Okay so again, this is something I wrote during Hurricane Sandy. I posted it on tumblr but forgot to post it here, oopsies! I don't own Glee or the song.


Kurt sighed as he walked through his apartment, his footsteps making an almost echoing sound. He threw himself into his chair in the living room, opting to flip through the channels and sit the storm out alone. Rachel had stayed the night at Brody's, and Santana wasn't due out until next week, so that meant he was alone in the huge, open apartment. His only other option would be to go to Isabelle's, but that was pointless since he'd need a boat just to get across the street let alone into the city.

The lights flickered, which freaked him out. Normally he wouldn't let those things get to him, but being completely alone had left him on edge. He walked behind his divider to get his phone, and then walked back and sat down to continue watching TV. Around 9, the lights started flickering again. He sighed and held his phone closer to his chest, pulling his legs into himself and resting his head on his knees.

He must have fallen asleep, because next thing he knew, he was startled awake by a flash of light. He jumped a little, then looked around.

'Power must have gone out.' He thought, since the TV and lights were now off. 'Damn, I should have gotten candles out earlier.'

With that, he got up and wandered around with his phone as a flashlight until he found a candle. As he was walking into the kitchen to light it, there was a loud whistle of wind, followed by an even louder crash just outside of the apartment. He jumped, dropping the candle and spinning around. After a second, he held his hand to his chest, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. When he was calm enough, he flashed his phone around so he avoided stepping on the broken glass, and retreated for his bed, crawling under the blankets and dialing his dad's phone number. After 6 rings, nobody answered. He sighed into the answering machine, before explaining his call.

"Hey dad, it's me; Kurt." He said, biting his lip. "The power went out, but I just wanted to let you know that everything's fine here. If I don't get back to you right away, or for a few days, it's just because we don't have power. Love you, bye."

He hung up, then scrolled through his contacts three times before finally picking a name and pressing call.

"Hello?" A voice asked, sounding tired and confused.

"Look, I'm still not ready to talk to you but I'm home alone and the hurricane knocked the power out and it's freaking me out. I don't want to be alone right now." He explained.

"Kurt?"

"No, it's the fucking Easter bunny, Blaine." Kurt replied. Blaine snorted, then took a deep breath.

"What do you need me to do?" He asked, his voice softening immediately.

"Just… stay on the line. We don't need to talk, I just don't like being in the apartment by myself. Just knowing that you're on the phone if I need you is helping." Kurt explained.

"Okay." Blaine replied.

It was quiet for a long time after that. Kurt was starting to think Blaine fell asleep on him, due to the steady breathing he could hear from the mouth piece, until there was another loud crash outside. Kurt gasped and gripped the blankets tighter, burying himself further into his bed.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Blaine said softly. Kurt tried taking deep breaths, but then the wind knocked something else over and he whimpered. "Can I… can I sing to you?"

Kurt thought back to all of the times Blaine's singing had calmed him down previously, and immediately began nodding. When he remembered that Blaine couldn't see him, he whispered, "Yes."

Blaine took a deep breath, and Kurt could practically hear him grinning when he started singing. "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true."

Kurt's breathing slow as he calmed himself down and found himself smiling. He had missed Blaine's voice so badly over the past few weeks. It was killing him not hearing Blaine sing every day, like he had gotten so used to. It was nice to hear it again.

"Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen. Close your eyes, listen to my voice, that's my disguise; I'm by your side. Oh, it's what you do to me." Blaine sang, and Kurt noticed that he was holding back. He pulled his phone away from his ear, reluctantly, to see it was well after midnight.

"Hey there, Delilah, I know times are getting hard but just believe me, girl; Someday, I'll pay the bills with this guitar. We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would, my word is good. Hey there, Delilah, I've got so much left to say. If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away, I'd write it all. Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all. Oh, it's what you do to me." Blaine kept going, which made Kurt sigh softly. He leaned back, pulling the blankets closer to his chest, and focused on listening to Blaine, not the wind and rain outside.

"A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends would all make fun of us and we'd just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way. Delilah, I can promise you that by the time we get through the world will never ever be the same, and you're to blame." That was when Blaine's voice started to crack. It wasn't much, another person probably would not have even noticed it, but Kurt did. He recognized the break, the way his voice caught in his throat as he sang, then picked up much softer.

"Hey there, Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me. Two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I do and you'll know it's all because of you, we can do whatever we want to. Hey there, Delilah, here's to you. This ones for you." Blaine sang, ending the song there. Kurt sniffled a little, and Blaine cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I'll just… I'll just go-"

"Blaine, wait!" Kurt called, and when he could still hear Blaine breathing into the mouthpiece, he sighed. "I… I think I'm ready to talk now."