AN:

I hope everyone reading this is safe and well in these quite frankly scary and difficult times. Make sure you are taking care of yourself and remember this won't last forever. Sending you my best wishes wherever you are in the world. :)

I stared unseeingly through the window over the dashboard as it was pelted angrily with rain. It seemed the sky had decided to keep me company in my hopelessness and despair. Somewhere in the back of my conciousness I was aware my clothes had been soaked during my frantic dash from the choir room to the safety of my car but it didn't seem to matter, not now. Not while my phone refused to light up with a response. Even my Marc Jacobs sweater wasn't more important than Blaine.

In a fit of rage I slammed the phone down on the passenger seat. Why hadn't he responded? Why didn't he just pick up the phone? All I needed was some sort of confirmation that my boyfriend was fine. Just a text to let me know he didn't have a life threatening illness. Anything at all, just so long as he was alright.

It wasn't like Blaine to leave me hanging. Right from the moment we'd first begun to exchange messages over the Karofsky situation he'd always replied rapidly. It didn't matter if it was two in the morning or the middle of class; Blaine always had time for me. It was one of the many things I loved so much about him. Currently though it was the cause of the anxiety weighing down on my shoulders.

I need him to be alright. Blaine was my sun, my moon, the stars that shone brightly on even the darkest night. He was every good thing in this universe. People could say whatever they wanted to; we're to young to know what love is, we only just met or even that Blaine and I are sinners destined for nothing but hell. None of it matters to me. I need Blaine to be okay like I need ocygen to breathe. Without either I'm left to wilt and die a painful death.

As clubs ended and the school day wrapped to a close I watched the steady stream of students which began to trickle out the doors. They travelled in large groups laughing and shouting in celebration of their freedom granted by the ringing of the bell. Grins were plastered across their faces mockingly, as though nothing was wrong. I'm the only one taking this seriously besides Brit. And she's probably busting open her piggybank and saying goodbye to that dumb cat of hers as well as telling it off for not warning her about the apocalypse earlier. At least she's actually being reasonable, by her bewildering standards anyway. That couldn't be said for the rest of the glee club, especially Rachel Berry. Stupid Rachel Berry.

Rachel feels a constant psycopathic need to be the centre of attention even when people's lives are on the line. She has some nerve, running around spreading rumours. As if a state-funded school has the ability to genetically engineer a virus capable of threatening the world's population. And all that to win some dumb show choir contest. Vocal adrenaline are pretty intense but even they wouldn't go that far; they couldn't if fhey wanted too. Rachel loves to overestimate herself, but she's really not that talented. You don't need to cheat in order to beat her.

My abandoned phone started to vibrate and the screen flashed. I snatched it up whilst managing to fumble and nearly drop it in my panic. "Blaine," I breathed heavily. "Blaine, is that you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," Blaine said.

"Blaine Devon Anderson! Why haven't you answered me? I called you twenty-four times. Twenty-four phone calls, Blaine! What do you have to say about that? I've been worried sick about you from the moment I recieved your text. You could have atleast bothered to send a quick 'I'm fine' or 'Don't worry about me' but no. Who cares about Kurt freaking out and having a panic attack in his car? Not you apparently." I burst into tears. Silence hung heavily in the air and I'm not sure who was more shocked by my outburst; myself or Blaine?

"Woah, Kurt," Blaine started to speak slowly and cautiously. "I didn't mean for you to worry. I would have responded but I was on the phone with my parents trying to sort things out."

I sniffled loudly, extreme embarrassment threatening to overcome me. Blaine doesn't deserve to have to put up with me crying like a little baby. "I'm sorry. This is really stupid. I was just scared something bad had happened to you."

"Shhh baby." His words washed over me offering reassurance and strength when I needed it most. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have sent such an ominous message. Are you good or do you need me to come to you?"

Awww! Blaine really is my knight in shining armour. No girl will ever be lucky enough to have a man as considerate as mine and that's a fact. "No thanks. You're the one who has a problem right now. Are you going to go stay with your parents?" A frown settled on my face; I lnow Blaine doesn't exactly get along with his parents at the best of times.

Blaine sighed delicatley. God, he's even attractIve when he's groaning! "Well that's the problem," he said. "My parents are travelling out of the country for the forseeable future so I'll be all alone."

"Wait a second!" I interrupted excitedley. "I think I have a solution. Wait a minute and I'll call you back, okay?" We said goodbye quickly and I humg up to dial another number.

"Hey Dad," I said, rushing into an explanation of the present predicament. It only took a few minutes to bring my father up to speed.

"Tell the kid I ecpect to see him and his bags within the hour. Oh, and Kurt? Make sure you tell Blaine he's welcome round at ours anytime he needs a place to stay."

AN:

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