Okay, so maybe this wasnt my best idea, Kurt thought to himself. It was still raining and Kurt was drenched head to toe. His teeth were chattering from the cold and the water had penetrated Blaines jacket, sending a shiver down his spine. He concentrated on the sound of gravel crunching beneath his boots. With each step he took he walked a little faster, breathed a little harder. The faint smell of Blaine radiated off of his jacket and kept Kurt sane. About five minutes later he finally arrived at the Andersons house. It was a beautiful two story home. There were ferns and vines twisting up the pillars at the front of the house. Kurt remembered when Blaine had told him that he used to pretend he was Tarzan, playing with the vines and hiding in the bushes when he was younger. It always earned him a stern look from his mother and a spanking from his father. He giggled at the thought of an 8 year old with a little bow-tie and hair gel. Kurt looked at the driveway at the side of the house. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion when he only saw Blaines 1994 Mercedes parked in the garage. It was endearing how attached Blaine was to that piece of junk when he could easily afford a newer model. Just another imperfection that Kurt loved so much about him.

“I couldve sworn Blaine told me that his parents had just gotten home from a business meeting in Hawaii." His breath swirled into fog that clung desperately to the cold particles of the air. The tendrils slowly faded until they disappeared.

Blaines parents were always away, even during holidays sometimes. Whether they really were gone for business or not, Kurt didnt know. Being that Cooper lived in LA; Blaine was left home alone 98% of the time. He never complained though. This just gave he and Kurt some much desired alone time whenever they pleased.

Pulling down the damp hood of Blaines jacket, Kurt softly knocked on the front door. He wasnt surprised when he was greeted with silence. He was however, surprised to find that the door wasnt closed all the way. With caution, Kurt slowly pushed open the door. There were a few lights on in the house. Kurt was alarmed to see how messy the home was. There were pieces of torn up paper strewn on the floor, along with a broken vase. By now his heartbeat had quickened to a frantic drumming in his fragile chest. Alongside the vase were yellow and red flowers, identical to set that Kurt had given Blaine so many months ago. He remembered how nervous he was that day. Rachel had gone with him before school to help pick them out. She suggested a hideously pink assortment of carnations. When he asked if they had any yellow and red roses in stock, the florist happily put together an arrangement for him. Exactly 21 roses. The number seemed to follow them around. Whether the check for their dinner date turned out to be that amount, or the fact that Blaine had first kissed him on the 21st of January, that number seemed to taunt them.

"These for a lucky lady I presume?" The florist eyed Rachel approvingly.

"Uh well-"

"No, they are for his loving and adoring boyfriend." Rachel cut him off abruptly.

"Oh... how- how nice." She cleared her throat before she spoke again. "Your total will be twenty-one dollars please."

They walked out of the florists giggling uncontrollably. "Did you see the look on her face, Rachel? You almost gave her a heart attack."

"Some people are just so oblivious. I mean, cmon, any straight guy that has as good fashion taste as you has to do some serious self evaluating." She let out a cackle and kissed Kurt on the cheek.

Kurt bent down to take a closer look at the paper. It was sheet music, ranging from guitar to piano. Right away Kurt recognized the slanted cursive to be Blaines. He slowly walked towards the marble stairs, taking care not to step on any broken glass.

"Blaine?" He was met with silence. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He ran up the staircase, taking 3 steps at a time.

Reaching the top of the stairs he heard muffled sobbing coming from the direction of Blaines room. Kurts eyes widened at the sound. He took another step closer when he stepped on something. Picking up the object he realized that it was Blaines phone, the screen was cracked in about a hundred different places. Looking up from the phone Kurt noticed Blaines beloved Silvertone guitar lying in front of him, completely smashed in, along with more torn up paper. And was that- was that blood creased into the guitars broken rib? The sheet music was for "Black Bird", along with a few other songs that he and Blaine had sung together. Blaine had rewritten it and made the songs his own, with different chords and rhythms.

"Blaine!" He rushed towards the door that stood a few feet away. Kurt was just about to open the door when he heard muffled sobbing. Even though he had only seen Blaine cry a few times, he still wasnt used to seeing him in pain. His heart broke into more pieces than the glass vase down stairs. Just hearing the sobs coming from his boyfriend made a few of his own tears swell, threatening to spill over onto his smooth face. With a deep breath Kurt cautiously opened the door leading to the room that had always brought him comfort and love.

Those feelings vanished into only memories like his breathe in the night air once Kurt saw what was on the other side of the heavy wooden door.