AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Cradle" by Atomic Kitten

My history book laid open on my desk but I had absolutely no interest in it, nor the English and Math assignments that I had to do. I just couldn't concentrate on school work tonight. Standing up, I took the few steps necessary to reach my bed and flopped down on top of the blankets. Reaching out, my hand blindly found the dog from Six Flags that Kurt had given me. Cuddling the little stuffed animal close, I stared up at the ceiling.

Kurt should be in New York by now and although I had told him to go, I missed him already. It was like a part of myself was missing. What I had told him was the truth though - seeing him so unhappy these last few months, despite the brave face he tried to hide behind, had been killing me. As much as I wanted Kurt here with me even more than that I wanted him happy. Lima couldn't do that anymore just like Dalton hadn't been able to make him happy.

Still, I was going to miss him holding his hand or holding him close when we were able to find a few moments of privacy. I was going to miss our good-bye kisses. No more would his smile brighten my mornings.

I let out a long sigh. It was going to be a long year.

My cell phone rang and blindly I reached out for it. Fully expecting it to be Artie or one of the other Glee Club members I said hello, only to be surprised by the voice on the other end.

"Well that wasn't a very enthusiastic hello. Have you moved past me already?" Kurt asked, his voice joking but I knew him well enough to hear that slight bit of panic in his voice.

"Of course not," I told him, quickly. "I didn't look to see who was calling. I was actually lying here in bed thinking about how much I miss you already."

"I miss you too," Kurt replied. "Seeing Rachel is nice but hugging her just isn't the same as being held in your arms."

"Are you trying to make me cry?"

"Why not? I've sure shed enough tears today."

"Things are going to be okay. We'll get through this," I assured him, trying to comfort myself as well.

"You have time to talk, don't you?"

I glanced at my school books on the desk. They were nowhere near as important to me as Kurt. "All the time in the world," I assured him.