He made a huge pot of coffee intending to drink all of it. He found the largest travel mug he could find and filled it with the warm brown liquid.

Kurt looked at the clock, shit he was running late. He grabbed his phone and keys and went to his car.

Later that day, Kurt found himself trying not to fall asleep he already drank his huge coffee and was planning to get more if he was ever allowed to go on break. He rested his head on his arms sighing, maybe he could close his eyes for a few minutes.

"Kurt!" a voice rang out awakening him, he shot his head up worrying it was his boss. "Don't worry it's just me."

Kurt's body relaxed when he realized it was just Blaine.

"Hi Blaine what do you need?" he asked suppressing a yawn.

"Um well I've been worried about you. You don't look to good, bad night?" He asked pulling a chair up to Kurt's desk.

"'M fine" he mumbled.

"Are you sure, I mean you can tell me whatever is going on. Kurt you can trust me." Blaine said placing his hand over Kurt's. His heart leapt, he really liked Blaine. But of course there is absolutely no way Blaine would like him back.

"I'm just really tired, I didn't get any sleep last night." Kurt sighed.

"Well why not?" Blaine asked squeezing Kurt's hand gently from across the desk.

Kurt bit his lip, should he tell Blaine? What if he thought Kurt was going crazy?

Blaine noticed his hesitance, "Why don't we get a coffee? We can talk about then."

"Ok."

Blaine left to convince their boss to let them have their break. Kurt tidied up the little work he was working on and got his jacket. He assumed that their boss would let them have their break, Kurt and Blaine were two of the top workers. If Blaine was any other person Kurt knew he would surely hate them. Often times the boss made them compete against each other in order to get the best new project or the raise. He would make them do a smaller project first and see who did it best or he would make it as simple as whoever brought him coffee first won.

It created a sort of friendly competition between them. Kurt was extremely competitive and the competitions set up only fueled it. He had to win.

"Hey ready to go?" Blaine asked suddenly appearing in front of him. He held out his hand causing Kurt to jump and stare at it. What did he want him to do with it?

"Umm," Kurt said staring at the hand. Since he wouldn't or maybe couldn't move Blaine shot the hand forward and grabbed his.

Blaine pulled Kurt towards the door and towards his dark blue car.

"Is this your car?" Kurt asked stupidly of course this was Blaine's car.

"Yes it is!" Blaine said opening the door for Kurt.

"Thank you." he said as he felt the heat rushing to his face.

They drove in silence listening to the music streaming from the radio.

"The Lima Bean okay?" Blaine asks pulling into the lot.

"Mhmm."

They got out of the car and walked towards the door. The cold nipped at Kurt's hands, he left his gloves in his own car earlier that morning. They walked up to the line and ordered their coffee. They walked to a circular table in the back corner of the cafe, it was quiet and hidden from prying eyes.

Kurt's mind was racing and he struggled to keep his hands from shaking. He was so nervous. He trusted Blaine and he felt comfortable with Blaine but he still couldn't fight off the thought that what happened last night was stupid and not important. What if Blaine laughed at him? He took a cautious sip of his coffee and let the warm liquid sit in his mouth for a second before swallowing.

He leg bounced under the table and he clutched onto his coffee to hide his shaking hands. He prayed that Blaine couldn't tell how nervous he was, but worrying that Blaine could tell that he was nervous was making him even more nervous.

He quickly took a sharp intake of air trying to calm his breathing. Was he going to go into some kind of panic attack or a nervous breakdown?

"Kurt," Blaine said from across the table. Kurt looked up and looked into Blaine's hazel eyes. Instantly all of his nerves dissipated and he relaxed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine." Kurt said honestly.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Blaine asked.

Kurt took a deep breath and avoiding Blaine's eyes. He scanned the quaint cafe shop. Okay you can do this he thought, you trust Blaine.

"Okay," Kurt sighed, he felt Blaine's leg rub against the side of his gently. It was reassuring even if it was done by accident. "Well, please don't laugh at me or something, I realize that this is stupid and I'm over reacting.

"I promise I won't judge you Kurt, I would never do that." Blaine said knocking his knee into Kurt's, this time Kurt was sure it wasn't by accident.

"Okay, well… I have like 15 different photo frames hanging in my front hallway with pictures of me, my friends, and my family. Yesterday after work I noticed that every single picture that I was in was gone. If I was in the picture with someone else, my part was cut out and the rest of the people were still there. Blaine, every picture was like that. I called my friend to see if she was playing a joke on me or if she knew if any other friends of ours were playing a joke on me and she said no. I asked if she was lying to me and she said how scared I sounded and that she wasn't lying. She even offered for me to stay over at her place, but I didn't. When I went to bed I noticed that there was a car across the street from my house. I didn't recognize it." Kurt looked up at Blaine, "Blaine, I swear I know all of my neighbors and their cars! I have never seen that car before. I couldn't sleep at all last night, I was so freaked out."

