with the ring as he spoke. "After he cheated on me, I never thought I could forgive him but he showed me, proved to me that he would never do anything like that again." Adam nodded he had seen for himself how difficult it had been for Kurt.

"So what changed? Six weeks ago you said you didn't think you were ready for anything serious. This seems pretty serious to me." Kurt noticed the change in his tone immediately.

"I went back to Lima to go to the doctor with my dad. I stayed around for sectionals and the whole time Blaine and I hung out and it was like old times, nothing had changed. After I got back from that is when I broke up with you because I knew that I wasn't ready to move on from Blaine and it wasn't fair to you. I went back for spring break and . . ." he made a wide gesture with his hand, "and he swept me off of my feet. One day we're back together and the next he's proposing." Adam looked at him questionably.

"So you just get back together and then you're engaged? Does seem a bit hurried, are one of you pregnant?" Kurt laughed, loudly.

"As if. Yeah, I guess it might seem that way, and I kind of thought the same thing at first. But, the proposal . . ." his voice became soft, "it was everything." It was true, so long as he lived, Kurt would never forget those words, the love and meaning that went into them. They were the most important things anyone would or ever say to him and he would treasure them for the rest of his life.

"Well if that's what you really want Kurt, i'm happy for you." He grabbed Kurt's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "You deserve every happiness." He stood to leave. "Tell Santana and Rachel good bye for me."

"Did you ever meet Finn?" Kurt asked, noticing that it still hurt to say his name. Adam looked at him curiously.

"Wasn't that Rachel's ex-boyfriend? The one she was always going on about after the whole Brody thing? Which, by the way," he bent down and whispered conspiratorially next to Kurt's ear, "I heard he dropped out and now is doing the escort thing full-time." Kurt's mouth opened in the shape of an o.

"Seriously? That's fucked up." Kurt said shaking his head. He let what Adam had just told him sink in for a minute. "Yeah he was Rachel's ex and my step brother." Realization dawned on Adam's face.

"Oh yes of course. What of him?"

"He's dead." Kurt blurted out flatly. "He died a few days after Blaine and I got engaged. I hadn't been able to see him when i was there last, he had gone out of town for some reason and wasn't there. Blaine had wanted to get him to come to the proposal," he gave a wry glance to Adam, "it was a big event, okay? Everyone else was there." Adam smiled as he sat down again and took Kurt's hand.

"I'm so sorry Kurt, I remember you talking about him." Kurt sniffed back the oncoming tears. He thought he had cried his last ones but there always seemed to be more.

"I mean, I just talked to him a day or two earlier and had told him about the proposal and he had been so happy for Blaine and I and was excited for us and then my dad is calling me to come home because there's been an accident." He stared blankly into space.

"I am so sorry Kurt, I truly am. How are you holding up?" He looked at Kurt with concern.

"I'm fine, I've got Blaine and he's been my rock through all this. I couldn't have done it without him. But Rachel," he sighed heavily. "Rachel isn't doing so well. You know she got the lead in the revival of Funny Girl right before this happened. But now, most days she can barely get out of bed. Santana and I don't know what to do." He sighed again.

"Do you think it would be all right if i went over to see her?" Kurt glanced over at him and gave a slight smile.

"I think she'd like that. She's always liked you. She used to tell me that if I wasn't going to be with Blaine, she was glad I was going out with you." Adam chuckled.

"At least she has good taste." He stood again, this time knowing he had to go. "I've got to go Kurt. I've a rehearsal in a few minutes, our last for the year. Our concert is next week, hope you can come."

"I'll be there." Kurt hopped up quickly and gave him a long hug. "Thank you" he whispered into Adam's ear.

"There's nothing to thank me for Kurt." He gave Kurt a half smile as they broke apart.

"No, there is, you were a great boyfriend and i wasn't and for that, I'm truly sorry. Thanks for being so nice about this, other people might not have been."

"In another place and time, I might not have been either." He sighed as he gave Kurt a long glance. "You're something special Kurt Hummel, hope your Blaine knows that." He smiled sadly then turned to leave. "I'll see you next week."

Kurt sat there quietly watching him go, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have such wonderful people come into his life. His thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of his phone, his ringtone for Blaine now 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars.

"Hey my gorgeous fiancé." Blaine cooed into the phone. "Just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you."

Kurt smiled, he was indeed a fortunate man.

Truth Time

Title:Truth Time
Author: Kneady RN
Rating: PG
Summary: Kurt and Santana have a talk after the snow bound weekend. Story is current up to 4:15.
Comments: Any feedback is appreciated. Good, bad or otherwise.

Kurt closed the door slowly behind him as he entered his dimly lit apartment. It was nearing midnight and he wasn’t sure if anyone would still be up at least he hoped they wouldn’t be.

“Hey” Santana called out from the living room. “Where’s Sherlock?”

“Sherlock?” Kurt asked confusedly. “You mean Adam?

“Yeah, yeah. Your English muffin.” She turned and faced Kurt, looking as if she had been crying.

“He’s home.” Kurt said as he flopped down on the sofa next to her. "What's going on? How come you're still up? Rachel and Brody here?"

“Good. I was thinking he might be moving in here too.” She pulled a blanket around her as she motioned towards Rachel's part of the loft with her head. "Yeah Rachel and the drug dealer are here. Went to bed a couple of hours ago. And I can't sleep." She gave him a slight smile. "So what’s the story with you and the muffin, Porcelain?”

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that. Bad enough when it was Sue.” He gave her a cross look.

“Well, after seeing you naked.” Santana began.

“What? What??” Kurt couldn’t even formulate sentences with that revelation.

“Calm down, I needed to use the bathroom and you were in there taking one of your epic showers so . . .” she shrugged nonchalantly. “You are rather smooth and white all over. I’m just saying. And I didn’t see your junk so don’t worry.” Kurt just shook his head and sat there in disbelief. “Anyway, you still didn’t tell me what’s up with you and Elton Jr.”

“Adam.” Kurt corrected again. “His name is Adam. And I don’t know what’s up with he and I. We‘re trying to figure that out.”

“Well wasn't it just a few weeks ago that you were macking all over Blaine at the wedding that wasn't? Or was that just a figment of my imagination. And if I remember correctly, I saw the both of you headed upstairs. I‘m sure it was all above board though, right?” Kurt gulped hard. “And you’ll never guess what Mercedes told me she caught you two doing in the back of his mom‘s Prius. A Prius, really?” She gave him a look of disbelief and admiration.

“Um, that was just friendly stuff.” Santana arched a knowing eyebrow at him. “We’re just friends, that’s all. You know like you and Quinn. Don‘t think I didn‘t notice that either. Or was that my imagination?”

“Uh huh.” Santana replied sarcastically, giving away nothing. “You guys really are close friends.” Her voice dripped with insincerity.

“Yeah, exactly.” Kurt hoped that was the end of it. “Just friends.”

“So how come you didn’t want me to say anything about him in front of Sher, I mean, Adam?”

“I didn’t tell him about hooking up with Blaine. I mean, we’re just sort of casually dating but I don’t really know how to explain Blaine and me. And I don’t know how understanding he would be of that tidbit of information.”

“He likes you Kurt. A lot.” Her tone suddenly serious.

“I know.” Kurt replied, his gaze settling on his shoes. “And I really like him. He’s been so sweet and attentive and trying to help me with this whole thing.” He sighed heavily. “I mean he took me to a sappy movie tonight, so we can have our own memories.”

“But you still love Blaine.” She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. Kurt nodded slowly. Santana pursed her lips and considered this for a minute. “Kurt, if you love him and want to be with him, you need to tell him.”

