"No," Kurt said slightly annoyed. Trying to maneuver through the front door with three new canvases, a bag fill of new paints, some grocery's, and his cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear. It probably wasn't the best tactic of getting through a front door. Rachel always seemed to call him at the most inconvenient times. Kurt's keys had slipped to the floor once already; he didn't need it to happen again.

Rachel called in a panic saying, well actually practically screaming in his ear, that something had happened on his street and that the police force was blocking it out. She had told him not to come home, if he was out, because there was no way he would be able to go home or get down any of the surrounding streets with our having some sort of trouble with traffic. But Kurt had already drove to his apartment and found his way into the parking garage (He had used the car again today) without seeing any accident that Rachel had mention moments ago.

"No Rachel, I'm positive. I'm walking through my front door as we speak." Kurt answered his annoying friend.

"Seriously?" Rachel's voice was still filled with slight panic as Kurt told her of these events.

"Yes Rachel. I'm dead serious. There is absolutely nothing wrong on my street or in front of my home. I got in here perfectly okay, no problems what so ever. How reliable is your source for this anyway, Rachel?" Kurt asked placing the bags and his keys on to the counter

"It was – Um, it was on the news," Rachel spat out quickly.

"The news? Are you sure you had the right street?" Kurt rolled his eyes grabbing his glass and filling it with water.

"Of course, I'm sure!" Rachel exclaimed starting to sound really defenseless. There was silence until Rachel added, "Okay, well maybe I got the street wrong." She spoke fast and quiet. Kurt shook his head.

"Look Rachel, I got to go. I have so much work to do. I have four paintings to finish for my art show and leaving for Ohio in a few days isn't really going to help me much. So I need all the time I can get before I leave, because lord knows if I'll be able to do any painting back home with all that craziness." Kurt sighed into the phone. "I still can't believe some bitch broke in and destroyed three of my fucking paintings!" Kurt felt anger began to rise in his chest. "I only had to do one more painting!" Kurt practically yelled into the phone.

"Yeah, some bitch," Rachel's voice was quiet and sounded nervous but Kurt was too angry to notice the slight change in her attitude. "Hey! Can I come over?"

"Rachel, look, I love you and all but I just have so much work to do. I don't need you as an extra distraction with all my other distraction I already have." Kurt's voice decrescendo.

"But Kurrrrt, please! I know how busy you are and how distracted you are. I know Blaine's been away from you for a few days and I know that you hardly get to talk to him because of his busy schedule. And I know you are bringing yourself down each day from missing him so much. So please let me come over and spend time with you. I miss you,' Rachel pleaded.

"We'll get to see each other when we've in Ohio," Kurt tried, ignoring her pleading.

"Yeah, but that's so far away." Rachel whined. "Please Kurt, don't shut me out. I won't let you, not this time." Kurt rubbed his temples in aggregation. Rachel's words brought him back to high school when the bullying getting so bad that he starting shutting out every one, but he quickly pushed them away not wanting to remember those horrible days and how Blaine had saved him. That would only just make his feel worse and miss Blaine even move then he already did. Kurt looked over the refrigerator rereading the sticky notes that were left there feeling a slight pang in his chest.

He knew that Rachel wouldn't stop asking or pleading until he said yes. Kurt thought about hanging up, but if he did that then should just keep calling and then if he didn't answer Kurt knew that Rachel would just end up at his house within the hour.

"Fine Rachel," Kurt sighed into the phone. He heard Rachel squealed on to the other line. "But!" He quickly added. "I have loads of work to do. So please, no messing around because then I will have to kick you out." He scolded.

"I won't, promise. Love you, see you soon," Rachel yelled excitedly and hung up before Kurt could respond. Kurt rolled his eyes putting his phone down. Staring at the bag on his kitchen table he began to put the groceries away. He slightly hoped that Rachel would make him forget about Blaine today so he could work without the slight pang in his heart.

After everything was put away, Kurt made himself cup of coffee and enough for Rachel if she wanted some when she got there. He grabbed all the new paints he bought and the canvases and walked to his studio. Sighing as he entered noticing how messy it was in there, he really needed to clean. Paint spattered everywhere, empty paint jars and messed up paint brushes laid around the trash can, destroyed canvases sat in the far corner.

