Hello loves! This chapter is short, but it is Sunday-Thursday of Kurt. Sorry it's so short! Also, tune into the Darren Fans Charity Rockout and DONATE! PS: This weekend I'm going to NYC and I'll be taking pictures of Ellen's Diner, so those of you who don't know what it looks like can have a visual. Enjoy. :)

Chapter 26

Kurt turned after he blew Blaine a kiss and hastened his pace, dodging slow people, children, and luggage. He attracted some attention, but he had to get out of the airport. When he finally got outside, he leaned against one of the columns and waited to see Blaine's plane take off. He knew it would take quite awhile, but he knew the plane number.

He blinked back a few tears, feeling like an idiot. He was a grown man, and shouldn't feel this put out about not seeing Blaine for a week. Nearly forty-five minutes later, he was the plane take off down the runway. Not being able to stop himself, he started waving at the plane, hoping that Blaine would see him, but knowing that he wouldn't. Kurt watched until he couldn't see the plane anymore, and then he let more tears fall.

If only he could have gone with.

Kurt walked slowly to his car, still glancing in the general direction of the plane, hoping that Blaine convinced the pilots to turn around.

He didn't.

He sighed and started the car, not looking forward to going back to the lonely apartment. It was going to be a long week without Blaine.

He spent the entire day watching movies on Lifetime and eating whipped cream. Who cared about calories? Abu kept him company, but even Abu kept walking around the apartment, whimpering when he couldn't seem to find Blaine anywhere.

"Daddy B isn't here, Abu. It's just us for a week," Kurt debated giving Abu some whipped cream just so someone else could wallow in sorrow with him, but that just added to the pain because he realized that was something Blaine would do.

Two cans of whipped cream and four movies starring Brad Paisley's wife later, Kurt's phone lit up with Blaine's name and his heart immediately leapt, "Blaine! How's LA?"

They talked for awhile, and Kurt continually had to clear his throat to hide how much he already missed Blaine from him. "At least now you'll have a week to change your mind about getting married. Maybe you'll meet a cute little California boy out there and forget about me?" Kurt only somewhat half-heartedly joked.

Blaine refuted the comment, but Kurt was still worried. Weren't boys in California supposed to be muscular, tan, and blonde? Even though that wasn't Blaine's type – Kurt still worried.

Kurt insisted that Blaine have a little fun though, because during his sappy movie marathon, he had mapped out the next few months, and he was not going to have fun with all of the wedding planning.

If Blaine didn't leave him for a little California boy.

Blaine soon hung up, but Kurt stayed for awake and waited for Blaine to call him back.

But he didn't.

Kurt picked up his phone after awhile and hit Blaine's name. After kindly reminding Blaine to hang his clothes up, Kurt sat and looked around the room. There was literally nothing to do.

Kurt walked back to his room and glanced at the clothes all over the floor – Blaine's clothes that Kurt had repacked. Looking through the mess, Kurt found a pair of Blaine's sweatpants and a Dalton t-shirt. He slipped them on, inhaling the scent that was purely Blaine.

"Abu!" Kurt yelled, hearing the dog scurry out from some random room down the hallway, "Get in the bed, you're sleeping with me, I need something there at least."

The dog looked at Kurt as he climbed into Blaine's side of the bed, cuddling with Blaine's pillow. He hit the bed, "Abu, up!"

The dog jumped on the bed, circling a few times before laying down. Kurt pulled Abu towards him, petting his curls. A wave of emotion hit Kurt, and he pulled out his phone to text Blaine, but Blaine was already asleep, so he didn't answer.

As Kurt laid there during the night, tossing and turning from the thoughts running through his head, he realized something very important – Blaine's sleeping clothes were really comfortable. He mentally claimed them for the rest of time.

Around 2AM, Kurt eventually fell into a restless sleep.

Monday

Kurt woke up Monday morning with a pool of drool on his stomach from Abu, and it put him in a bad mood.

Kurt spends the morning running errands for Hayden, including going to Brooklyn and buying beads for another project. She was finally back at work, but seemed to be in a bad mood.

Kurt walked into the store and saw Hayden hovering over her desk. "What's that?"

Hayden looked up and glared, "What is it? You tell me?"

