"Why won't she answer? She should be answering!"

Kurt started to get worried when he hadn't heard from Blaine in three days.

The day after their errand day, he and Blaine had texted normally. Just little jokes and random things throughout the day. Then, the next day, Blaine would simply reply to Kurt's texts. They were always just short answers. Not even long enough to be considered sentences.

Then, the day after that, nothing. Kurt only texted him twice that day, not wanting to bother, but when the next night arrived and he still hadn't heard anything, he texted him just to ask if he was okay.

After a total of three days and ten "are you okay?" "are you sick?" "are you alive?" texts, Kurt knew something was definitely wrong.

Still, he waited a whole other day before going back on his phone, finding his messages with Jeff, and texting him.

2:48pm

Jeff, this is Kurt, aka the spy from McKinley. I was just wondering about Blaine. We've been talking and now, for the past four day, nothing. I'm just worried about him and was wondering if he was okay… or even alive.

2:54pm

You couldn't be forgotten, Kurt!.. Plus, I added your name in my phone when I stole your number… Blaine's just not doing very well right now. He's definitely alive though… I promise.

Kurt didn't even try not to panic when he read that Blaine wasn't doing very well. He quickly texted Jeff back.

2:55pm

Is he okay? Is he sick? Does he need anything?

2:57pm

Whoa! Calm down, Kurt! He's okay… Well, he will be. He's not sick- well, not in the regular way… Listen, Kurt, I can't really go into details; it's not my story to tell. He'll be okay though.

Kurt took a deep breath as he read the text. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but hearing that Blaine would be okay did make him feel somewhat better.

2:59pm

Okay. Thanks, Jeff.

3:01pm

No problem, Kurt. And listen, don't be a stranger! Blaine shouldn't be the only one who gets a repeat of your presence.

3:03pm

Maybe I'll drop by one day after school… We can hang out after you Warblers do your thing.

3:05pm

Sounds great! See ya soon. :)

Kurt put his phone back in his pocket and resumed listening to Mr. Schue talk about music of the eighties. He couldn't help the lingering feelings of sadness for Blaine not feeling well right now. He wished he knew what was wrong and that there was something he could do to help… But, he guessed for know, he'd just have to wait.


Waiting didn't turn out so well. By Saturday, which was just the day after his text-talk with Jeff, Kurt found himself going on a little errand run of his own, then heading to Blaine's house.

He hesitated before knocking on the door. He could be majorly overstepping here. Something which he did not realize until right now; Literally the last possible second until it was too late… Which it pretty much already was. He was probably already seen coming up to the house; or heard when he shut his car door.

He took a deep breath, fixed the bag on his wrist and straightened his shirt.

He rang the doorbell and, within a matter of two seconds, the door was being answered- which led Kurt to believe he had been spotted earlier.

"Hello," Diane answered, not looking surprised to see Kurt there… Yet another clue to Kurt that he had been previously spotted. "Kurt, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I- I was wondering if I could see Blaine," He replied, becoming very nervous. People didn't just show up at other people's houses anymore! "I know I should have called, or, something, but I hadn't heard from him in a while and I was worried and I asked his friend Jeff if he was okay and he said he would be but I was still worried- oh god, I'm rambling. I'm sorry, I'll just-"

"Kurt," Diane interrupted, smiling slightly. "Would you like to come in?"

Kurt was very surprised by this. "If- If that's okay."

Diane nodded, moving to the side so Kurt could come in. She shut the door behind him, then turned to look at him as she spoke. "Jeff was correct, Blaine will be fine. Honestly though, I'm not sure he'd be up for company right now."

Kurt looked down at the ground for a moment before returning his gaze to Diane. "Ma'am, Jeff didn't tell me anything… he said that was up to Blaine to do, but I know something's wrong and it's more than just some cold he'll get over. Blaine helped me when I had a problem. He didn't even know me, but he took time out of his day to talk to me and help me out… I'd like a chance to do the same for him, if I can."

Diane looked as though she were having a discussion with herself in her head. "Okay," She said after a moment of silence. "Okay, you can go up, but I'm not sure he'll want to talk to you. Please don't take it personally if he doesn't."

Kurt took a deep breath. He might have just bit off more than he could chew. "I won't… If he wants me to leave, I'll go, I promise."

She nodded again as she moved past Kurt and headed up the stares. Kurt followed closely behind, wiping his, now very sweaty, hands on his pants.

Diane walked to the door right past the bathroom and knocked quietly three times. Before even waiting for an answer, she opened the door, motioning for Kurt to go on inside.

The room was dark. Very, very dark. And, if not for the light shining in from the hall, Kurt wouldn't have been able to see Blaine lying on his bed, flat on his stomach, with the covers pulled up to his neck.

Once Kurt was in the room, Diane cracked the door and moved away. She usually would have let Blaine know Kurt was there herself, but right now her presence seemed to irritate him, so she figured Kurt might have better luck without her.

"I told you I don't want to eat, Mom," Blaine said in an annoyed tone.

Kurt wasn't even sure it was him speaking at first. He sounded so different from the happy, perky Blaine he knew.

