AN: Sorry this is a day late loves, but it's the week before Finals so INSAIN STUDYING!

I hope you like this chapter even though it is a bit odd and I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

Chapter 9: Yes/No

Blaine was frantic.

Kurt hadn't returned any of this texts or messages and no one had seen him since school ended.

Needless to say, Blaine's chest was constricting with fear and worry.

What if Kurt had been kidnapped? Or maybe he was beaten, his body lying in a ditch while his conscious slowly slipped away, only to be found when it was too late…

None of Kurt's other friends seemed the least bit worried, saying that it had only been a few hours and Kurt was probably just off shopping or something but they didn't get it. They didn't understand that even if Blaine had no idea where Kurt was or what he was doing (something that only happened when Kurt was planning a surprise of some sort) Kurt would at least always text him back within a few minutes and say something.

He never just ignored him, even if they were fighting and this silence from the older boy was unnerving.

Blaine had driven all over town and searched. Kurt wasn't at any of their usual date-spots, school, home, his dad's shop, a friend's house, or any of the small shops in Lima. Kurt was just simply gone.

Blaine's grip on his car steering wheel was like a vice, his heart tucked firmly in his throat. He could feel himself slowly falling into insanity with the thought of someone hurting his beautiful boyfriend and him not being able to do something about it.

A car honked behind Blaine, signaling that he had been sitting at a green light, and he wanted to turn around and scream in their face. But he knew that wouldn't solve anything, so he begrudgingly drove, not knowing where to go and feeling his brain counting down Kurt's life like a clock-he was running out of time, or so he thought.

A thought burst into his mind, a nearly forgotten memory racing to the surface.

It was the first week of summer. Kurt's car had broken down and Kurt had deduced that they needed proper tools to fix it, so naturally they called Burt.

They weren't near anything and were about twenty minutes out of Lima, next to a small forest. They hadn't been going anywhere-they wanted to be alone and had nowhere to go, so they just took a drive.

It was Kurt's idea. Blaine had been skeptical at the time, but Kurt's smile was so bright and his crystalline eyes so pleading that Blaine just couldn't say no. He was so glad he didn't.

"Hey, Blaine," Kurt called, peering into the forest with curiosity. "I think I see a house in there-maybe we could ask for shelter."

It was pouring far too much for normal June weather and they were steadily getting soaked as they stood outside the car (Kurt refused to stay inside the car and risk a rouge vehicle crashing into them and insisted they stand by the side of the road instead).

Blaine agreed, though he was nervous. It was likely the house would have homophobic owners or crazy murderers-it was in the middle of a forest in an area no one came to, after all. But it would be dry and though Blaine loved Kurt, he didn't want him to think he was a coward, so they went hastily towards the building.

Kurt knocked for what felt like forever, but was most likely only a few minutes.

After one particularly hard knock, the door flew open, but there was no one behind the door.

They peered inside the small building. It had a single large room, covered in a layer of dust and spider webs. Kurt wrinkled his nose adorably at the filth but, to Blaine's surprise, he stepped in and started walking around, looking to and fro with a slightly dreamy look in his eyes.

Blaine stayed in the doorway hesitantly, not entirely sure what to do. This was clearly an abandoned building, so what was the point of wandering around it? Couldn't they just stand in the entryway until Burt came? Why did Kurt take such an interest to this place anyway?

The taller seemed to notice that Blaine was hanging back because he grabbed his hand and tugged him into the room.

"Imagine what this place would look like all fixed up" Kurt said a little breathlessly. "It would be like a safe haven-somewhere we could go to get away from that stupid town, somewhere we could just be."

Blaine looked at him strangely, wondering what on Earth Kurt was thinking. "That sounds nice-wonderful even but… here? Really?"

"Of course! No one would ever find us here-it would be 'Somewhere Only We Know'" Kurt explained, a teasing smile on his face at the last line.

They had ended up coming back multiple times over the summer, but with all the insanity of school and the drama recently, Blaine had forgotten all about it.

No… it had been months, Kurt couldn't be…

Blaine turned onto a seldom used dirt road, driving swiftly out of the city.

XxXxX

Kurt knew it was Blaine when the door of the small cabin burst open, so he didn't even bother to open his eyes from where he was laying on the plush white coach.

The coach, as well as the matching rug, curtains, table, and lamp had come from Kurt's bedroom before he redesigned it-he had no other use for them and they worked well in the small area. They made it more livable, more like a second home for him and Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, rushing over and brushing his hand lightly against Kurt's cheek, as though he wasn't sure if Kurt was really there or not.

"Blaine" Kurt returned, opening his eyes to stare up into his lovers honey orbs. He frowned when he saw Blaine's ruffled state; sporadic curls leaking out of the gel like it'd been tugged on, eyes slightly red like he'd either cried or was very close to it, clothes wrinkled, and long eyelashes fluttering. It was beautifully tragic, and Kurt sat up, tugging on Blaine's hand to pull him down between his legs, then curling his arms around Blaine's waist and settling his chin on Blaine's shoulder. "What happened?"

It was like some spell had been broken. Blaine tensed, moving forwards as much as Kurt would allow him with his arms still snug around the shorter boy. His back was no longer against Kurt's chest and the older male's chin was no longer on his shoulder.

