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This part was originally posted in Collection of Fics, but I have since expanded on, hence the move.

When the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment building, Blaine jumped out, hitching his dufflebag over his shoulder, and quickly tipped the cab driver before scooping up the bouquet of flowers he had bought for Kurt. They hadn't seen each other in over two and a half years. First because he was serving overseas, but then because he had gone missing in action, presumed dead. A year and a half since, and he had finally made his way home. To Kurt. Assuming Kurt hadn't moved out of Bushwick or gotten a new boyfriend.

Oh god. What if he had moved on? Blaine took a deep breath and stepped towards the door. If Kurt had moved out, Blaine would give him or Burt a call. And if he had moved on… well. Blaine would accept it and try to be happy that Kurt was happy. It wasn't either of their faults that the army had decided to declare him dead without the body.

Someone hurried out of the building, allowing Blaine to go inside without hitting the buzzer.

When he reached the fourth floor and his apartment - their apartment ever since Rachel and Santana had moved out - he set down his bag. This was it.

Kurt was sitting on the couch, attempting to draw some sketches, when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed, and slowly stood up. It was probably someone who had gotten the wrong door. He didn't really like inviting people over any more. If he wanted to hangout with people, he would go meet up with them. Rachel and Santana both had nicer places in nicer neighborhoods now anyways. When they had moved out, they had both encouraged him to join one of them. He had the money, but he just wasn't quite ready to leave behind the place where he and Blaine had lived. It did however mean that every time there was a knock on the door, a little thrill of hope went through him that it was Blaine.

Of course it never was.

Even if that knock did sound exactly like Blaine's. Kurt reached the door and stood their silently for a moment, quelling the hope that had surged through his heart. There was no way it was Blaine. There had been a funeral. He'd been given a flag. He'd gotten the dog tags sent back. He'd spent months making deals with every deity that anyone had ever believed in. Blaine was gone.

There was a more insistent knock on the door, causing Kurt to open it.

One second he was staring at a bouquet of flowers held up to block the persons face, the next he was staring at-

"Blaine!?" A grin spread across his face as he launched himself at his fiance. "But- how? They said-"

He felt Blaine pull him closer, burying his face in Kurt's neck before taking a shaky breath. "I promised you. I came home."

"How? I-" Kurt broke off with a sniffle. "You died. They gave me your tags. We had a funeral. How are you-?"

Blaine pulled back far enough so that they could rest their foreheads together. "I can tell you the whole thing later, but basically I lost my tags in an explosion, and the army declared me dead when I had really been captured by the enemy."

There was a soft thud as Blaine dropped the floors, instead lacing their hands together. "They told me you were dead," Kurt repeated dumbly, feeling like a broken record. "You're alive though- oh my god, Blaine you're alive." He pulled Blaine into a messy kiss before tugging him inside.

"So- you still want me in your life then?" Blaine asked, gripping Kurt's hand tightly as he kicked his dufflebag inside.

"Do I still-" Kurt scoffed. "Blaine, of course I still want you in my life. I havealways wanted you in my life. I have wanted nothing more since you left. You're never leaving me like that again."

"I can assure you, I have no plans to." Blaine pulled Kurt close again. "I have waited so long to be with you again."

Kurt's phone started loudly ringing across the room. "I should get that?" he said, a slight question in his voice.

"I don't know, you tell me," Blaine laughed - and wow had Kurt missed that sound. "We've got all the time in the world now."

Kurt pulled out of the hug, but kept their hands link. "Come on."

"Actually," Blaine hedged, "do you mind if I go shower? I've kind of been traveling for 20 hours straight and I feel gross and the only reason my hair is anything decent is because I stopped in the bathroom real fast before I left the airport."

"Oh, sure," Kurt said, a bit reluctant to let Blaine out of his sights so soon after they had miraculously been reunited. "Just don't be too long?" he asked, finally letting go of Blaine's hand.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Blaine dropped a small kiss to Kurt's lips before heading across the apartment. "Answer the phone!" he called as he reached the bathroom.

"Oh, right." Kurt snatched his phone off the table and hit answer right before the call transferred to voicemail. "Hello?"

"Hey bud, did you forget that you were gonna call me ten minutes ago?" At the sound of his dad's voice, something broke in Kurt, and he sunk down onto his chair, crying quietly, so relieved that everything was somehow, miraculously, over.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" His dad asked worriedly when he heard Kurt's ragged breathing on the line. "I'm not upset with you. Do you need- should I send Rachel over there? I can fly out there-"

"Dad, dad," Kurt cut him off with a laugh. "I'm fine. I'm more than fine actually, I-"

"Kurt, I know that grief can be, really difficult, and if you need-"

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, a fond smile spreading across his face as a few tears continued to fall. "He came home."

"He-? What? Are you sure you're okay? It's no problem to dart up there from DC."

"Blaine. He came home. That's why I missed our call."

"Kurt…" Burt said worriedly. "Are you sure… I'm going to come visit you. I should be able to catch a train in the next two hours."

"Dad, I'm not- hallucinating or whatever. Here, hold on a minute." He stood up and walked over the the bathroom, knocking on the door before entering. "Hey Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine asked, poking his head out around the curtain. "Did you want to join me," he waggled his eyebrows at Kurt suggestively.

"Blaine," Kurt huffed out fondly. He held up the phone. "My dad is worried that I've lost it. Can you say hi to him before he steals a private jet to get here?"

"Of course!" Blaine said cheerily, stepping out of the shower before wrapping a towel around himself and smiling a little smugly as Kurt looked him up and down. "I've missed him almost as much as I've missed you."

"Hey!" Kurt exclaimed indignantly. "You behave," he said, before handing the phone over.

"How are you Mr. Hummel?" There was a long silence, which, based on Blaine's sheepish grin, Kurt assumed was being filled with surprise, and then a lecture about never vanishing ever again.

"I promise that I won't leave the city again without Kurt by my side." There was another pause, during which Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt. "I'll tell you all about it when you get here… yup… see you soon. I love you too."

Blaine hung up the phone and turned to Kurt, a little teary eyed, but looking very happy. "He'll be here in four hours."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Everyone's going to banging down our door soon. I bet he'll have called everyone we've ever met by the time he reaches the train." Kurt squeezed his hand. "Get dressed, and then I vote we order a pizza and then we'll eat it in our room, and catch each other up on things for a little while before telling them."

"Sounds perfect. Although I should probably call my parents and Cooper while you order the pizza."

"They don't know yet?!"

"I was so eager to get back and surprise you, that I kind of forgot to let them know. You're my family, you're my future, you are the one I promised I was coming home."