A/N: So our tinychat/writing session went pointlessly, we got nothing done. So we're going to try again tonight and see what happens. We might be tinychatting for some of it, we'll post a link when we go on. This was one that Claire managed to pull out, but it's Teenage Klaine so yay!

Rating: G/K

Kurt hurried through the hallways of McKinley, glaring out the windows at the storm clouds. If he hurried, he'd get home before it hit.

Blaine came out of his last class a few minutes later, slowly making his way to the car park. He was supposed to go over to Kurt's for a 'study session' – both Burt and Carole were at work, and Finn had football practice – and if he knew Kurt, he'd be waiting for him next to his car.

He paused near the car park, frowning in confusion. Kurt's Navigator was nowhere to be seen... Blaine shrugged, throwing his bag onto the passenger seat of his car. He probably just wanted to beat the storm, probably left a window open or something, Blaine thought, starting the car.

^.^

It was just starting to rain when Blaine pulled into Kurt's driveway. He grabbed his bag, hurrying from his car to the front door. When Kurt didn't answer his knock, he let himself in, stepping gingerly over the door step.

"Kurt?" he called. When no response came, Blaine started to make his way to Kurt's room, more than slightly worried.

Seeing the lump under the covers that was his boyfriend, Blaine sighed in relief – but now he was even more confused.

"Kurt?" he asked, reaching out to touch what he thought was Kurt's back. "Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt jerked away from the touch, curling even further into himself. The movement tugged the blanket down enough that Blaine could see his face – Kurt had his eyes squeezed tight shut, his Ipod blaring into his ears. He grabbed for the edge of the blanket, pulling it back up over his head.

Blaine stared at him for a few seconds. Kurt was acting like... acting like he was scared.

He jumped when the phone rang, biting his lip and glancing at Kurt before rushing to answer it.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Burt demanded as Blaine picked up the phone.

"..it's Blaine." Blaine replied softly. "Kurt's... Kurt's hiding in his room."

"Blaine? What are you doing there?"

"Kurt and I were supposed to study..."

Burt laughed.

"Good luck with that. Kurt's going to be useless until the storm passes. They..." He hesitated, unsure as to how much he should tell his son's boyfriend. "They kinda freak him out. Especially when he's alone. Do me a favour, and wait until someone else arrives before you leave?" Burt asked.

Blaine bit his lip.

"Of course I'll stay."

Burt hesitated again.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Look after him." Burt ordered, hanging up. Blaine stood in silence for a second, before hanging up the phone at his end. A clap of thunder made him jump, and he hurried back up the stairs.

Kurt was shaking, still a lump under his blanket. Blaine made a decision, toeing off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, pulling the blanket off of Kurt. When he didn't respond, Blaine pulled an earpiece out, making Kurt look up at him... just as it thundered. Kurt practically leapt into Blaine's arms, pressing his hands over his ears and turning his face into Blaine's chest, whimpering a little as he shook.

Blaine held him tightly, sighing. Kurt was always so calm and collected – to see him like this...

It actually scared him a little.

Blaine didn't bother trying to reassure him – there was no point as the storm grew closer and the thunder and lightning continuously prevented him from getting a word out. Kurt had put his headphones back in, his eyes shut as he cuddled tightly into Blaine. Blaine just held him, wondering where the fear had come from.

Kurt jumped as lightening lit up the sky outside of his window, clinging harder to Blaine. Blaine lowered his mouth to Kurt's ear, whispering to him;

"I've got an idea." As he carefully slid Kurt off of his lap.

Kurt whimpered, curling back into himself as Blaine stood, headed to Kurt's stereo. He turned it on, turning the volume up loud enough to cover the noise of the storm before moving to the windows, pulling the curtains across.

"There we go." Blaine yelled over the music, taking Kurt's Ipod off of him and switching it off, setting it on his bedside table.

Kurt curled himself tighter before pausing, looking up at Blaine with something like amazement.

"I..I can't hear it...?"

"I know." Blaine grinned. "I fixed it, and now you have to get up and dance with me."

"...What?" Blaine held a hand out to him.

"Come on Kurt! What else are we supposed to do with music this loud?" Blaine laughed, barely audible.

Kurt took his hand hesitantly, laughing despite himself as Blaine yanked him to his feet, pulling him into his arms.

They swayed together, Blaine turning them in circles. Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, sighing contentedly. He had to admit, he could barely hear the storm with his music up that loud, and the little he could he just assumed it was the music.

Blaine spun him out then, pulling him back just as fast. Stunned, Kurt laughed, finally starting to enjoy himself.

They were still dancing when Finn got home. He paused outside of Kurt's door, shaking his head in confusion before moving on, unnoticed by either of the boys in the room. Burt, only a few minutes later, stood in the doorway, watching as Blaine made Kurt laugh – despite it still storming.

He left them to it when it became obvious they were much too wrapped up in each other to notice him – but not before opening the door the rest of the way.

^.^

When Blaine was sure the storm was over, he turned the music down and they collapsed on Kurt's bed, laughing breathlessly. Kurt rested on his elbow, leaning over Blaine.

"Thank you." He said, leaning down to kiss him.

Blaine smiled up at him.

"No problem." They cuddled together for a bit before Blaine finally asked; "Why do storms freak you out so much?"

Kurt shrugged.

"They always have." He admitted. "I think someone told me a bunch of horror stories about them - like that when it stormed it meant someone was trying to kill you – and I've been afraid ever since."

Blaine kissed the top of his head.

"Not anymore." He said firmly. "Every time it storms, we're going to turn your music up, and dance and laugh until you remember storms as a good thing rather than a bad."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

A/N: I also used to be desperately afraid of storms up until about a year ago XD