A.N.: So I don't really have any excuse for this other than I was feeling a bit angsty and yeah…I am a bit of an angst whore what you probably already know if you read any of my previous stories…But I mostly like the cute kinda hurt/comfort angst that just makes the fluff all the sweeter…anyways…this thing has been running around in my head for days, but I wasn't actually gonna type it up until my best friend said she liked the idea and she'd like to read it…so here it is…I hope you like it…

Story Notes: I don't know if something like this has been done before, but I wouldn't rule it out entirely…but this just didn't wanna leave me alone so…here goes…I don't really know how many parts this is gonna be…I'm planning maybe three…or five…but it's not gonna be a major project like 'All Or Nothing' was…

I don't think the angst is too hard in here…not compared to other stuff I've done…and the rating is mostly 'cause I'm paranoid ;D

Anyways…enough of me…enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Darren or Chris or anyone else…in fact I don't own anything you recognize…yeah sounds about right :D

Chapter Notes: "You make me smile like the sun, fall outta bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night. You make me dance like fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee, just the thought of you can drive me wild…Oh, you make me smile…" (Uncle Kracker – Smile)

"Kurt,…stop…" Blaine chuckled lightly, shooting his boyfriend an adoring smile.

The younger boy looked up with a smile matching his own, stopping the soft kisses he had been trailing all over Blaine's chest.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"I'd really love to continue baby, but I have to go to Warbler practice and you have to get back home." Blaine replied.

Kurt sighed exasperatedly at that, dropping down, burying his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, mumbling something along the lines of:

"Don't wanna go."

Blaine sighed and closed his arms tightly around the beautiful countertenor, burying his face in Kurt's hair inhaling the sweet scent that was so Kurt. Kurt had had the day off because someone, and yes someone meant Puck had brought a skunk to school to release it on the football players after they had cornered Kurt, slushying him before throwing him into a dumpster and locking it.

The Glee jocks had found out about it and saved the small brunette, but the damage had been done and they had been furious. So Puck had brought the skunk, which, after spraying most of the jocks, was now on the loose in the school, which made it impossible to teach, at least until the clever animal was captured and some of the smell was gone.

So Kurt had decided to make good use of his free time and go visit the Warblers and Dalton and especially to spend some quality time with his boyfriend. Neither of them was really happy with Kurt having to leave, but he really had to get home, after spending the whole morning at Dalton trying to not get caught.

Blaine smiled into Kurt's hair as the slightly taller boy groaned lowly, before turning his head to look at his clock.

"Oh shoot!" he yelped. "Kurt I gotta go…I'm gonna be late…Wes is gonna kill me...he knows his way around with that gavel of his if you know what I mean!"

Kurt chuckled softly at the slightly panicked expression on Blaine's face, before getting off his boyfriend, gathering their scattered shirts, ties, shoes and blazers, throwing Blaine his.

They got dressed quickly and Kurt gathered his things, before turning to look at Blaine. The raven gently wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close. Kurt's breath hitched a little and the slender boy averted his eyes.

"Hey what's wrong?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt still didn't meet his eyes as he answered.

"Well…nothing…it's silly…" his voice broke a little, showing Blaine precisely how not nothing this was.

"Baby…you can tell me…come on…something is upsetting you, I can tell…" he whispered encouragingly.

"It's really nothing…It's just…I miss you so much now that we don't see each other every day anymore and…it all seems so unreal to me…like a dream…and I think I'm just afraid that if I let you out of my sight…you'll just disappear and I'll wake up and…I don't know…" he broke off with a sigh. "I know…it's stupid…"

Blaine gently brought a hand up under Kurt's chin making him look up.

"It's not stupid at all…I miss you too, a lot actually…as soon as you're out of sight…and I'm still waiting for you to just disappear…because I can't…believe…that I…could actually…deserve someone…as gorgeous…and perfect…as you." he replied, punctuating his words with soft kisses along Kurt's jaw, before he finally captured his lips in a long lasting kiss.

Reluctantly the two lovers broke away after a while, leaning their foreheads against each other, chuckling softly.

"I gotta go now." Kurt whispered.

"Wes is gonna kill me if I don't get to practice soon." Blaine replied, but neither of them moved.

Finally Kurt sighed, pulling back a little, just to give Blaine a small peck on the lips, smiling into the kiss as Blaine wrapped his arms around him more tightly.

"I gotta go now…talk to you tonight?" Kurt said, breaking away.

"Yeah sure…uh…now…I'm sorry tonight is the…"

"Oh yeah right…the great game you and the boys wanted to watch…it's ok…"

Blaine blushed a little.

