In My Life, I Love You More
' But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one compares with you,
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For the people and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them,
In my life, I love you more. '
- In My Life, the Beatles
March 11, 2015
Kurt pulled his bag up on his shoulder, leaning against one of the tables in the busy coffee shop. He let out a breath, closing his eyes and pressing his thumb and forefinger to his temples, waiting for his order to be shouted over the idle chatter of the other customers.
"Large nonfat mocha," the barista called out, and Kurt tugged on the strap of his bag once again, making his way back to the counter. However, once he reached out for the paper cup, another hand brushed against his. He glanced up at the other person and was immediately thankful that he hadn't yet taken the coffee from the countertop.
Familiar hazel eyes were staring at him, that same old smile on his lips.
Two and a half years ago, it had seemed only right for them to part ways, though with the promise to stay close and keep in touch. However, they grew busy and grew apart, and after more than a year of lost contact, suddenly Blaine was there, reaching for the same coffee cup as Kurt, fingers colliding with the same electric shock that Kurt had always experienced.
Kurt blinked several times, as though the boy in front of him might suddenly disappear again, as quickly as he had appeared. He swallowed as Blaine chuckled slightly, still smiling. "Guess after all this time I'm still used to grabbing it for you. I suppose old habits die hard."
Kurt wished more than anything that his words were not failing him, but he found himself completely unable to speak, simply staring at the boy in front of him. Blaine laughed slightly at the boy's speechlessness. He took a deep breath, taking his own cup of coffee from the counter.
"Do you have a minute?" Blaine asked at last. "I'd love to catch up."
Kurt nodded, turning from the boy and closing his eyes again for a moment to remember himself. Taking a deep breath, he made his way across the café, Blaine following him close behind. He settled himself at one of the tables in the corner, Blaine sitting across from him, still smiling as he sipped his coffee.
Finally, Kurt couldn't take it anymore, setting his cup between them. "What are you doing here?" he asked, bluntly and Blaine's smile faltered for a moment. Kurt knew that Blaine probably took this as his presence being unwanted, which wasn't entirely true. Still, the silence that had fallen between them for so long still stabbed at his heart, stinging and aching. All the same there was a part of him that had always hoped for a reconnection, something straight out of a romance movie. Maybe, he thought, just maybe, this was his chance.
"I moved here," Blaine explained at last, "this past summer."
"What about Dartmouth?" Kurt asked, all too aware that his words bore a hint of bitterness. "I thought your father had pulled strings for you to attend the same college as him."
"Honestly, he and I speak even less these days," Blaine responded, an edge to his own words as well. "I've transferred to Columbia so I suppose he's still pleased that I'm at an Ivy League, but I think when he finally realized that not only could he not change my sexuality, but he couldn't convince me to follow in his footsteps with the family business... he just sort of stopped caring."
"Oh," Kurt said lamely. "So instead of a business major, now you're..."
"Music education," Blaine replied with a grin.
Kurt nodded, his heart warming at the idea of Blaine teaching, probably at some underprivileged school, probably running a glee club there like they'd been in together so many years before. "And where are you living these days?" Kurt asked in turn.
"West Village," he answered slowly. There was a heavy pause. "With my boyfriend."
Kurt choked slightly on the coffee he'd been drinking. "Boyfriend?" he squeaked slightly. "Oh. What... what's he like?"
Blaine looked back down at the cup sitting between his hands. "Well," he said, "his name is Travis. He attended the liberal arts college at Dartmouth—he's graduated now. He's into photography and he plays guitar, but he can't sing to save his life, so he generally leaves vocals to me. He's got a job at a record store near our apartment."
Kurt hummed in response. "How incredibly... hipster," he said, the displeasured tone returning to his words. "He sounds like a downright stereotype."
"Come on, be fair," Blaine said, though it was with a smile. "You've never even met him." He rested the cup of coffee between them, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward. "And what about you?"
Kurt swallowed, tilting his head away for just a moment as his mind raced. He spotted a few scattered magazines on an end table near them, and found himself scanning the covers for names. Before he could curse the fact that the only he could see was a rather old issue of something dedicated to Twilight of all things, he turned back to Blaine. "My boyfriend's name is Taylor," he said. "We're not living together, though. I'm still with Rachel over on Morningside. The two of them go to school together, though."
Blaine nodded, glancing down at his watch. "I really hate to do this, but I have to run to class," he said. "It was really nice to see you, though, Kurt."
"You too," Kurt responded, though he couldn't help but feel as though it was a complete lie.
"I want to give you my number," Blaine said, rifling through his bag and finally withdrawing a pen. "My dad pulled me off his plan, so my number changed." He took a napkin and quickly scribbled the digits on it, sliding it across the table once he had finished. "Promise you'll call, or at the very least text? I'd hate to go back to the way things were between us."
Kurt licked his lips, hesitantly taking the napkin from the Blaine. "Yeah," he said softly, nodding. "Yeah, of course."
Blaine beamed at him. "I'll talk to you soon, then," he said. "Again, it was great to see you." And with a smile and a wave, he was gone again.
Kurt buried his head in his hands, letting out a small groan and wishing he'd arrived at the café just fifteen minutes later.