His thoughts were a bit of a blur. The emotions were all jumbled. He didn't really remember standing, only that he was moving. His hands dropped to his sides and he was walking - or running.
Blaine was there, out of the jeep. He looked good, his hair was crazy, he was hurt, he had crutches, THEY HURT HIM, he was there, he was amazing, HOW COULD THEY, his arms are so strong... Everything came at once, almost too much. The minute he was back in his arms, it was perfect. Tears fell out of his eyes that couldn't be stopped, and he didn't bother trying. All the questions that he wanted to ask sounded ridiculous. Instead, he settle for, "I missed you so much." His hand stroked the mess of curls, not caring if it was styled or not.
If he could qualify this in the list of perfect moments in his life, it would be first. While most of those moments included Blaine, from the first kiss, to the first confessions of love, to the songs they sang, this was the one. It helped that it had the sweeping romance of the movies, the hero coming home, the woman running to his arms, or him in this case. He was completely swept away.