"You OK?" Wes asked, coming up behind Blaine.

"Kurt and I had a fight," Blaine mumbled against the wall, just loud enough for Wes to hear him. "I was being stupid."

Wes patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. Kurt and Blaine rarely fought. They were always so honest with each other that there was barely a reason to fight. Sure, they got annoyed at each other sometimes and they still had their fights occasionally but they were generally easily resolvable.

"It will be alright," Wes said, "you both just need to cool down."

Blaine nodded, but he still felt horrible.

He barely ate any lunch and sloped off to his next class without enthusiasm. Kurt went and sat next to Jeff, ignoring Blaine completely. There were a few surprised glances in class but nobody dared to say anything. Even the teacher noticed and gave them a surprised look but decided not to comment before starting the class.

When the class was over Kurt headed out with Jeff and Blaine sighed, hanging his head. David patted him on the back and Nick came up to them.

"It will be OK," Nick said, "Jeff's going to talk to him. He'll sort it out, I promise."

"It was all my fault," Blaine sighed heavily, "I got jealous of that stupid gift."

"I've been asking around," Nick told him, "nobody knows anything about it."

"That's odd," Wes said, "maybe someone in New Directions gave it to him."

"I'll text them," Blaine said and pulled out his phone. He sent out a mass text and waited impatiently for them to reply.

They all messaged back with the same answer; No, I didn't give it to him. Blaine bit his bottom lip and frowned.

"That's odd," Wes said, reading the messages over Blaine's shoulder.

"It just doesn't feel right," Blaine replied, a worried feeling starting to churn in his stomach. "I'm going to go after him, guys, I'll see you tomorrow."

The remaining boys murmured their consent, urging him to go after his boyfriend and Blaine did so.

Blaine hurried out of the building to find Kurt and saw him heading to his car. "KURT!" Blaine called and Kurt turned around. He stopped walking but his face was still closed over. Blaine ran to him and came to a halt in front of his boyfriend. "I'm sorry," Blaine apologised profusely, "God, Kurt, I'm so sorry. I was stupid and jealous and mean and you're right. I wasn't acting myself and I apologize for making you feel the way I did."

Kurt sighed and let the mask fall, letting his features become animated at long last. "There's nothing to be jealous of, Blaine," Kurt sighed, "you know I love you and how much you mean to me. I'm never ashamed to be with you and I never will be."

"I know that," Blaine vowed, taking Kurt's hand and cheered inwardly when Kurt didn't pull away. "I still can't believe that you love me so much. I don't know what I did deserve such a wonderful man. My best friend," Blaine whispered, tears prickling his eyes.

"I'll always be your best friend," Kurt urged, "You know that. I don't know what I did to deserve you, Blaine; you're so perfect."

"No I'm not," Blaine muttered, letting his gaze drop to the floor.

"You're perfect to me," Kurt whispered and gently cupped Blaine's cheek. Blaine looked in Kurt's eyes and saw that he was sincere.

"I love you so much," Blaine told him, truthfully.

"I love you, too, baby," Kurt smiled.

"I'm so sorry," Blaine said and pulled Kurt into a tight hug.

"I know you are," Kurt whispered in his ear. "It's alright." They stayed in their embrace for a while before pulling away. "How about we go home, watch a movie and be disgustingly cute again?" Kurt suggested and Blaine beamed.

"That would be amazing," Blaine replied and Kurt smiled.

"You get a movie from your place and bring it around to mine," Kurt told him. "I'll meet you there."

Blaine nodded and pressed a lingering kiss to Kurt's lips. They got in their separate cars and headed home.

Once Blaine had gotten home, he hurriedly changed out of his uniform and into something more casual. He rifled through the DVD collection for Kurt's favourite movies and went to the cupboard to get some un-buttered popcorn for Kurt, knowing that he liked a semi-healthier version.

Blaine grabbed his things and got back in his car and started driving to Kurt's house, the route already engraved into his mind. He pulled his car off to the side of the road and jumped out. Locking the car behind him, he headed straight into the house. He slipped inside, shutting the door loudly to let Kurt know that he was home. His mind instantly skipped forward to a time when he would be coming home from work, Kurt waiting for him. A smile stretched itself across his face at the thought. Blaine went straight into the living room, dropping the DVD cases on to the small coffee table before heading to the kitchen to make the popcorn.

"Kurt?" Blaine called loudly, his voice echoing around the house. As Blaine pulled out a bowl for the popcorn, he heard footsteps and turned, smiling as his boyfriend entered the kitchen. His smile dropped though when he saw Kurt's face looking paler than usual. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, worrying scratching at his stomach .He hoped that Kurt hadn't had more time to think on the way home and decided that Blaine was still in trouble for his behaviour.

"There was a present left on my bed," Kurt said shakily and Blaine noticed that Kurt was carrying another small box in his hand. He instantly felt sick at the sight of it.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, his voice carefully controlled. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. Not again.

"It's a talisman," Kurt told him, quietly. "It came with a note explaining that it means my love."

Blaine hands curled into fists and his jaw clenched. "How….thoughtful," he ground out.

"Blaine," Kurt urged, dropping the box onto the counter. "Please, I have nothing to do with this. I don't know who's giving them to me. Don't you think I hate this as much as you do? I just want to be with you and be happy. I would never want anything to mess that up. I'm not asking for this to happen. I would do anything to make it stop."