Kurt let out a shuttering breath. He looked up at Blaine and tried to figure out what he was thinking. He looked upset or maybe he was just bored.

"I'm sorry." Kurt said shocked at how quiet it came out.

"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?" Blaine asked.

"Me bringing you in like this!" Kurt said frustrated. He ran his long slender fingers through his hair that he hadn't bothered fixing this morning.

"I'm glad you brought me into this, Kurt. This is serious. Do you know what this might mean? Someone broke into your house. This isn't a normal break in, this is creepy bordering stalker. They stole pictures of you! Only you. Kurt this is scaring me just as much as it's scaring you. I couldn't stand to see you get hurt." Blaine said reaching his hand across the table and resting it on his forearm.

"Thank you." Kurt sighed. "We should probably get back to work."

"No problem. Yeah let's go."

The rest of the day went by slow, but Kurt welcomed it. He didn't want to go back to his house. But eventually he looked up at the clock and realized that it was six, meaning that work was over. He packed his belongings up slowly, watching his fellow workers rushing to get out of the office.

He was just logging out of his computer and shutting it off when a tall bulky figure walked over and leaned on his desk. Kurt looked up and was surprised to see an unfamiliar face that was smiling back at him.

"Um… Hello?" He asked warily. He looked back and forth trying to find a way away from this strange man. The man had dark brown short hair and brown eyes. His face was wide as well as his body. He wasn't fat though, no, it was more muscular that fat.

"Hi there." The strange man said leaning closer.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked.

"I'm Dave Karofsky, today was my first day working here." The man stated leaning even closer.

Kurt backed up leaning back in his desk chair, "Uh hi, Dave, ever heard of personal space?"

Dave took a step back and cleared his throat, "Uh sorry. So what's your name?"

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt said, he didn't like this guy. He felt…creepy.

"Hi Kurt."

"Again can I help you?" Kurt asked painting on his best 'bitch-please' face.

"Just introducing myself, see you later?" Dave asked raising an eyebrow.

"Uh sure."

"Bye." Dave walked away with his hands tucked into his pockets.

Once Kurt was sure Dave was away from ear shot he spoke out loud to himself, "What the hell was that?"

Kurt shrugged into his warm pea coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He picked up his brief case and walked out of the office and towards his car.

"Kurt!" A voice yelled from behind him, he turned around a found Blaine running towards him. "Hey Kurt! Wait!"

"What Blaine?" Kurt laughed watching the curly haired boy come to a stop in front of him. His face was flushed from the running and the cold and his eyes were sparkling under the warm street lights.

"Here, have my number. I want you to call me. Call me if anything happens, if you need anything, or you just need to talk." Blaine said a little out of breath. He handed Kurt the bright pink sticky note with his number scrawled out in neat hand writing.

"Thanks." Kurt said smiling. "See you later?"

"Yeah sure." Blaine smiled back turning towards his car.

"Hey wait, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah?"

"Did a weird tall bulky guy named Dave Kar- Dave something introduce himself to you?" Kurt asked, his past encounter still nagging at that back of his mind.

"No he didn't. Who is he?" Blaine asked.

"Not sure, he said that today was his first day working here and that he was introducing himself to the rest of the people in the office." Kurt said tightening his hand on the strap of his brief case.

"Guess he just didn't get to me yet. I'm sure I'll meet him in the morning." Blaine smiled and continued walking to his car.

Kurt drove the short way to his home and walked into his dark house. He really needed to install those automatic motion sensor lights his dad bought for him when he got the small house. He stumbled up the garage step and groped the wall in the dark for the door knob. His hands clasped around it and he had to pull out his phone for light to get the key in the whole.

He stumbled into his kitchen that was attached to his garage and turned on the light. The bright light hurt his eyes as he dropped his brief case and walked through his kitchen to the living room. He plopped onto the couch and sighed closing his eyes, just for a second. He was truly tired.

A loud bang woke him up from his unexpected nap.

"What was that?" He whispered to himself. He ran on his tip toes to the bath room, where he dug out the baseball bat his dad bought for him so many years ago. He remember how he used to hate it, but right now he was never so grateful for it. It served as perfect protection.

He walked around his house shaking, trying to find the source of the sound. He was terrified, he hoped that he didn't find the sound. He ran up to his bed room and turned on the light. Inside to his surprise he found the drawers of his nightstand all open.

He covered his mouth with his hands and looked around his room. The baseball bat slid out of his hands. He tried to remember if he kept anything valuable in his those drawers. Oh my God no no no! He thought running over. He kept the locket that his was his mother's before she died in the top drawer next to his bed. He ran over and dropped to his knees throwing everything out of the drawer trying to find the locket.

He let out a sigh of relief as his fingers curled around the cold gold chain. He brought the necklace to his lips pressing a small kiss to it. Mom help me, he thought, I'm scared. He put the necklace around him neck for safe keeping. This will never leave his sight again.