“Santana, I can’t. I mean . . . “

“I get it Kurt, I totally do. He cheated, he hurt you. But Kurt, listen to me. I made a mistake with Brittney. I never should have let her go. And now she’s with someone else and I don’t know if we’ll ever get back together. I regret this everyday Kurt. EVERYDAY!” Kurt could hear the heartache in her voice.

He glanced at her, her eyes glazing with tears. “I know he hurt you, but I see the way he looks at you, the way you look at him.” Kurt cleared his throat and tried to gain some sense of composure. This was starting to hit a little too close to home.

“Santana, it’s not that easy. He destroyed my trust, broke my heart. I can’t just forget that.”

“I am not saying you should, but can’t you forgive him? It’s obvious to everyone how much you love each other.” Tears began rolling slowly down Kurt’s face.

“Yes I love him, I’ll always love him. He was my first love. He’s my best friend.” He wiped furiously at his face.

“I’m not defending what he did Kurt, I am sure he had his reasons, but at least he had the balls to tell you he did it. Most guys would have never mentioned it. That has to count for something? “ Kurt nodded.

“I’m just, I mean I get so pissed off sometimes trying to understand why he did it. I think that maybe I wasn’t enough, that I wasn’t good enough for him. And you remember last year, when he thought I had cheated on him, during Whitney week?” Santana laughed quietly.

“Oh you mean when Ms. Blaine got all black and sassy on your ass in the choir room?”

“And the thing is, I didn’t cheat on him. I mean, I flirted with this guy but I never would have done anything with him” Santana nodded. “So when Blaine said he had been with someone else, it took me totally off guard. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me, that he would hurt me like that.”

“Did he tell you why? Explain?”

“He tried, said that he felt me moving away and was scared and . . .”

“And so he jumped on the next available dick?”

“Jeeze Santana. Gotta be so crude?” She shrugged again. “And I get it, I do. I was busy working at Vogue and couldn’t talk to him as much as I promised and when we did talk it was generally all about me.” He shut his mouth abruptly.

“What?” Santana asked.

“It’s just like what happened back in high school. I got so caught up in my life, what I was doing, that I kinda forgot about him and his life, what he was doing.” He hit his head with the heel of his hand. “God, I’m so stupid.” Santana wrapped her arms around Kurt’s shoulders.

“It’s not your fault Kurt so don’t start blaming yourself. You didn’t cheat, he did.” Kurt sniffled back more tears.

“Yeah but I let him down. I made promises to him that I didn’t keep.”

“So what are you going to do?” She rubbed his shoulders. He shrugged.

“I don’t know. Part me thinks that it’s good that we broke up, we get to see new things, people. But he’s my best friend and I don’t know if I can live the rest of my life without him.”

“Well maybe you should call him, talk to him.”

“And tell him what exactly? That I’m not ready to get back together but I might be in the future.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if he’s going to go for that. I may have led him on a bit back in Ohio. I kept telling him that we weren’t back together but I think . . .”

“That all the sex might have confused him.” She added succinctly. “Understandably so.” He nodded guiltily.

“Yeah there’s that.” He sighed heavily.

“Hey you’re a horny guy I get it and that Blaine is one tasty little morsel.” Kurt stared at her incredulously.

"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Kurt hissed.

“Just because I’m a lesbian doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate his cute little preppy ass.” She gave Kurt a satisfied smile. "I'd tap that too, given the opportunity."

“So what do I do?” Kurt finally asked. He sank back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

“If it were me, I think you should just leave things alone for the time being. But do not, and I can not stress this enough Porcelain.” Kurt shot her another irritated look. She ignored it. “Do not get any more involved with Sherlock. I mean it Kurt. It’s not fair to him and it’s not fair to Blaine. You guys haven't done the nasty already have you?" Kurt sat there quietly, his eyes still fixed above him, not quite believing this whole conversation.

"No god no. Not that it's any of your business by the way." He indignantly replied. They sat there in the silence for a short time

“You going to be up for a while?” She asked quietly. He nodded slowly. “Mind if I crash in your bed? The couch is killing me.”

“Go ahead. But try not to hog the whole bed this time.” She got up and gave him a hug.

“It’s all going to work out Kurt.” She ruffled his hair as she walked away. At that moment, Kurt wasn’t entirely sure it would. Time would tell he reckoned, come what may.

Once More, With Feeling

“Blaine?” Kurt asked curiously as he saw his ex boyfriend standing outside of the baggage claim area. “Why. . .? What are you doing here?”

“Hey” Blaine responded cheerily as he walked quickly towards Kurt. He opened his arms ands pulled Kurt into a big hug. “How are you?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but in actuality his heart was beating a mile a minute.

“I’m good, good. But . . . .” He looked at Blaine with a combination of awe and wonder. It had been right after Christmas that he had seen Blaine last and although they were working through things, Kurt still wasn’t ready to forgive and forget. He had spoken to Blaine a couple of weeks ago when he had called to see if Kurt was up to doing a song at the reception. They had finally agreed on a song after much debate and they had left things that they would see each other prior to the wedding, you know, to work on the song. Just friends for now and the foreseeable future, this is what Kurt kept stressing to Blaine. He wasn’t sure Blaine was hearing it though. “I’m just surprised to see you is all. Happy surprised.” He gave Blaine a quick squeeze.

“Well, Finn got caught up doing some wedding stuff with Mr. Shue so he asked if I wouldn’t mind coming to get you. And I didn‘t really want to go to French today anyway.” He hoped he sounded casual because in reality he had orchestrated the whole thing. Finn was cool about it, he was still secretly hoping the two of them would get their acts together. “And besides, I thought we could use a little time to work on the song.” He shrugged as he took the garment bag from Kurt. “Let me get that.” He said before Kurt had a chance to react. “You ready?”

“Oh, okay.” Kurt murmured as he followed Blaine out of the airport. They said little as they walked to the car. When Blaine stopped in front of a Prius, Kurt was a little dismayed, to say the least. “Where’s the family truckster?” Kurt asked, referring to Blaine’s usual set of wheels, the Volvo station wagon.

“My mom needed it to pick up some things so . . .” He opened the back door and hung Kurt’s suit from the hook. “Besides, isn’t this so much cooler?” He gave Kurt one of his megawatt smiles, a smile which caused a small flutter in the pit of Kurt’s stomach. Kurt continued to eye him curiously as they got into the car. “Do you want me to take you straight home, are you hungry? We could go grab a bite at Breadstix’s. For old time’s sake, my treat.” He hoped he didn’t sound too eager.

At the mention of food, Kurt’s stomach began rumbling. He had left Newark at 8 that morning, and it was now nearing 1. Yeah, some food would be nice, he thought. “That sounds good. I never thought I would say this but I kind of miss their food, and that’s weird because I can get some of the best Italian food in the world in New York.” Blaine gave a slight chuckle.

As they drove back to Lima, the extent of their conversation was small talk. Blaine did his best filling in Kurt of all the events in the last few weeks, the Warblers disqualification and the New Directions back in regionals. While they were headed to Breadstiks, Blaine’s phone kept pinging. “Can you check those messages for me?” Blaine asked as he drove. “Might be from my mom.” Kurt took the phone from the middle console and eyed it curiously.

“They’re all from Tina.” Kurt said as he looked at the messages. “She wants to know where you are, why you aren’t in French, if you’re going to be available tonight to work on some songs.” Kurt shook his head. “Jeeze, when did you two get so close.” Blaine merely shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“In the last couple of months I guess. We joined the Cheerios together. And since, we’re both single . . .” His voice trailed off. “Anyway, we’ve just been hanging out. She’s been a really great friend.” Kurt nodded, this sounded a little too familiar to him.

“That’s good. But don’t you worry, that maybe . . ..” He shrugged noncommittally.

“Maybe what?” Blaine glanced over quickly. “What?”

