Kurt called Mercedes phone three times and Sam's twice before giving up. "Okay," he said, angrily tossing his phone onto an armchair. "They won't answer. Mercedes definitely doesn't have studio time today, so I'm pretty sure they're ignoring us."

"Should we just… can we just show up at where ever they're staying? Sam might accidentally kill someone if I show up at dinner unannounced."

Kurt snorted. "He's probably going to break you by mistake when he sees you anyways."

Blaine rolled his eyes, kissing Kurt's shoulder. "So… going over to their place? As much as I want to stay here for a few more weeks, just the two of us, I do miss the city and the people. And your dad took off a few days to see us."

Sighing good naturedly, Kurt stood up, reaching a hand out to Blaine. "We can do whatever your heart desires."

"Does that mean-" Blaine asked, a gleeful expression on his face, eyebrows raised.

"No." Kurt cut him off. "Not a chance." Blaine pouted, breaking Kurt's resistance just a little bit more. "Okay, okay, maybe. We can discuss your weird role-play ideas later. I thought you wanted to go find Sam?"

Nodding, Blaine pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips before skipping off to the bedroom to find more appropriate clothes to go out in.

"You go missing for two years, and you come back still asking for the same weird role-playing," Kurt called after him. "Sometimes I don't know how it took me so long to realize what an utter dork you are."

Under normal circumstances, Kurt would have opted for taking the subway to the apartment Mercedes' label had her staying at, but it was a nice day, and Kurt wanted Blaine to himself for a little while longer. Besides, he thought, Blaine had said he missed the city, and it would less than an hour to get there by foot.

At Blaine's urging, Kurt pushed the buzzer for Mercedes' apartment and didn't mention Blaine. Instead he told her and Sam that he had a surprise and needed to come up.

He and Blaine made it up the four flights of stairs in record time, hands clasped between them. When they reached the correct door, Blaine dropped his hand, moving to stand just out of sight of the door. Kurt wanted to drag him back, but the mischievous yet nervous look on Blaine's face melted his heart a little, and he decided to just go with it.

He knocked, and the door was quickly pulled open, revealing Mercedes dressed for a day of lounging around, and Sam lying on the couch.

"So," she said, jutting her hip out a little. "What's so exciting that it couldn't wait until dinner?" she grinned. "Did you call that guy?"

Kurt shook his head, trying not to laugh at the stricken look on his face. "Of course I didn't, even if I was up for dating, that guy was kind of a douche." He focused his attention behind her for a minute, "Sam, get over here!" Sam sighed loudly and began to stand up while Kurt redirected his attention to Mercedes. "Honestly I'm more than a little concerned about your judgement. I looked him up on facebook and aside from being a jackass, he sounds like an idiot."

Mercedes' opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam joining them. He wrapped an arm around her waist before speaking. "What's so important that I had to get off the couch?" He looked Kurt over quickly as though he would find the answer there, eye catching on his hand. "You're wearing your engagement ring again," he said, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Mercedes looked him over with some concern.

Kurt shifted uncomfortably, he didn't know what Blaine's plan was for revealing that he was back, but if he didn't do it soon, Kurt was going to have to do it for him.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Mercedes' asked quietly. "You seem happy but are you-"

Kurt caught Blaine's nod out of the corner of his eye and let out a breath. "I'm really really good actually. That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you guys about before the dinner happened. We figured we should tell you instead of letting you find out when you showed up."

"Okay..." Mercedes said slowly. "We? Kurt?"

Kurt reached over, grabbing Blaine's arm and pulling him into their line of sight. "We."

"Surprise?" Blaine said nervously as Sam stared at him in open-mouthed shock, and Mercedes phone clattered to the floor.

They both stood frozen for a minute before Sam reached out slowly, tentatively touching Blaine's arm. Before Kurt had registered that he was moving, Sam was flinging himself at Blaine, knocking him back a few steps as he did so.

"I am going to kill you!" Sam exclaimed, hugging Blaine tightly.

Kurt laughed, and glanced at Mercedes who understandably looked like she was seeing a ghost. "…When?"

"Yesterday," Kurt shrugged, unable to stop the smile that crossed his face. "He just showed up," he blinked rapidly, trying to stop himself from starting to cry.

"Oh honey," Mercedes said quietly opening her arms for him to fall into. "I am so happy for you."

She talked to him softly, while he tried to stop himself from crying.

There was a loud bang and they broke apart.

"Ow."

Kurt turned around to see Sam and Blaine in a heap on the floor.

"Your knee is in my crotch," Blaine complained, lying spread-eagle on his back, Sam on top of him.

"I don't care dude, I really missed you."

Blaine patted Sam awkwardly, "Yes, but I'd rather your knee not be right there."

A door down the hall opened, the resident giving Sam and Blaine a weird look before moving to the stairs.

"Okay, come on you two," Mercedes said firmly. "We can continue this inside."

"Do we have to?" Sam whined, moving to stand up as he did so.

Once Sam was out of the way, Kurt reached a hand out for Blaine to grab. "Come on sweetheart, let's get inside."