He was startled, when he heard the screeching sound of tires driving away. He ran to his window and almost fainted when he recognized that same back truck speeding away from his house.

His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone, he needed to call Blaine. Blaine would know what to do. He opened his phone and the post it note fluttered to the ground. He picked it up quickly and dialed the number. It only rang once before the familiar voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Blaine, it's me…Kurt." Kurt said aware of how weak and scared he sounded.

"Kurt what's wrong? When I told you to call me if you needed me I didn't think it would only be a few hours later."

"Blaine I'm scared. When I got home I fell asleep on the couch and then a loud bang woke me up. I went to find the source of the sound and went to my room. In my room all of my dresser drawers are open and things are missing. Then I heard a car driving away outside and it was the same car! Blaine what do I do! I'm all alone and freaking out!" Kurt said biting his lip. He went around and turned on every light to eliminate any possible dark shadow.

"Kurt calm down, where do you live?" Blaine asked. Kurt could hear a car engine turning on in the back ground.

Kurt quickly told him where he lived. He wanted to protest and tell Blaine not to come, but he couldn't. He could barely breathe. There was no possible way he would be able to stay all alone in his house.

"Kurt you all right you've been quiet?" Blaine asked still on the phone.

"I'm fine just freaking out, are you close?" He asked.

"Yeah, I actually just turned onto the street…. Uh Kurt why is every light on in your house?" Blaine laughed.

"To make sure no one is hiding in the dark." Kurt said running down stairs and flinging open the door. He sighed with relief once he saw the familiar face. "Blaine."

They both hung up their cell phones and slipped it into their pockets.

"Kurt!" Blaine said wrapping his arms around Kurt, pulling him into a hug. "Shh it's okay. You're shaking."

"Well you would be too if the situation was reversed." Kurt said pulling away from the warm embrace. "Come on in."

Kurt lead Blaine to the kitchen where he took out to mugs.

"Tea?" He asked pulling out different flavors.

"Oh yeah sure, thank you. I'll just have whatever you are having." Blaine said sitting down on one of the stools at the island.

"Okay. You know you didn't have to come right?" Kurt asked filling the mugs with water and setting them into the microwave.

"Yes I did."

"Huh?"

"You know quite well that I had to come over."

"I don't know what you mean." Kurt said biting his lip. What was Blaine saying? Is he mad at him?

"Why did you call me?" Blaine asked.

"Because I was scared and the first person I thought to call was you." Kurt answered honestly.

"Exactly. Now I'm staying and please don't make me leave Kurt." Blaine said as Kurt handed him his tea. He grabbed it and cupped the warm mug in his hands. "Mm thanks."

Kurt walked over to his living room and set his tea down on the coffee table. He turned around to make sure Blaine was following. He was.

"Here Blaine, pick something on TV. I know for a fact that I can't sleep right now and I need to change into comfier clothes." Kurt said eyeing Blaine's attire. He was wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants with a red 'D' on the right hip and was still wearing his coat. "I can take your coat."

"Oh uh thanks." Blaine said pulling off his jacket and handing it to Kurt. He sat back down on the couch and eyed the remote trying to figure out. He hit the power button turning on the TV.

Kurt turned and walked down the hallway to the stair case. He draped Blaine's coat over the banister and walked up the stairs. He opened his bedroom door and sighed looking at the papers scattered around the room. The drawers were still shoved open and things were hanging out. He couldn't deal with them right now. He tried his best to ignore them and walked over to his closet. He threw on a pair of grey sweat pants and an oversized long sleeve cotton shirt that hung off his shoulders.

He strolled down stairs. On the couch Blaine a curled up under a fleece blanket that used to be draped over the back of the couch. He looked up and smiled at Kurt who nervously rubbed at his exposed collarbone. Blaine patted the couch next to him, inviting Kurt to sit down.

Kurt plopped down on the opposite site of the couch leaning against the arm of the couch. He brought his knees to his chest and turned his attention from Blaine who stared at him quizzically to the TV.

Kurt tried to keep his attention on the show playing. He didn't even know what was playing though some news report. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He took a deep breath and shivered. His house was quite cold and his bare shoulders were not helping.

"Kurt your cold." Blaine said in a small voice. Kurt turned his head to face Blaine. Blaine was holding up the edge of the blanket, inviting Kurt under.

Kurt hesitated a little before scooting over under the blanket. Blaine dropped the blanket's edge and Kurt welcomed the heat surrounding his body.

They sat in silence mindlessly watching the news and sipping their warm tea. Every ten to fifteen minutes one of them would find the other moving even closer to get warmer. Or their eyes closing. Eventually the two boys were asleep. Kurt had his head on Blaine's shoulder who had his head leaning against a pillow that he also clutched to his chest.

Kurt didn't care what was happening. He was finally asleep and not alone tonight.