Being Grown Up Isn't Half as Fun

Chapter 4

Blaine was twenty when he met the love of his life. 

He moved out of Ohio shortly after his sophomore year. Saying goodbye to Kurt was the hardest part. They had been best friends since they were little, and letting someone so special go was heart wrenching. They promised to keep in contact through Skype, text and e-mail. But after a couple of years, it all dwindled down to messages on the holidays. 

Blaine moved to New York after his senior year. He lived in a small apartment, owned a cat named Fudge, and worked at a record store. He currently attended NYADA and proudly announced it when introducing himself. 

Some nights, with Fudge the cat under arm, he would reflect on old photos. His favorite being one of a curly headed boy and his friend with eyes the color of sea foam. They were laying side by side on their stomachs, heads hanging over two conjoining roofs. He remembered that day fondly. His mother had insisted they took a picture together, one to remember each other by. What better place to take it than the place they spent most of their time? 

Blaine smiled, running his thumb over the picture and placing it back in his scrapbook. He'd tried calling up Kurt, but his number had been changed. Blaine had felt a pang of sadness in his heart when he realized Kurt hadn't bothered to tell him. But why would he? They were friends a long time ago, and barely talked now. He snorted, shaking his head and placing the scrapbook under his bed. 

He wouldn't admit it easily, but he had always had a big crush on Kurt. It was hard not to, he was breath taking even when he was young. Blaine couldn't imagine how gorgeous he was now. With a groan, he fell into an uneasy sleep, Fudge curled lazily on his chest and thoughts of Kurt in his head.

The next day, Blaine leaned against the counter in the record store he worked at. There was a constant flow of people in and out the door, but it was surprising how little purchased something. He was about to checkout when he thought he heard a familiar voice. It reached into his soul and sent shivers down his spine. But when he looked up, all he caught was a glimpse of a scarf and what could have been sea foam eyes. He didn't get any sleep that night. 

A week later he stood behind the same counter, ringing up a young woman who seemed to be purchasing every Beatles album ever produced. He tuned out her chatter about him being charming, smiling politely and handing the receipt over. She walked away, bag in hand, seeming a little disheartened. 

The next customer stepped up to the counter as Blaine was putting money into the till. "Hello, I would like to inquire abou-oh my God." The person started but cut off with a gasp as Blaine looked up. 

"Problem, sir?" he asked just as honey eyes met sea foam ones. 

"Blaine? Blaine Anderson?" The man gaped in disbelief. Blaine, on the other hand, nearly jumped over the counter. 

"Kurt, holy crap, I can't believe it's you!" Blaine exclaimed, enveloping Kurt in a tight hug. After several long seconds, Blaine let go, looking Kurt in the eye. "I never thought I'd see you again." 

Kurt pulled Blaine back into the hug, squeezing him tight. "Please don't leave again, Blaine. It was hard not having my best friend for that long. Promise?" 

Blaine was taken aback, and took a long pause before replying, "I swear, Kurt." 

That's when Blaine kissed Kurt. 

And Kurt kissed back.

It was one promise Blaine never broke.