"It doesn't look that way Kurt," Blaine growled. "They're romantic gifts! You'd only give them to a person you're in love with. How can you be in love with someone you don't know? You must know them!"

"I swear I don't, Blaine! I have no answer to this! I know I'm only in love with you," Kurt cried, tears welling up in his eyes. "Blaine, I love you. Only you. There's no one but you and there never will be! I never want there to be."

"Then who's giving them to you, Kurt? Because it's not me," Blaine yelled and tear rolled down Kurt's cheek.

"Don't yell at me!" Kurt snapped back, anger flaring in his eyes. "I haven't done anything. I don't even want the stupid gifts! You know I hate getting expensive things from you, from anyone. Why would I make an exception for someone I don't even know?"

"Is it someone from Dalton?" Blaine growled and Kurt let out a frustrated scream.

"I told you I don't know!" Kurt yelled. "I can't believe you don't trust me, after everything. I can't-I can't even look at you." Kurt turned on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen. Blaine jumped when he heard the front door slam and guilt built inside him as he heard Kurt's engine roar to life.

Slowly, Blaine's hand unclenched and his shoulders slumped. Tears began to fall and he sniffed, wiping them away absently. He had done it again. "This isn't happening?" Blaine wailed, more tears continuing to slip.

Kurt pulled out of the drive way and sped off down the street. His vision was obscured by his angry tears and he choked back a sob. He was indescribably hurt by Blaine. He couldn't understand how his best friend, his boyfriend, didn't trust that he had nothing to do with this.

Kurt knew that Blaine was a jealous person and that he loved Kurt very much. Rationally, he knew that, but sometimes it got too much for Kurt and they would both need a couple of days apart to cool down. Maybe they needed another few days apart. Kurt decided to drive to Nick's house, knowing that he could trust Nick with what was going on.

Kurt saw a flicker in his peripheral vision before he felt the impact. His whole body jerked and a scream escaped his lips as his car started spinning out of control, glass smashing and showering him as the impact hit.

Kurt hit his head against his window, causing his vision to dance in front of him. His airbag popped and hit him hard, seatbelt crushing his chest. The world finally stopped spinning but everything was still abnormally silent.

He raised his head and lifted an arm to bat away the air bag that was now deflating in front of him, though the movement alone made him feel sick with pain. He was shaking with adrenalin and felt weak. Glass covered his passenger seat and it was all over him as well. He slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, painfully aware of the pain radiating from his chest. Everything hurt.

He was startled when his door opened and a stranger – though he couldn't have been much older than Kurt himself – opened it. He was wearing a red letterman jacket and it took a moment for Kurt to realize that it was the same as Finn's football jacket.

"What –" Kurt slurred but a fist came out of nowhere and punched him across the face. Kurt vision started to blur and the last thing that slipped from his lips was Blaine's name.

Burt came into the kitchen, eager for something to eat after a hard days of work, only to find Blaine sitting on the ground, knees tucked to his chest and his head buried in his arms, shoulders shaking as sobs racked through his body. Burt hurried to him and knelt down, gently placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Are you hurt?" Burt asked and Blaine sniffed, picking his head up a bit.

"Kurt and I had a fight," Blaine sniffed, voice cracking, dropping his head again.

"Come on, up you get," Burt said and pulled Blaine to his feet. Blaine wiped his eyes and sniffed, head hanging low. "You and Kurt have fought before," Burt pointed out, trying to meet Blaine's eyes.

"Not like this," Blaine interrupted, voice monotone.

"What you both need is some space for a couple of days," Burt continued, "just to cool off; so you can think straight, ok?"

"Ok," Blaine said, giving a small smile. Burt nodded and gave Blaine a quick hug. He patted the shorter boy on the shoulder.

"You'll be Ok. You both will," Burt promised and Blaine nodded. He trusted Burt; he trusted Burt's faith in himself and Kurt. There was a knock on the door and Burt frowned.

Both Burt and Blaine headed to the door but Carol had gotten their first. "Hello," she greeted, sounding surprised.

"Is the Hummel-Hudson residence?" Came a deep, unfamiliar voice.

"Yes," Carol replied, forehead wrinkling in confusion.

"May I come in?" Carol opened the door widely, gesturing for the visitor to enter and Burt paled, his knees buckling slightly as he saw a police officer step through the door. Blaine looked up sharply and gasped softly. "Mr Hummel, my name is Officer Matthew Tudor."

"What's going on?" Burt demanded, clutching Carol as she stumbled to Burt, fear coursing through her body.

"I'm afraid your son's car was found in an accident," Matthew said. Fear made Blaine go cold and he started to shake, eyes growing wide. Burt's hand on his shoulder was gripping him painfully tight but it was all that was keeping Blaine from falling to his knees. "The passenger's side has been completely caved in," Matthew continued, his voice controlled, showing no emotion. "Blood was found in the car."

"Where's my son?" Burt demanded, voice cracking with emotion. "Where is he?"

"I'm afraid that's the problem," Matthew said and for the first time Blaine saw a flicker of fear on the man's face. It terrified him. "Mr Hummel, your son wasn't in the car," the police officer informed him. "Witnesses saw a tall boy taking Kurt from the car and placing him in another nearby."

"What does that mean?" Burt growled.

"Sir, I'm afraid Kurt has been abducted." Carol gasped, breaking into tears. Burt's hand clutched Blaine's shoulder tightly but the younger boy felt numb.

Kurt had been taken and it was all his fault.