I broke my toe last night. Always fun. And then I went to work and I figured it would be fine to walk around on because it was just a toe, it didn't matter. But last night was deliveries so I had to unload them and by the time that was finished, I was hyperventilating from the shock of it - it wasn't even the pain, just the feeling that something wasn't right. Has this happened to anybody else?

Oh, and on spoilers for 3x05... yeah. That's going to be one heck of an episode if every spoiler is correct, which I severely doubt. This is why I stay far far away from spoilers and unconfirmed rumors whenever I can.

I'm two followers away from releasing another exclusive Tumblr story - this time, the request was for a version of the Gay Marriage Bill chapter where Kurt and Blaine are actually together. So check out the link on my profile for that one, hopefully going up soon.

From Annika Annabellina: kurts car is found and no one knows were[sic] kurt is. blaine thinks hes dead and confesses his love for him at dalton in kurts dorm. take it from there?

Gone

"Hey, Blaine?"

Blaine glanced up from his textbook to see Kurt standing in his doorway, overnight bag slung over his shoulder. "I'm off for the weekend."

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Blaine gestured for Kurt to come to him, hugging him awkwardly without standing. "Have a good weekend," he said softly.

"You take it easy on the studying." Kurt stepped back and looked down at him, clearly concerned. "And get some sleep. I'll text you tonight and make you go to bed."

Blaine laughed. "I'll be waiting. See you on Sunday." Kurt waved and and left the room, Blaine watching him go before turning back to differential equations with a sigh. Am I ever going to get my act together and tell him how I feel?

An hour later, it was a more than welcome distraction when Jeff knocked lightly on the door and let himself in. "That chapter's hell, isn't it?" he said sympathetically, Blaine nodding his agreement. "Do you know where Kurt is? I need his help with some conjugations."

"Oh, he's already gone for the weekend. Left about an hour ago, I believe."

Jeff frowned. "Then why is his car still here?"

Blaine mimicked Jeff's frown, standing and crossing over to his window which looked over the student car park. Sure enough, Kurt's Navigator was still sitting in the same spot. "Maybe someone picked him up," he said, grabbing his phone and punching in Kurt's number only to receive no reply. "I'll call his stepbrother." Finn's number had been in his phone since their second meeting and Blaine called it, trying to convince himself that everything was fine.

"Hello?"

"Finn, hey, it's Blaine. Quick question, did you pick Kurt up?"

There was a second of silence. "No, crap, was I meant to?" Before Blaine could reply, Finn was talking to someone on the other end. "Were we meant to pick Kurt up?" After a few seconds of silence, Finn returned. "Kurt's supposed to be on his way."

Blaine bit his lip. "Finn, I need to talk to Kurt's dad."

Luckily Finn had the sense to just hand the phone over instead of asking questions and Burt Hummel was on the line in seconds. "You telling me Kurt hasn't left yet? He sent me a text, told me he was on his way, he's not hurt or anything is he?"

Blaine swallowed hard. "Mr. Hummel, Kurt's car is still here but he isn't."

There were a few seconds of absolute silence, then; "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Kurt came by about an hour ago and told me he was leaving but his car is still in the car park. He's not answering his phone together." Blaine hesitated a second. "I can pull the boys together and get Dalton searched but we might have to involve the authorities."

Jeff was already pulling his phone out as Burt replied, "Do it. We'll be there as soon as we can."

The line went dead and Blaine turned to Jeff who was texting. "I've told everybody to meet us in the choir room in ten. That gives us time to check Kurt's room again and go down to his car to see what's going on. And then, if we still need to, you can call the police."

Blaine was already halfway out the room, Jeff jogging to keep up. Nick joined them halfway, beginning to ask what was wrong but quickly silenced by Jeff as Blaine strode ahead, opening Kurt's door and stopping dead in the doorway.

"Blaine? What is it, is he there?"

"No," Blaine said softly, stepping in further to let the others in, knowing they were probably confused by his sudden change in demeanor. After all, there wasn't anything in the room to startle him or give him a reason to believe that something was wrong. It was just Kurt's room which was empty but so unbearably Kurt that Blaine felt the reality of the situation hit him hard.

Kurt's missing. Kurt's missing and I don't know where he is and he might be kidnapped or dead or injured and I can't do anything about it and this is serious and I love him and I might never see him again.

