Blaine drove down the highway faster than usual. He was worried about Kurt. He hadn't been in school for a week and wouldn't answer any of Blaine's calls or texts. He was his best friend, perhaps the closest he's ever had. He was never able to connect to another friend like he could with Kurt. He had planned to patiently wait out Kurt's absence, and talk to him once he'd returned to school. But as the days went by, he found himself thinking about Kurt more and more, and he had no idea why. Not being in contact with Kurt was tormenting him.

He'd been driving for about an hour now and it was dark. where was he? ….why won't he call me back?... what if something bad happened to him?... what if he's in the hospital? Blaine's own thoughts began to torture him while he drove. The more he thought about what could have happened to Kurt, the more restless he got. The clock in his Nissan read 10:30. man, it's getting late. On more than one occasion Blaine found himself stopped on the side of the freeway, wondering whether it was too rude to show up at Kurt's house close to midnight. But every time he thought about going back, his worried mind got the best of him.

Blaine pulled up to the Hummel household at 11:43 P.M. Heart pounding; he ran to the door and rang the bell. He could hear Burt and Finn yell something at each other from the other side of the door, but he couldn't quite make it out. Maybe it was because of his heart beating so loud. A half asleep and groggy Finn answered about thirty seconds later.

"Dude, what the hell? It's like…midnight."

"Is Kurt here?" Blaine asked nervously, "I need to talk to him, is he alright?"

"WHO IS IT?" Burt yelled at Finn from the other room.

crap! i hope his dad's not mad at me. oh god, why did I come? it's so damn late.

"IT'S BLAINNNnne…" Finn yelled, trying to remember his last name.

"…Anderson" Blaine said.

"ANDERSON!...right." Finn said hastily, then turning back to Blaine."Kurt? Oh yeah, he's cool...Wait, how are you even here? Isn't your Warbler school like three hours away or something?"

"Just...don't worry about it. Where's Kurt?"

A muffled voice came from upstairs.

"Can you guys please shut up! If I don't get a full night of sleep it'll screw up my whole skin routine! This family is so freaking LOUD!" yelled a sleepy Kurt.

"KURT, SOMEONE'S HERE FOR YOU" exclaimed Finn from the doorway.

oh god, what is it now? Kurt was lying on his back, trying to fall asleep when Finn called him downstairs. What time is it? Who could possibly be at our front door? Kurt rolled out of his beige sheets and turned looked toward his clock as he reached for the light. Seriously? It's 11:46 P.M., who in the world needs to talk to me right now. Kurt put on a navy blue bathrobe over his pajamas and glanced in the mirror, too tired to recognize how messy his hair was. He walked out of his room and started down the hall. When he reached the foot of the stairs, he looked down towards the door and his stomach was automatically filled with a dozen butterflies all at once.

There he stood, staring at Blaine utterly confused. "Blaine?...w'what are you doing here?" said Kurt in a baffled tone.