“I don’t know, that maybe she’s got the wrong idea about the two of you.”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Blaine thought back and tried to recall an instance where Tina hadn’t been anything but decent to him.

“You sure? Because it sure seems to me that she might think there’s something more.” Kurt scrolled through all the numerous texts from Tina on Blaine’s phone. “You text each other a lot. Correction, she texts you an awful lot.” He shot a curious glance over at Blaine.

“No I am certain she is just being a good friend. She knows about me, about us. “ He shook his head, there was no way that Tina could think that he would like her, in that way.

“Just be careful.” Kurt said quietly, he knew that Blaine probably wouldn’t realize Tina’s feelings, he was so trusting and a little naïve.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Blaine responded with a laugh. He just knew that there was no way in the world that Tina would be interested in him, she knew about his feelings for Sam, and Kurt. Everyone knew he was gay, that wasn’t likely to be changing anytime soon. And as soon as that thought popped into his head, another message from Tina popped up on his phone. Kurt merely arched an eyebrow and said nothing as he showed Blaine the message. Blaine began thinking that maybe Kurt was onto something, it would explain the weird behavior after the Sadie Hawkins dance.

“Do you want me to write something back, let her know you’re busy.” Kurt asked as he fiddled with the phone. ‘And that you like dick’ he said under his breath. He scrolled through the pictures, noting the large number of pics that featured Sam.

“No, leave it. I’ll text her back when we get to the restaurant.” His eyes remained fixed on the road as he drove, his mind’s eye now seeing things about Tina he hadn’t noticed. The remainder of the trip, little was said, both men lost in their own thoughts. A short while later they pulled into the parking lot. Blaine looked over and gave Kurt a nervous smile. “It’s really good to see you again Kurt. I’ve missed you.” he admitted quietly. He looked down at the dash, not wanting to meet Kurt’s cool gaze.

“Me too.” Kurt replied as he reached over and gave Blaine’s hand a squeeze. “And I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.” That’s was about all he wanted to have of this conversation right now.

An hour and half later, Blaine pulled the car into the drive of the Hummel house.

“Um, do you have time now to practice or do you want to meet up later? You’re probably tired.” Blaine asked quickly as he put the car in park. Kurt sank back against the seat.

“I, um, yeah we probably should.” Kurt finally answered. In actuality he was kind of afraid of being in such close proximity to Blaine for too much longer. Lunch had been nice and they had talked like the friends they had once been. It had been casual and easy, both men genuinely enjoying each other’s company, just like it had been all those years ago back in the Dalton days.

“Cool” Blaine responded quickly. He wasn’t quite ready for the afternoon to end. “I brought the music, just in case.” He reached in the seat behind Kurt and grabbed the sheet music and cd. His arm brushed Kurt’s body and Kurt shuddered just a bit. Blaine noticed.

They wandered into the house, which was strangely quiet. “Finn must still be out,” Kurt murmured as he hung his suit up in the hall closet.

“Where’s your folks?” Blaine asked as he slipped his coat off and tossed in onto the bench.. “Aren’t they coming to the wedding?”

Kurt gulped as he looked over at Blaine, he was wearing that striped sweater, the one he was wearing the first time they had . . . well, THE first time. Kurt had to give it to Blaine, he knew how to play dirty. He had wondered at lunch why Blaine hadn’t taken his coat off, now he knew. ‘Well played Anderson’ he thought silently to himself.

“They, um . . .” he tried to sound casual. “They were going to come but the storm hit DC and they can’t make it now. They really are disappointed. My dad thinks the world of Mr. Schuster.” Kurt ushered Blaine into the living room. “Can I get you anything?” Kurt asked, always the perfect host.

“No, I’m good.” Blaine replied with a smirk. He was glad to see that his plan to totally throw Kurt off kilter was working. He walked over to the stereo and put in the cd. The music began to play. “So you want to start ?”

“Start?” Kurt asked with an arched eyebrow.

“The song, silly.” His eyes shined mischievously. “What else?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Well, you should probably go first. You know the words right?” He sat on the couch and watched Blaine who was clearly enjoying himself.

“Ok, well now that we’ve got that figured out, should we plan out any choreography? Or you think that’s too much?” Kurt thought it over for a minute.

“Well maybe a little choreography might be nice.” He thought that maybe he could show Blaine a few of the new moves he had learned in his contemporary dance class. Blaine offered his hand and pulled Kurt up onto his feet. He eyed Kurt expectantly.

“Got any ideas?”

“Ok well maybe at the chorus we could do this” He showed Blaine an exaggerated turn and dance move. Blaine shrugged . “And then maybe when we do the verse about walking down the street, we could go like this.” Blaine nodded as he watched Kurt with a studied eye. He had to admit that he was quite liking this new confidence Kurt seemed to be possessing.

“Yeah that might work. And then how about we do this . . .” he leaned heavily onto Kurt’s back. Kurt was so surprised by the unplanned physical contact with Blaine, that he stumbled backwards and landed on the couch, Blaine landing in a heap, right on top of him. They both broke out in nervous laughter which turned strangely serious as Blaine turned to face Kurt. Kurt had his hands pressed against Blaine’s firm chest. He could feel his heart beating fast under his fingertips. Kurt’s eyes were transfixed on Blaine’s mouth as he watched him lick his lips.

“I.um . . .” was all Blaine could get out before Kurt’s mouth latched hungrily onto his. They moved in a frenzy, both wanting to touch skin, to feel everything they had been missing for all these months.

“Missed you so much.” Kurt murmured as his mouth trailed down Blaine’s neck.

“Me too.” Blaine said as he moved his hands down Kurt’s chest, edging ever closer to his waist. Kurt caught Blaine’s hand as it ghosted over his crotch.

“We shouldn’t do this. Weren’t we just going to try being friends? I told you that I‘ve been seeing someone.” His voice caught as Blaine nuzzled his ear.

“You said it wasn’t serious.” he reminded Kurt. “And I am perfectly fine with being friends, friends with benefits.” Blaine whispered hungrily in his ear before nibbling on the lobe. Kurt considered this for about a half a second before nodding vigorously. Another half second later, their mouths were once again locked onto each others, shirts now being removed and zippers unzipped.

“Kurt! Blaine! You guys here?” Finn called out loudly from the foyer. He wanted to give them fair warning he was home, just in case. Blaine and Kurt pulled apart quickly, relieved that they hadn’t reached the point of no return before Finn showed up. Clothes were hurriedly thrown back on.

“Finn. Hey.” Kurt cried out, his voice cracking a bit. “We’re just in the living room, practicing.” Finn smiled to himself. He just bet they had been practicing something and he was darn sure it wasn’t singing.
Both men were able to just get their clothes back into some semblance of order when Finn walked into the room. He noticed the weird expressions on both of their faces, the ‘we just got caught doing something’ look.

“Blaine, thanks again for agreeing to pick up Kurt.” He gave Blaine a knowing wink. “Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

Blaine giggled. Kurt looked at him strangely. He couldn’t believe that Blaine actually giggled. “No, no problem at all. Happy to do it. Plus we got some rehearsing of the song done.” Kurt snorted softly, he didn’t think the two whole minutes they had put in would really qualify as rehearsing.

“Cool, I owe you one man. So what are you two singing by the way? Rachel picked out some duet that I hadn’t heard before. Nothing new there. I don‘t know where she finds these songs.” He shrugged as he flopped down on the couch next to the others.

“We’re doing ‘Just can’t get enough’ by Depeche Mode. Kurt’s idea.” Blaine said as he picked at his nails.

“Well it was that or some Katy Perry song.” Kurt teased. Blaine snorted softly.

“I probably should get going.” Blaine said quietly as he got up. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He walked out of the room and was putting on his coat when Kurt caught up with him.