"Oh my god."

Blaine felt his legs give out, a pair of arms catching him as he fell and quickly getting him on the bed. "Blaine? Blaine, can you hear me?" came the worried voice that Blaine remembered as Jeff's. "I think we need to get him some help."

"No," Blaine managed to say, exerting all the force he could to sit back up. "I'm fine. Honest," he added as he took in the dubious expressions of the boys kneeling in front of him. "We need to focus on finding Kurt right now. Let's go to his car."

Nick insisted on helping him up, stopping him before they could leave the room. "You love him, don't you?"

Blaine had thought he would be more annoyed by the interruption - after all, this was time he could be spending looking for Kurt. Instead he nodded softly. "Yes, I do."

"Well, let's go find him then," Jeff said simply, as if he had known all along. Blaine wouldn't put it past him - Jeff could always read people better than they could read themselves.

The three boys quickly headed down to the car park, checking to make sure Kurt wasn't around. They were just about to head out to the actual car when Blaine froze, throwing out an arm to stop them. "Look," he said quietly, pointing to the ground in front of them.

It was Kurt's phone.

For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then Nick slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue. "I'm going to pick up the phone in this," he said quietly, "then we're going to go back inside as quickly as possible. And as soon as we're in, Jeff will call the police." The two boys nodded and Nick knelt down to pick up the phone quickly before gesturing to the others. They walked back into the building briskly, Jeff stepping away once they were inside to make the call. "Blaine, I'm going to alert security and put the place into lockdown."

"Kurt's family are on their way," Blaine heard himself say, hardly aware of the words leaving his mouth.

"We'll let them know. You can ID his family?" Blaine nodded, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. A few moments later, Nick's face was right in front of him. "Hey, breathe. Come on, Blaine, no panic attacks on me. You've done this before, you know what's going on. Breathe."

It took a few seconds for the words to penetrate and then another few to remember how to breathe, but finally Blaine managed to take a breath. "That's it," Nick coaxed gently. "It's all going to be fine. The police will be here soon and," Nick paused, glancing over Blaine's shoulder and nodding. "Jeff's going to call security and tell the other Warblers what's going on right now and we'll all wait down here for Kurt's family. Alright?"

Blaine nodded, his head clearing. "Thanks. Sorry about that."

It took a few more minutes for his breathing to even out completely and Blaine could fell himself shaking. Nick put a hand on his shoulder gently. "It's been a long time since you've had a panic attack like that."

"To be fair, it is worth panicking over, Nick."

"He's going to be okay."

Nick's tone was warm and reassuring but Blaine couldn't let himself be tricked into that. "You don't know that. You don't know where he is or who he's with or what's happening to him."

The sound of footsteps could be heard on the steps and Blaine turned to see Jeff returning with Wes and David in two. "Security has been alerted and the rest of the Warblers are searching Dalton," Wes reported. "If he's here, we'll find him."

And then everything seemed to happen at once. Security arrived and began to lock down the campus. The police showed at the same time as Kurt's family and the foyer was suddenly full of people asking questions and getting statements. Kurt's phone was surrendered, access was given to his room and the police began to investigate the car park. Throughout it all, Blaine stood in exactly the same place, answering any questions given to him in a monotone. Nick and Wes were standing on either side of him protectively, answering as many questions as they could on his behalf.

It was only when the police were finished with Burt and he made his way over to Blaine that the boy showed any emotion. "Mr. Hummel, I'm so sorry. I should have checked, I should have walked him out to his car -"

"Stop." Blaine was instantly silent, fearing the worst. "Blaine, this isn't your fault in the slightest so don't start telling yourself it is. There was no reason to believe that anything was going to happen to Kurt and you gave the cops a real good description to send out, better than I could have given. All we can do is wait."

Blaine let out a shaky breath. "I know," he admitted. "I just feel so helpless."

"You and me both, kid." Burt hesitated for a second, glancing at the boys on either side of Blaine who quickly took the hint and stepped away. "You would've told me if that Karofsky kid had been calling Kurt or bugging him, wouldn't you?"

"Absolutely," Blaine said immediately. "I just don't know whether he would've mentioned it. He usually tells me what's going on but occasionally he decides he's being a burden and stops. He hasn't seemed worried or anything lately though."

