Blaine felt the room spinning around him, and he had to grab on to the doorknob to steady himself.

It was almost five o'clock in the morning. Where did he go? It's dark outside. His car is home. WHERE IS HE?

Blaine took his phone and dialed Kurt's cell number. Right to voice mail. He sent him several texts in a row—

"Kurt. baby…where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have left you like that. Call me please."

"Kurt, you're scaring me. Why aren't you calling me?

"KURT? I love you.

Blaine walked into the main room of the guesthouse, and he dropped to his knees as he saw the boutonnière that he had given Kurt laying on the floor near the desk. It must have come off when Kurt picked up his jacket. The tears came quickly as Blaine picked it up, and pressed it against his face, the softness of the petals reminding him of the softness of Kurt's skin.

Blaine grabbed his keys and jumped into his car. If Kurt decided to walk home, which was almost too much for Blaine to even think about, maybe he hadn't gotten very far. It was so dark out, and Kurt hated that. He always wanted to hold Blaine's hand when they were in darkened places, even the movie theater. It was Blaine's job to make Kurt feel safe, and he had failed miserably.

He drove slowly along the road that leads back to Lima, desperately looking for any sign of Kurt. Where would he go?

Finn. I'll call Finn, Blaine thought, and pulled over to the side of the road. No, he would text instead. He didn't want to risk waking up Burt and Carol, and then have to explain how he could not find their son. The words he was typing in made his chest tighten. He was shaking as he pressed each button-

"Finn, hey it's Blaine. Kurt seems to have run off on me. Have you heard from him?"

In less than a minute, Blaine received an answer-

"What do you mean run off? Where is he, Blaine? It's dark out"

"I don't know. I came back, and he was gone."

"Came back from where?"

"I just had to run out for something. He hasn't called you?"

"No. Where are you?"

"I'm halfway between my house and Lima. I don't know what to do, Finn. Please help me find him." Blaine was desperate now. "Please"

Finn shook his head to try to wake up. He was so angry with Blaine right now.

"Meet me at McKinley. I don't want Burt or my Mom worrying before they have to."

"Ok, I'll see you there in about 2o minutes". Blaine drove mindlessly, as if on autopilot.

As he sat at a traffic light, Blaine's phone began to ring. It was David. At 5:30 in the morning?

"David, listen, I can't talk now. Something's happened with Kurt, and I need to find him…" Blaine's voice was almost at a sob now. "I have to go".

"No. No…Blaine, don't hang up. He's here."

"He's…at Dalton?"

"Yeah, one of the security lights picked him up out near where you guys buried Pavarotti. He was pretty shaken up. So what's going on?"

"David…just keep him there, ok? Don't let him out of your sight. Please."

Blaine disconnected the call and texted Finn—

"He's at Dalton. I'm heading there now."

Finn answered quickly. "You wait for me. We need to talk".

Blaine didn't want to wait to get to Kurt, but what could he do? He'd contacted Finn for help, and he didn't want to anger Kurt's brother any more than he already had.

"Fine. I'll be at McKinley in ten".

Blaine's stomach was in knots as he saw Finn's car pull up. Finn got out and ran over to Blaine's car, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

"You want to explain to me why my brother is wandering the streets at the crack of dawn when he was supposed to be with you?"

"Finn…we were fine. Better than fine. And I just had to run out to the store for something. I got a flat on the way back. I didn't have my phone with me. It's just way too complicated to even go into right now."

"You looked me right in the eyes last night and said that you cared about him. What happened?"

"I DO care about him. Finn, I love him. I don't know what he was thinking leaving like this. We were having the best night ever. I don't want to go into all of the details if you don't mind, but it was amazing".

"Anderson, I swear to you, if you hurt him... It's been all about you since the day he met you. Do you know how many tears I've heard him shed over you and your antics? Don't lead him on if you don't feel the same way."

He took what Finn was throwing at him. He had it coming.

Blaine was driving way too fast, and before they knew it, they had arrived at Dalton. He parked his car and ran to the door. He didn't need to use his key because David and Wes, who had heard him pull up, met him.

Finn was right behind him.