“Hey.” Kurt called out. “You don’t have to rush off.”

“Yeah I probably do.” He wrapped the scarf around his neck before buttoning his coat. And before he left, he grabbed Kurt and pulled him against him, planting one long passionate kiss on him. He broke away roughly. “I’d just want to keep doing more of that. See you later, FRIEND.” He winked at Kurt as he closed the door behind him. Kurt took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. A few minutes later he walked back into the living room where Finn gave him a knowing smile.

“So are you two back together or what?”

“No, we’re just friends that’s all.” Kurt replied as he turned down the stereo.

“Friends that give each other hickeys?” Kurt turned bright red as he reached up to cover his neck. “Might want to fix your shirt too, little bro.” Kurt looked down at his wrongly buttoned shirt and quickly hustled out of the room. He could hear Finn’s laughter as he sprinted up the stairs.

The wedding was scheduled to start at 6 and it was nearing 3 when Kurt finally decided it was time to get ready. Blaine had sent him a couple of flirty texts during the day and he was still conflicted about what to do. He didn’t want to lead him on, he really wasn’t ready to get back together, he didn’t know when he would be. The problem was, he cared deeply, hell, who was he kidding, he loved Blaine deeply, that hadn’t changed. So maybe the problem was that he couldn’t let go of the pain that Blaine had caused him and he was afraid of that. Or maybe he could, he considered as he thought back to their escapades in the living room the previous afternoon. His thoughts were disrupted by the ringing of his phone, Carrie Underwood singing ‘Before he Cheats’, the ringtone he had given Blaine (in retrospect, he considered that he probably should change that, just in case).

“Hey you.” Kurt answered cheerily. “What’s up?”

“I’m just leaving school. I gotta get home and shower and change. Thought I’d check and see if you needed me to come pick you up?”

“Well I thought I would go with Finn but I haven’t talked to him all day. I don’t know if he’s even coming back home but my dad’s truck is here so I could probably take that.” He could hear Blaine laughing.
“What’s so funny?”

“You’re seriously going to drive your dad’s truck? Aren’t you afraid you’ll get axel grease or something on your tux? The prius is small but it’s clean.” Kurt mulled over his comment, he did have a point there. Grease on his new second hand Tom Ford tux would send him into orbit.

“Okay, okay. You’re right. What time?”

“Let’s see, I gotta pick up Tina at 5, could be at your place at either 4:45 or 5:15.”

“You’re picking up Tina too?” Kurt sighed, he was hearing way too much about Tina these days.

“I kind of asked her to be my date.” He admitted. He thought he could hear Kurt’s eyebrows being raised in surprise. “I asked her a couple of weeks ago, she took really good care of me when I was kind of sickly so I owed her one. So what time?”

“I guess stop by here first. That way I get shotgun.” Might as well start shaking things up with Tina.

“Ok, hey Tina is on the other line, I’ll see you in a little while.” Kurt hung up and shook his head slowly, he wasn’t sure but he thought he might be getting a little jealous of Tina Cohen Chang.

A little over an hour later, Kurt heard Blaine pull the car into the drive. He watched from the upstairs window as Blaine checked himself in the mirror before exiting the car. Kurt’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Blaine fully, he looked amazing in his suit. He heard the doorbell ring and waited a few minutes before answering. Blaine gave a low wolf whistle when Kurt opened the door. He eyed Kurt from head to toe, looking at him in such of way that it caused Kurt to blush. He pulled Kurt into a quick hug and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“You look amazing.” He said as he pulled away, his hand lingering on the small of Kurt’s back.

“You too. New suit?” He signaled for Blaine to make a turn for him, which he promptly did.

“Yeah, early graduation present from Cooper. He said every well dressed young man needs a tailored suit.”
Kurt smiled appreciatively as he watched Blaine model the suit. He would have to remember to thank Cooper next time he saw him. “You ready?”

“Yeah, let me grab my coat.” Kurt reached into the closet and grabbed it. “All set.” He announced as he closed the door behind him.

A few minutes later they pulled into Tina’s driveway. Blaine gave a quick honk and Tina came springing out of the house. The smile on her face melted as soon as she saw Kurt sitting in the front seat. Blaine had gotten out of the car and was ushering Tina towards to it.

“You didn’t tell me Kurt was coming with us.” Kurt heard Tina hiss at Blaine as they stood outside the car. She sounded pissed.

“He needed a ride.” Blaine explained in a soothing tone. Somehow Tina doubted that but she wasn’t going to stand out in cold and belabor the point with Blaine about it. She knew exactly what Kurt was up to.

“Hi Tina.” Kurt chirped as Tina got into the backseat. “How’s tricks?” Like he didn’t know.

“Oh hey Kurt.” Tina replied in a tone that Kurt could only describe as icy. He could feel her eyes shooting daggers into the back of his head. “Blaine didn’t tell me you were joining us.”

“Well it was kind of a last minute thing, Finn’s with Mr. Shue and I didn’t really want to drive my dad’s pickup. And Blaine was gracious enough to offer.” He shot an adoring glance towards Blaine. He heard a soft snort from the back.

“Everybody buckled in and ready?” Blaine said loudly as he got back into the car, desperate to break the tension. “Wedding here we come.”

No one said much on the way to the church, Tina was so mad that Kurt was there, she didn’t even think she could be civil to him. She certainly thought that he had a lot of nerve and audacity showing up and being so buddy buddy with Blaine, considering how poorly he had been treating him as of late. He didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Blaine.

Kurt kept stealing glances over at Blaine, he couldn’t believe how handsome he looked in that suit. Maybe he could wear that when they got . . . Kurt shook his head, he didn’t know if he and Blaine would ever be able to be true friends again, let alone allow himself to think about them getting married some day.

“Tina, I need to talk to Kurt for a second.” Blaine announced when they got to the chapel. “Would you mind going inside and getting seats for us.” Kurt looked over at Blaine, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He was wondering what Blaine needed to talk to him about exactly. He heard Tina give a huff but she got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Blaine just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “And I thought I was a drama queen.”

“What’s up?” Kurt asked. Blaine stared at the dash. He really didn’t need to talk to Kurt about anything per se, he just wanted to spend a bit more time in close proximity to him.

“I can’t stop thinking about yesterday afternoon.” He finally admitted. He glanced over and looked at Kurt shyly. “ I missed you so much and it was so great to be with you again, like it used to be.” Kurt gulped hard. “And I know, we’re still trying to get this all figured out, but I just wanted you to know.” Kurt reached over and took hold of his hand. “And by the way, I love the bowtie.” He trailed a fingertip over the black fabric.

“Yeah” Kurt murmured as he ran his finger across Blaine’s knuckles. “I . . .” the chirping of Blaine’s phone stopped him cold. He eyed Blaine expectantly as Blaine took the phone from his pocket. “Tina?” Kurt inquired. Blaine nodded.

“She wants to know when we’re coming in. And apparently, Mercedes is now looking for us as well.” He sighed heavily and sank back against the seat. “If I didn’t know better, I would say that the world is conspiring against us.” He gave Kurt’s hand a squeeze before getting out of the car. Kurt sat there for a minute, conflicted about what he should do next. Blaine came around the car and opened the door, waiting for him.

“You coming?” Kurt glanced up at him, looked into those hazel eyes and all he could think was ‘fuck it.’
He got up quickly and before Blaine knew what hit him, had him laid out in the back of the car, his mouth latched tightly onto his. Blaine didn’t complain, or resist.

The next few minutes were filled with frantic fumbling, each man making assurances to the other that this didn’t really mean anything. Blaine’s phone kept pinging and if Kurt could have gotten his hands on it, it would have been out the window, buried somewhere in the snow. Everything was so hurried and tawdry and neither man cared. They were just happy to be so close to one another again. But when Mercedes came knocking, there was no way that they could stay secreted away in the car. And so with their coats covering their wilting erections, they guiltily escorted Mercedes into the church.

