Since this is the first time I've gotten more than one prompt since my last update, I think this is a good time to say that I'm going to post prompts in the order I receive them, because it seems like the fairest way to do it. Now, today's prompt is from Chibirisu:

Blaine thinks Kurt is in danger (maybe he thought some bullies were after Kurt or something) and panics a bit. When he finally sees Kurt, he tells him how much he loves him!

I was a little unsure about my characterization of them for this one, but I hope you all like it!

Scared

Blaine's last period class had never felt so long before. He squirmed slightly in his blazer and fiddled with his tie as he sat in the first row of his Latin class, a subject he'd always previously enjoyed. But today, the minute hand's journey around the face of the clock was agonizingly slow. Blaine cast an unhappy glance at the empty seat on his right, the seat from which Kurt should have been slipping him sweet notes and doodles. It's only been one week, Blaine thought to himself, Kurt's been back at McKinley for one week, and you already can't stand that he's not here. Blaine had shown no restraint in encouraging Kurt to go back to his friends and prove that his spirit couldn't be crushed by ignorant bullies. But now that the deed was done, Blaine unashamedly missed him.

It wasn't even the stolen kisses and gestures that he longed for. It was the friendly smile that he could count on seeing no matter how bad his day had been, it was the fact that he had a friend who didn't insist on addressing him as "Warbler Blaine," it was having someone with whom he was always on the same page. The days had seemed so empty without the slender form of Kurt by his side, and the absence of Kurt's countertenor voice at Warbler practice was glaringly loud to Blaine's ears. Even when Blaine wasn't selfishly wishing to have Kurt back at Dalton, he often thought with a chill of Kurt's painful days of being bullied, and hoped that it wasn't reoccurring now that Kurt had returned.

When the bell finally rang at the end of the day, Blaine shot out of his seat and was out of the classroom before anybody else, sliding into the driver's seat of his car without bothering to change out of his uniform. He fumbled with the keys, clumsy in his eagerness to be away, driving to the Lima Bean where he and Kurt had agreed to meet after school that day. Blaine arrived and scanned the lot quickly for Kurt's car. It was nowhere to be seen, so he pulled off his blazer and settled into his seat rather than going into the coffee shop. It was raining torrentially, and he'd rather wait for the downpour to abate, or at least for Kurt to arrive.

Blaine sat stiffly, yearning to see Kurt all the more just because he knew how soon the sweet moment would be. When he realized that he was drumming his fingers impatiently against his knee, he pulled out his music player and slipped on a set of headphones, leaning his head against the headrest and letting a recording of Kurt singing "Blackbird," fill his ears. The sound was soothing, and Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt's smooth voice washed over him and swept him away. The song played five times before Blaine realized that Kurt, Kurt, who was the most punctual person he'd ever met, was twenty minutes late. Blaine tensed and, with no conscious volition on his part, his fingers resumed their frantic tapping.

It was 3:50. He'll be here soon. Five more minutes, and Kurt will be laughing at me for being so impatient. 3:55. Blaine's mind was racing. He recalled the torment Kurt had confessed to suffering at McKinley - the slushie facials, the daily plunge into the dumpsters, that awful kiss in the locker room. 4:00. What had happened to Kurt? He could be anywhere, with anybody, having who knows what done to him. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to banish the dozens of horrible possibilities forming in his mind. A moment later, he was shoving his keys back into the ignition and tearing down the streets to McKinley High as fast as his expensive car could take him.

The parking lot was fairly empty when Blaine pulled in, and he charged out into the rain, slamming the car door shut behind him. Halfway to the entrance, Blaine paused, panicking even more as he realized that there was nothing he could do, that he wouldn't know how to get to Kurt even if he knew where he was. The sudden surge of helplessness was worse than anything else.

The wind picked up and the rain slanted into Blaine's face and plastered his soaked button-down shirt against his skin. Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, shivering and panting as his mind invented a new series of fearful things that could be happening to Kurt. His hands gripped at his hair, which had come out of its carefully gelled style and was sticking to his forehead in sopping curls. Blaine blinked against the rivulets of rain that ran into his eyes and shivered again, this time more out of fear for his boyfriend than the cold.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar, high-pitched voice call calmly but questioningly, "Blaine?"

Blaine spun about and saw a tall, slender figure walking towards him from a side exit, holding a pink umbrella and hopping lightly over puddles. He squinted through the rain that blurred his vision and made out that it was Kurt, looking confused but unharmed.

Relief overcame Blaine's sense of reserve as he sprinted towards Kurt, throwing his arms around the boy and burying his face in Kurt's neck to inhale the smell of his cologne and hairspray. Kurt froze for a moment in surprise, and then slowly relaxed and wrapped the arm that didn't have an umbrella around Blaine, kissing his forehead.

"Hey, whoa," Kurt said, steadying Blaine. "What are you doing here?" The bewilderment was clear in his voice.

"I thought…" Blaine panted, out of breath, "I thought you… bullies… You didn't show up and I thought someone had done something awful to you…" Blaine trailed off, the rest of his sentence lost as he mumbled incoherently into Kurt's neck.

Despite how disjointed and halting Blaine's explanation had been, Kurt understood immediately. He folded his umbrella as the rain slowed to a mist, freeing both hands. One arm stayed around Blaine's waist while the other hand came up to the back of Blaine's head and carded absently through the damp hair. "Oh, Blaine," he murmured. "Glee practice ran late. I figured you'd know that that was what I was doing."

Blaine turned his head a bit, and his words became audible again. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he was chanting.

Kurt chuckled awkwardly and rubbed up and down Blaine's back before pulling away a bit. "Well, I'm glad of that, and I love you, too, but you're all wet," Kurt commented, and Blaine didn't have to look up to know that Kurt was wrinkling his nose in the most adorable way.

"Too bad," Blaine muttered, tightening his hold on Kurt. As his adrenaline-fueled panic subsided, Blaine became fully aware of how he'd jumped to conclusions and was grateful that the blush staining his cheeks was hidden in Kurt's shoulder. He nuzzled his face deeper into Kurt's warmth and groaned, "I've made such a fool of myself."

Kurt smiled and placed a finger under Blaine's chin, coaxing his head up. "You're surprisingly adorable when you're embarrassed," he remarked with a smile.

Blaine reddened even more and tried unsuccessfully to drop his gaze. "I missed you so much," he whispered, kissing Kurt lingeringly on the mouth and then resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder so that Kurt couldn't see his face. "I know how happy you are to be at McKinley again, and I'm glad you had the courage to do what I couldn't, but please try to stay safe, okay?" Blaine requested softly. "I love you, so much. Too much for anything to happen to you."

"I promise," Kurt said quietly, his throat vibrating under Blaine's head. Blaine pulled back from the embrace and their hands found each other's, fingers intertwining. They smiled firmly into each other's eyes and Blaine savored the moment, branding it into his memory.

The ending was sort of abrupt, I hope nobody minds. I didn't want to keep on rambling. Keep the prompts coming, everyone!