Burt nodded. "That's what I thought. I let them know anyway, just in case, so they can follow it -"

A sharp burst of conversation over the walkie talkies in the room interrupted him and Blaine's heart leapt into his throat because that was an address. "Have they found him?"

Burt was already halfway to the nearest police officer as a group headed out the front door. He returned to Blaine a few minutes later. "It's possible, they're going to check it out and let us know, but we have to stay here." Blaine nodded reluctantly and Burt moved away to his family to relay the information. Finn was on the phone, probably talking to Mercedes and Blaine cringed at the thought of how far the gossip would have travelled by this point. He sighed and rested his head back against the wall.

"How are you holding up?"

Blaine shrugged without looking up. Nick's hand slipped into his and he squeezed it involuntarily. "How would you feel if it was Jeff?"

"Exactly the same."

And for some reason that comforted Blaine more than anything else could.

The wait was excruciating. Blaine had no idea how long had passed, how long he had stayed in that same spot just waiting for that radio call to find out what was going on. The first announcement was a negative - the police had checked on Karofsky and found he was at work and had been there all morning. Blaine didn't know whether this was good or not. On one had, it wasn't the person who still gave Kurt nightmares… but now it had the potential to be much worse.

The majority of the Warblers had joined them in the foyer by now and were milling around trying to find a way to be useful. But there was nothing anybody could do but wait.

And then the static burst came. "Victim has been located, uninjured, returning now."

Kurt's family were clutching each other in sheer relief and Finn looked close to tears. The administrative representatives all breathed a sigh of relief and many of the Warblers were hugging each other and finally smiling again. The story was quickly released - someone had noticed a boy taking someone of Kurt's description into a house in the Lima area and police had entered to find him there, clearly being held against his will but thankfully not hurt. The name of the boy was yet to be released.

Blaine sunk slowly to the floor, shaking. The boys were surrounding him immediately, offering as much support as they could as Blaine finally allowed himself to cry the tears he didn't know he had been holding back. Nick's arms were around him and he kept talking softly. "It's alright, they've got him, he's safe, he's coming back."

If the time had been going slowly before, it was nothing compared to now. Every eye was trained on the door, waiting. All Blaine knew was that Kurt wasn't hurt physically but that didn't mean anything - words could hurt just as much as punches, especially in this town. And the same question kept running through his head and probably everybody else's; who did this?

And then security was opening the doors and two policemen were walking through with Kurt between them, small and pale but safe.

Kurt's family were first, of course, which gave Blaine time to get his legs working and stand again. The rest of the Warblers melted away, leaving Blaine standing on his own across the room and just staring at Kurt as he hugged his father, clearly assuring him that he was fine. A few seconds later, Kurt turned around and his eyes locked on Blaine.

Blaine didn't even remember moving but suddenly he was in the middle of the room and Kurt was there in his arms and Kurt was there and Blaine knew he was crying again but it didn't even matter. Nothing else could. "You're safe," he whispered, his voice shaking. "You're safe, you're here, Kurt."

Kurt didn't say a word but Blaine could feel him shaking and tightened his grip. He didn't know what had happened to Kurt and didn't want to ask. Not yet, not while it was still raw. All he could do was hold him and know that right now he was safe.

"I'm okay," Kurt finally whispered, his head still buried in Blaine's shoulder. "I just… I needed…"

"I know. Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."

Kurt sighed brokenly and wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine. "I've never wanted to see anybody more in my life than you and my dad."

Before Blaine could let himself absorb the words and what they meant, the doors opened again to reveal another set of policemen with another boy walking between them, a figure Blaine recognized far too well from his brief experience at McKinley - a jock who had seen them walking together after confronting Karofsky and gotten in their way, threatening to hurt them if they didn't get their 'homo' out of his school.

Azimio.

Blaine growled and Kurt glanced up, his eyes wet. "What is it?"

"Don't turn around."

Kurt tensed instantly. "He's in here, isn't he?"

"Yes, but he's not coming anywhere near you." As Blaine spoke, he noticed the other Warblers moving to surround them, clearly making a protective barrier between Kurt and Azimio. Out the corner of his eye, Blaine noticed Burt glaring daggers at Azimio and knew the man would have gone after him if it weren't for the police present. But right now his only priority was Kurt. "It's alright, you're completely safe here, I've got you."