"I…I can call you after the game is over…" he suggested, really not wanting to miss out on any possibility to spend time with Kurt in any kind of way. "Or I could tell them that…"

"No…" Kurt interrupted him softly "You go have fun with Wes and David, you've been blowing them off for me too much lately…they're your best friends…"

"Yeah…" Blaine agreed reluctantly "But I'm gonna miss you." he whined only half jokingly.

Kurt leaned in to kiss him again.

"Well first…we're just gonna talk tomorrow ok? Maybe we can even arrange a meeting at the Lima Bean…and second…if you don't get your fine behind to Warblers practice asap Wes will smash your head in with that gavel of his and then you won't have any time to miss me anymore anyways."

"Ha ha ha" Blaine shook his head, unable to keep up his sarcastic tone as he looked into Kurt's glasz eyes lovingly.

"You're right." he admitted grudgingly.

They walked out of his room hand in hand, before saying goodbye at the door, where Kurt was heading for the parking lot and Blaine for the senior commons where the Warblers would practice. Blaine smiled after his beautiful boyfriend for a short moment as he walked away, before rushing to practice, arriving just in time to escape Wes' wrath.

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A lot later that day, after the game was over, Blaine was lying awake in his bed at Dalton, thinking of Kurt and how lucky he was to have found him. He pulled out his phone and grinned broadly as he found a message from Kurt on it. It read:

'Hey baby, I hope you had fun with the boys tonight. I really miss you and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Sweet dreams. I love you,*lessthan3*'

Blaine's heart fluttered in his chest at the sweetness that was his boyfriend and he smiled at the *lessthan3* bit, which was something Kurt had picked up from him, before composing a reply.

'I will be dreaming of you, so my dreams are gonna be sweet. I miss you. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. I love you *lessthan3*'

With a smile on his face and butterflies in his tummy Blaine laid back on his bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to a sound and peaceful sleep.

'Shawty's like a melody in my head

that I can't keep out

Got me singing like

Na na na na every day

It's like my Ipod is stuck on replay…'

Blaine woke up a little disorientated to the sound of something, correction, from the vibration under his pillow he figured that it was his cellphone, playing a song that he was only vaguely familiar with. While he reached for his phone he asked himself how the hell this tune had ended up on his phone. And why the hell was someone calling him in the middle of the night?

"Hello?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Hey sweety how are you doing? Did I wake you? I just couldn't sleep so I figured I would call you." An obviously female voice brattled on the other end of the line.

"Um…" Blaine's head was spinning.

Who was this girl? How did she have his number? And a ringtone? And how was she calling him sweety?

He decided to just ask her.

"Um…sorry…but…who are you?"

"Who I am? Sheila? Your girlfriend for about 6 month now? Did you guys get drunk while watching the game again? Blainey boo I told you not to. You gotta come cheer me on for the cheerleading competition tomorrow and I need you sharp." the voice, well girl, Sheila, replied.

"My girlf…" Blaine shook his head "Ok are Wes and David behind this? Because this is so not funny…Dalton has a no bullying policy you know? I could get them into trouble for this." he mock-threatened, of course not intending to get his two goofballs of best friends into trouble.

"Dalton? What the hell is Dalton Blaine? How much did you drink. Seriously? And I hope by Wes and David you don't mean these two Glee losers from our school or do you? Why would you even think about talking to them?"

Blaine didn't even listen to her, sure that this was just a joke.

"Is Kurt in on this, too?" he asked "Did he put this song on my phone?"

"What tune? Replay? By Sean Kingston? My ringtone? You put it because you said it perfectly described us."

Mentally Blaine went over the lyrics and found that the song was actually quite pleasant and some of the lines actually described his feelings for Kurt pretty well. Speaking of which…

"Ok and what the hell is a Kurt? I mean what kind of name is that even? Seriously babe the things you come up with when you're drunk…"

Her voice faded into the background as Blaine slowly reached for his bedside lamp, turning on the light. He blinked a couple of times against the bright light before he was able to look around. As soon as he took in his surroundings he dropped his phone and gasped.

He wasn't in his dorm room at Dalton. He was in his own room. Back at his parents' house.

He looked around in the room, taking in some details, like the third volume of Harry Potter propped open next to his pillow or the pictures of him and a blonde girl in a cheerleader uniform, or himself in what looked like a letterman jacket that the jocks usually wore, amongst a group of exactly those, smiling broadly.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered, suddenly feeling very lost.

End Notes: So…this is as far as the first chapter goes, I hope you enjoyed it :D

I typed this up between 2 and 3 am and I didn't proofread it as thoroughly as I should have so I'm sorry for any painful mistakes if there are…

I'd love to hear your opinion on whether this is worth continuing or not so just drop me a line :D

Oh and…I don't know if anyone realized, but the title of the story is actually also the title of an episode of Supernatural (and a song by Led Zepplin)

Thanks for reading ;D

*lessthan3*

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