The wedding, or the lack thereof, had been interesting to say the least. Kurt and Blaine had spent the whole time in the church stealing glances over at each other, breaking into wide and guilty smiles. Blaine felt Tina’s elbow in his gut on more than one occasion. Rachel just kept looking at Kurt like he was an escaped mental patient.

When it was decided that the reception would go on as planned, Tina, Blaine and Kurt all trudged back to the Prius, this time, Tina made sure she got the front seat next to Blaine. She smiled smugly at Kurt as he got into the car. Blaine and Tina chatted the whole drive to the hotel, Tina making a concerted effort to keep Kurt out of the conversation. Blaine would look back in the rear view mirror from time to time and lock eyes with Kurt, and Blaine would get a little quiver in the pit of his stomach. And when Kurt mouthed, ‘I am so going to fuck you later,’ Blaine nearly drove off the road.

The reception turned out to be a pretty good party, all things considered. Sure, everyone felt badly for Mr. Shue, but maybe it was better that this happen now rather than later. The duet that Blaine and Kurt performed together was one of the few highlights of the evening. And, much to Kurt’s chagrin, he discovered just how right he was about Tina and her infatuation with Blaine. It was worse than he had thought, bordering on downright creepy. He would need to have a discussion with Blaine later about this and wondered if Blaine would even believe him.

Unbeknownst to Blaine, Kurt had managed to get a room at the hotel, the honeymoon suite no less. Mr. Schuster and Miss Plllsbury wouldn’t be needing it so . . .someone might as well get some use out of it. He had decided that after their aborted fumblings in the car, he was going to have some serious interrupted time with Blaine. Yes, he kept telling himself, it means nothing, it’s just sex, and sex with Blaine had always been fantastic, there was no denying that. And he was a gay man, a gay man with needs, as was Blaine, so why shouldn’t they help each other out. Bros helping bros, wasn’t that what Blaine had said? Sounded good to Kurt, but then again anything involving sex sounded good to him, it had been months after all.

When Kurt had told Blaine to follow him upstairs, Blaine had been a bit taken back, but still utterly delighted nonetheless. He couldn’t wipe the grin on his face as he followed Kurt down the hall after nearly devouring him in the elevator. Neither man expressed any hesitancy or reticence once they were finally alone. The sex was as good as it had ever been possibly even better, both of them knowing each other’s body so well. It felt like coming home. If it had been up to Blaine, they would have stayed locked in that hotel room for the rest of their lives, just the two of them, feasting only on each other.

Kurt, on the other hand, as much as he enjoyed losing himself in the moment (and inside of Blaine), knew that he had to go in order to try and keep things casual between them. When Blaine had asked him if this meant that they were back together, Kurt really had to fight his better judgment and leave that room, when every part of him longed to stay there. But he knew that he still had a lot more to see and experience before he was ready to let Blaine back fully into his life. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but he knew in his heart of hearts that one day they would be together. Blaine was his first love, his soul mate, that would never change and there was no way he could imagine the rest of his life without him.

They met up again downstairs a short while later and shared another slow dance before Blaine needed to leave. Tomorrow was still a school day for him and he couldn’t stay out too late. Kurt had been relieved to find that Tina had left with Sam and Brittany so that was one person he didn’t have to deal with again tonight. Silently they walked hand in hand back to the car.

The ride back to Kurt’s was quiet, neither of them sure what to say. The house was still dark when Blaine pulled into the drive. “Guess Finn hasn’t made it back yet.” Blaine commented, his mind going to what he could do to Kurt in an empty house.

“Oh I don’t expect him back tonight. He disappeared with Rachel after their duet. I don’t think I saw them again after that.” He waggled his eyebrows at Blaine. “Guess we weren’t the only ones.” Blaine chuckled softly as he took Kurt’s hand into his.

“About tonight, sorry about what I said in the room. I don‘t want you to feel that I am pressuring you , I just . . . “ He kept staring at Kurt’s hand. “Just want things back like they were, before I fucked up everything between us, when you loved me.” Kurt was silent, he didn’t know what to say. What Blaine said was true, he had fucked it up, there was no denying that.

“Yeah,” Kurt finally murmured. “Look Blaine, you’ve just got to give me some time and space. I don’t know if we’ll ever be back together like that again, but I love being with you and spending time with you and I don’t want it to be weird between us. And I will always love you, no matter what.” Blaine looked up at him, his eyes glazed over with tears and nodded slowly.

“So can two friends go to the movies tomorrow night.” He wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his coat. “They’re doing a double feature of All About Eve and Showgirls.” Kurt started laughing.

“Seriously?” He looked at Blaine incredulously. Blaine just nodded. Kurt shook his head and shrugged. “Yeah I think that would be okay.” He leaned over and gave Blaine a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for a great evening.” He whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow, friend. Sweet dreams.”

As Blaine drove home, for the first time in a long time, he knew there was hope.
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Nearing Normal Part II

Nearing Normal Part II
Author: Kneady RN aka Angela
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Blaine and Kurt meet up in LA, nearly 9 years after their breakup. It's a meetup full of regrets, sorrows and unexpected surprises.
Part II of ?? TBD, if i can write it the way i have it mapped out in my head, it's going to be a bunch more chapters.
I really do appreciate your comments, good, bad or otherwise. Makes me write faster too!! :P

Blaine laughed when they got to Kurt’s car.

“Shut up Blaine.” Kurt laughing snapped as he opened the door. “I’m a starving writer, and it‘s paid for.”

“Yeah but a Miata? Wasn’t that voted , like, the gayest car ever?” Kurt merely rolled his eyes as he got behind the wheel.

“Ok, I’ll admit, it is, a bit gay.”

Blaine nodded, trying to look serious. “Yes, just ever so slightly.” He had a wicked grin on his face.

“But after I moved here, I hadn’t driven in years and the weather is so nice, so . . .” He patted the dashboard lovingly. “And she hasn’t let me down yet.”

“I understand. I’m still driving one of my mom’s old Volvo’s. I’m just hoping it lasts a few more weeks.” His eyes suddenly lost the smile they had held a few minutes prior.

“Why? What’s the matter?” Kurt asked suddenly concerned.

“Nothing, nothing. I’ll tell you everything when we get to Birdy’s okay?” He turned and looked out the window.

They drove in relative silence the short distance to the restaurant. Blaine did sneak several looks over at Kurt as he drove. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening. There generally wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that Kurt didn’t run through his mind in the course of it. He had hoped that they would one day cross paths again, and he was certainly glad that it happened now. Of course, their reunion might end up being very short lived and so he vowed to himself that he would make the most of it, that is of course, if he were given the opportunity to do so.

“Kurt,” Blaine began quietly. “I really need to tell you how sorry I am for everything I put you through. If I could change things . . .” He stared at his hands.

“It’s water under the bridge. And maybe it was for the best. We both had different paths we needed to go down and . . . “ he shrugged, “And it got us here.” Kurt reached over and squeezed his hand affectionately.
Blaine clutched Kurt’s trembling hand before bringing it to his mouth, pressing it to his lips. The butterflies in Kurt’s stomach lurched violently.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t . . .” Blaine murmured as he dropped Kurt’s hand. “It’s just seeing you again, I’m sorry.” Kurt rubbed his hands slowly. He was at a loss as to what to say. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I think about you every day. I see something and think, Kurt would love that, or I hear a song and it reminds me of you. I’ve tried Kurt, I swear to god I’ve tried to get over you, but let’s face it, you’re kind of unforgettable.” Kurt still said nothing. He could tell Blaine that he had felt the same way, that everyday there was something that brought Blaine to his mind, just a few days ago, ‘Teenage Dream’ was playing at the grocery store and he ended up at home later that night in a sobbing heap. But he didn’t.

