Blaine was gone.

He had decided to let the nurses do what they had to do; he didnt want this to go any slower than this already was.

It had been about half an hour since Blaine had left and he was about to be signed out. His dad was at the front desk while he stood by the front door looking out. Maybe Blaine would change his mind and come back?

"Ready to go Bud?" his dad tapped him on the shoulder and he nodded lazily.

They walked out of the hospital. "Whats wrong?" Burt asked and he turned to him stopping in his tracks.

"Hes gone," he whispered.

"Whos gone?" His dad asked and he frowned.

"Blaine dad! Blaines gone!" He yelled.

"Dont talk to me like that Kurt, where did he go?"

"I dont know, I tried to stop him, oh god I think Im in love with him dad," he said starting to panic.

Burt came closer and pulled him into his arms. "Im sorry son; do you have any idea where he would go?"

He shook his head. "No, he just said that he couldnt stay here anymore, what if he gets hurt dad?" He said tears starting to fall down his face.

"If you dont know where hes going then the only thing that we can do is call his parents".

"We cant do that dad," Kurt said quietly.

"And why not?" His dad said suspiciously.

"Because they kicked him out not long ago, hes been living on the streets," he said not looking into Burts eyes.

"Kurt, why the hell didnt you tell me that? The kid could have stayed with us!"

"I tried but he didnt want it, he wanted to be alone. It was like he thought he didnt deserve a family and I tried to help him, I want so badly to help him but it was hard," Kurt said wiping the tears they were falling furiously down his face.

"Poor kid, his parents should be reported," Burt mumbled.

"That could drag him straight back into all the mess with in his parents, I think doing that might finally break him," he said running a hand through his hair.

"I dont know what to do, he could be anywhere Kurt, and maybe we should just go home and think about it?" His dad asked but he shook his head.

"No, I will find him!" He said seriously making his dad nod.

"Do you want help?" Burt asked.

"No, just your car," Kurt said not wanting to get his dad anymore involved.

Burt sighed before handing over his keys. "Go find him, but dont damage my car, or yourself," Burt added on pulling him into a tight hug.

All of the wounds on Kurts face had faded considerably and were almost invisible.

"Ill try," Kurt said with a smirk before running towards his dads car.

He climbed into the black four by four and started it up immediately; he pulled out of the parking lot giving Burt a small nod of appreciation before turning left.

He really didnt have a clue of where Blaine would go. He would have to just keep driving and hope that he came across him.

…

After two hours of driving he was starting to think that finding Blaine wasnt going to happen. He pulled over to the side of the road and leaned his head against his steering wheel.

During the journey he had called Blaines mobile a couple of times but got nothing. Blaine had disappeared and he was stupid to think that he was going to find someone who didnt want to be found.

He was getting ready to turn around and go back home. He sighed angry tears rolling down his face as he put his car into gear and pulled a U-turn before heading back towards his house.

…

He walked into his house slamming the door behind him.

"Kurt? Did you find him?" He heard his dad rushing towards him.

He shook his head looking towards the ground. "Im not giving up, Ill never give up but I need to find out where he would go unless Ill never find him," he whispered exhausted.

"Ok bud, why dont you get some rest?" Burt said and he nodded.

"Why did he leave?" Burt asked and he looked up.

"I not 100% sure, but I think he blames himself for what happened and he doesnt want to come between our relationship. He and his dad didnt get along and he didnt want that to happen to us and I know that sounds ridiculous but hes really troubled dad," he said and Burt nodded.

He felt his dad take him lightly by the arm leading him to his room; he laid down on the bed the soft fabrics making him more tired.

"I need him," he whispered through exhausted tears.

"Well find him I promise," Burt said and he felt the cover being draped over him.

He couldnt keep his eyes open, they slid closed and he slipped into a deep sleep.