Kurt's eyes stung as he opened them to the stinging sunlight gleaming off of the water drops seated on blades of grass that surrounded him, and the grey tower shooting up in front of him. The world was upside down. Kurt rose his head and looked around at where he was. He sighed as he read the name printed on the tomb stone he lay in front of, recognizing it immediately. He was at his mother's grave. His memory flooded back to him when he tried to sit up, and noticed a heavy obstacle in his way. That would be Blaine. The taller boy nudged the other, trying to wake him.
"Nymm...um sleepin'..." he grumbled. Kurt laughed and shoved him onto the wet grass. "Ugh, what the hell, dude?" Blaine said as he rubbed his head. Kurt stood up as calmly as he could, as he was still shaking a bit from the previous night.
"My dad's gonna throw a fit, we better go back and just say I was at your house." Blaine nodded and they walked back to Kurt's house. "Blaine..?" Kurt asked.
"Yep?"
"I hope no one saw that..." Kurt said as normally as he could. Blaine laughed, shook his head, and they kept walking.
Kurt was attacked by his father as he stepped through the door. He was speaking a thousand miles per hour to him. "Kurt! I was so worried, you should have called me after storming out like that, I'm so sorry, I really am, I love you, you know that, of course you do! Oh no!"
"Chill dad, it's fine." Kurt's father finished hugging his son and gave him a serious look as he led him to the kitchen, where Quinn's father sat with a hat covering the tops of his eyes.
"Wherishe?" he asked gruffly.
"Um, sorry? What?" Kurt asked, starting to get worried. Quinn's dad never came here.
"You heard me! Where is she? Where is my daughter? She's gone with nothin' but some note and I know you two know where she gone!" Kurt's eyes grew to an incredible size as his mouth opened.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea..." Kurt stuttered, looking from Blaine to Quinn's father.
Blaine cut in with, "but we will find her." Kurt nodded at this and the two sprinted outside to search all of their secret places.
After hours of searching without any luck, Kurt and Blaine collapsed on Kurt's porch.
"Wha-what about th-" Kurt stuttered.
"Kurt, we looked everywhere," Blaine cut in.
"How can you say that? How can you give up?" Kurt screamed.
"Shh..." said Blaine soothingly. "We're never giving up; we're taking a break, since you can't even stand up anymore." Blaine laughed a bit. Kurt grumbled into Blaine's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Blaine looped his arm under Kurt's knee's and picked the taller teen up bridal style, carrying him to his room. Kurt was too shocked to say anything, so he just buried his face in Blaine's neck and nibbled on it softly.
Once in Kurt's room, Blaine set Kurt down on his bed and covered him in his ratty quilt, which Kurt refused to get rid of. Kurt laughed and fought against the barrier, but his laughter didn't last long, his frown returning moments later as he buried his face in the pillow. Blaine ran a hand down his arm reassuringly. Kurt sprang up suddenly and planted a kiss on Blaine's mouth. Blaine kissed him back for a moment, before pulling away, Kurt just leaned in closer as Blaine tried to escape, and Blaine eventually had to push Kurt back down on his bed. Blaine smiled and, without a word from either, walked quietly out of the room and began his walk home for the first time in two days.
Seven Weeks later:
"Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Wake up! Wake up!" Kurt's eyes shot open as he felt an arm yanking him around.
"Whoa, what?" Kurt yelled as he saw Blaine climbing through his window from the old tree that waited outside.
"Kurt, it's that psycho chick Brittany." Kurt cringed at her name. "She's telling everyone you, like, raped her." At this statement, Kurt just opened his mouth and stared at Blaine, trying to take in the ridiculousness of what he'd just said.
"Bu-but, thats..." Kurt's head was spinning. "What the fuck?"
"But, um, Kurt..." Blaine said. "That's not the worst part..." Blaine bit his lip as Kurt glared at him. "Well, they said since you got arrested two other times for the whole acid and beer thing, they might send you to prison this time..." Kurt put his face in his hands and began to hyperventilate as he tried to process the ridiculousness of everything that was occurring. "So yeah, Kurt, we're leaving." Kurts head jerked up. "Pack some stuff, quick, I'll be here in a few minutes with that old truck in the garage, I found the keys. Do. Not. Go. Outside. Stay here, pack, and only come out when you see me." Kurt couldn't form words, he just nodded and shot out of bed as Blaine climbed back down the tree.
Kurt tried to form comprehensive thoughts. 'Okay, one, put shirt on.' Kurt scrambled to find a semi-clean shirt and, once finding one, threw it on. He grabbed a bag a stuffed it with clothes and other essentials. He then grabbed his guitar case and crammed some more things around the old guitar Blaine had given him and taught him to play, including any money he had been saving for a new guitar for Blaine. His hands were shaking as he went downstairs and crammed some food into the original bag, along with a few other things that sat in the refrigerator. As Kurt was finishing up taking things from his bedroom, he heard a honk outside and saw Blaine sitting in a dusty old truck. As Kurt turned to leave, he noticed something in the tree, a folded piece of paper stuck on a branch with a rubber band, clearly put there intentionally. Kurt grabbed it and ran down the steps and out the door.
Kurt jumped into the passenger seat of the truck and threw his things into the back of the cab. Immediately and impulsively, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and glued his lips onto the other's, forcing Blaine's mouth open and shoving his tongue inside. Blaine kissed him back forcefully and ran his hand down Kurt's back. They remained like this for a few moments, just breathing each other in, when Blaine finally pulled away and started the car with Kurt still sitting on his lap.
"Kurt..."
"Yeah?"
"You're shirt's on backwards."
"...dammit!"
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