A/N: alright ladies and gents, this is my new fic! If you have any question about the warning, shoot me a pm!

I hope you'll like it!

Big thank to InTheDarkOfTheNight and Lurida!

*Edit* This fic is an AU, but everything that happened up until the "I do" episode happened in this universe as well.

Blaine was standing in front of the Hummel door, trying to gather the little bit of strength he had left in his body. He finally rang the doorbell and a couple of moments later Kurt opened the door.

Of course Kurt had to be breathtakingly beautiful. Of course he had to have the biggest smile on his face, one that Blaine hadn't really seen since their break-up in October. He hated himself already for what he was about to do.

Blaine let himself be hugged, making sure to put a little space between their bodies and didn't answer when Kurt asked him to come in.

"Kurt, I… I can't do this anymore." Blaine said in a rush, his head bowing down. He couldn't look into Kurt's eyes, not this time around. He was just too tired not to be a coward.

"What do you mean? Blaine?" Blaine couldn't see Kurt frowning and putting up all the walls he had build to protect himself over the years of bullying and being hurt, but Blaine didn't have to look at Kurt to see him. He knew exactly what expression Kurt had on his face, or how his arms were crossed over his body, not to show that he wasn't willing to talk but because he needed to touch himself to get a little bit of reassurance. Blaine knew all that, he didn't need to look up to see this. He had done it once, he couldn't do that twice.

"I know we're not together together, but I just can't do this anymore. I can't sleep with you again, I can't be around you anymore. I'm leaving, Kurt."

"Blaine, what are you talking about?" Blaine heard clearly the hitch in Kurt's voice, the way it broke a little at the end of his name, or the way it grew cold at the end of the sentence. Blaine took a deep breath and looked up, finally, not meeting Kurt's eyes and looking a little bit over the man's shoulder.

"I just, I'm really sorry. I'm really really sorry, Kurt. I hope one day you'll forgive me. Please be happy, okay?"

Blaine didn't wait for an answer and rushed out of the garden and down the street. He thought heard Kurt shout his name once or twice. He wasn't sure.

He ran as far as he could, trying to hold back his tears as much as he could. With rage, he brushed his eyes with his sleeve and climbed into a navy blue car that was waiting for him.

"Blaine?" The man in the driver seat didn't get an answer, Blaine buckled the seat belt and looked right in front of him, stoic in his seat.

"Just drive Coop."

"Squirt, you didn't have to do that, you could just explain this to him and-"

"Cooper, he deserves better, he deserves a future and he deserves to be happy. Now drive, I just, I just can't stay here."

"Blaine, you'll have to tell him you know." Blaine snapped his head at his brother and glared at him, his lips drawn in a tight line.

"Cooper, just drive the damn car."

"Fine. You sure you've got everything?"

Blaine turned around to see his luggage and his guitar in the backseat, the boy sighed and nodded silently.

Cooper started the car and drove away from Kurt's neighborhood. They didn't really talk to each other for most of the drive, Cooper giving his little brother as much space as he could when two people were in a car.

With every mile that put them away from Ohio Blaine felt the guilt settle heavier and heavier in his stomach. He felt the weight of his actions on his shoulders. He had just ruined everything once again and this time he knew that there was no going back, he couldn't and wouldn't.

Hours later Blaine finally saw the welcoming sign to California.

Six years later

Kurt was exhausted to say at the least. He loved his work, really he did. But what he didn't like so much was the constant travel. It wasn't as glamorous as people made it out to be. Yes, he had traveled around the world but he wouldn't be able to tell you anything about the countries he had been in to save his life. What he could tell you about though, was airports. He knew all about them since it was all he saw whenever he travelled for work. That and the hotels.

It was depressing not to be able to visit even a little and have to jump from one photoshoot to another. But in a way that was what made his life interesting.

During his second year at Isabelle had been asked to go to France to help the branch of the magazine they had there. She left and took the lead of the magazine, revealing herself in this. She was finally able to move things and do things the way she wanted, it was liberating. She called Kurt a few months after she settled and offered him a job in Paris. Kurt remembered the the sleepless night he had over the decision. It was such a big decision for someone his age. He didn't know if he was ready to fly to the other side of the ocean, to leave his father and his friends behind for a job. He tossed and turned in his bed, for hours. Until he realized that he hadn't felt that alive and shaken by all his emotions for a very long time. Since Blaine, actually. The young man had stood up quickly and walked over to his mirror, gave himself the best pep talk ever, grabbed his laptop and answered yes to Isabelle's proposition. Two weeks later he was flying to Paris.

Kurt had never understood what happened with Blaine that fateful night in front of his porch, but right after that the two of them had stopped talking, Blaine transferred schools, he disappeared and never spoke to any members of the New Direction ever again.

Kurt had been hurt, angry, sad and bitter but most of all he had been lost. He had no idea what had happened or why Blaine had said and done those things. He had thought that this time with lots of work things would be different, that they would finally grt a chance at romance, that they would get the happy ending they were supposed to have. All he got in the end was a broken heart.

