The rain was beating against the roof. Normally the sound of rain would have lulled Kurt to sleep; but instead it only made him anxious. Blaine had been acting oddly this past week, isolated and oblivious. Not the confident and playful man that Kurt had become so accustomed to. So dependent on. He figured since their finals results were due any day now Blaine was just stressed. But even Rachel, a person who cannot take a hint, asked Kurt if Blaine was okay. In attempts to soothe him, Kurt was only met with Blaine flinching away; shifting awkwardly in his seat. Whatever was going on with him, Kurt was worried non the less. Blaine had skipped 3 Hudson-Hummel family dinners without so much as an explanation. Carole kept shoving Tupperware full of baked goods into Kurts arms telling him to give it to the Andersons. Not wanting to let her cooking go to waste, Kurt would give her a tight smile, making a mental note to yet again give them to Finn for his never ending appetite.

Kurt took a deep breath and rubbed the heels of his hands against his sapphire eyes. He glanced at the clock on the wall, 3:30.

Thank god I dont have school tomorrow...

He rolled onto his side and picked up his phone from the bedside table. His eyes squinted from the abrupt brightness that radiated from the phone. He felt the smallest twinge in his heart when he saw that he didnt have any messages from Blaine. He hadnt necessarily expected any, being that it had been almost a week since the last time he heard from him. However, he had grown so used to being woken up by a text from Blaine, stating that he couldnt sleep simply because Kurt wasnt next to him. Those messages never failed to put a smirk on Kurts face and butterflies in his stomach. He was just about to send him a text when he stopped himself.

Dont bother him, hes fine....

With a disgruntled sigh he dropped his phone back down on the nightstand and stiffly rolled over. In his failed attempts of sleeping Kurt could only think of one thing. Blaine. His eyes and how tired and cloudy they looked lately. His pale lips. His now bony frame. Kurt had never worried about Blaines health, even when he had a nasty cold he always seemed to power through it. As far as Kurt knew he was the poster child of health and confidence. But now, he wasnt so sure.

Once again he pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes in an attempt to keep sudden tears at bay. A single tear seeped through the space between his hand, leaving a warm trail against his pale cheek. Angry taunting voices sounded in his head. Convincing him that he had done something wrong. Missed something since the last time Blaine was... normal. He dug his elbows into his mattress, which responded with a tired groan, and sat up. His stomach complained about its lack of being fed and urged him out o bed. He quickly stepped into his slippers and padded own stairs to the kitchen. Taking a peek in the fridge shattered his hopes of quieting his stomach. There was only half a carton of almond milk, leftover lasagna from God knows when, and small platter of cookies. He took the platter out along with the Almond milk and gently bumped the door closed with hip.

Too paranoid to take a glass down from the cabinet, he opened the carton and drank straight from it. Normally an action like this would have made him loose his appetite completely, but at the moment he didnt give a damn. He debated if putting the cookies in the oven for a few minutes to heat them up was a good idea when he heard a familiar ding go off up stairs. Kurt bolted up from his chair and was about to dash up the stairs when he realized that not everyone was on the same insomnia sleeping schedule he was. Silently slinking up the stairs he found his phone face down on the nightstand, begging for Kurts attention. He gave into his phones silent pleads, sat crisscrossed on his bed and unlocked his phone.

It was from Blaine.

I need you.

Blaine needed him. At 3:45 in the morning.

Kurt didnt need anymore reason to pounce out of bed. He quickly changed out of his silk pajamas, pocketed his car keys and gently closed his bedroom door. Finn was snoring deafeningly in the room parallel to his. Ever since Carole and Burt had gotten married Kurt and Finn had grown a lot closer. Despite Kurts crush on Finn back in the day it really felt like Kurt had a brother now. He quickly padded down the stairs and into the garage where his Navigator was parked. Opening the door he sat down in the driver's seat, looking at himself in the rear view mirror. His eyes had lost their usual spark, a dark blue that could only be described as an ocean during a storm. The image of Blaines eyes appeared into his head. His eyes were like a luxury to look at; to get lost in. Always so warm and understanding. The golden brown and forest green mixed together so beautifully, never failing to take Kurts breath away. How a sparkling gold fenced in the browns and greens, immediately entrancing anyone who dared look into them. Something out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the passenger seat. It was Blaines Dalton hoodie. Shaking his head in an attempt to wake himself up, he turned the key in the ignition, hoping the roar of the engine wouldnt wake anybody up. But nothing happened. With a confused look on his face Kurt tried once again to start up his car. Nothing.

"Dammit." Kurt whispered to himself. "Well this is just fantastic..."

He got out of his car, taking the jacket that Blaine had left in the passenger seat earlier that week. Kurt leaned against his car and held the jacket to his chest. Bringing it up to his face, he breathed in the scent that he was so familiar with. A scent that brought comfort and warmth. The perfect mixture of overly priced cologne and vanilla. A smile tugged at the corner of his thin lips at the memory of the last time Blaine was in his car. They had just gotten out of school; they both had finals that day, being that summer was just around the corner. Blaine had stayed up that entire night helping Kurt cram for his Chemistry final, insisting that Kurt knew each formula frontwards and backwards. Kurt smiled, remembering how disheveled Blaines hair had become after hours of studying; a few loose curls sprang free from his hair product. At some point during the long car ride home, Blaine had placed his hand on Kurts knee. Lazily stroking his hand up and down his thigh. Kurt threw Blaine a look that said "dont you dare Blaine Anderson." A few stokes later Kurt pulled to the side of the road and practically flung himself onto Blaine. The gear shift digging painfully into his rib cage.

"Blaine."

"Mmm?" Blaines mouth grazed Kurts jaw line. His breath warming Kurts neck.

"Unless you want your boyfriend to be impaled I suggest we take this to the back." Quirking an eyebrow Kurt climbed over the counsel and immediately found himself pinned down to the leather interior. Blaines eyes were dark, full of desire and need. He pressed sloppy, urgent kisses to any part of Kurt he could find. The tip of his nose. His neck. Forehead.

"Are you planning on taking off this sweatshirt or should I do it myself?" Blaines breathe was hot in his ear. Trapping his breathe in his throat. Kurt practically tore it off of Blaine, flinging it to the front portion of the car.

The windows were fogged up and he had 3 missed calls from Burt. "Shit. I forgot we were supposed to have dinner with Burt and Carole tonight."

"Oops." Blaine nuzzled his face into the nook of Kurts neck. Inhaling deeply. He pressed a gentle kiss to his collar bone. "I guess we had dessert before dinner, huh?" He raised an eyebrow and dropped his chin on Kurts chest.

"Youre awful, you know that?"

"Yup. And you, still love me."

"Im thinking about it." Kurt placed his hand on the back of Blaines neck. His dark curls entangled themselves in Kurts slender fingers. That was the last time Kurt had seen Blaine truly happy.

The sudden vibration from his phone pulled out of his daydream.

Please.

His heart beated faster, what could Blaine possibly need at 3:50 in the morning? Kurt shook his head, the memory of Blaines lips on his sent a warm feeling through his tired body. He looked out of the open garage door at the rain, pouring almost desperately on the gravel. Knowing what he was about to do was completely insane, yet oh so hopelessly romantic. He put on his boyfriends jacket, pulling up the hood, and set out to his destination. He knew the route to Blaines house like he knew every Vogue cover. It would take approximately 20 minutes to get there, but he didnt care. Blaine needed him. That was the only thought crowding his head