Author's Note: It's high time I shared something new, isn't it? I haven't officially abandoned anything that's incomplete; I'm just lacking in inspiration :( I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: If you recognize it from Glee, it doesn't belong to me.

Blaine jolted awake, bolting upright on the couch and clutching a hand to his chest. He rubbed his eyes blearily.

What on earth -

"Call from Kurt Hummel. Call from -"

Blaine snatched up his phone. "Hello?"

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was faint, as if he were far away from his phone. "Blaine, I'm …I'm cold," he whispered.

Blaine was sure his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He swallowed hard. "Do you know where you are, babe?"

"N-noooo." Blaine could hear him start to cry.

"Kurt, are you bleeding anywhere?" Blaine asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"N-N-No." His breath hitched on a sob. "My head hurts, Blaine. Come pick me up."

Blaine jumped up, dashing into the bedroom, cursing under his breath when he stubbed his toe against the dresser in his haste.

"B-blaine? W-what's going on?" Blaine could barely make out the words through Kurt's sobs.

"I ran into the dresser, babe. I have to find my headset or I won't be able to hear you as I'm walking." Blaine yanked drawers open, scattering the contents around the room as he pawed through them. "I need you to calm down a little, okay?"

"I...I c-c-can't. I don't know where I am, and I'm cold and I'm s-s-s-scared." Kurt began crying in earnest, and Blaine could almost feel his heart breaking.

"Breathe for me, babe," he whispered. "Listen to me breathing and try to breathe at the same time, okay? Just little breaths. Blaine inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking shallow breaths and listening as Kurt's sobs gradually quieted, his breathing evening out to match Blaine's. "Good job," Blaine whispered. "Take the phone away from your ear for a second, okay? I'm plugging in my headset." Blaine jammed the earbuds into his ears. "Kurt?"

"Please come get me, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"I will. I'm walking out the door right now."

Blaine tapped at the screen of his phone, opening up the GPS tracker that Kurt had installed on his phone, allowing him to search for Kurt's phone in an emergency. He flew down the stairs as he waited impatiently for it to load. A small blue dot was dropped on the map and began pulsing softly.

"Kurt?"

Silence. Blaine felt panic rising up again.

"Kurt, if you can hear me, I need you to say my name."

"I'm so cold, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"I know, babe, I know. I know where you are, and I'm coming, okay?"

Kurt didn't respond.

"Babe, I need you to keep talking to me. You have to stay awake until I find you."

" 'bout what," Kurt murmured. "Can't I just sleep for a little while? So tired..."

"Kurt!" Blaine said sharply.

"I don't wanna talk to you anymore," Kurt grumbled.

"Just a few more minutes," Blaine said. "I'll be there soon, and I'll take you home and you can sleep as much as you want."

" 'kay," Kurt murmured. He was silent for a moment. "So pretty," he whispered.

"What's pretty, Kurt?"

"The man in front of me."

Blaine's heart turned to ice.

"He looks just like you," Kurt continued. "Blaine, if you're here, why are we talking on the phone?"

"I'm not there, yet, Kurt." Blaine forced himself to try to stay calm as he began walking faster, nearly jogging by now. "Is...is the man still there?"

"He's been here the whole time," Kurt said.

Blaine began running as terror began racing through his veins.

"I see him every time I close my eyes," Kurt said.

Blaine nearly collapsed with relief. He glanced at his phone and noticed he was less than a block from where Kurt was supposed to be. "I'm almost there, sweetheart," he said. "Are you in between buildings?"

"Mmhmm," Kurt murmured.

"Can you see the street at all?"

"No..."

Blaine was standing where the blue dot had dropped on the map. There were several alleys nearby. "Can you yell for me, sweetheart? Take a deep breath, set your phone down and scream my name."

" 'kay." Blaine heard Kurt inhale deeply. He yanked the earbuds out of his ears and strained to hear any sound.

