A/N – This chapter is a bit shorter than my others, but I needed this as the set up for what's to come. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
"I don't understand. Where are you going?"
"I just need to run out for a few minutes. It's ok, Kurt. I'll be back as soon as I can. I just…need to do something. No worries, ok?"
Blaine started throwing his clothes back on as quickly as he could while Kurt just sat, unsure of what was happening.
"It's three o'clock in the morning. Why are you doing this?"
"Kurt, I'm not doing anything. Do you trust me?
"Of course I do. But why can't you tell me where you're going?"
"I just need to do this. For us. OK?"
Blaine grabbed his keys and wallet, leaned over to give Kurt a quick kiss, and told him to make sure he locked the door when he left.
"I'll be back before you know it. "
Kurt watched in silence as Blaine left, and a feeling of disappointment came over him. Had he been so bad in bed that Blaine had to run out to reconsider their relationship?
As he wrapped the comforter around himself, Kurt walked over and turned the television on while he waited. There was nothing on—a few infomercials for products that made Kurt too embarrassed to even watch.
So he climbed back into bed, and felt each second ticking away.
Blaine couldn't believe that he didn't think of this before now. After what they've shared so far this evening, Blaine knew what the next step would be. It would be scary and exciting for both of them, and everything needed to be perfect. Blaine had read about what they would need to make things go…easier…and he was hoping that he could get everything they would need at the Walgreens near his house. Thank heavens for 24-hour stores. He shouldn't have left Kurt like that, but he knew that if he told him exactly what he was running out for, Kurt would be so embarrassed that it might put a damper on the rest of the evening. No, Blaine thought to himself—I was going to be a man and be responsible.
So many thoughts were going through Blaine's head as he made the turn into the parking lot. He should text Kurt quickly and tell him not to worry that pretty head of his and that he would be back soon. Reaching into his pocket, Blaine didn't feel the familiar shape of his phone. Damn. His phone was in the pocket of his suit jacket. Great.
Running into the store, Blaine tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he went to the area of the store that he usually steered clear of. Sexual aids. Ugh. Please, please don't let anyone he knows be working the register. Not that he was ashamed of anything that has happened, or will happen. But he just doesn't want to have to deal with the comments and looks.
Grabbing what he thought they would need, Blaine made his way up to the register, put his items on the counter, and waited. It didn't take long for the cashier, who reminded him of his mother, to say, "Wow, someone has a big night in front of her".
"In front of him. My boyfriends name is Kurt, and he's waiting for me, so if you don't mind…" Blaine isn't sure why he felt the need to say what he said to a perfect stranger, but it felt good. His boyfriend. Kurt.
Blaine was well on his way back to his house—and his Kurt—when he heard a noise that startled him. Blaine tried to ignore it, but he knew exactly what had happened. A flat tire. Perfect. And no phone to call for help. Sigh. All he wanted to do was crawl back into their bed and wrap himself around Kurt. But first things first.
Kurt tried to relax but couldn't. Blaine had said he would only be gone for a few minutes, and if the wall clock was right, it was almost an hour since Blaine ran out the door. Kurt decided to text Blaine and let him know that he missed him. He didn't want to sound all clingy, but there was no harm in letting Blaine know that he was thinking about him.
"Hey. Miss You. Remind me to teach you the concept of time". Kurt added a heart at the end so that Blaine would know that he wasn't mad, just anxious.
Kurt expected that there would be a quick response to his text, but after a few minutes, he wondered what was really going on.
"Blaine, is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?" Nothing. No answer.
After twenty minutes had gone by, and no response from Blaine, Kurt was feeling worse than he ever had before. He had messed things up, somehow. And Blaine was out there trying to figure out a way to tell him. At least he is being a gentleman, and not doing it by text. Having the person that he loves tell him, in words that would be on his phone for all eternity, that he made a mistake about them. Could there be anything worse? Kurt kept looking at his phone for the message that never came.
Blaine was thankful, at least, that his father had made him take an auto safety class last summer. At least he could do the basics, like checking the oil, replenishing the fluids, and, yes, changing a flat tire.
What must Kurt be thinking? He's been gone almost two hours. So much time lost of what was left of this amazing night. Blaine thought about how Kurt's kisses had felt…how his hands and mouth had driver him wild…and he wanted to get back to him as soon as possible so that they could pick up where they had left off.
Blaine didn't waste any time once the tire was changed and jumped in the car to head back to the house. He would have some serious explaining to do. Pulling into his driveway, he barely brought the car to a stop before jumping out and running towards the guesthouse.
He tried to put his key into the lock, but didn't have to. The door was open.
"Sweetie, I'm SO sorry. You won't believe what happened to me. Look, I should have just told you…"
Blaine looked at the room in front of him. Something was different. There was no burgundy jacket thrown over the back of the desk chair. No bow tie on the table. He saw his phone lying face down on the floor beside the couch. The ringer was off—he had done that so that nothing would disturb their night together. The message light was blinking.
"Hey. Miss You. Remind me to teach you the concept of time"
"Blaine, is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?"
As he slowly walked into the bedroom, a sick feeling came over him and he could feel the exact moment when his heart stopped beating.
Kurt was gone.