“I need something to drink, what about you?” Kurt asked as he hurriedly got out of the car. Blaine gulped hard and followed Kurt into the restaurant.

Kurt found a small table in the corner, the one he usually went when he came in to write. Blaine sat across from him, his eyes downcast , imaging the worst.

“Blaine,” Kurt said quietly after a few minutes. “You broke my heart all those years ago.”

“I’m so sorry Kurt, you have to know that, I was young and stupid. I . . .”

“It’s okay.” Kurt interrupted him. “I realized that, took me a while but I figured it out.” He gave Blaine a crooked smile. “I kind of did the same thing a few years later. I finally got what had happened with us. I got too busy and took you for granted.” He picked at his cuticles. “You get lonely, you need someone. I get it.”

“But that’s no excuse. I could have been stronger. I should have been stronger.” He hit the table emphatically. “I fucked everything up.” Kurt gave him another slight smile before taking Blaine’s hands in his own.

“Blaine, I forgave you a long time ago, it’s high time you forgive yourself.”

“So how come I never heard from you? You never called, emailed. Do you know I still have the same email address as I did in high school because I hoped that if you ever wanted to get in touch . . .” He grinned stupidly. “God I’m such a schmuck, aren’t I?

“Schmuck?” Kurt repeated incredulously.

“Stuart.” Blaine admitted sheepishly. “He was my study partner, picked up a few new words from him and his family.” Kurt laughed. He had forgotten how easily things flowed between himself and Blaine.

“No you’re not a schmuck, or a putz or any other Yiddish putdown you can come up with. What you are, my dear doctor, is a hopeless romantic. It’s one of the things I love so much about you.” Kurt stopped cold. He hadn’t meant to add that last little sentiment. He looked up and saw Blaine’s hazel eyes starring him down.

“Can I ask you something Kurt?” Kurt arched an eyebrow before nodding slowly. Blaine looked around nervously. “ Have you ever, or have you since we broke up . . .” He sighed heavily.

“Yes??? Have I what?” Kurt really had no idea where this line of questioning was going.

“Have you been in love again?” He spat out quickly.

“Oh,” Kurt murmured. “Um, well, I thought there were a couple of times when it could have been. Where I wanted it to be. But the answer to your question is no.” He fiddled with the sugar dispenser. “I think I kept comparing everyone to you.” Blaine sat quietly, lost in his own thoughts. “And quite frankly, no one even came close.” There, he thought, it’s out in the open.

“I haven’t been in love with anyone else either. And as far as people comparing, there’s not anyone that came remotely close to you. You were, I mean, you’re one of a kind.” He smiled up sheepishly at Kurt. “I tried.” He paused. “No I didn’t. I didn’t want to try. No one else was like you. Could make me laugh, feel, want like I did when I was with you.”

“I know.” Kurt said quietly. “Was the same for me.”

“How did we let nine years of our lives go by?”

“Because I was stupid.” Kurt whispered. “I couldn’t forgive you.”

“You had every right. I fucked up, big time. I totally got why you blew me off. I get so mad when I think to back how I reacted when I thought you were cheating with that guy, what was his name? Charles?” Blaine scrunched up his forehead as tried to remember the name.

“Chandler.” Kurt smiled, remembering back to that time.

Blaine sighed heavily. “I can’t believe how big a dick I was over that. And you never even did anything.”

Kurt shifted uncomfortably. “Since, we’re being totally honest here, I should probably tell you that there was a bit more than I let on between myself and Chandler.” Blaine raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow but said nothing. “He and I kind of dated after you and I broke up. For nearly a year.” Blaine gave a slight nod. “We kept in touch after I moved to New York. He’s who shoulder I cried on, beside Rachel, after we ended.”

“Well that’s good that you had someone there for you. What happened?” Blaine asked, his voice shaky.
Kurt fidgeted more.

“He wanted more and I, just couldn’t.” He shrugged. They both sat there looking at their hands. Blaine still had a million more questions he wanted to ask but he was kind of taken aback by the Chandler admission. Kurt, too, wanted to know so much more as well but he could tell that Blaine had not taken his last comments unscathed.

“Kurt? Blaine?” A voice behind them shook them back to reality. “Didn’t know you two boys knew each other.” They looked up to see Mary, a waitress at Birdy’s staring down at them.

“You, uh, know him?” Blaine asked, surprised. Kurt stared at him wide eyed.

“I told you, I come here all the time. Mary takes care of me.” She smiled down at Kurt, giving his shoulder a quick pat. She glanced over towards Blaine.

“And this one, always with his head in a book.” She ruffled Blaine’s hair. He gave her a big smile.

“I’m done with all that, well for now.” Blaine beamed up at her. “It’s official, I’m a doctor.”

“Well, doctor, I do have this pain in my neck, and my feet, and my back.” She bent down and gave him a hug. “I knew you could do it honey.” Kurt watched their exchange with great interest. It was so strange to think that for the past four years, they had been coming to this place, talking to the same people, and never in that whole time had their paths once crossed. “So how do you two know each other?’

“We, uh, well . . .” Blaine began hesitantly.

“We went to high school together, back in Ohio” Kurt continued. He wasn’t quite sure that he wanted Mary to know about their whole sordid past. Mary nodded. She had a feeling that there was a bit more to this story than Kurt was telling her but she didn’t want to pry.

“Is that so? Small world isn’t it?” Kurt and Blaine nodded in tandem. “So can I get you boys anything? The usual?” She glanced at both of them.

“Just a coffee for me and . . .” Kurt looked over at Blaine.

“I’ll have the same.” Blaine said quickly. “We’re just going to sit here and talk, that okay?”

“No problem boys. I’ll be back with those coffees.” She gave them a quick wink before heading to the counter. Blaine laughed nervously.

“Wow,” Kurt murmured. “I can’t believe this day.”

“That makes two of us.” Blaine replied.

“How’s your family, Cooper?” Kurt asked, trying to make small talk and wrap his head around the events of the evening.

“Good, good. They’re out here for my graduation. I’m having brunch with them tomorrow. You should come.” He glanced up as Mary put the steaming cups of coffee in front of them. “Thanks Mary.”

“Anything else I can get you two?” Mary asked.

“No, we’re good.” Kurt responded. He never stopped looking at Blaine, surprised with the invitation that Blaine had just offered up. She smiled and wandered back to her other tables.

“Seriously Kurt, you should come, I know they’ll be happy to see you again. Cooper asks me about you all the time. I think, for the longest time, he was under the impression we were still together.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he stirred some sugar into his coffee. “But that’s Cooper for you. How is your family? Last I heard Burt was running for the senate?”

“Yeah, two years ago. He loves it. Feels like he’s making a real difference. Carol is good. She’s running a non profit organization in D.C. And Finn, he’s been teaching at Mckinley for a couple of years now, leading the glee club, if you can believe that. He married a really nice girl and they have a couple of kids.” Blaine shook his head, he had no idea. “And Rachel, she’s still in New York, still trying to make it. She’s been in a lot of shows but hasn’t quite had her big break yet. And between you and me, I’m beginning to wonder if that’s ever going to happen.”

“How about you Kurt? How have you been?” Blaine asked, his tone caring, yet serious. Kurt sighed heavily, that was truly a loaded question. He looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Blaine.

“I’ve been better.” Kurt began softly. “I thought I would have accomplished something with my life by now. I thought I would be with someone.” He blinked furiously, trying to avoid the tears that were threatening to fall. Blaine reached across and took both of Kurt’s hands into his own. “I just imagined things were going to be so much different.” The first few tears slid down his pale cheeks. Blaine fought every instinct in his being to not jump up and grab Kurt into his arms, to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be all right. Instead he let go of one of Kurt’s hand and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “Wondering how I wrecked everything between us.” Blaine sighed and ran his hand down Kurt’s cool cheek.

