Kurt stirred and opened his eyes; he turned and looked at the clock. 5:23am.

He couldnt sleep not without knowing where Blaine was; he had been continuously waking up through the night looking at the time before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep.

He sat up and swiveled his legs so they were hanging out of the bed looking towards the window.

Blaine was out there somewhere.

He stood and rushed towards hid dresser pulling clothes out of it and pulling them on before running down the stairs. Grabbing a piece of paper he scribbled a note for his dad before taking his dads keys.

Running out to the car he promises that he wasnt going to come home until he finds Blaine. He climbs into the car and starts the engine before pulling out of the drive way and onto the road.

…..

Kurt didnt know how long he had been driving around but he wasnt going to stop, not until he found Blaine.

He was about to resort to asking people if they had seen him. He pulled the car over and climbed out; he turned and walked down a small street.

He saw a couple of people walking towards him and stopped them.

"Excuse me, have you seen a boy who has dark curly hair, brown eyes and about this tall?" He asked raising his hand to how tall he remembered Blaine being.

The couple looked at him like he was crazy before shaking their heads.

"No, sorry," they said edging their way around him and carrying on down the street.

Damn it, he thought looking around seeing no one else on the street. He turned walking back towards his car. He knew that this was never going to work; he reached the car and climbed back in leaning his head on the steering wheel. He felt tear start to run down his face, he was never going to find him.

He looked up and pulled back on to the road, if he wanted to find him he had to be more practical.

He drove onto the next road stopping when he saw a supermarket; he needed to get some food or something with caffeine. He drove the car into the car park and making his was towards the store.

As he entered he felt a small chill hit him sending a shiver down his spine. He looked around and walked towards what looked like a coffee machine.

As he pulled a cup from the side of the coffee machine, he saw a police officer walk out from the back. He paused; maybe he should report Blaine missing. He didnt care what Blaine wanted anymore, he just wanted him to be safe.

He put the cup back on the table and walked after the officer.

"Excuse me," he said catching up and tapping on the officers shoulder.

"Can I help you?" The man asked turning to him raising an eyebrow.

"I want to report a missing person, his names Blaine, he has dark curly hair, brown eyes and is about this tall," he said using his hands again to show Blaines height.

"Really? How long has he been missing?" The officer said looking confused.

"A couple of days, please I have to find him," he begged.

"Blaine Anderson? Hes not missing, I took him home yesterday," the officer replied and his mouth fell open.

"W-what?" He said.

"I caught him try to steal some chocolate bars or something, I gave him a warning and had to take him home because hes a minor," the officer said and he nearly fell over.

"Home, home?" He asked feeling dizzy.

"Yes, his dad looked happy to see him. Why do you look like youre going to throw up?" The officer said.

He didnt say anything else, he found himself running out of the store and towards his car. This couldnt be happening.

He pulled out of the car park quickly almost crashing into a car after cutting them off. He rushed towards Blaines house.

He didnt know how far he had gone from home but with every minute he felt his heart beating faster. After an hour he felt like he was in full panic mode, he didnt know he had driven this long.

Twenty minutes later he pulled onto Blaines street, he parked a fair way from the house and climbed out walking towards the house.

He paused just before he got to the house, questions running thought his mind. What if he was still in the house? It wasnt like Blaines dad was going to tell him hes there is it? What if Blaine had left? What if he had hurt Blaine?

He pushed the questions to the back of his mind and walked into the garden towards the front door. He closed his eyes and knocked three times, his eyes opening again when he head movement inside coming towards the door.

The door opened and a man who looked a little like Blaine appeared at the door.

"Yes?" The man asked in a rough tone.

"I-I was wondering if you had seen Blaine?" He asked stumbling over his words.

"No, havent seen him in at least a week," the man said trying to slam the door but he put his foot in the way. He knew he was lying; the police officer had taken him here and had said that Blaines dad had been happy to see him.

"Where is he?" He said pushing against the door.

Suddenly Blaines dad let the door swing open and he flew inside, he landed on the floor and the front door was closed behind him.

"What are you doing?" He said backing away and Blaines dad walked towards him.

"You want to see Blaine dont you?" Blaines dad said simply with a shrug.

"Yes," he replied.

"Then follow me," Blaines dad continued and turned walking towards the stairs. He knew that Kurt was going to follow him and he was right, he stood and followed slowly behind him.

He started to ascend the stairs, following Blaines dad to the top.

"Where is he?" He asked again scared of the answer.

"Just through there," he pointed to a door. He knew this was a trick, he could see it on the mans face but if there was a chance that Blaine was here then he needed to take it.

He continued walking, getting closer and closer to the door to where Blaines dad was pointing to.

Blaines dad opened the door and he peaked his head round, his heart shrinking and twisting. Blaine was there on the floor, he didnt seem to be conscious, and there was blood on the floor next to where he laid.

He ran forward into the room aware of Blaines dad shutting it behind him and knelt next to Blaine.

"Blaine?" he said though it came out more like a sob. He slowly shook him but there wasnt a response. "Blaine?!" He said a little louder. Nothing.

He slowly lifted Blaine wrist looking for a pulse. He took a long sigh of relief as he found a strong beat beneath his fingertips.

But Blaine wasnt waking up.

He went into his pocket and pulled out his phone glad that he still had it on his person. He went to call an ambulance but he noticed that he didnt have any signal.

"Shit," he said standing up and walking around the room seeing if he could find anywhere in the room he could find signal.

After a few minutes he gave up and walked back towards Blaine, he dropped to his knees next to him.

He leaned down and push Blaines hair away from his eyes, he turned Blaines head slightly noticing that the blood on the floor was coming from his head. He studied his head until he found a small cut and bump on the back of it, he remembered learning that head wounds bled a lot so maybe the wound didnt look a serious as it looked.

He looked down at his hoodie and unzipped and took it off before pulling of his t-shirt. He began to rip the shirt making it into a bandage for Blaines head, slowly wrapping it around and pulling it tight enough to stay on but not enough to hurt him.

He stood walking to the door of the room and banged on it loudly.

"Lets us out! Your son needs medical help!" He yelled thumping on the door as hard as he could. When there wasnt a response he growled a scream.

He slowly walked back to Blaine. "Please wake up," he said lying down next to him lightly wrapping his arms around Blaines waist. "Please wake up so I can tell you how much I like you, how much I want to be with you," he said tear running down his face. He hid his face in Blaines back, trying not to put pressure on him just in case he was hurt.

"I want to be with you too," a quiet voice choked and his head shot up.

"Blaine?" He said sitting up.

"I missed you," Blaine said looking exhausted.

"I missed you too," Kurt choked tears still flooding down his face.