A/N: There are so many fics I need to write - we got some amazing prompts and then there's the Gold Pants, and so much I want to do for Prom-a-saurus...but I'm having a writing boot camp on Sunday afternoon so it should all get done then :D Well, at least they should all get -started-.

So this one was inspired by Dance With Somebody...because...well...Klaine ;_;. There's more I want to do with this episode though...

Kurt's heart raced as he tip-toed down the stairs. There was something very, very wrong with this. He wasn't this person – he didn't sneak out and, if he could help it, he generally didn't disobey anything his father said.

But this was important.

He glanced down at the phone in his hand.

(23:53) Blaine Park. Ten minutes. I really need you right now.

Well, he couldn't say no to that. Besides, it was a weekend. He wouldn't be in too much trouble if he was caught.

He released his breath when he reached the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide and listening to any signs of awake-ness.

Nothing.

He took a few steps forward, his socks making his journey silent, before stopping and listening again.

Nothing.

Easy. He padded out into the hallway, collecting his shoes but not putting them on, and pulling his bag closer. He reached for the doorhandle, when a light flicked on behind him.

Shit. He let out a defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he turned around.

"What are you doing?" Burt asked softly, looking him up and down. "You going out?"

Kurt cringed and glanced at the floor. "I…Blaine needs to talk to me…"

"At midnight?" Burt frowned.

Kurt let out a breath. "He just texted me…he's…I don't think he's doing well about NYADA and I just…I want to reassure him. I was going to text you if I was gone for longer than an hour, I swear…"

Burt frowned, unconvinced.

"I just…I wanted to handle this by myself." Kurt whispered. "I just…I don't want him to be upset anymore. Please dad…"

Burt's face softened and he sighed. "I want hourly texts. And tell me the moment you decide to come home. I'll be waiting."

Kurt let a smile escape. "Thanks dad…"

Burt shook his head. "Be safe, Kurt."

^.^

Kurt pulled his jacket around himself, shuddering against the wind as he made his way down the road to the park.

He spotted Blaine sitting slumped on a swing, and made his way over, still shivering, and dropped onto the swing next to him.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Hi." Blaine whispered.

"You okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine shivered, and huddled further into himself.

"No. Kurt, you're leaving in two weeks. How can I possibly be okay?"

Kurt's face fell. "Baby…I know, I know. That's why you're staying with me for my whole final week, and then you're coming to New York with me…"

"And then I'm leaving on Monday." He muttered sourly. "Then we'll never see each other again."

Kurt's eyes widened. "What?"

"You're going to be so…in love with the city, you're going to forget to call me. We'll get busy, and we'll forget each other and I'm not going to be able to cope. We'll drift, and after twelve months, you won't want me there and I won't want to go to you, and we're going to break up." Blaine was close to tears. "And I don't want that to happen."

Kurt shook his head, peppering his lips with light kisses. "Baby, no…that won't happen. There's no way I could ever forget you…remember what we talked about with Miss Pillsbury?"

Blaine stood up, almost angrily striding away. "Yeah, sure. We'll Skype. For the first month. But you'll get too busy with assignments."

"Blaine... we can Skype while I do assignments." Kurt suggested hopefully, looking up at Blaine.

"No. I don't... I don't want to have to compete for your attention." Blaine said sadly, turning back around. "I shouldn't have to, Kurt!"

Kurt's face fell, and he reached forward, taking Blaine's hand.

"Baby…I'm sorry. I'm sorry this is happening, and I'm sorry that I can't stay…"

Blaine just glared at him, his eyes filled with tears. "Sorry doesn't change a thing, Kurt."

He didn't give Kurt a chance to talk, before he turned away, storming into the darkness.

Kurt couldn't breathe. He was panicking, and he didn't understand how he could fix this. Blaine was right – sorry didn't change anything. If he couldn't change it, nothing would get better. He fought back tears as he sadly turned back home.

^.^

Burt was waiting for him when he got home, the TV turned down low and a blanket around his legs.

"Did everything go-" Burt saw the tears down Kurt's cheeks and stopped mid-sentence, standing up and heading to his son. "What happened?"

Kurt took a shuddering breath, looking at the ground as he tried to control himself.

"He just…he walked off. I just…I don't know what to do…" his voice broke and he burst into tears.

Burt pulled him into a hug, wrapping his large arms around the boy – he seemed so young again, despite that fact that he almost didn't fit in Burt's arms anymore.

"Did you…did you break up?" Burt asked hesitantly, but Kurt shook his head, burrowing further into Burt's chest.

"He's so upset…" Kurt whispered, and Burt let go of him, hauling him to the couch.

"Come on. We're going to talk about this."

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Kurt frowned. It could only be Blaine – it was two in the morning.

Burt glanced at the door, before looking back at Kurt. "I'll give you guys some time….come get me if you need me."

Kurt nodded. "Thanks, dad…"

Burt just nodded, pulling himself off the couch and heading upstairs.

There was another knock, and Kurt wiped his eyes before stepping up to the door. He hesitated before opening it, wondering if maybe this was it. This was Blaine going to be breaking up with him.

Instead, he was met with a hug, almost bone-crushing as Blaine just held him tightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, clinging tighter and tighter.

Kurt let out a breath – almost a gasp – and pushed Blaine away, fighting for air. Blaine's face was red, his cheeks wet with tears. He'd been really crying.

"God I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It's nothing we can fix." Blaine sobbed, leaning forward for another hug – gentle this time. "I was being so selfish, but we're going to be fine. We'll work around it, and we'll be fine."

Kurt held him tightly, close to tears, nodding. "I know. We will. It's just…we're just going to have to get used to it."

Blaine nodded vigorously, taking a deep breath to steady himself, tilting his head to press a kiss to Kurt's lips. Kurt kissed back softly, and he could feel Blaine through the kiss – all his emotion, and how upset he was. It almost drove him to tears.

"I don't want you to leave." Blaine whispered. "But we're going to make this work…"

Kurt pulled Blaine back, viewing him at arm's length and giving him a small smile, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Of course we are."