Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember,
The people we used to be...
It's even harder to picture,
That you're not here next to me.

Kurt woke up to his phone ringing. He huffed, what time was it? One o'clock? Nope, four. He picked it up. "M' Hello?" He heard faint sniffing from the other end of the line.  "Blaine? Are you alright?" 

"M'Fine I just needed-" He hiccuped and attempted to catch his breath. "To hear your voice.." 

"Where are you?" Kurt spoke, now thouroughly concerned. 

"Waiting for Coop to pick me up." He spoke more clearly now. 

"Where is Cooper picking you up?" 

"You're house.. I just, I don't know what I was thinking Kurt I just-" 

"Blaine call Coop back.. I'll call my dad and tell him to let you in." He sighed. This hadn't happened before, but he was sure it probably wasn't the first time. "Go inside..I'm sure they'll let you stay as long as you'd like.." 

"Kurt I can't just-"

"Call Cooper." Kurt cut him off. "I will call you after I've talked to my dad." 

After a few sleepy phone calls Blaine was settled in Kurt's bedroom. Lying on  pillows that smelled like his gorgeous boyfriend, and looking up at the ceiling.  His phone rang now. 

"Are you okay?" 

"I-I'm fine.. Kurt I'm so sorry I don't know what got into me and-" 

"I missed the sound of you're voice too.." He replied quietly. 

"I love you so much." He smiled with tears in his eyes. 

"Eight more months.." Kurt practically whispered, the lump in his throat becoming too big to even talk without bursting into tears. 

"Eight more months.." Blaine whispered back.