"Are you sure?" Kurt replied, not knowing how else to start- although, in retrospect, "It's not your mom, it's Kurt" might have been better. "I brought Pop-Tarts," He added, holding up the bag.

Blaine's head popped up. He turned over quickly, sitting up and squinting in Kurt's direction. There was only a small stream of light coming in from the cracked door. "Kurt? Wh- What are you doing here?"

"Well, when you suddenly stop texting a person what color you're feeling that day, they begin to worry. I resorted to asking Jeff if you were alive yesterday, and when he informed me that you weren't feeling well, the only thing that came to mind for me to do was 'bring him Pop-Tarts. And not the crappy, low-fat kind. The triple fudge kind.'"

Blaine just looked at him, his mouth hanging open just slightly, as if he were in awe. "I- I'm sorry I haven't texted the past few days," He said once he found his voice. "I just… Sometimes I go through these fazes where I- I don't have the energy to do anything."

Kurt can tell it's hard for him to explain. Heck, he went from looking tired to absolutely exhausted just during those couple of sentences.

"It's okay," Kurt said, stopping him from going on. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Blaine. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Blaine took a deep breath, broke his eye contact with Kurt, and looked down at his bed. "I'm so tired," He replied quietly.

"I'll go," Kurt replied, feeling ridiculously sad for Blaine. He just looked so small right now, under the covers, his eyes seemingly feeling so heavy that he could barely keep them open.

"No!" Blaine said quickly, surprising them both. "I mean- I just… You can stay for a while, if you want. It's a pretty long drive from your place to mine. It'd just be a waste of gas to go right back." It was a crappy excuse, Blaine knew that, but it's all he could think of right now.

Kurt took a step closer to the bed. "Sure. Um, where would you like…" His voice trailed off. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Should he sit on the floor? In the chair?

But Blaine started scooting over, clearing one side of the bed. "You can lay here. It's more comfortable than the chair."

Kurt nodded, not trusting his voice. Blaine scooted down, lying on his back with the covers up to his chest.

Kurt set the bag on the floor beside the bed, took off his shoes, and laid on the bed, over the covers.

They were both quiet for almost a full minute, neither of them sure of what to do or say, before Kurt spoke. "You know, I always thought I'd go out on a date with a guy before I went to bed with him."

Blaine snorted. He hadn't laughed in almost a week, and now he was snorting. "Just one date?" He retorted.

Kurt shrugged, "Maybe two."

Now Blaine wasn't sure if he was kidding or not. He looked over at Kurt and Kurt looked over at him. Kurt tried to keep a straight face, but when he saw the face Blaine was making, he couldn't keep it together. "I'm kidding, Blaine. Kidding. It'd have to be a long term thing… and I'd probably have him screened first."

Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Oh, thank God."

Again they were quiet. But, this time, it was Blaine who ended it. "Did I hear something about Pop-Tarts?"

Kurt looked from the ceiling, to Blaine. "I thought you were tired?"

Blaine smiled a small smile. "Sudden burst of energy."

Kurt reached over, brought the Pop-Tarts out of the bag, opened the box, and handed one of the packets to Blaine.

"I've missed you, my sweet babies," Blaine said before kissing the wrapper.

"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" Kurt asked.

Blaine glared over at him. "Don't make jokes. You made me leave these behind. I've been going through withdrawal."

"It's been one week, Blaine."

"Doesn't matter. Too long."

He scooted back some so he was sitting up a little, then opened the packet. He took one Pop-Tart out and held it out for Kurt to take.

"Oh, no, no. I'm good."

"When was the last time you had a Pop-Tart, Kurt?" Blaine asked with a sigh.

Kurt thought for a moment. "I was like, seven."

"Oh my God! That's torture, Kurt! Why? Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Because I would like to live long enough to turn gray."

"Overrated," Blaine replied, placing the Pop-Tart closer to Kurt's mouth.

Kurt sighed, snatched the Pop-Tart, and took a bite. "Happy?" He asked as he chewed.

"Tell me how it tastes."

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "Take a bite and see."

Blaine shook his head. "I want to know what you think?"

"God, you're weird." He paused, finished chewing, and swallowed before answering. "It's delicious, okay? Happy? I will forever be sorry that I kept you from this amazingness."

Blaine grinned. "Apology accepted," He replied, finally taking a bite of his own Pop-Tart.


Diane stood outside of Blaine's bedroom door. She honestly hadn't meant to eavesdrop. She was just going into the bathroom, to get the dirty towels for the washer, when she heard Blaine laughing.

She thought she had stepped into the twilight zone for a moment. Blaine hadn't laughed in a week, and these spells always lasted at least two weeks. It should have gotten easier by now, but your son going through a depression spell for two weeks every few months never got easier. If anything, it got harder the older he became.

That's why, when she heard him laughing, she just had to go to the door and listen. It was like being deaf your whole life then finally being able to hear.

No one had ever been able to do this before. She's tried every remedy she could think of. She had tried family members, friends of Blaine, anyone she could get to come over, and he always kicked them out, or just fell asleep if they wouldn't leave.

But this kid, this kid that he had only known for a short amount of time, had made him laugh in under thirty minutes of being there.

Diane smiled, tears in her eyes. This Kurt might just be the remedy they've been searching for.


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