Blaine come on! “Call me back, please, we’re all worried, I’m worried.” Kurt hung up the phone after leave yet another voicemail on Blaine’s cell phone. It had been 4 days now and still, no Blaine. Kurt rolled over in his bed and stared at the empty space opposite him. Kurt didn’t touch any of Blaine’s things, just in case he came back and wondered, “why are you laid in my bed?” or something silly like that: Kurt chuckled at the thought. He’d been asking the Warblers for days now if anyone had gotten in contact with him but nobody had. He had wondered for a couple of days now whether he has just gone home, which everybody said he must have, but he was getting behind on his work and he needs it confirming. 'Then I’ll just have to find out his home phone number', Kurt thought.

As he made his way down to breakfast, he saw Wes and David. “Hey guys!” he called, and jogged over toward them.

“Oh, hey Kurt!”

“Good morning”

“I just had a great thought, do either of you know Blaine’s home phone numb-“

“Kurt, we’ve already tried, he is there like we told you but his mom said he doesn't want to talk to anyone, not even us.” David said, looking down at his hands and to Wes. “We’ve never seen him like this before, what happened between you two must really be messing him up.”

“And when did you call?! You just decided to tell me now? I’ve hardly slept!”

“We’re really sorry. We just forgot. Look you can try if you want to but you’ll just get the same answer. Here, I’ll send you the number.” David clicked through his phone and sent the number to Kurt’s cell.

“Sorry for snapping, really I am I’m just worried that’s all. Thanks for the number but I’m not gonna come to breakfast I’ll go back and try to call.”

When Kurt arrived back to his dorm room he closed the door behind him, leant against the door and dialled the number David gave to him. 3 dials later and a friendly woman’s voice answered.

“Hello, Anderson residence.”

“Hello there Ma’am. My name is Kurt Hummel, I’m a friend of Blaine’s, please may I speak with him.”

“Look-I’m sorry sweetheart but he doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now, he’s going through a rough patch and to be honest with you, we don’t know why.”

“I understand that ma’am but please can you tell him that I’m on the phone, maybe he’ll talk, maybe he won’t.” Kurt crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.

“Well sweetheart I’ll give it a shot but I doubt he’ll come, I’ll be right back.” Kurt began pacing the room, urgently waiting for the lady to come back, whom he thought was Blaine’s mom.

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*Knock knock*

“Blaine sweetheart are you awake? There is a boy called Kurt Hummel on the phone asking for you, would you like to talk to him?” Blaine’s eyes flew open and his stomach clenched, this was something he hadn’t hoped for and what he really wasn’t expecting. Oh great what do I do? If I answer I might say something I regret...but if I don’t answer I’ll just keep worrying everyone.

“I’ll talk to him, tell him I’m coming.”

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“H-hello?”

“Blaine! Hi, how are you?” Kurt’s heart skipped a beat and his voice was a little shaky.

“I’m good.” Blaine felt his stomach tighten, he wasn’t fine and Kurt knew that.

Kurt sighed. “You’re not. Please Blaine come back. What did I do wrong? I’m sorry for whatever I did-” Kurt laid back on his bed, he thought he might just fall over.

“Look, let me get one thing straight with you. You did absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, you’re perfect. No, I mean, look it’s just me. Just me being a total idiot and I need some time away to get my head around things. It’s hard for me to talk to you but I know I can’t keep running away so here I am.”

'I’m perfect?' Kurt just nearly had a heart attack hearing those words. “Blaine, just come back to Dalton and talk to me. We’ll be fine trust me.”

“I can’t, I’ve hurt you and I’m not going to be a burden to you anymore. Goodbye Kurt.” Blaine hung up the phone.

“Blaine. Blaine!” Kurt threw his cell phone across the room and dropped his head into his heads, sobbing, uncontrollably.

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Blaine hung up the phone and ran to his room. He threw himself on his bed and began crying into his pillow, punching the mattress underneath him. “Idiot!”

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It had been a couple days since Kurt talked to Blaine and he hadn’t talked to anybody at all. He heard a knock at his door. Great, just what I need right now. “Go away! Please!”

“Kurt I’m coming in.” Nick opened the door and slowly shut it behind him. “Oh-are you ok? Is this a bad time?” He turned around and began to reach for the door handle.

“No it’s fine come in, take a seat. What can I do for you?” Kurt wiped his eyes, he looked absolutely terrible from all the crying.

“Gosh you look terrible. Look I know we hardly know each other but I notice when people are going through a tough time and you are definitely going through a bad time. I’m here to talk.”

“It’s ok. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get over myself.” Hardly.

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner.” It just slipped out.

“Dinner? Why?” Kurt smiled back at the boy staring at him but he felt confused. Why would someone he has only spoken to once want to take him out for dinner...unless...no it couldn’t be.

“Just as friends I mean. As I said, I realise we hardly know each other but I think you need cheering up. There’s a comedy club nearby that do burgers and fries, nothing much but it should be a laugh...are you up for it?”

“What’s the scene like? I mean I need to know what to wear right?” Kurt realised this might be a good opportunity to get out and, figuratively speaking, let his hair down.

“Just casual, nothing fancy. I’m guessing you’re somewhat of a fashionista so...jeans and a slogan t-shirt will do just fine. Pick you up at say 6 tomorrow from here?” Nick rose from Kurt’s desk chair and made his way towards to the door.

“Yeah sure, see you then. And thanks for this.” He smiled as the other boy left his room with a nod.

Well this should be interesting.