A/N: Yes, I am actually and definitly back with this story. The updates this time around will be much more regular. I hope a lot of my original readership is still with me. I have missed getting to write for you.

xo M

Tears Stained

Chapter 15: Is It Me You're Looking For?

It is shortly before midnight when Kurt tiptoes downstairs. He knows people must still be awake, and Santana must have been invited to stay the night since he can among other voices clearly make out hers coming from the living room.

Kurt is not too keen on being noticed at all, wanting to spend as little time as possible apart from Blaine, 'He could wake up from a nightmare any time.' It is Kurt's worst fear right now.

Seconds later he is in the kitchen filling two glasses with water to take upstairs, and grabbing a chocolate bar from a cupboard, 'Now that I'm awake I might as well watch over Blaine properly for a while,' and the sugar will help with that, staying awake.

When Kurt turns back around from the cupboard, the already half eaten chocolate bar sticking out of his mouth he is faced with "Wes!"

The other boy had entered the kitchen while Kurt was in the middle of rummaging around in the cupboard and had tried to avoid startling him and so just waited for Kurt to notice he is there too.

Kurt throws what remains of the chocolate bar down on the counter and takes the steps left between them pulling Wes into a fierce hug, "You're here. I'd completely forgotten. Oh gosh. And your hair, when did you grow it out like that?"

Wes just shrugs as Kurt pulls back, "Just felt right. I forgot you were hardly ever there when Blaine and I skyped, then you'd have known I started letting it grow out a while ago. It's so good to see you," Wes adds, pulling Kurt back into another hug.

"You too," Kurt hiccups as he starts crying harder than he has allowed himself all day. "You too, Wes."

Wes does not say anything, does not shush Kurt or tell him everything will be just fine.

Kurt has always loved Wes for that, honesty, and compassion. No false hope or promises, just help – as good as Wes can give it – comfort too.

So Kurt cries on for minutes more, brings out between the few sobs escaping his mouth "I have to get back to Blaine, soon."

"Can I come? I know he is asleep, but ..."

"Sure, come on," Kurt answers, much more composed again already, wiping once more over his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before he pops the rest of the chocolate bar into his mouth and picks up the two glasses of water.

As they pass the living room again they briefly stop there. Kurt finds Carole and Burt as well as Santana and Finn still awake. "When did you get here?" Kurt asks Finn.

"I was invited to Rachel's for dinner. Dude, she totally ended up hating me being there. All her dads wanted to talk about was Blaine and gay on gay crime. They practically forgot her for about an hour. I don't think she liked that very much."

Burt cannot hold back the snort. "Sorry. But maybe that's not the worst for the girl to experience once in a while."

Carole elbows him, but as he looks over she is biting back a smile as well.

"I just wanted to say I'm taking Wes upstairs with me."

Burt frowns, "I thought Blaine is asleep. Somethin' wrong, Kiddo?"

"No, no, Dad, he was fast asleep when I snuck downstairs. It's just, Wes would like to see him, and I really could ..., Wes being there, he has been there for Blaine a whole lot before we ever met and if Blaine should wake up ..., I just want to do what I can to make him feel better. And Wes being close has always ever only made him feel better. You know?"

Burt gets up handing Wes his duffle bag from its place beside the couch on the living room floor, "Here. Kurt can show you the guest room if you want to have a proper lie down."

"Thank you."

Wes's answer is almost drowned out by Santana's "Not fair, where do I sleep then?"

"The couch, Tana?" Kurt says eyebrows raised. "Wes will be here for some days, right?" Kurt looks at Wes for confirmation.

"I might be able to stay till Monday or even Tuesday.

"See, so he gets the room," Kurt turns back to Santana.

Wes smiles past Burt and Kurt at her, "I don't mind sharing the bed for one night."

"I'm gay, just so you know, no funny business will go down," Santana throws his way.

"Santana," Wes smiles at her, "One, I will probably be with Kurt for most of the time, looking out for Blaine, and two, I've known you and Brittany are a couple since we ran into each other at the mall. Remember?"

"How?" Santana asks, defensive but maybe even more so curious.

"You cannot fake or cover up the way you looked at her and the way she never stopped looking at you," Wes says walking over and giving Santana a hug.

"Okay," she only whispers back, surprised but hugging back a moment later.

"Good," Wes softly replies.

After saying goodnight to everyone they make their way upstairs.

"How bad is it really?" Wes asks before getting the door for Kurt, still holding the two glasses of water.

"He is feeling much better than yesterday, but when the painkillers wear off once in a while it still gets too much. And he just hates to be left alone, with the pain sometimes coming back that sudden, so I am so happy you are here now. So so happy."

"Anytime," Wes answers a teary-eyed Kurt before pushing down the door handle.

With the first steps into the only dimly lit room, Kurt had left on a nightlight before going downstairs, Kurt and Wes enter the quiet surrounding the boy asleep on the bed and now hogging the blanket he is lying under, drawing in the last of Kurt's body warmth still clinging to it.

Wes can hardly believe how much of a relief he feels it to be, finally getting to see Blaine again in person.