“Baby, you didn’t wreck anything between us. Think that was mostly my doing.” They gazed into each other’s eyes. “But if you had, think we would be sitting here today, like this?” Kurt nodded, he had a point. He sniffled and tried to compose himself.

“So, Dr. Anderson, tell me about that. I never knew you wanted to be a doctor. And what kind of doctor are you going to be exactly.” Kurt dabbed at his face with a napkin, praying he didn’t look too awful.

“Well, five years ago, Coop and his wife Jenny, they had their first baby, Kara. She was born early, way too early. I dropped everything I was doing at the time and flew out here to see her. She was so tiny, so fragile.” His voice trailed off slightly. “She was so beautiful.” This time, tears were now threatening to spill from his hazel eyes. Kurt just gripped his hand harder.

“ She didn’t make it.” His voice shook. “They did everything they could, but she was just too little.” He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. “I never even got to hold her.” Kurt nodded, remembering back to the time when Finn and Melissa had Noah. Kurt would never forget that thrill the first time he had held that baby in his arms, wanting nothing more to protect and help him. He stroked the back of Blaine’s hand as he waited for Blaine to continue.

“When I was in the NICU I saw how hard those people worked, the doctors and the nurses, doing everything they could to help those poor little things live. I wanted to be a part of that. Being a musician seemed, just seemed silly after that. I didn’t see myself making that kind of a difference with a piano, but I could see myself making a difference by helping them. I came back to school, talked to a guidance counselor to see about what I needed to do and then worked my ass off for the next year and a half to get into medical school. Somehow I managed to get into school here, and the rest, as they say, is history.” He gave a slight smile.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Kurt finally said after taking a few seconds to soak everything in that Blaine had just said.

“I have to tell you something else Kurt,” He paused, running his fingers over the back of Kurt’s knuckles. “I start my residency next month, in San Francisco”

“Oh,” Kurt murmured, wondering why life was being so cruel to him. “When do you leave?” He tried to sound nonchalant.

“Couple of weeks. I already have my place situated up there. Just have to pack things here and head up.”
He was silent for a few moments, just continuing to rub his hands over Kurt’s. “This really sucks.” He finally said, his tone melancholy.

“Yeah,” Kurt laughed as he wiped a tear from his eye. He pushed his head back against the booth not knowing what to feel at this point. “Well, I guess that’s that then.”

“Kurt, don’t say that. We can come up with something, don’t shoot this down before it even get’s a chance to take off. I’ll do whatever I can.” Kurt looked into his eyes, so pleading and earnest.

“Blaine, we’ve been through this before, and we both know how well that worked out. I don’t think my heart could take that again.” He pulled his hands away and crossed his arms in front of himself, the guard back up. Blaine wasn’t having it. He got up from his side of the booth and scooted in next to Kurt.

“Please Kurt, It’s a million to one chance we met again tonight. And maybe I’m putting the cart in front of the horse right now, but can’t you see it, we’re meant to be, just you and me. I’m not letting you go” He grabbed Kurt’s face between his hands and pressed his lips hard onto Kurt’s. Kurt wanted to fight it, but he couldn’t. It was the moment he had been dreaming about for years now, Blaine’s hands and lips on his body. It was all he ever wanted in life.

“I love you Kurt, I never stopped loving you.” Blaine whispered in between kisses. “I’ll love you forever.”

“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt repeated over and over as his mouth explored the familiar territory of Blaine’s lips and neck. “I’ve never stopped loving you either.” Blaine pulled back abruptly, knowing if they didn’t stop things soon, well, they would be close to breaking many decency laws.

“Can we get out of here?” Blaine panted as he tried to straighten his shirt and composure. Kurt nodded.
“I’d invite you to my place but I don’t know how many of my roommates are there.”

“Don’t worry, I live a few miles from here, and I know my place is empty” Kurt muttered as he pulled out his wallet and threw some money onto the table. Blaine hopped up and grabbed Kurt’s hand, practically pulling him out the door. Mary saw them leaving and waved goodbye but neither man saw her. She smiled as she watched them disappearing into the night. She knew love when she saw it.
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Nearing Normal Part I

Nearing Normal Part 1
Author: Kneady RN aka Angela
Rating: PG this chapter will be steaming up in the future
Notes: This is a future AU story based on everything up to S4 E6. I don't really know how things are going to go with Kurt and Blaine this season. I hope for a reunion but it's not looking good at this point, so i wanted to make sure they got a happy ending in the future. I got this idea from another RMurphy production (I'll let you figure it out).
At this point, I'm not sure how long the story will be, I'm up to like 4 chapters about now, and I keep thinking of more ideas for the boys and this story. I do promise that it won't take me a year to post the whole thing.
All comments are loved and appreciated, especially if you like it and would like to read more.

Kurt Hummel sat dejectedly at the bar, nursing his drink, all the while feeling very sorry for himself. It had just been an overall crap week. He had been told, once again, that his writing was good, but still wasn’t what the producers were looking for. They wanted something with more punch, something more comical, something less Kurt. He thought it was going to be so simple when he moved to LA, he was the toast of NYC and everyone told him that he was going to be huge in LA, now 4 years later, he was still scrambling for recognition and steady work. He figured that he could always go back to New York, but he considered that to be kind of like giving up, and the one thing that Kurt Hummel refused to be was a quitter. But this latest setback had really been a blow. He had been practically assured that they were going to buy his script and give him his big break. Instead all he heard was everything that was wrong with his idea and how there was no way in hell they would be putting money into this until it had been through some serious tweaking.
It had felt like a punch right into his solar plexus. Some days all he wanted to do was to go home to Lima.

And what made everything worse, he had no one to talk to about all this. His last significant relationship had ended a year ago and there had been a huge drought ever since. It’s not that he didn’t get offers, he got those all the time. The problem was, all these offers were just that, offers without the hope or promise of something more. He had tried the casual sex route when he first moved here and it had been a miserable few months. He was the kind of man that needed more, but Hollywood, he discovered, was a place that gave very little. He seriously wondered how he had lasted so long here, or better yet, why.

“Kurt? Kurt Hummel?” Kurt’s head snapped up at the sound of his name and the voice from which it had came from.

“Blaine!” He exclaimed as he turned to face his first love. “How . . .” His words were cut off as Blaine’s arms surrounded him in a warm hug. Tears began sliding down his cheeks as Blaine held him tight.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Blaine murmured into Kurt’s neck. “It’s been so long.” Kurt nodded. It had been a long time, a really long time. Blaine finally loosened his hold and pushed Kurt at arms length to look at him fully. “You look great, really.” Kurt shrugged and wiped at his eyes. He didn’t think he had changed all that much.

“And you look amazing. Love the hair.” Blaine gave a slight smile. He ran a hand through his short, ungelled curls. Kurt reached up to touch, but pulled back quickly once he realized what he was doing.

“It’s okay.” Blaine grasped his hand and held it up to his head. Kurt ran a tentative hand through those familiar tendrils. “I missed that.” He looked at Kurt longingly. “And I’ve missed you.” Kurt’s heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn’t expected that admission so soon and yet so long in the coming.
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand and squeezed it tightly.

“How have you been? I haven’t heard anything about you in . . .” He tried frantically to remember when was the last time he had heard something about Blaine and or his whereabouts. “Years.” Blaine gave him another soft smile.