Kurt walked closer and saw that she was looking at his sketches from the week before. "Oh, those are um, just some drawings I did when you were out. I was bored, and yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me you could design like that?"

"I didn't think you'd care," Kurt set down the beads and wrinkled his nose, "Why were you going through the trash?"

"Because that's what I'm supposed to do. Also, there's a mouse." Hayden moved the trashcan, "So please don't throw food in the trashcan."

Kurt quickly sat on the stool, pulling his feet up to the bar, "Great."

"But seriously, Kurt, you're talented. Why didn't you tell me you could do this stuff? I would have had you designing."

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Kurt, you've been dressing mannequins and cleaning the floors when you are this talented? That's not fair." Hayden handed Kurt a notebook, "Keep drawing things. We need to start working on the summer collection, so draw swimming suits and dresses."

Kurt held out a shaking hand, "You will make my designs?"

Hayden raised an eyebrow, "If they are any good. The store doesn't need anything cleaned right now, and unless you want to kill the mouse, there's nothing else to do."

Around noon, Kurt found a Chipotle to get himself and Hayden food. While standing in line, Blaine called and as soon as Kurt answered Blaine bellowed, "Good morning!"

Kurt felt himself smirk at Blaine, but he wasn't going to correct him, "Good morning!"

"Help me. I don't know how to wear any of this!" Kurt could even hear Blaine's breathing.

"I packed everything in outfits, Blaine…" Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes, Blaine was too much.

Kurt quickly fixed Blaine's outfit situation, trying to avoid picturing Blaine standing somewhere random without any clothes on.

Kurt wanted to tell Blaine his news about work, but decided not to get ahead of himself, after all, things haven't been working out for him lately.

"I love you too, Blaine," Kurt all but whimpered, trying to avoid people walking in the opposite direction.

When Kurt hung up the phone, he blinked a few tears away, making sure to compose his eyes before Hayden suspected something.

"Finally! Food! I'm so hungry," Hayden hopped down from her stool, "When Blaine gets back, can you please tell him he's coming in to get the mouse?"

"I can tell him, but I doubt he's going to. He freaks out more than I do about that type of thing." Kurt handed her the taco salad.

They ate in silence for awhile, and spent the rest of the day sketching. Kurt finally felt like he had something to look forward to at work.

That night, Blaine called Kurt and just vented about his first interview, with a yuppie girl named Violet.

"That sounds like a really, really bad drag queen name," Kurt joked, leaning back against the sofa.

"Right?" Blaine's laugh warmed Kurt to the core and even though it helped, Kurt knew he would feel empty once they hung up.

"I miss you," Kurt whispered, not sure whether or not he wanted Blaine to hear.

"I miss you too, baby." Blaine groaned into the phone, and Kurt knew he was laying down. "I'll be home soon."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

Tuesday

Kurt woke up Tuesday with random text messages from all hours during the night. Blaine apparently decided that he couldn't pick someone over anyone else.

Kurt quickly texted Blaine words of reassurance, knowing that he won't get it for a few hours hopefully.

Tuesday passes in much the same way, Kurt sketched, drew, and colored all day. Hayden had nothing but kind words for his drawings.

Tuesday night, disaster struck.

Kurt sat on the couch eating another can of whipped cream when he realized that his hand was seemingly lighter.

His ring was gone.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Kurt stood and wrung his hands. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Kurt ran throughout the apartment, checking soap dishes, shelves, and even in the pockets of pants he hadn't worn in months.

Kurt quickly dialed Hayden's number, but she didn't answer.

With shaking hands he opened a text from Blaine, but decided to ignore it. Kurt knew that everything he said would cause Blaine to know something was wrong.

Kurt dialed the only other number he could think of, "What up though Snow White?" Santana said.

"Santana, I lost my ring."

"What ring?"

"My engagement ring to Blaine!" Kurt was near tears.

"Oh. Shit. Um. Well, what did he say about it?" Santana leaned back on her couch, putting a lid on her Ben and Jerry's.

"He doesn't know! He's in LA, remember?" Kurt was now looking in umbrellas, shoes, and even the cream cheese.

"Oh. Well, tell him."

"I can't! He'll freak out! He will think I'm irresponsible and I've been trying so hard to be perfect so he doesn't change his mind about marrying me."

