I swear I'm trying to make the chapters longer! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! But I can only squeeze in an hour or so of writing each night. We're in the process of moving and it's been rather difficult for me. I barely talk to anyone lately, so that's hard too, because I thrive on conversation.

But enough about me! Enjoy the chapter!

Prompt from Lady Luna Riddle: The classic Kurt calls or flies to see Blaine after the Come What May dream

Why were daydreams always so vivid?

And why was Blaine always in them?

Kurt was getting tired of this. There were tears streaming down his face and Blaine, stupid, cheating Blaine was sitting right there in his head, serenading him, and Kurt was singing right back.

This really needed to stop.

"Um- I have- I have to call my dad. I think he had a checkup recently." Kurt lied, leaping up from the couch.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked. Kurt shot her one of his famous bitch glares and headed to his room.

"Maybe he's pregnant." Kurt heard Santana saying in the other room. What was up with her and babies lately? It wasn't like her to talk about children all the time. Maybe she was upset about being apart from Brittany and Quinn.

Why was he thinking about this so much? He was supposed to be calling Blaine.

"You of all people should know that Kurt is a guy, Satan." Rachel snapped. Kurt shook his head, remembering the unfortunate incident. He'd stepped out of the shower and Santana was right there, snooping through their things. It had not been pleasant.

Kurt took a deep breath and picked his phone up off the bedside table. He didn't bother to scroll through his contacts, he just pressed the '2' button before he could chicken out.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi, Blaine!" Kurt managed. "I kind of need to- to talk to you."

"Okay," Blaine said slowly. "Is this good or bad?"

"Good, I think. Um- we were watching Moulin Rouge and-" Kurt paused to take a deep breath. "We reached Come What May and- and" He couldn't escape the sob he let out.

"Kurt, are you okay? I know that was one of our favorite movies but I don't-"

"I still love you," Kurt choked out. "And I want so badly not to that I have to. God, that makes no sense." He raked a hand through his hair.

"Kurt-" Blaine started.

"No! I have to finish!" Kurt shouted. He could hear his friends murmuring in the other room. "I want- I think I want to get back together. Can you- can you maybe come out- no, we're snowed in. Um-"

"Kurt," Blaine laughed. "How about we start over? The next time I can make it to New York, we'll go out. On a date. And not the silly not-a-date coffee date kind we used to go on. Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said through his sniffling. "I love you."

"I love you too."

When Kurt headed back to the main section of the loft, he was greeted by a hug from Adam.

"I understand. Friends?" Kurt laughed and nodded.

"Friends. Now let's go finish Moulin Rouge so I can cry some more."

I was reading over the first chapter again, and I realized something. They live in Ohio. How in the world did they get to the beach? I've decided they were on a road trip of some sort. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!