It was a typical Tuesday night. Blaine was sitting at his desk, attempting to concentrate on the math problems he'd been set for homework, but thoughts of his boyfriend kept distracting him.
I wish I could hear Kurt's voice right now, he thought.
Just at that moment, his phone rang. As the strains of Lady GaGa's 'Born This Way,' Kurt's signature ringtone, faded away, Blaine picked up, already anticipating the lively discussion that was sure to follow.
"Hi," he said, and damn if he didn't sound out of breath. But that was the affect Kurt had on him.
"My dad's running for Congress," Kurt said without preamble.
Well, that was unexpected, Blaine thought to himself. All he said, instead, was, "Wow, that's amazing. How do you feel?"
On the other end of the line, Blaine could hear Kurt give a watery laugh. "You know me too well, Blaine Warbler," he whispered through the tears Blaine could almost picture running down his porcelain cheeks. Blaine waited patiently for Kurt to regain his composure. With a final sniff, Kurt spoke again, "After Dad got the money for Glee club's musical, he and Coach Sylvester had a show-down in the hallway. It was then that he decided to run. He says he wants to save the arts because the arts are what saved me."
Blaine gasped at hearing this. "Oh, Kurt …" he murmured softly.
"I'm scared, Blaine," he blurted out. "I'm scared for my dad. It was only last year that he had a heart attack and nearly died! He still could! Sue is fierce – she'll stop at nothing until she wins. And … I'm scared that the stress is going to kill my dad."
"Kurt, honey, breathe," Blaine advised soothingly at the sound of his boyfriend practically hyperventilating over the phone. As Kurt calmed down, Blaine spoke gently, but firmly. "Kurt, your dad is a fighter. That's why he's doing this. He's going to fight for you, and he's going to fight for what you love. And no Coach Sylvester is going to stop him, despite whatever obstacles may crop up. Your dad loves you, Kurt, and that surely outweighs any risks to his health. He loves you, Kurt."
There was silence on the other end as Kurt absorbed Blaine's words, taking them to heart. "Thank you," he whispered at last. "I was right to call. You always seem to know exactly what to say to make me feel better."
"I'm here for you, Kurt – always," Blaine declared. "And no matter what time of the day or night it is, if you need somebody, I want you to call me. Okay?"
"I will, I promise," said Kurt. "I should probably let you go now, though."
"Alright," Blaine sighed heavily. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah, loads, thanks to you."
"Anytime, Kurt, anytime," said Blaine, smiling warmly. "I love you."
"I love you too, Blaine," said Kurt. "Good night."
"Good night," he whispered, before hanging up.
Setting the phone down, Blaine turned back to his homework, determined to finish as soon as possible so that he could get to bed at a decent hour. He had a long drive ahead of him in the morning, but it was all worth it, as long as he had Kurt waiting for him at the end. And that was why Burt Hummel was doing what he was doing – because the end result would always be worth it where Kurt was concerned.