Kurt hated these lonely train rides back to New York.

Waking up next to Blaine was so amazing – made better by the fact that Blaine wore Kurt's pajama pants and no underwear underneath them – but the moment was short-lived when both boys realized that their time together was coming to a quick end.

They readied themselves for their day; Blaine had a quiz in Chemistry so he reviewed his notes as Kurt packed the remainder of his belongings. They moved in relative silence with the exception of a few "can you pass me that?" or "do you remember this covalent bond formula?" Once both were ready, had said goodbye to Blaine's parents, and grabbed bagels from the pantry, they headed off to the train station. Kurt said he could have gotten a ride to the station from someone else since he knew Blaine would want to spend the morning reviewing his notes, but Blaine would hear nothing of it and decided he could take Kurt to his early train and review his notes at The Lima Bean until school started

The ride in the car was also spent in relative silence, the music turned on but barely audible, as they held hands over the center console. Each time they parted, it felt like Kurt's heart was tearing a little more. It was nearly Halloween and they still had a few months left in Blaine's school year before New York became a reality.

As Blaine pulled into the train station, he heard him sigh with sadness as he cut the ignition. "I hate this," he muttered, not wanting to meet Kurt's gaze.

"I know," Kurt said. "I hate it too." He squeezed Blaine's hand hoping Blaine would look at him. Once he did, he was practically heartbroken as he saw the tears quietly spilling from Blaine's eyes. Kurt took his free hand and brushed the tears from Blaine's cheek. The scruff on his cheek scratched lightly against Kurt's hand as he caught each drop that trickled from his honey eyes.

"I don't want you to leave," Blaine whispered, more tears grazing Kurt's fingertips.

He brushed his thumb against Blaine's cheek and smiled slightly, trying to keep his own eyes from spilling over. "I don't want to leave either. This weekend has been fantastic and I know there are so many more to come. I love you. I'll always love you. And each moment we have to spend apart makes me want to make up for it tenfold when we're together."

Blaine smiled at this and took his hand from Kurt's and placed it on his cheek. He smiled at the warmth of his hands on his face as he leaned forward to catch Blaine's lips into his own. He could still taste some of Blaine's tears mixed with the sting of his minty chapstick as he pressed harder, trying to make this kiss take away some of the pain they were both feeling in their chests. Pulling away, he knew that the kiss hadn't worked – that they would both feel only partially complete until they saw each other again – but it certainly helped in this moment.

"I love you so much," Blaine said as he stared into Kurt's now open eyes.

"I know. I love you too."

Their sweet exchange was soon over as Kurt rushed to make the train, not wanting to let go of Blaine until the last minute possible. Each weekend they shared together like this only showed them how much they were meant to be together and how being apart hurt them more than words could express. Now he sat on the train with a magazine in his lap but he hadn't changed the page since he boarded as his mind swirled – lost in thought.

He looked at his watch again and noticed that only 20 minutes had passed since he left the station even though it felt like hours. Kurt's memories flickered through the moments of the weekend and even the few minutes before he boarded the train as he watched the trees pass by the windows as they sped by. He thought about their hot air balloon ride, their dinners together, their more… intimate moments, his conversation with Mrs. A and finally to Blaine's dad. He couldn't believe he managed to think through all of those things in such a short time, but with Blaine, each weekend felt like an eternity and the blink of an eye at the same time so it really wasn't that unusual that so much happened in such a short amount of time.

Kurt realized that in his haste, he'd forgotten to call his dad and say that he was leaving. Burt wouldn't be worried, but he hadn't seen much of his dad that weekend. He wasn't there to see his dad, but he did miss him – a lot. Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his father's number off the top of his head. It was the only number he had memorized since he was a child.

Kurt only had to wait one ring before Burt picked up.

"Hey Kurt! I'm guessing you made it on the train."

Kurt blushed. Of course his dad had memorized his itinerary. And realized that Kurt was late in calling him. "Yeah. Sorry I didn't call sooner."

"It's okay, I know how much you hate saying goodbye to Blaine. I wouldn't have wanted you to call me all depressed anyway. You're much less fun that way."

Kurt laughed slightly. "Well, we couldn't have that now, could we?" Kurt paused for a minute, lost in his thoughts again.

"Kurt, is everything okay? Normally you're chatting my ear off about your weekend with Blaine at this point and how much you miss him, but you're quiet. And you're never quiet."

He sighed. "I'm just worried about Blaine, dad. He's lonely in Lima. He misses his friends at Dalton, I can tell. He misses Cooper. And his dad is having some problems."

"What's wrong with his dad? Is he upset with Blaine over your relationship? I thought that he and Blaine had come a long way in their understanding of each other." Kurt could hear the edge in Burt's voice, sounding a little put out by the possibility that Mr. Anderson might not have been as okay with Blaine's sexuality and relationship with Kurt as he said he was.

"No, no. That's not it at all. Mr. A is totally fine with Blaine – and with us. He actually lost his job last week."

"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Yeah. And Blaine's worried about it. I know it's an adult situation, but Blaine and his eagerness to help anyone wants to help out somehow but he's just stressing himself out. And his parents aren't exactly hurting for money, but Blaine just wants to help."

Burt laughed. "It's one of the reasons I like him so much."

Kurt smiled. "Me too."

"Well, Kurt, you're right that it's an adult situation that his parents really need to worry about. Back when you were a kid, your mom lost her job around the time you were starting kindergarten. It was hard at the time, but she ended up finding something else a few months later. Before she…" Burt didn't need to finish. Kurt knew where the story was going. "Anyway, I can certainly see if I have any connections that I can connect him with. Being a congressman has to come in handy some time, right?"

"Dad, you don't have to…"

Burt interrupted. "I know I don't have to. But Dennis is a great guy so I want to help him. I would if it was any one of my friends – whether or not he happens to be the father of my kid's boyfriend."

Kurt smiled. "Have I mentioned how you're the best dad ever?"

"I do have a mug you made me when you were 7 that tells me that every morning," he said, laughing. Kurt started laughing too, thinking of the mug he painted for his dad that Father's Day. Despite the fact that he spelled "world" wrong and that the word "best" took up half the mug, Burt still insisted on using it regularly at the shop. "Look, I'll give Dennis a call and see how things are. I won't pry or anything, but I do want to help if I can."

"That's great, dad. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"Of course. And you just tell Blaine to stop worrying. I know normally he'd be the first to tell you to stop worrying, but I think it might be your turn to remind him."

"This certainly would be a first in our relationship. Although we had another first this weekend…"

Burt interjected, "whoa, whoa. Please don't talk to me about that kind of stuff, Kurt. There are some things I just want to be naïve about."

"Dad! That's not what I meant! Oh my god I'm so embarrassed. No, uh – we went on a hot air balloon ride together."

"Oh thank god. I did not want to hear about…"

"DAD!"

"Okay, okay. So how was this hot air balloon ride?"

Kurt had rambled on about his perfect day for Blaine and how many photos he'd taken of him and Blaine that day and before he knew it, he was already in Pennsylvania and the conversation had lasted over an hour.

"Whoa, dad. I'm sorry, I've been talking your ear off and I'm sure you need to get to work. Can we Skype sometime this week?"

"I'd love it. And don't apologize for talking to me. I can always make time for you, Kurt. But I better go. Let's plan on Thursday night for Skype time, okay?"

"That sounds great. And thanks dad. For everything."

"Of course. I love you."

"Love you too, dad."

As Kurt ended the call, he smiled to himself. He really did have the world's best dad – and he hoped he would also be a superhero and help the Andersons with their current dilemma.