Posting earlier than usual 'cause I gotta work today. But this is all she wrote, folks. Enjoy!

Kurt was exhausted. Dead tired. He had just spent the day at his brother's home to celebrate a late Christmas with his family, and his nephews were crazy energetic after being cooped up in the house for several days. They had boundless energy where Kurt did not. They ran him ragged, and as much as he adored the boys, he was definitely more than ready to head home and relax.

He was still nearly fifteen miles from home when a huge yawn overtook him. Kurt knew he would never make it the rest of the way home without some sort of pick me up, so he pulled into the lot of a small independent coffee shop that had been recommended to him by some friends some time ago but had never had a chance to try. He parked his Navigator in the back of the lot and trudged into the building.

"Welcome to The Lima Bean! May I take your order?" a far-too-cheerful-for-his-current-mood girl named Cindee asked.

"Oh, um yeah. Grande non-fat mocha, please, and a chocolate chip biscotti."

"Coming right up! Name?"

Kurt gave her his name and stood just outside the condiment bar to wait for his drink to be prepared. Since he was the only one waiting, Cindee didn't call out his name and just handed him the coffee with a smile. With a grateful smile to her in return, Kurt took the hot beverage and scanned the room, looking for a place to sit.

What he saw next made him do a double take. Sitting on a well-loved leather sofa, facing away from him, was a man with a full head of dark curls. Kurt would know that hair anywhere; he had spent enough time that night running his hair through it and memorizing every strand. The man was on the phone, speaking softly. Kurt thought the voice sounded kind of sad, and his heart did a little backflip when he heard the man say, "No, I haven't heard from him yet. I thought we really had something."

Kurt approached him quietly and cautiously, almost as if he was trying to sneak up on a skittish animal. As much as he was excited to see Blaine, he figured bounding up to him and screaming "I FOUND YOU!" would probably not be the best idea.

Kurt walked up next to Blaine. Blaine still hadn't looked in his direction, but he didn't need to; Blaine's profile told him all he needed to know. This was definitely the man he had spent two of the best days of his life with.

Inhaling deeply and gathering all his courage, Kurt reached out a slender finger and tapped Blaine gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he said.

Blaine turned his head in Kurt's direction, and his jaw dropped in surprise. "I'll have to call you back," he said weakly to the person on the other end of the line, and his phone clattered to the table in front of them.

"Hi, can I ask you a question? I'm new here. My name is Kurt." He stuck out his hand for Blaine to shake.

Blaine grasped Kurt's hand with both of his own, beaming with happiness.

"Blaine."