"Kurt, dude, you look like you're falling through your ass." The countertenor nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"I've been really busy lately." And he really had been. School, tests, homework, papers, glee, and going to Dalton with Blaine on the weekends were really starting to take its toll on him. He was also working on his own special project that no one knew about.
Kurt was looking for Blaine's mother.
Blaine had already looked for her, he knew that, but he felt that he could at least try. That was why he wasn't going to tell anyone; he didn't want to get anyone's, especially Blaine's, hopes up if he couldn't find her. So far his search came up empty but he had an idea on where to get more information about Blaine's mother.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Blaine shaking his shoulder.
"Sorry, what?"
"I said I think you should go home." His hazel eyes were drowning in concern and Kurt felt himself nodding.
"Yeah, I think I should. I'll see you at home, then."
"I'll tell Finn you went home."
"Do you want me to drive you?" Puck chimed in, closing the countertenor's locker for him. Kurt shook his head.
"No, I'll be fine, but thank you." He smiled softly and headed down the hall and off the campus.
He sat in his car for a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, before finally deciding on what he was going to do. He pulled out a paper that had been ripped in half from his bag and entered the address written on it into the GPS on his phone. He pulled out of the parking lot and followed the directions to a large building with black letters reading Lima Adoption Center. It took him a few minutes to calm himself and actually get out of his car. His hands shook as he pushed open the heavy door and he hoped he looked more relaxed than he felt. A girl behind the reception desk smiled and sat up a little straighter.
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Yes, I need to speak to Laney Fischer." The girl nodded, picking up her phone and pressing a button.
"There's a boy here to see you… Okay, be right there." She hung up, walked around the desk and motioned for Kurt to follow. They walked down a few narrow hallways before stopping at a door with a plaque reading Laney Fischer, Foster Homes Director. "Here you go." The girl smiled and headed back down the hallway. Kurt took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Come in!" He took another deep breath before opening the door and slipping into the room. The woman inside the office was smiling as Kurt shut the door and took a seat across the desk from her. "How can I help you?"
"I'm Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson is living with my family." She perked up and her smile faded.
"Is he okay? Did something happen?"
"He's fine; I just had a few questions about his mother." Laney shook her head, her smile back on her face.
"I'm sorry, Honey, that's confidential information that I can only share with the guardians."
"I just… I…" He sighed and shook his head a little to regain his composure. "I'm trying to find her for him and I need all the information I can get if I'm going to do a thorough search for her." She nodded. "I only know her name and that she's about thirty-two years old now but that's not enough. If you could just give me an address or a phone number or something, please." She sighed and opened a drawer in her desk. She pulled out a file and started flipping through the pages.
"I shouldn't be doing this but," she smiled at Kurt, "you must really care for him if you're willing to do this." He smiled and nodded.
"I really care for him, yes. He's… Blaine's one of my best friends and he's the only person that really understands me and I love him." His eyes grew wide when he realized what he said. Laney smiled knowingly as she flipped through the file.
"Have you told him yet?" He shook his head. "Maybe you should."
"I've been trying to but… I'm not good at talking about my feelings for people." She nodded.
"Blaine's never been one to tell someone he likes them so I guess you two are at a stalemate." Kurt nodded. "Oh, here we go! The only information I have about Cassandra is an address. It's been seventeen years but it's a start."
"Thank you so much, thank you!"
Blaine tiptoed into the house, carefully shutting the door behind him. He had called Burt to let him know that Kurt was going home and Burt called Carole to inform her as well. As if on cue, Carole poked her head out of the kitchen, smiling brightly.
"Hi Sweetie." She whispered. He waved, setting his bag down on the couch. "Kurt's upstairs sleeping. Poor thing looks like he's barely had any sleep."
"Yeah, we were all really worried about him today. Do you think he's okay?"
"I think he's a little run down but he'll be fine." Blaine nodded.
"I'm going to check on him." Carole nodded, still smiling, and slipped back into the kitchen. Blaine hurried up the stairs and made his way to Kurt's door as quietly as possible. He had learned that Kurt's door squeaked so he carefully opened the door and had successfully gotten it open without squeaking.
Kurt was curled up on his bed, covers wrapped tightly around him. One foot had escaped the confines of the blankets and one hand delicately cradled the countertenor's sleeping face. His lips were parted slightly and his eyelashes were fanned out over his porcelain cheeks. Blaine carefully brushed away a few strands of soft, chestnut locks from Kurt's peaceful face.
Blaine could honestly say that Kurt was beautiful; he couldn't name one thing he didn't like about the countertenor. He thought it was silly how much time and effort Kurt put in to make himself flawless everyday when he was already the closest thing to perfect possible. That, he believed, was Kurt's only flaw; he didn't see his own beauty. Blaine saw it, Sam saw it, Puck saw it, even Finn saw it. If Finn could get over his awkwardness about finding another boy attractive then that had to say something, right?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a soft sigh and refocused his gaze to see Kurt's sparkling glasz eyes fluttering open. He chuckled and Kurt smiled softly.
"Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty."
"You just implied that you were Prince Charming."
"And what if I am?" He shrugged and fought the smile that threatened to explode on his face when Kurt blushed a bright pink. Before anyone could say anything else, the door squeaked to announce Carole's arrival into the room.
"Oh good, you're awake! Come downstairs, there's a surprise for Blaine." The mentioned raised an eyebrow, looking from Carole to Kurt and back again.
"A surprise?" Carole nodded, smiling brightly. Kurt suddenly jumped up, grabbed Blaine's hand (he noticed the blush on the countertenor's cheeks), and pulled him out of the room. They followed Carole down the stairs and out the door.
Blaine's jaw dropped. Burt chuckled at the expression and threw the keys in his hand to the shocked teen. He barely caught the keys and took a careful step forward.
"Th-This is mine?" Burt and Carole nodded.
"We realized that having Kurt drive you around all the time probably isn't the ideal situation for either of you so we decided to get this for you." Carole explained.
"You really didn't have to do this."
"Oh, nonsense." Burt chuckled. "Enjoy the car." Blaine could only nod; what could he say? Burt and Carole had just gotten him a car for god's sake. You don't just say thank you for something like that.
"Dude, nice car!" The family turned to see Puck and Finn exiting Puck's truck.
"Wait, why does Blaine get a car and I don't?"
"Because Blaine actually knows how to drive, unlike some people." Kurt giggled, taking the keys from the still stunned Blaine. He clicked on a charm then handed them back. Blaine inspected the charm and couldn't help but smile.
"The Warblers?" Kurt nodded.
"I had Trent send me some very well taken pictures and a description of the Warbler emblem so that I could recreate it as a keychain." Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"So you knew I was getting a car?" The countertenor nodded again.
"Yeah but it was a surprise so I couldn't tell you. No one told Finn because he's really the worst at keeping secrets." They turned to Finn, who was staring down at the floor with Puck chuckling and elbowing him in the side.
"Enough chatter, go take it out! I didn't buy a car so it could sit in the driveway!"
A/N: This is sooooo late. I'm so very sorry. I'm moving to another state so there's really been a lot of stuff going on. I promise once I'm settled after the move that the updates will continue just as frequently as they had before. I didn't forget about you guys!