Kurt quietly closed and locked the door to his bedroom hoping and praying to whatever was out there that his father and step-mother didn't hear him coming in the house so late. 

He sat down in his bed before assessing what had actually just happened. He looked down at his phone to see a picture of him and Blaine from the exact same night, right after they'd gotten ready to go to scandals. They took a picture in Blaine's station wagon right before they'd left. Both with huge grins on their faces, finding it they were so excited to be sneaking into this club. But Kurt didn't love the picture because of that, he loved it because Blaine had his arm draped around Kurt and he was smiling like Kurt had never seen before. And they both knew it wasn't because of the club. It was because he was happy. He was really and truly happy, not the fake kind he was when he was around anyone else, the real happy.  

Kurt took the picture and set it as his background, because he would never get tired of seeing Blaine that happy. 

He looked down at the picture and nothing but tears came. He shook and held his phone to his chest. Thinking about the amazing guy he'd just lost. 

He didn't know Blaine turned into this. The person he was tonight. When he'd become so almost controlin. And demanding. Pulling Kurt into the car, telling him how much he wanted him. 

He'd never seen Blaine like this before. He was always so gentle, so caring, only going as far as Kurt wanted to. Insisting on making him comfortable. When did that change?

He thought about Blaine's face when he walked away from the parking lot. So sad, so dissapointed. As if Kurt saying no to him, made him so distraught. 

He also thought about how drunk he was when he left too. There wasn't much he could say about that other than the fact that Sebastian was at fault for that. He'd given Blaine way too much to drink, probably knowing that it would result in something like this. 

Kurt leaned his back against the headboard of his bed, holding his phone still close. Hoping there would be some sort of call, anything, to know that Blaine was okay. Because no matter how angry, or dissapointed he was in Blaine..He loved him. 

And he knew no matter how mad Blaine was, he loved him too. 

Kurt stared at his phone for what felt like an eternity, wishing he would get something. Just something, anything, to let him know that Blaine got home safely. 

After watching the time pass for what seemed like hours on end he finally grabbed his phone and without even having to look at the screen, dialed Blaine's number. 

"Kurt." 

Relief washed over the older boy, as if someone had taken a thousand pound weight off of him. 

"Blaine.." He stopped himself from sounding as surprised as he honeslty was. "I'm glad your okay.."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry.."