A/N: Hey there! So I've been reading Klaine forever, and I finally decided to write some! It's just unrelated (unless otherwise noted) one-shots of Klaine. Possible Finchel etc in the future, but I don't know where this will go. Thanks for reading! The first part will always be the song's lyrics, then the story after. **Not all song lyrics will relate to the story!** This is rated T for now, but there will DEFINITELY be smut in later chapters. Don't like? Don't read. Read and review please and thank you!

If you could read my mind
You'd say baby you're right
And I don't wanna fight anymore
You're usually righter than I am
And I'm not a very good fighter
And my, neither are you

So let's be through with this one
Cause some things never change
I know you're still my same girl
Who builds her own frames
For the pictures that she paints
The lights of Monterey
Come in across the bay
Right back to my same girl

How can you be so calm when the truth is sometimes
Living in the eye of the storm
With everything going on around us
I feel comfort in the sounds when you say
It will be OK
Like a star that's immune to the light of the day
Told dreams it could follow me
But not with my same girl
How builds her own frames
For the pictures she paints
The lights of Monterey
Come in across the bay
Right back to my same girl

Kurt had never liked thunderstorms. His dad and Carole knew that, and Finn knew that, and one of them would normally come and sit with him or call him on the phone or distract him when a storm hit. But the power lines were down, and Kurt had no cell phone reception.

So Kurt curled himself up on his single bed in his dorm at Dalton and wrapped his arms around his knees, holding them tight to his chest. The "Wicked" soundtrack was on in the background, but even the amazing voices of Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth could not drown out the shrieking wind and lash of rain against the windows.

Kurt's mind kept coming back to Blaine. Perfect Blaine, handsome and dorky and funny all at the same time, who could probably help Kurt the most right about now.

But Kurt felt the tears begin to pool in his eyes as he thought back to the last time he had talked to his boyfriend, earlier that morning.

"But Blaine—"

"NO, Kurt. I said no. I don't want to talk about it. Not now, not ever! Just leave me alone."

"Don't shut me out, Blaine! It won't help you!"

"Stop, Kurt."

"Blaine I know what happened isn't okay but you just need to calm down—"

"I can't calm down! This is a big deal to me! I've tried so hard not to let him get me down, but that absolute asshole can never say anything even remotely appropriate! That homophobic asshole of a father!

"I said I was sorry, Blaine! You need to talk about it sometime! What else do you want me to do?"

"There's nothing you can do, Kurt." Blaine's tone turned bitter here. "I think you've already done enough."

Kurt's breath was coming in gasps now, as he hovered on the edge of a complete breakdown. "Please, Blaine. Please!"

"Kurt—I—I need you to leave now. I'll talk to you tomorrow or something. Just go, please."

"But—"

"Go."

Kurt could hardly take a step outside the door when he broke down, crying too hard to stand. Wes found him ten minutes later, sobbing silently on the floor of the dorm's hallway. Jeff and Nick helped carry Kurt back to his room, where Wes sat for half an hour to make sure Kurt would be okay.

Kurt had finally insisted that Wes leave fifteen minutes before the storm began. He probably would have stayed, too. But Wes didn't know, and Blaine didn't know, and nobody knew. Kurt was alone.

So Kurt found himself under the blankets on his bed, trembling violently, as the thunder boomed and lightning flashed out the window.

Suddenly, the door opened and Blaine stumbled in, looking slightly surprised at himself.

"Kurt—I'm—I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset, Wes and Nick and Jeff came and yelled at me, and I'm so sorry I always turn into a dick when my dad calls and—Kurt? Are you okay?"

Blaine could only see the lump under the covers, but he knew something was wrong. He rushed over and he pulled them back slightly to see Kurt curled up as tightly as possible, tears pouring down his face. Kurt looked up in momentary relief. Blaine pulled a shaking Kurt on to his lap, whispering softly to him as the storm continued.

"It's okay, Kurt. You're safe, baby. I'm here."

Kurt finally calmed enough to speak.

"I—I'm afraid of thunderstorms, Blaine. And you were a jerk."

"I'm sorry Kurt. My dad just doesn't understand… Why didn't you tell me about the storm thing?"

"Well Carole or Finn or my dad normally calls and talks me through, so I didn't need to before. But the power is out and my phone is dead so I had nobody."

"You'll always have me, Kurt. Always."

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too."

A/N: Read and review please! I haven't written anything like this before…