"Where is he?" Blaine was frantic now, needing to see for himself that Kurt was unhurt.

"He's up in your room. I have to tell you, my friend, he was pretty worked up. What the hell happened? He wouldn't say anything other than that he let you down."

"Is he ok now?" Finn asked, still not happy with Blaine at the moment.

"I think so. Like I said, he really didn't say much to us"

Blaine ran up the stairs to his room, and tapped lightly on the door.

"Kurt? It's me." Nothing. Not a sound.

Blaine opened the door slowly, and saw that Kurt was asleep on his bed. David must have given him something to wear because his dress clothes were on the edge of the bed, and Kurt was wearing a t-shirt that was way too big for him. Blaine could see the black boxers that had played such an important part in their evening peeking out from beneath the shirt, and he could feel a smile creep across his face. He looked like an angel lying there.

Blaine looked up at Kurt's stepbrother, who had come in and stood next to him. "I love him, Finn. I really do. And he knows that. Why would he run off like this?"

"I think he was trying to leave you before you left him."

Blaine closed his eyes and felt a ripping at his heart. "I will never leave him, Finn. Ever." The tears running down his face took Finn by surprise, and he put his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"But you did. I don't want to know the details of what you and my brother were doing. Honestly. But Kurt is a very emotional person, and would rather die than feel like he disappointed anyone…especially you. You know, it took me a long time to figure out just how good Kurt is. He loves with all of his heart. He bruises easily, and I don't mean physically. You have to go easy with him, Blaine."

"Finn, I know I dragged you out here. But, do you think you could leave us alone? I really need to fix this, and I can't do it with an audience".

"I don't have my car, remember?"

"Then take mine. I'll get it later today somehow. It's Sunday. I can find someone to drive me back out to McKinley".

Finn was hesitant to leave Kurt there, but deep down, he knew that Blaine was a decent guy, and whatever happened between them had to be resolved. "Fine. But like I said, Blaine…don't' hurt him. He's been through enough. And you call me as soon as you get this figured out. His father is going to wonder what you both are up to if you don't show up this morning."

As Finn walked out the door, Blaine walked over to his bed. He looked down at Kurt and wondered what was going through that beautiful head of his. He sat on the edge of the bed, and began to run his hand over Kurt's hair. He really looked fragile to Blaine. In some ways Kurt was so strong…yet at other times he was like one of those sculptures made of sugar that they had seen on television. They looked sturdy, but one drop of water could bring the whole thing tumbling down.

His bed here was certainly not as big as the one they shared in the guesthouse, but Blaine did the best he could to slide in beside Kurt, pulling a blanket up over the two of them. Kurt stirred just a little, and when he did Blaine slid down and wrapped his arms around Kurt, whispering, "I love you, Kurt Hummel" into his ear.

"Blaine?" Kurt said quietly, still half asleep.

"Baby, of course it's me. What's going on? You had me scared to death. Why did you leave?"

"I didn't think you'd want me there when you got back from…wherever it is you went." Blaine could feel one of Kurt's tears slide down the arm he had wrapped around him. "You didn't answer my texts".

"Kurt, I went to the store to pick up some things that would…help us…to do…what I thought was going to happen next between us. I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you…in any way. I got a flat. I forgot my phone. I never even got your texts until I got back, and you were gone".

Blaine became very emotional as he continued. "Kurt, I'm not going anywhere. I told you I love you, and I mean it. You don't have to worry about this, ok?" We're a couple, you and I". Blaine was sobbing without shame now. "Please don't leave me like that again, ok? Kurt, I can't take it…"

Kurt nodded, and Blaine pulled him closer. "How did you get here?"

"I called for a cab when you didn't answer my texts. I didn't want to call Finn or my parents because I didn't want them to know that you weren't coming back for me."

"But why did you come here?"

"I feel safe here. I want to come back to Dalton. I don't want to be away from you any more. It's too hard, Blaine."

Kurt sat up on the side of the bed, and his eyes followed Blaine as he got up and walked around to where Kurt was sitting. Blaine knelt down in front of his boyfriend and took his hands in his.

"I have a proposal for you, Kurt…."