Kurt placed three canvases on the ground and placed the fourth on the easel that was recently replaced into the center of his studio. He backed away and stared at the blank canvas wondering what to do. He was lost on what to paint, he had no inspiration. Ander was building up in Kurt again. He was frustrated. He was pissed that he had four painting to do and no inspiration. He just didn't know what to do. Kurt walked over to the window arms wrapped tightly around him. Staring like it was his job into the sun filled streets of New York. Memories rushed into his mind. Kurt remembered how the slightest touches from Blaine would spark an idea for a painting. Their fingertips grazing each other, a brush of their knees when sitting at the small table in their favorite coffee shop or when Blaine's lips on his neck. Blaine was his inspiration and without Blaine he had nothing. He needed his inspiration back but he knew he couldn't get it.

Exhaling sharply trying to hold back tears, Kurt turned away from the window and walked over to the desk with all the art supplies on it. He couldn't cry. He was a baby and he knew it. Blaine was away for a few days, that's it and what did Kurt do? Depressed, crying, and missing him. Kurt hated this. He hated feeling like this and he hated how this happened. Beside Rachel was going to be there soon and Kurt couldn't let Rachel know how right she was.

He got all his supplies together so he could try and attempt to paint something half way decent to be placed in the show. Turning to face the easel, he noticed a box sitting in the corner of the studio that wasn't there before. He stared at it confused. Kurt knew for a fact that it wasn't there yesterday and that it wasn't there earlier this morning. Kurt also knew that he didn't put it there.

Walking cautiously over to the randomly placed cardboard box, Kurt pondered where the hell it came from. Kurt kneeled to the ground in front of the box. A piece of paper was attached to the top of the closed box. Picking it up, Kurt read it out loud.

Dear Kurt,

In this box there are nine brand new bottles of paint in various colors. Not just any paints though, but the ones you always wanted to get but you didn't because they were too expensive.

Now I don't want you to think of the price, because anything I would get for you is priceless to me. I would buy you the world no matter what the cost was, but buying the world isn't possible. I checked.

Anyway, enjoy these paints use them for your last few paintings that you need to do for your art show.

Love you always,
Blaine

PS I have a pound of blue m&m's in there as well. I know how they are your guilty pleasure. ;]

Tears ran down Kurt face as he reread the letter over and over again. He opened the box to find, just like the letter had said, nine brand new paint bottles, the ones that Kurt always wanted. And a bag of light blue m&m's.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, white, and black paints lining the box.

Kurt fell completely to the ground letting out a loud sob. His hand clutched Blaine's letter with dear life, afraid if he let it go, Blaine would go as well.

"Kurt?" Rachel's voice echoed through Kurt's quiet sobbing. Kurt looked up slightly shocked to find Rachel at his studio door. He would have been afraid of what Rachel would say, but he was too busy crying his eyes out to even think about the judgmental thoughts she might possibly have. Rachel gasped spotting Kurt in the corner of the room crying into a box. Rushing over, she kneeled down in next to him. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Rachel asked in a panicked voice.

"He's- he's such a good- good, boyfriend… to me," Kurt's words were broken by his sobs, tears running down his face. Rachel stared at him confused. She didn't know what he meant and she didn't understand why he was crying.

"I don't-," Rachel looked at Kurt, sadness filling her eyes. She saw how his left hand gripped a piece of paper tightly. "I don't understand…"

"I'm- I'm a terrible… boyfriend, Rachel," Kurt sobbing continued. "He's does all this –this sweet, caring shit… and – and how do I re- repay him?" Kurt's voice was rising a bit. "By- By being a fuckin' terrible boyfriend!" Kurt yelled. Rachel stared wide eyed at him, was he for real?

"Why am I such a terrible boyfriend?" Kurt asked his wet eyes were wide and tearful; his voice broke Rachel's heart right in half. Rachel didn't know what to say so she said the first thing that came to mind.

"You're not, Kurt. You are not terrible," Rachel spoke softly. Kurt didn't respond; he just fell into Rachel's arms sobbing.