A/N: So, I think that I want to post this story on Tuesdays but I'm going on vacation so I won't be able to post again (no internet) until the first Tuesday in July. But I have two veeerrry long plane rides so I'll be able to write! I'm thinking one or two more chapters, but we'll see. Kurt isn't actually in this one but he comes back, I promise. I'm not writing character death, sorry.

I FORGOT TO PUT A DISCLAIMER LAST CHAPTER!

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…hey, where's Kurt?"

"Well, Blaine's here, so that means that him and Kurt aren't doing the dirty in the janitor's closet," Puckerman stated with a smirk on his face. Rachel smacked him giving a confused Mr. Schue an apologetic look.

"Wanky," Santana said, winking at Noah.

"But where is he?" Tina piped up.

All eyes were back on Blaine. It was a moment before he mumbled something that sounded like, "I don't know."

"Well I do!" Mercedes stated, walking through the door, waving her cell in triumph.

"Where is he?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Well, I don't know exactly where, but I do know that Mr. Hummel will not be joining us for glee today," Mercedes said, sitting in one of the chairs in the choir room.

"What does that mean?" Finn asked. He was confused partly because he was Finn and always slightly confused, and partly because he was concerned brother.

Mercedes sighed. She took a moment before speaking, trying to think of the best way to tell her glee mates. "Kurt is upset." A few of the members gave her a 'well, duh' look while some of the others who didn't know him as well nodded. "He is a very emotional person so when something really upsets him, he feels a need to, well, take a time out." A few of the glee kids shot her a confused look, so she continued. "When his life and emotions become too much for him to handle, he feels a need to take a break. To leave his life behind for a while until he feels that he is capable of handling the situation at hand."

"What does that mean?" Finn repeated, still not quite understanding.

"He leaves." Mercedes stated bluntly. With Finn still looking very confused, she explained some more. "He drives, usually to an ocean. He just gets in his car texts his dad something like, 'Going for a drive, be back later,' and leaves."

"Isn't that kind of dangerous, driving in that state?" Mr. Schue asked, concerned.

"For most people, yes. But not for Kurt; I've been in the car with him in this state, and the only thing off is that he is completely inside his own head, he talks to no one." Blaine looked up, knowing that Kurt's head was not a pretty place to be right now. "Don't worry hobbit. He just needs this time to sort through whatever made him upset. He's gone though his thoughts with me before." This time Mercedes addressed the whole club, "He analyses everything. Why this person said this or that and what he said and how that affected the other person and if there was any way for him to have prevented the fight and why the argument happened in the first place. Things like that. It's a pretty complex process."

"You said he usually goes to an ocean." Mr. Schue stated, asking for clarification.

"Yeah, his dad took him to Florida right after his mom died. He's been kind of attached to the ocean ever since," Mercedes confirmed. Blaine furrowed his brows, staring intently at the floor. Why didn't he know these things?

"So he's driving to Florida?" Mr. Schue asked, still trying to comprehend what was going on with his countertenor.

"No, he only goes there when he's upset over something involving his mom. He takes a trip there every summer the week after the anniversary of her death."

"So where's he going now?"

"Well, I don't think anyone really knows, even Kurt at this point, but I've been talking to his dad, and our best bet is California right now," At that, Noah almost choked on the coffee he was drinking and Finn almost fell out of his chair.

It was Rachel who spoke up this time, "That's a really long drive."

"Not as long as some of the others he's made," Mercedes added with a smirk.

"Oh my god!" Someone exclaimed from the back of the room.

"He has a kind of system, one ocean, or section of ocean for each person. Like whenever Rachel upsets him enough to make him do this, he drive to New York and back. Makes sense right? After his dad woke up after his heart attack, Kurt drove to Mexico and back, same with sophomore year when he gave up the Defying Gravity solo to you, Rachel. He drove to the Great Lakes when Finn called him the f-word-," Finn blushed at the mention of the time when he said that to his step brother "-but the longest trip he ever made was right before he came out, he drove to Alaska and back," Someone, most likely Puck, whistled. "He'll be back Wednesday probably."

