Kurt was woken up awfully startled by his alarm and quickly turned it off. What did I dream? Kurt thought, as he always loved remembering his dreams: especially if they were about a certain someone. Not being able to remember the dream just yet, Kurt rolled back to his right side and closed his eyes, smiling to himself, just wanting a few minutes to wake up before his morning routines, when then all the previous day’s events came flooding back into his mind. Kurt flew his eyes open and noticed that Blaine wasn’t in his bed. He shot up, throwing his duvet off of him, and wandered over to their bathroom. Dalton was a very privileged school as each dorm had their own bathroom. They were all small rooms with the same layout: a simple mahogany coloured door, plain white walls with a black border and the dorm rooms were split in half. Each side belonged to one boy that held a desk and chair, a bed, a single wardrobe and a bedside table. They shared the bathrooms which were a considerate size. Kurt knocked on the door and called, “Blaine, are you in there?” but there was no reply. Taking chances, he opened the door with impatience and found that, again, Blaine wasn’t there. 'Ok, I’ll text Wes.'

To Wes: Hey, Blaine didn’t come back last night, I’m gonna call him.
From Kurt
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Kurt waited 5 minutes for the reply, in which that amount time he thought he could have just ran across to their room and asked them personally. But not with this hair! he thought. So Kurt thought it best that he rang Blaine.

Call Blaine
*ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, Hi you have reached the voicemail of Blaine Anderson, please leave a message after the tone* “Hi Blaine, I’m worried about you, where are you? Please call me back?”

He hung up the phone. 'Come on Blaine!' thought Kurt. “Now what do I do!” Kurt thought all he could do was to carry on with his morning routines and wait for a call from Blaine. There was nothing wrong with calling him though and he knew it, it just felt like he would be bugging him if he carried on calling and texting him. After all it was his fault that Blaine ran away, if he had run away.

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Kurt made his way to Warblers practice. Blaine will be here at least, he never misses practice.

“Hey Kurt!” called a familiar voice. He turned around only to notice Wes and David jogging up behind him.

“Oh hey guys. And why didn’t you text me back? I’ve done nothing but worry all day!”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been trying to look for you to talk, I personally hate cell phones, sorry.”

“Then why have one? Oh well have you seen Blaine? He won’t call me back and I swear I’ve called him a gazillion times,” he wiped his forehead, it sure was hot that day, especially on the topic of Blaine.

“No I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s come down with a cold or something? It happens.” But before Kurt had chance to reply, everyone began gathering in the practice room.

“Well we better start practice.”

“Order! Order, fellow Warblers!” The whole room hushed and everybody sat in their places on the sofas and tables and chairs. “Now Blaine if you would like to take stand...,” but Thad was cut off. He suddenly noticed that Blaine wasn’t there. “Does anybody know where Blaine is?”

“Blaine has disappeared.” The room arose with gasps. “Well not disappeared but he hasn’t been on campus since yesterday late afternoon. And I can’t get in contact with him; he won’t answer his cell phone.” Kurt said while double-checking his phone.

“Neither can I.”

“Or me.”

“Nor me, Kurt.”

The room began mumbling with questions and possible answers to Blaine’s disappearance but it was soon stopped by the hammering sound coming from Wes.

“Perhaps there has been an emergency at home and had to turn his phone off because he’s in hospital?” said Thad.

Kurt looked at Wes and David, they knew very well what has happened to Blaine...but he couldn’t tell the other Warblers.

“But surely he would have switched on his phone by now. It should be past visiting hours.” A voice called from the back of the room. Kurt didn’t know the name of this Warbler, but he knew he was very cute.

“Well perhaps he went home because he wasn’t feeling well and we all know his parents, they wouldn’t want anybody interrupting the ‘process of healing’.” The Warblers began laughing at that quote, it must be an in joke...something else I need to learn, Kurt thought.

“Well the show must go on, Kurt would you like to pick someone to sing the lead with you? Since Blaine isn’t here.” Thad motioned Kurt to take stand.

“No! I mean, why? It isn’t right to just carry on without him!”

“But you must! It is tradition for the Warblers to not allow anything to hold them back, and I’m sure Blaine would want us to. How about...Nick? He looks more than willing to sing lead and he impressed us all at the last auditions for lead.” Kurt looked to were a Nick was and that was when the cute boy from before arose, blushing.

“I would really like to sing lead for a change, I’m just the Warbler beat box and we hardly need me for this song. Kurt are you ok with that?”

Kurt looked at the hand that was coming towards him and he sighed. He thought he may aswell give it a shot. “Yeah, yeah ok.”

“Warblers into place!” Thad called and everyone arose from their seats and got into place.

“I, can’t explain the feelings plain to me, say can’t you see.
Oh, you give me more, you gave it all to me, say can’t you see.
You’d think that people would of had enough of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I...and I...”

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” Kurt ran away from Nick and the Warblers. Shutting the doors of the practice room behind him.