“I’m good, really good. I, uh, am here celebrating tonight.” Kurt raised an eyebrow at that comment. “Yeah,
I actually just graduated from medical school.” Kurt stared at him in stunned silence. He hadn’t seen that one coming. Blaine ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“Wow, that’s great. I never knew that that’s what you wanted to do.” He imagined that there were quite a lot of things about Blaine now that he would have never guessed.

“Well, I was in my junior year and it occurred to me that, yeah, I love music and performing, but I wanted to do more. So, I buckled down and for the next year, I worked my ass off and it paid off. I got into med school at UCLA, and . . .”

“Here you are.” Kurt finished. He couldn’t believe it. He and Blaine had been in the same city for the past four years and they hadn’t run into each other once, not until tonight. Kurt pulled him in for another quick hug. It felt so familiar holding him in his arms.

“What are you doing here? I mean, here in LA. Last I had heard you were writing for magazines in New York. Everyone said you were doing well.”

Kurt snorted softly before answering. “I’ve been out here for almost five years now. I moved here to try and make it as a screenwriter or tv writer. Everyone said this is where I should be for that to happen.” He shrugged.

“And?” Blaine asked curiously, wondering if he had maybe watched something Kurt had written.

“And, nothing. I’ve written for a few shows, all which were promptly cancelled. And I’ve written a few screenplays but so far no one’s been interested in making them.” He shrugged. “I’ve been thinking that maybe I should head back to New York. It just doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen for me here.” He stared at his shoes, ashamed to have to admit his failings to Blaine.

“Oh” was all that Blaine could think to say at the moment. They stood there quietly for several minutes.
Blaine was the one who finally broke the silence. “I . . I’m with my friends.” He pointed to a group of three men sitting at the table, all staring at the two of them. Kurt nodded. “But, I want to talk to you some more. Do you have any plans for later?”

“No, none.” And if he had, he would have cleared his schedule immediately. “But don’t you want to celebrate with your friends?”

Blaine gave him another soft smile. “I . . . there’s something else I’d rather celebrate.” He pulled Kurt closer to him, whispering in his ear. “And someone else I’d much rather celebrate with. That okay?”
Kurt nodded furiously. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”

Kurt stood there in shock as he watched Blaine walk back over to his friends. He couldn’t believe this was happening, after so long, and so many years apart. He sat back down as he considered what had led him to this moment now. Had it really been nearly eight years since they had last seen one another. After their break up they had run into each other a few times in Lima on holidays, and after that last run in, Kurt had skipped going back there for holidays. It hurt too much to see him. He sipped his drink as he looked over at Blaine who was explaining to his friends that he needed to go. He had heard from his dad and other members of the Glee club that Blaine had gotten into some fancy school somewhere on the east coast, and other than that, there had been much else that Kurt had learned in the following years. Sure, he could have found out more had he wanted to, but it had just been easier not knowing.

“Hey” Blaine’s voice breaking into his thoughts. “These guys, they wanted to meet you.” Kurt gave him an anxious smile. “I told them how you were my first boyfriend, and . . .”

“And we just had to hear all about Blaine in high school. He‘s always so closed mouth about that.” The tall one with blue eyes interjected. “Mike Swanson.” He extended his hand towards Kurt. Kurt grasped it and shook it firmly.

“Kurt Hummel. Pleasure to meet you. You’re all friends of Blaine?” His gaydar wasn’t at all pinging with this group of men.

“We’re all in the same med school class. We dragged Blaine here, he just hasn’t had much of a social life for the last four years. Good thing we did.” He waggled his eyebrows at Blaine. “Stuart Markowitz.” Another hand extended towards Kurt.

“Well, I’m not as smart as you guys are. I had to study harder.”

“Right Anderson. That’s the only reason.” He gave Blaine a wink. “Les Martin, pleasure to meet you.“ Another strong hand wrapped around Kurt, giving it a quick shake. “So, tell us all about Blaine in high school. We have a bet going that he was a bit of a preppy.” Kurt laughed softly.

“Just a bit.” Blaine gave him a look, one that he knew that if he didn’t shut up, there would be hell to pay later. “I think he may have had more bowties than socks.” They all laughed loudly, looking at Blaine with faked shock. Blaine stood there silently, rolling his eyes.

“Anderson, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Les teased. “What else can you tell us about our young Dr. Anderson Kurt?”

“Um, he was, I mean, he is, a great singer. He could take my breath away just listening to him.” They all turned and looked at Blaine strangely. “You didn’t know?” Kurt looked at them incredulously. Blaine stared up at the ceiling, part of him wanting to crawl under the table and the other part wanting to jump into Kurt’s arms after that last comment.

“No, he somehow managed to skip that little piece of information. What else did you fail to tell us Blainey?” Blaine just tried to look as innocent as possible. Stuart looked at him waiting for any additional information. “Come on Kurt, what else you got on him?”

“Not a thing. He was pretty boring other than that.” Kurt looked at Blaine who mouthed a silent ‘thank you’.

“Well guys, don’t you have wives and girlfriends waiting for you?” Blaine asked, hoping they would get the hint.

“Yeah, so I guess you won’t be joining us, eh Anderson?” Mike asked mischievously.

“I’ll have to take a rain check. Give them my regards, won’t you?” They all gave him a quick hug before heading out the door.

“Nice to meet you Kurt,” Stuart called out, “But next time, we want more dirt.”

“You got it,” Kurt yelled back. He turned and looked at Blaine who was a lovely shade of red. “They seem really nice. Straight, but nice.”

“They’re probably the only reason I’m graduating. I don’t think I could have gotten through the past four years without them.”

“So how come they don’t seem to know a lot about you. I can’t believe that you never sang for them or told them you sing.” Kurt was still trying to wrap his brain about that one.

“You want another drink, I need one.” Blaine muttered as he motioned for the bartender. “Shirley Temple?”
Blaine smirked as he asked. He didn’t really want to go into why he didn’t sing anymore, it wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything, it’s just that sometimes he wondered if he was really making the right decision by becoming a doctor and giving up on his music.

“No, think I outgrew that drink a few years ago, Moved up to something a little stronger.”

“Do tell Mr. Hummel. It’s on me.”

“Cosmo.” Kurt replied with as little irony he could muster. Blaine laughed but said nothing before ordering a cosmo for Kurt and a vodka tonic for himself.

“Cheers.” Blaine said as he handed Kurt his drink. “To . . .” he paused as he considered what to drink to.

“To old friends.” Kurt said before clinking his glass against Blaine’s.

“And new beginnings.” Blaine said quietly before taking a sip from his glass. His eyes locked onto Kurt’s as he drank. Kurt nearly choked on his cosmo. “You okay there?” Blake asked as he patted Kurt on the back.

“Fine, fine.” Kurt finally sputtered.

“Maybe we should have stuck with the Shirley Temple’s for you.” Blaine teased as he rubbed his hand on Kurt’s back. “Can we get out of here?” Blaine asked suddenly. Kurt blinked furiously, surprised by the question.

“Um, yeah, sure” he murmured. “Where do you want to go?” He wasn’t sure what exactly Blaine had in mind. Whatever he wanted, Kurt was more than game.

“Somewhere quiet, where we can talk.” His eyes lowered as did his voice. “I’ve got so much to say to you.”

“Oh, okay. I know a place not too far from here. You ready?” Kurt quickly drained the rest of his drink.
“You heard of a place called Birdys, it’s about a mile up the road.” Blaine laughed softly. He really couldn’t believe what life was throwing at him. “What’s so funny ?”

“Birdys is one of my favorite places. I go there all the time.” Kurt stared back him incredulously.

“I go there all the time, I do some of my best writing there.” He laughed, ‘wow’ he thought, the universe was certainly having a good time on his account today. “You want to walk, or should we drive?”

Blaine shrugged. “Well, as my ride just left, I’ll let you decide.”

“Ok then, come on Dr. Anderson, I’ll drive.”