AN: So a little future Klaine. A little sad but not hopeless. It was inspired by lyrics from "Home" by Daughtry

I couldn't believe I had lost track of time. I had only intended to be at the library for an hour and then beat Kurt home and make dinner for him. I thought he would enjoy not making dinner after his first final before graduation and two auditions he had gone to today. After dinner I was going to finally propose, seeing as I had been carrying the engagement ring around for the last two weeks.

As the elevator rose, I knew that plan was shot. Not only had Kurt probably cooked dinner but he had probably already eaten himself.

Reaching the apartment, I put the key in the lock and then slipped through the door. Shutting the door I froze at the sight that greeted me. A disheveled looking Kurt was lying asleep on the couch, puffy red eyes and tear stains telling me that he had probably cried himself to sleep.

I dropped my bag on the floor, and walked over to the couch. Kneeling between the couch and the coffee table I reached out and ran my hands through Kurt's hair.

"Kurt, wake up," I said softly.

Kurt's eyes fluttered briefly and then opened quickly. He then sat up quickly causing me to jump slightly.

"Oh my God. You so weren't suppose to see me this way," Kurt said trying to futilely fix his hair with his fingers.

"Kurt, we live together. You don't need to worry about how you look in front of me," I said, moving to sit beside him. "Looks like you had a rough day though."

He surprised me by starting to cry again. Before I could ask what was wrong Kurt started to pour out a string of disasters that had happen today ending with being so distracted that he burned dinner. "The kitchen is a mess and I've still got other finals to study for."

I slipped an arm around his shoulders. "It's going to be okay, Kurt. I'm sure you passed the final and so what if the auditions didn't go well - you have others scheduled. I'll order us some Chinese food for dinner and while you go shower and change into something comfortable I will clean up the kitchen."

"I made the mess, I should . . ."

"No, the only thing you're doing the rest of the night is relaxing. Now go," I said, pointing to our bedroom.

Shooting me a thankful smile, Kurt got to his feet and headed for the bedroom. Standing up, I headed for the kitchen to see what awaited me. Walking I pulled out the ring, flipping the box open. Staring at it, I knew tonight was not the night and perhaps this wasn't something I should do after all. The memory of Kurt's tear-stained face reminded me of all the times I had let him down over the years. Maybe I wasn't good enough for him.

Snapping the box shut, I put it back in my pocket and got my first look at the kitchen.