When Kurt had said yes to Paris, he had first and foremost said yes to the experience that this was going to bring him. He wasn't stupid though, he knew that it was also his way to get away. His yes to Paris was a yes to a get away, yes to going as far as possible from the man that had been his everything and shattered his whole world with few little words, it had already been two years but Kurt still wasn't healed.

The work, the travel, the rounds of unpronounceable French words took his mind off the heartache at first. It was numbing. New country, new language, new culture, new everything. It was what he needed. This was a new set up for a new Kurt Hummel. After weeks his heartache was just a distant pain in his chest and after months he barely thought about it anymore. Maybe just when he was alone, but he made sure that didn't happen too often.

"Kurt!" Isabelle stormed into his office, a bright smile on her lips and documents on her hand that she was waving under his nose.

"I had the best idea ever! Well me and my dear colleague from New York. Anyway, we're going to have a joint issue for this fall and I need someone from our offices to be there to make sure that everything goes accordingly to plan."

This was how Isabelle had started her rant about her project. She talked and talked until she could barely breathe anymore, sometimes Isabel reminded him of Rachel. It was probably because he missed his family and his friends so much that Kurt said yes to Isabelle's crazy idea or maybe it was just because the project spoke to him. He didn't really know. It had been four years since he had set foot in the big city, and he couldn't wait to get there. He was also dreading it.

He had expected the jet lag and the headache from little to no sleep. What he hadn't expected was that the aircraft lost his baggage and then the punch in the face when he stepped out of the airport. The smell, the people, the life. It was all so different and new but somehow oh so familiar. Kurt took a few seconds to close his eyes and take a big breath, full of exhaust fumes, and just something indescribably New York.

Kurt waited in line to get a cab to go to the city and asked to stop at the first coffee shop they saw. He extracted himself from the vehicle and bought a grande non fat mocha and a bagel.

Food orgasm, Kurt thought as he took the first bite of his bagel. He loved Paris and the way people there lived, but nothing screamed more "home" than a fresh New York bagel.

He got back into the car and gave the driver the directions to the place where the photoshoot was supposed to be held. After losing his baggage it had taken way too much time and now he couldn't even stop by the hotel. So not only was he jet lagged but he also was in an outfit that he had worn for now twenty-four hours, he felt itchy and completely disgusting. But it wasn't the first time this had happened to him, he knew better than to sulk and tried to appreciate the cool window against his forehead and the invigorating coffee in his hand.

The photoshoot was supposed to last two weeks and then he would have to work with the New York offices to decide which photos would make it to the magazine and what article to pick to follow the editorial line they had chosen. It was going to take at least two months and at some point he was supposed to leave the hotel for one of the apartments that belonged to the company. In all honesty right now, all he needed was a bed. It didn't matter where.

They arrived shortly where the first photoshoot was supposed to be held. People were already running around, and gathering here and there. Models were taking a break, probably from makeup, and chatting lightly with the hairdressers. Kurt loved the ambiance, he loved a first day on a photoshoot. Everything was new, everything was here to be built, everything was possible.

"Kurt! Hummel! Oh, Hummelina, over here!" Kurt's head snapped around and was greeted with the biggest red-lipped smile ever.

"Santana! Hi!" The man literally threw himself at the Latina, hugging her like his life depended on it. "Oh my god, I didn't know you were working on this!"

"Surprise, surprise my little French croissant. When I knew you were in charge of the project I asked and threatened people to work on it as well. Now you're stuck with me and I have lots of unanswered questions for you." She wriggled her eyebrows and smirked at him devilishly before breaking into laughters. "Okay, you're going to need a tour of the place or are you good?"

"I'm good, I'll just take myself around at lunch to get familiar with the place. So I take it the PR Management is doing good for you?"

"Yeah, after you hooked me up with that dude from Vogue I worked my way up." The woman looked down a little before snapping her head up and pushing her hair off her shoulder " I'm not gonna thank you, I have too much pride for that."

"Well just like you should. I only got you an appointment, you did the rest all by yourself. God only knows how."

"You're a douche" the Latina answered pinching his arms painfully.

"Uh, Kurt, before we walked into this." the woman motioned the hangar with her head, blocking the way between it and Kurt.

"I have to warn you. I had no idea before I came in this morning . But you should know that…"

The woman started, unfortunately she didn't get to finish her sentence as someone ran right behind her and she caught a glimpse of black curly hair.

Santana watched the whole scene, and felt like a spectator in front of an unavoidable car crash: wanting to do something but inevitably helpless and winced in pain when it all collapsed.

Kurt followed the man with his eyes, frozen in shock. It had been six years, six years and Kurt's breath was still taken away the second he saw bare ankles, broad shoulders and black curly hair, curlier than before but still. Kurt's eyes stayed fixed on the spot where the man had been minutes ago before he disappeared into the hangar.

His hand found Santana's arm and he held tight, as tightly as he could. His gaze fell on the Latina who was waiting, a frown on her face.

"Was that…Blaine?"

A/N: ... I'm just gonna go hide under my blanket.

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