AN: Day Seven: Reunion.

"Have you told him?"

Kurt tore his eyes away from the movie he and Adam were watching. Adam had suggested on finding "their movie" so they could relate to something other than musical theatre and show choir, but to be honest, Kurt thought "Dear John" was predictable and a little boring. He didn't want to admit this to Adam though.

"Told who what?" Kurt asked, and Adam gave him an obvious look.

"Told your ex-boyfriend that you're still in love with him."

Kurt froze. He didn't know what to say. He didn't expect for this date (or whatever it is you call watching a mediocre movie in your living room with a twenty two year old guy) to come to this. Adam pulled a fast one on him.

"Um," Kurt said. "That was...un called for?"

"I'm curious."

"No," Kurt said quietly. His face was turning bright red. "I haven't."

"Why don't you?" Adam asked.

"Where did this come from?" Kurt asked, sounded irritated. "I thought you wanted to find 'our movie' or something like that. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because, Kurt," Adam said kindly but slowly, "As much as I love spending time with you, I...I feel like you're holding back, and its because you're not completely over this guy."

"So what do you want me to do?" Kurt said. He could feel his throat closing up like he was about to cry. He felt embarrassed and a little angry, too, even though he knew Adam didn't mean to come off that way. "Do you just want me to forget about him? Because it doesn't work like that. I can't just shut him out like he never existed."

"Precisely," Adam said. "I know that. I know how hard it is to get over someone when...you can't."

Kurt turned his head. "Who said I ca-"

"Kurt," Adam smiled. "It's fine, but you look like a nostalgic love sick puppy whenever he's mentioned."

Then Kurt couldn't contain it. A sob racked through his body and tried to escape, but he tried to suppress it as best as he could. Adam gave another sad smile when he saw the tears welling in Kurt's eyes.

"You miss him, don't you?" he asked. If Kurt used his voice right now, all that would come out was a constricted squeal, so he just nodded.

"And that's okay," Adam reassured. "I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that no matter how much I admire you, I can't force you to move on when you're heart is in another place."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Kurt asked.

Adam took Kurt's hand gently in his own. "I don't really think I needed to, Kurt. I think we were already there."

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, and Adam nodded.

"I know. I am too. But I can't let you become even more upset each day when I know you'd rather be with someone else."

"I swear I didn't mean to...you know, lead you on."

"I know you didn't. You wanted to get over someone who hurt you. Who doesn't? It's natural to feel that way. But it's also natural to feel an attachment."

"So what should I do?" Kurt asked defeatedly. He was done with feeling exhausted and sad all the time. Despite living in the city where dreams came true, attending an amazing school and having a small job on the side, he missed Blaine, and that was enough to make him forget everything.

"I think you need to talk to him about it," Adam said. "And not on the phone, in person."

Later on that night, after Kurt said goodbye to Adam at the front door, Kurt thought about Adam's words. He lay in bed and let everything out. He cried and cried and cried, but it felt good, like a release. He cried about how much he missed Blaine and cried about how he'd been denying it for far too long. He wished Blaine was right here, telling him everything would be okay.

After the crying and hyperventilating, Kurt was left with puffy eyes, a sore throat, and a made-up decision in his mind.

TWO DAYS LATER

It was raining. Hard.

Blaine thought the sky had to have been saving up for a few days just to unleash a never ending swimming pool right over Lima. He was lucky that schools were indoors, but even just running to his car after school to drive home, Blaine's clothes, hair and the textbook he's been using as a makeshift umbrella to shield himself were completely drenched.

Blaine arrived at home (getting even more wet in the process to run to his front door) and immediately hoped into his shower where warm water poured out instead of cold. His parents weren't home and he was by himself. He changed into sweatpants and one of his old Dalton hoodies before taking his homework out and setting it on his bed. Just as he was about to start, his phone rang. When Blaine noticed that the caller was Kurt, he smiled and answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Kurt said. He sounded happy, which made Blaine happy. "Nothing. I was just going to ask you that exact question. How was your day?"

Blaine sighed. "Not the best..."

"Why?"

