This started out as a note on my iPhone, turned into a completely different story, and then developed into something much longer and very different from what I expected… but that's the beauty of writing, isn't it?

(P.S. the Finn/Cory chapter will be posted tomorrow, after I've watched the episode, for personal reasons.)

Title from the lovely song of the same name by Owl city.

Vanilla Twilight

"The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake, and miss you, pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere…" Kurt sang slowly into Bruce's cushiony chest, sniffling. The scent of Blaine's cologne was too strong around him- Blaine never puts on as much cologne as Kurt mindlessly sprayed onto Bruce's poor shirt, longing to smell Blaine again.

"'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me," he whimpered. "I'd send a postcard to you, dear, 'cause I wish you were here."

His phone buzzed.

From: Fiancé

Hey, honey. Are you sleeping yet?

Kurt couldn't help grinning as tears welled up in his eyes.

To: Fiancé

No. Miss you :(

He didn't have to wait half a minute before Blaine called.

"Miss you, too," said Blaine in lieu of hello.

"Mm."

"Do you have Bruce with you? Did you use my cologne?" he asked gently.

Kurt rubbed his nose on Bruce's shirt, probably smearing some snot on it, but whatever. He was ugly and alone and sad anyway. "Yeah."

"Tell him I say he better treat you nicely."

Kurt, thinking it'll make him smile if he actually said it, looked at Bruce's shirt and said, "Bruce, Blaine says you better treat me nicely" but his voice broke in the middle and more tears blurred his eyesight.

Bruce didn't reply, of course, being a pillow and all.

"Oh, baby, I know you miss me. I miss you just as much. But graduation isn't that far away and after that we'll be living together and we won't ever have to be apart again."

"But we're apart now," Kurt whined. "And I want to be with you right now."

"I wish I could be there with you. In three weeks I will be."

"Three weeks is too long!" Kurt cried, knowing Santana won't shout back telling him to shut up, because she understands. He wanted Blaine's warm hand on his cheek, calming him and wiping his tears away. He wanted Blaine's soft, compact body pressed against his, soothing.

"Three weeks is too long," Blaine agreed, sighing. "What can I do to make them pass quicker?"

"Drop out of school and get on a plane."

Blaine laughed softly. Kurt pouted. "Do you want me to sing to you until you fall asleep?"

"Yes.

"Vanilla Twilight?" he asked, suspiciously sounding like he was smiling.

"You're a mind-reader and I hate you. Yes."

So Blaine sang; he sang seriously, melancholically, deeply, as Kurt soaked Bruce's shirt with tears. He hugged him tightly, trying to imagine Blaine's muscled chest under his arms instead, and then tried not to, because that only made him cry more, and it was getting hard to hear Blaine's soft voice over his own sobs.

When Blaine ended the song, humming the last tunes into the phone, Kurt wiped his cheeks.

"B?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't hate you. I love you. A lot," he started sobbing again, his body shaking.

"I love you too, baby."

Kurt sniffed, clenching the phone tighter.

"Kurt?"

He looked up, and on the edge of the curtain stood both Rachel and Santana. Dani must've gone home earlier. For a second, he wanted to be rude and tell them to fuck off, but he couldn't. Their faces offered comfort and he noticed a pillow in Rachel's hands and a blanket in Santana's. "Just a moment, B," he muttered into the phone. "Yeah?"

"We know you're sad," Rachel began.

"And we both understand how hard it is to be in a long distance relationship again," Santana smiled a little smile.

"And we wanted to make you feel a little bit better, maybe?"

"Yeah. So we decided there's no better occasion for a slumber party."

Kurt shut his eyes when he started tearing up again, and nodded. "I love you, ladies."

Their faces brightened, and they quickly jumped onto the bed, moving Bruce away- not unkindly, there just wasn't enough space- and arranging the pillows and blankets.

"Goodnight, baby. Sleep well," Blaine whispered into his ear.

He smiled, still crying a little, and whispered back. "Love you, fiancé."

"Love you, too, fiancé." he made a silly, exaggerated kissing sound, and they hung up.

Rachel took the phone from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, and pulled Kurt into a warm embrace. Santana pressed her torso against his back and rubbed his arm soothingly.

Everything smelled of strawberry shower-gel and Santana's shampoo and Rachel's deodorant, and everything was soft and gentle and tender and Kurt knew he was loved, and he could survive three weeks, right? He had Santana and Rachel- and Dani, too, all of them by his side. And he had texts and Skype and phonecalls whenever he needed Blaine, because Blaine promised he'd always answer, and soon they'll be together again, and the loft will be a little crowded- but there's nothing better than a home filled to the brim with loved ones, is there?

Also oh my god, I didn't thank all of you lovely, amazing, precious people who sent get-well wishes?! I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you all so much. I love you dearly, I hope you know that. You're incredible. Mwah!

(Still waiting on that heart icon, . You better fix this soon, I need to show people my love)