Blaine knew something was wrong from the moment he turned the corner of his street on his motorbike.

The door of his caravan was standing wide open and the little light it had was burning.

His heart started hammering in his chest as he carefully made his way towards the close by bush that was just big enough for him to hide and his bike which he lay carefully on the ground.

With shaking hands he took his phone out of his pocket and started calling the only number in his phone.

“Hi Blaine, you got home ok,” he heard Kurt ask from the other side.

Blaine peeked behind the bush, not really knowing what to say as he looked at his home.

“Blaine,” he heard Kurt ask worriedly from the other side of the line.

It seemed to knock Blaine finally to his senses as he finally answered Kurt. “Hi, can't talk much. The door is standing open,” Blaine whispered quietly in the phone.

When Kurt answered, he voice sounded fully panicked. It made Blaine's heart clench a little, “you are not going in there, you hear me. Please, go to my dad's. Sleep there for the night and go back with him in the morning.”

Blaine was deep in thought as he heard Kurt speak once again in the phone. “Please Blaine,” Kurt begged, “I can't bear the thought of you sleeping there when it's not save.”

It was then that Blaine saw a shim walk past the window inside the caravan. It looked like someone was peeking outside and taking a glance on the road.

“I think someone is there still inside. I'm going to drive to your dads, just let him know ok,” Blaine whispered as he watched the shim walk away from the window.

He ended the call and took his motorbike from the ground, and trapped it to life as he speeded out of the street, hoping that when he came back the next morning, his stuff would still be there.

Blaine parked his bike in front of the Hummel home. He stepped of the bike and carefully placed it as close to the wall as possible.

When he looked up, he was met by Burt Hummel standing in the doorway in his pajamas.

“Come in kiddo,” Burt said as he held open the door widely for Blaine.

Blaine just nodded his head as he walked past Burt and carefully put his shoes at the door.

Burt leaded them towards the living room where 2 cups of hot chocolate were waiting on the small side table.

Burt took a seat in the only single chair and pointed towards the sofa for him to take a seat.

Blaine took it gratefully before he took a sip of the warm hot chocolate.

Burt sighed deeply as he lifted his cap and went with his hand over his bald head. “Blaine, I know we didn't hit of that well the first time you came over here but I thought we were getting better at this.” Burt said as he pointed between them.  “I need you to know that I won't judge you ok. I don't even need to know the whole story. I just need to know that you are safe where you are and why Kurt send me a text so worriedly.”

Blaine sighed. He knew he couldn't keep things a secret for longer. “There was someone in my caravan.”

Burt seemed to frown a bit and Blaine wasn't too sure if it was about the caravan part of the part about someone being in his home.

“Who,” asked Burt.

Blaine shrugged, “I don't know honestly. I didn't went close enough. I saw someone peeking through the window though and I'm pretty sure they saw me leave.”

Burt nodded his head, “how about you stay here for the night and tomorrow I come with you and we see if everything is safe. If it isn't safe, I'd rather have you here than sleeping there.”

Blaine frowned. “It's not your place to decide where I sleep,” he said a little harshly.

Burt shrugged, “maybe not but you became part of my responsibility when you got involved with my son.”

Blaine just nodded his head, wondering if Burt really meant it.

“So for tonight, you can sleep in Kurt's room but I warn you, I wouldn't move too many stuff around. He is kind of strict on where everything stands and most of all on his products,” Burt chuckled.

Blaine couldn't help but smile a bit at that. He was definitely going to check out Kurt's room.

Blaine drank the last bit of his hot chocolate before he started standing up, ready to lock himself up in Kurt's room.

He turned around and started making his way towards the stairway.

He was just about to take the first step when Burt called out his name. Blaine turned around curiously as he watched Burt stand up with the 2 empty cups and make his way towards the kitchen.

“Don't forget to call Kurt. I bet you he is worried right now,” Burt said with a nod before he disappeared in the kitchen.

Blaine smiled a little at the thought of a worried Kurt before he turned around and made his way up the stairs, not needing any directions because he had been there before.

He made his way towards Kurt's door and made his way inside before jumping on the bed and laying himself flat on the soft blankets. It was such a difference with the blankets he had in his caravan.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and started dialing the familiar number.

He listened as it dialed only once before he heard Kurt's relieved voice, “Oh thank god Blaine. Are you at my dad's?”

Blaine smiled softly, “Yeah I'm safe. You don't have to worry.”

He heard Kurt take a big deep breath before he heard him mumble something that sounded oddly like thank god once again.

“I'm actually in your room at the moment,” Blaine said with a smirk as he played with the duvet he was laying on.

He heard Kurt chuckle on the other side, “You better not move anything.”

Blaine let out a full belly laugh, “I wouldn't dare. Your dad did say something about you being very strict on where everything stands.”

He could almost see Kurt roll his eyes on the other side, “you better listen to him.”

Blaine chuckled once more, “I'll try to.”

Blaine was about to talk a little more when he heard some noise on the background. “You are not alone, are you,” Blaine asked.

“No not really. Jeff and Nick are here for a movie night,” Kurt said as he seemed to say something to Jeff and Nick.

“Well how about you get back to the movie? I'm safe now and I'll call you tomorrow morning?”

“I would like that,” he heard Kurt sigh on the other side.

“Hear you tomorrow Kurt. Good night,” Blaine said softly. He waited until Kurt softly said good night back before he turned off the phone.

He jumped out of the bed and looked around for a pair of pajama pants he could wear but found nothing that would really fit him until he found some of Kurt's jogging pants. There was no way he was going to let the fashionista let that down.

He carefully put on the pajama pants before nestling himself back on the bed, nuzzling his face into the fluffy pillow that smelled exactly like Kurt.

It was the only thing he needed before he fell fast asleep. With only Kurt on his mind.