"Well, for starters, stupid cheerios practice was way too early in the morning for my liking. I know I'm only joining it so I can take it down, but this is ridiculous. If I have to hear Coach Sylvester call me young Burt Reynolds one more time in front of all those girls, I'm going to snap right in the middle of the gym."

Kurt giggled. "I'm sorry. You're doing the right thing, though."

"I guess," Blaine shrugged. "I'm just glad you called."

"You can call me anytime you feel like it."

"Okay," Blaine gave a warm smile even though he knew Kurt couldn't see it. "So how's NYADA?"

"It's alright," Kurt said. "The classes are rough and strict and ever moment not spent studying is spent dancing, but it's alright."

"That's good," Blaine replied. "I'm glad you like it there."

"I do, so much, but there's been something that's really been bothering me."

"What is it?" Blaine asked.

"It's that you're not here with me."

Blaine froze with the phone still pressed against his ear. "What?"

"I miss you, Blaine," Kurt said, and Blaine swore he could hear a trace of a smile in Kurt's voice. He imagined Kurt lounging across his bed in New York, the phone pressed to the side of his face like Blaine was doing now.

"I miss you too, Kurt," Blaine nearly whispered.

"And I was stupid for not realizing that before."

"It's not stupid."

"Maybe not. But I've been postponing this for far too long."

"Postponing what?"

"How much I love you and how much I want to see you," Kurt breathed, and Blaine tried not to gasp into the phone.

"...Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I miss you a lot, and I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine couldn't believe what he was hearing. He considered the thought that it could be a prank call right now, but the sincerity and honesty in Kurt's voice told him it wasn't.

"You knew that already," Kurt teased. "Everybody knew that."

Blaine's laugh came out breathy and grateful. "Yeah, I guess I did."

"Hey, Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm getting awfully wet out here. Could you open the front door?"

Blaine almost dropped his phone on the ground. There was no way. No way. Could he...?

Blaine ran down the stairs faster than a kid on Christmas morning. He slid down the rail halfway even though his mom had forbidden him a million times from ever doing that.

He got to the door, swung it open, and there he was.

Kurt was standing there, his bangs dripping wet over his forehead and his jeans and sweater soaked, but his face was glowing with an illuminating smile, bright eyes and rosy cheeks."

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said, still talking into the phone. He shoved it into his pocket.

"Kurt..." Kurt smiled at Blaine's wide eyes. "How...why are you..."

"Because there was no way I was letting us get back together over the phone or Skype, of all things."

Blaine stepped aside to let Kurt inside, and Kurt launched himself into Blaine's waiting arms. Blaine could feel Kurt's body shaking, and he didn't know if it was from the cold rain or just the overwhelming storm of emotions hitting him at all once, but whatever the reason was, Blaine was there to make it go away.

"Oh my god," Blaine muttered into Kurt's soaked shoulder. "I can't believe it. I can't believe you're here. Oh my god, oh my god."

"Blaine," Kurt sniffed, openly burying his face into Blaine's neck. "I love you."

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine replied, swaying them back and forth like they were dancing. "I love you. This is the most amazing surprise ever."

Kurt lifted his face from Blaine's shoulder, his eyes teary, and lay his forehead against Blaine's. Blaine could remember the last time they were this close: at Mr. Schue's wedding, laying in that hotel bed late at night before they had to leave their private little world and return to reality. But this was a different kind of close.

Kurt surged forward and pressed his lips to Blaine's, Blaine immediately responding to it with passion and promise. They kissed and kissed and kissed, right in front of Blaine's door, the thunder and loud pattering of the rain smacking against the house. But they didn't care if one of them was soaking wet and had freezing skin or that this wasn't the most romantic place to have a kiss. It was theirs, and they took it.

"Can we please get back to being us again?" Kurt whispered sultrily against Blaine's warm lips.

"There's nothing I want more than that," Blaine answered and swooped in to kiss Kurt's lips again.

They still had plenty to talk about in terms of their feelings, the past and their future together. But for now, they were Kurt and Blaine again. Not even rain could stop that.

AN: And that concludes Klaine Week 2013! Thanks for reading! I had so much fun writing all these fics.