" ...aiiiiiiiiiiine." Blaine groaned in frustration. He couldn't determine where the sound was coming from.

He jammed one of the earbuds into his ear. "Kurt? Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes."

"I need you to keep yelling, okay? Keep yelling until I get to you. Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," Kurt whispered. He took a deep breath, and Blaine closed his eyes as he strained to hear. He walked down one of the alleys, listening for Kurt's voice. Hearing nothing, he crossed the street to the alley on the other side.

"...aiiiiiiiine. Blaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."

Kurt's voice was getting louder. Blaine walked quickly through the alley, turning on the flash on his phone to light the way.

"Kurt, I can hear you. Can you see my light? Kurt!"

Blaine glanced at his phone.

The call had been ended. He quickly called Kurt back, only to be sent straight to voicemail.

The battery in Kurt's phone had died.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled. "Kurt, where are you?"

" 'ver here." Blaine could just make out the direction of Kurt's voice.

"Raise your hand so I can see you," Blaine called, eyes frantically searching the alley.

His light caught a flash of movement a few yards away, and Blaine dashed forward, dropping to his knees and clasping Kurt's hand between his own.

"You found me," Kurt whispered, eyes opening slowly. "You finally found me." Tears filled his eyes, running down his cheeks as sobs wracked his body.

Blaine wrapped his arms around him, and Kurt clung tightly. "It's alright," Blaine whispered, one hand tangling in Kurt's hair while the other rubbed up and down his spine. "It's alright; I'm here, and I'm going to get you home."

Blaine waited for Kurt's sobs to calm before gently pulling away. Kurt's hands latched onto his sweatshirt as Blaine raised a hand to wipe away Kurt's tears. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands in his own, carefully loosening their hold on his sweatshirt.

"Blaine -"

"Shhh," Blaine whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Kurt's forehead. "You're freezing, and I need to take off my sweatshirt so you can wear it home."

Kurt relaxed a little, dropping his hands into his lap as Blaine tugged off his sweatshirt. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and Kurt reached forward, running his hands over Blaine's torso.

"No, no, no," Blaine said, batting Kurt's hands away. "Arms up." Kurt's eyes fell shut as he raised his arms above his head. Blaine tugged the sweatshirt over Kurt's head and down his torso. He rested his hands on either side of Kurt's face. "Let's go home, sweetheart." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso, tugging him upright. "Arm around my shoulders, okay?"

Kurt leaned heavily on him. "So tired..." he whispered.

Blaine kissed his cheek. "I know, babe. Let's get you home so we can go to bed."

The trip back to the apartment was significantly slower than Blaine's mad dash to find Kurt. They walked for nearly an hour before finally reaching the building, and Blaine was fighting off tremors as his body struggled to stay warm.

Kurt sagged against him as they entered the building, and Blaine jabbed a finger into his side. "OW," Kurt protested, bolting upright and rubbing his side.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said. "But I can't possibly carry you up to our apartment right now. You have to stay awake so you can walk with me."

Kurt grumbled at him, and the two of them slowly made their way up the three flights of stairs to their apartment. Once inside, Kurt slumped down against the door, his head lolling to the side. Blaine sighed, toeing off his shoes before kneeling next to him. "Come here," he whispered, tucking an arm behind Kurt's knees and the other behind his back. "Arms around my neck, okay?" Kurt draped his arms loosely around Blaine's neck, and Blaine slowly stood, groaning a little as he adjusted to Kurt's weight in his arms. He walked carefully down the hall to their room, setting Kurt down on top of the bed and removing his shoes. He wrestled with the covers for a moment, tugging them out from beneath Kurt and then tucking him in.

"Stay," Kurt whispered.

Blaine leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Of course I will." He crossed the room and closed the door softly before returning to the bed. Kurt rolled onto his side as Blaine slid under the covers, wrapping an arm tight around his torso and resting his head on Blaine's chest.

" 'night, Blaine," Kurt murmured.

Blaine kissed his hair. "Good night," he whispered.