Kurt had no clue what had caused such a cold reaction considering usually when Blaine was having a hard time with something he fell further back into Kurt's embrace, not away from it.

Kurt's heart sank to his feet and he bit his lip nervously. Something drastic must have happened. "Did someone hurt you?" he asked gently, trying to subtly look Blaine over for physical injuries.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked, ignoring Kurt's question completely.

"Thinking about how I didn't get into NYADA" Kurt explained easily, proud when his voice only sounded slightly bitter and envious. "Rachel was trolling the forums and apparently people are getting acceptance letters all ready, meaning we most likely won't be receiving them."

Blaine said nothing for a long while, just stared straight ahead, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Kurt knew this was never a good thing and attempted to pull his boyfriend back against his chest so he knew how perfect and loved he was, but Blaine wouldn't budge.

"Why?" was all Blaine said.

"'Why' what, baby?" Kurt wondered, mentally running through all possible things Blaine could say. If anyone had hurt his Blaine, they were going to wish they were never born.

"Why did you come here Kurt?" Blaine elaborated, his voice dangerously quiet.

The countertenor furred his brow in confusion. "Because it's my safe place and I needed some time to think things through." Surly Blaine knew that? They had spent enough time here over the summer, after all.

Blaine maneuvered himself fully out of Kurt's arms now and stood so he was towering over Kurt. If Kurt didn't trust the smaller boy with his mind, body, and soul he may have been frightened. But Kurt did trust him, so the stance just made Kurt concerned.

"Why did you come here instead of to me?"

Kurt blinked at him confusedly. "'Cause it's not like I didn't expect it-besides, Rachel and I threw ourselves a pity party that involved cheese cake and encouraging speeches. The only reason I'm even here is because I needed to let it all sink in-which it did. So, I'm fine and I didn't want to call you up to comfort me when I'm perfectly fine and don't need it."

Blaine's look became one of udder betrayal and even though Kurt didn't think he did anything wrong, he felt his stomach twisting guiltily.

"I come to you when I'm even a little stressed-I come to you for everything. Why does it seem like you only want me to help when you're in tears?"

Kurt could feel anger steadily rising in his chest, and that terrified him because he was never mad at Blaine. Mad at other people and snapped at Blaine because of it, maybe, but the dark haired boy was never the actual cause of the anger.

Kurt took a deep breath and thought about his words before he said something they would both regret. "Blaine," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this, but I really didn't need your help. I applied to other colleges, and sure I might not get into my number one, but that doesn't mean all hope is lost. Rachel and I took care of any negative feelings ourselves-do you know how we did that Blaine?

"We said 'well, we didn't make it to NYADA, but we both have wonderful men we're in love with who will stay with us no matter what. We have amazing, supporting boyfriends so it doesn't matter what college we go to as long as they're in our future.'"

Blaine sighed softly and Kurt wasn't sure if there were tears in the younger male's eyes or if it was just the lighting.

Either way Blaine settled himself back between Kurt's legs and twisted to bury his face against the side of Kurt's neck. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and sighed happily, allowing Blaine's warmth to soak him and wash away bad thoughts with his comfortable weight against Kurt's chest.

"I love you" Kurt whispered in his ear, moving to play with the loose curls on Blaine's head. It calmed both of them significantly.

"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine replied, his breath pleasantly tickling Kurt's neck. "And I'm sorry for getting so worked up-with all the talk of weddings going on I just kept imagining marrying you," Blaine confessed.

"And then after our final number you were just nowhere and I panicked and I haven't seen you all week outside of Glee club and I went a little crazy."

Kurt felt his breath hitched and he tightened his arms around the shorter boy. "You pictured marrying me?" Kurt asked, amazed. Sure, they had talked about their future in New York and living together, but marriage itself had somehow never come into the conversation. He knew he and Blaine would get married someday, but it seemed… different somehow, more real when it was said allowed.

"Yes" Kurt could feel Blaine smiling against his neck. "I know there was never a proper proposal, but Kurt Hummel you're the only person I've ever loved, and I would be an idiot not to claim you as my husband. …Well, if you don't fall in love with someone else when you move and forge-"

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt cut him off. "I love you. I don't think I can ever feel this way about anyone else, and I would be a fool not to see that and make you my husband."

There was silence as they both absorbed the words, both picturing, hoping to share the rest of their lives.

"When did we become so cheesey?" Blaine asked playfully, moving to settle his head more firmly under Kurt's chin so almost all his weight was on Kurt's chest. Kurt couldn't help but note that he fit their like a puzzle piece.

"When you grabbed my hand on a staircase, said 'I know a shortcut' with your adorable dapperness and dragged me down a hallway-I swear it was like something right out of a chick-flick." Kurt countered, causing both of them to laugh.

"So you're saying when we met we became sappy enough for preteen girls everywhere to coo over us?"

"Nope," Kurt replied. "That didn't happen until a few minutes later when I realized I was in love with you."

Blaine smiled and Kurt felt his heart speed up. "And to this day girls everywhere are fawning over everything we do."

Kurt laughed.