"That's my dolphin!" Brittany exclaimed; everybody ignored her. There was a small silence as everybody else did mental calculations of the driving time. Artie was done first.

"But it's like a 78 hour drive there and back. He's the only one in the car so he'll have to stop more, it's going to take, like, at least a week for him to drive that."

Mercedes sighed, tired of explaining everything to her glee mates, "Kurt driving in this state is godlike. He told me once that his record was around 54 hours, with gas and bathroom breaks, of course. He doesn't need sleep, it's kind of insane; as long as he has coffee, a car, a road, and a problem, and he's great! No sleep, no food…it's crazy! He'll be back Wednesday, after school."

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Blaine couldn't sleep. It was Sunday night and he had school the next day but he hadn't slept more than two hours since his fight with Kurt. He had started to hate himself for what he did and he was beside himself with worry for his little angel out there driving across the country in the dead of night. He knew that Mercedes said that Kurt was 'godlike,' Blaine wasn't going to argue that point, but Blaine still worried for Kurt's safety.

There was only one person who would understand completely, other than Kurt.

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Burt Hummel opened the door slowly, it was around 1:30 a.m. and he was not happy about being woken up. But when he saw who was on the other side of the door, he completely understood.

Blaine stood there, looking awful. "Son, how much have you slept in the last few days?"

"I haven't slept much, sir." Burt gave Blaine a sideways glance, one that was full of pity.

"Come on in," Burt moved aside to let Blaine in. Blaine ducked his head and made his way through the entryway. "Wanna talk about it over a cup of hot chocolate?" Blaine shot Burt a grateful look and sheepishly nodded.

Blaine sat at the kitchen table and stared at his hands while Burt made the chocolate. There was silence as Burt sat down, two mugs in hand and gave one to Blaine.

Blaine looked up and muttered a quiet, "Thank you."

Burt gave Blaine a small smile and asked Blaine, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, but I suppose I owe you an explanation after waking you up at 2 a.m."

"You don't owe me anything."

Blaine closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I messed up."

"I'm sure you two can figure it out."

"Only if he can bear to ever speak to me again."

"He loves you so much; he needs to speak to you like he needs to breathe."

"I don't know." Burt just gave him a concerned look. Blaine sighed deeply before elaborating, "I might have blown it."

"I know that this is your guys' personal business and I don't want to snoop but, I give better advice usually when I know what's going on."

"I said and did a couple things that I'm regretting, and when Kurt confronted me about it, he told me that he thought I was ashamed. And then I…uh…" Burt gave Blaine an encouraging nod and told him to breathe. "ImadefunofKurt'svoice," Blaine admitted in one breath.

Blaine was expecting to be chewed out, but instead was surprised when Burt only nodded. "Been there, it really makes you feel bad, doesn't it?"

"W-wait," Blaine stuttered. "Y-you've made fun of Kurt's voice before?"

"Yeah, probably not in the same way you did but, yes."

"Oh." Then it hit Blaine; why Kurt was so upset about it. Because everyone that Kurt has ever known, has made fun of his voice.

"Do your parents know that you're here?"

"They are out of town on business."

"Blaine, do you want to stay here tonight?"

"Sir, I could never ask that of you, I don't even know why I'm here…" Blaine trailed off, looking embarrassed, and he stood up to leave.

"You're here because this place reminds you of Kurt," Blaine looked at the floor. "And because you're looking for someone who understands."

Blaine looked up smiling sadly at Burt, tears streaming down his face. Burt stood up too and walked over to give the boy a hug. "I'll get you a pillow and blankets; you can crash on the couch."

"Thank you, sir."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I don't want to beg for reviews but every time I get the e-mail telling me that I have a review, it makes me happier! Kurt will be back in the next chapter, I promise.