"I trust you."

But Kurt was still shaking, his head buried again and clearly terrified. "Is there anything I can do?" Blaine asked, worried and feeling utterly useless.

Kurt shook his head. "Just this. Just protect me." The next two words were muffled as if Kurt hadn't wanted them to be heard, but Blaine did. "Love me."

"I will… and I do." Kurt tensed again but Blaine knew it wasn't out of fear this time. "I do," he repeated. "I love you, so much."

He didn't know how it was going to be received - there was every possibility that Kurt hadn't meant that kind of love. But Blaine needed to tell Kurt, not just for Kurt's sake but for his own. He couldn't go another day without Kurt knowing how much he meant to Blaine.

Kurt slowly lifted his head, all the fear completely gone. "Really?"

"Really."

And then Kurt was kissing him, half frantic like this was what he needed more than anything and half like he had been waiting to do this forever. Blaine kissed him back desperately, needing it just as much as Kurt to know that Kurt was here and all of Kurt was here. Nothing had been scared out of him and nothing ever could.

There was a choked-off sound from across the room and the two broke apart, both turning to see that the Warblers had conveniently moved while they were kissing so Azimio could see what was going on. Blaine was about ready to kill them until he glanced at Kurt and saw the determination shining in his eyes, completely overriding the fear and Blaine suddenly realized why they had done it. "I told you!" Kurt called out to him, his hand finding Blaine's and gripping it tightly. "It doesn't matter what you threaten to do to me, you will never stop me from being who I am. You can call me every derogatory name under the sun, you can call me an abomination, a freak, whatever you want! In the end, I am who I am and so are you - an ignorant child who doesn't know what love really means! This is love, I love him and he loves me and that's something you'll never change."

Kurt's voice lowered but still easily carried across the now silent foyer. "I almost feel sorry for you because you'll never experience anything like this. You can't let people in so you keep them out with your words. I hope some day you'll realize that you don't have to do this."

"I don't need advice from a fag like you."

Kurt shrugged but Blaine felt the way his grip tightened on Blaine's hand. "So be it," he said simply.

As Azimio turned back to the police who were still questioning him, Blaine noticed Burt staring in their direction. Mentally preparing himself for the glaring of a lifetime, Blaine turned to the man, only to find him… smiling?

"He approves," Kurt said quietly, also looking at his father. "He always told me to stick up for myself no matter what, that nobody pushes the Hummels around. And he likes you. He always has." Kurt turned back to Blaine. "I'm going to go home for a couple of days. I need some time with my family and some time to just…" He waved his free hand around lightly, clearly looking for the words.

"I know." Blaine leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Take all the time you need. Just promise me something?" Kurt nodded. "Call me if you need anything. I don't care what time of the day or night it is."

"I will." Kurt leaned in again, brushing their lips together softly. "I love you."

Blaine smiled for the first time in hours. "I love you too."

Kurt paused, his hand still loosely linked with Blaine's. "Will you love me when I come back, when all of this is over and there's no panic and -?"

"Always," Blaine murmured softly, cutting Kurt off. He paused, making sure he had Kurt's complete attention. "I love you."

Kurt kissed him one last time before releasing his hand. "I'll call you," he said simply before turning and walking towards his family. As Blaine watched him go, he couldn't stop the tears from welling up again as the enormity of the day hit him.

Wes joined him a second later, wrapping an arm around him. "He'll be back," he said simply. "And he'll be okay."

Blaine smiled. "I know. He will."

Just as a note, I was listening to As If We Never Said Goodbye as I wrote Kurt's confrontation with Azimio. Inspiration right there.

I know there's a sequel in this because people probably want to know what actually happened when Kurt was taken, right? Can't make any promises, as per usual, but I'll do my best.

MusicalEscape:

3 Ways to Get Revenge on Finn:

1. Find his Xbox. Steal said Xbox. Tie Xbox to a place he can see but can't reach. Like the top of the flagpole!

2. While he's asleep (sleeps like a log, might I add) piant the room a different color, exchange all the furniture, and have your accomplices act like his family to creep him out. Don't forget the camera!

3. Risk your soul byndoing the unforgivable- steal his candy.