Santana cackled through the phone, "Kurt, he's not going to change his mind."

"Okay, well, I still think this is something I need to tell him in person. But he'll be able to tell through my text messages." Kurt put his head against the refrigerator.

"Just…don't say too much." Santana tried, rubbing her temples. She had enough relationship issues to deal with without the fairytale couple's issues.

"Okay, okay." Kurt was hyper-aware of his missing ring at this point. His skin actually burned. He decided that for the time being, not texting Blaine back was the best idea.

Wednesday

Kurt woke up Wednesday early, and immediately felt for his ring, hoping everything had been a terrible dream.

It wasn't.

Kurt was so frustrated that he forgot his sketchbook, his phone, and wore two different shoes that day.

"Why is everything going wrong?" Kurt grumbled, dressing a mannequin as Hayden sketched.

"Because you're too uptight," Hayden sipped at her orange juice, quickly standing and going to the beads, making a bracelet.

Kurt attempted to put a shirt on the mannequin, and ripped her arm off, "Oh my god. I killed her!"

Hayden grabbed Kurt's arm, "Are you sure you don't want to go get your phone? Blaine probably wants to talk to you. He's probably freaking out."

"No, he's probably too busy flirting with some California boy." Kurt's attitude wasn't getting better, but he knew that they needed the money, so he stayed working.

When Kurt finally got home, his phone was dead. "Oh freaking course it's dead." He threw it on his bed, not even bothering to find his charger.

When making dinner, Kurt burned his chicken, and ended up eating asparagus for dinner.

When Kurt finally decided to charge his phone, he couldn't find his charger. "Is there a dark vortex where everything in this damn apartment goes?"

Kurt finally found his charger underneath the sofa in the living room, but when he grabbed it, he realized there were bite marks all over it, and it didn't work.

"Abu!" Kurt stood and attempted to push the wires back into the wire, only causing more damage.

That night Kurt made Abu sleep in the guest room, and he sulked in the bedroom.

Thursday

"You know he's freaking out, right?" Hayden mentioned as Kurt started draping fabric for his first official design.

"I do," Kurt sighed, "But he's going to be so disappointed in me, Hayden. I don't want him to know I lost the ring."

"Do you think not talking to him for three days is going to help?"

"I'm hoping," Kurt reasoned, "that he will miss me so much with no contact, that he won't care that I have a naked finger."

"Where do you think you lost it?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. It could be anywhere in the city." Kurt had pins in his mouth, and he hoped that would cause Hayden to stop talking about everything.

"You're being an idiot."

"I know," Kurt felt stupid, but he still held out hope that he'd find the ring.

"You could always make posters and hang them up? You know, like people do when they lose their dogs?" Hayden watched as Kurt tried to match beads to the purple of the fabric. "I told him you'd call him."

"I'll call him tomorrow," Kurt relented.

Hayden stood, "Okay, fine. Look, if you're going to be a butt about everything, you're leaving for the day. You're bad attitude is ruining my mood. Plus, you're puckering that fabric."

Kurt stood and wiped off his knees. "Fine."

"But do me a favor? Here is a bunch of clothes from my apartment, can you drop it off at the YMCA?"

Kurt felt his eyes widen, the YMCA was terrifying. It was full of homeless people that always yelled horrible things at him when he walked by. But Kurt grabbed the bag and peered inside, "Why do you have Santana's clothes in here?"

"Because she's not coming and getting them from my apartment," it was Hayden's turn to be snippy.

Kurt hauled the bag over his shoulder and carried it the twenty blocks to the YMCA. He hated the place, but realized the importance of helping the people, and they needed somewhat stylish clothes. Kurt walked into the main area of the building, "Hi! I have some clothes to donate?"

The woman behind the desk looked at him, "Hopefully it isn't yours."

Kurt was taken aback, "Shouldn't they be thankful for any clothes?"

"You have to take it into the main living area, do you want a guard to go with you?"

Kurt had enough of the woman, "No. I can do it myself. Thank you."

Kurt decided that everything was just going to suck for him while Blaine was away, apparently Blaine was his lucky charm.

But when Kurt walked into the living area, he found someone else was having a bad time.

A bearded Bryce sat on the broken, stained armchair, when he saw Kurt, he tried to hide his face, but it was too late.

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