When Kurt woke up this morning, well afternoon it was twelve something pm, he had no memory of how he made it into his bed. He laid there and pondered the possibilities for an hour or so, but didn't actually remember until he got up and looked in the bathroom mirror. Staring into his puffy red eyes the memories of yesterday flooded their way into his mind.

Falling into Rachel's arms Kurt felt his breathing become harder. When he tried to breath in a sob would hiccup in his throat causing breathing to be harder than he has ever experienced. It must have been hours until Kurt's loud sobs become slight silent crying and dry tears. Rachel held Kurt for dear life afraid of what could happen if she even dared to let go. So she just held him, held on to him like it was her job because as a friend it actually was. She told him soothing words trying to calm him down but Kurt brushed them off like they were nothing important because to him they weren't.

When Kurt had finally cried so much that he fell asleep, Rachel picked up Kurt, surprised that he weighted like nothing, and brought him to his room. She laid him into his bed and pulled the blankets up around his shoulders. Her heart broke again when she watched Kurt search the other side of the bed in his sleep, a distraught look on his face when finding nothing but Blaine's pillow. Kurt had pulled it close to his chest and whimpered.

Rachel stayed a little longer at Kurt's house. Making sure he didn't wake up screaming or woke up planning to do something stupid. Not that she thought that he was going to do anything; she just wanted to be there for him if he had happened to wake up from his deep sleep.

Rachel cleaned the apartment. She cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, cleaned the living room, the bathroom and even picked up Kurt's studio. In the process of cleaning she had found the twelve sticky notes attached to the refrigerator. Reading them over she felt tears fill her eyes. Blaine was really something. She shook her head and walked back to the bedroom where Kurt laid asleep.

Rachel sighed and silently wished Kurt the best before leaving the cozy apartment.

Kurt showered the left over feeling from yesterday down the drain and began working towards the day he'd get to see Blaine again. Thinking about working towards that gave Kurt an idea for painting, so he ran straight to the studio to got started. He knew that he was being a little dramatic yesterday, but that break down completely necessary. It made him think and get back on his feet.

Kurt was so excited that he only had about one week left until he got to see Blaine again; of course he knew that a week was long and could possibly take forever. But he decided to push the negative thoughts away and keep busy with painting to get him through half the week and then use his family for the rest. He knew he'd start this plan off by going to friend from college's Christmas party tonight. Kurt spent an hour getting ready and ran out the door. Tonight was going to be a great night.

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Oh, was Kurt so wrong. This was probably the worse party Kurt had ever been to. The party was far from being great, not even good. The party was complete shit. Kurt had found out a little too late that the party was at strip club and by a little to late, he didn't know until he walked through the entrance. Whoever has a Christmas party at a strip club has got some serious problems, by the way. Of course his friend was straight so they were all girl strippers. Kurt had 2 drinks both having barely any alcohol in them at all. Kurt knew no matter how many drinks he'd have he could never get drunk enough for a girl stripper to be crawling all over him. It just was not appealing to him what so ever.

And even if the strippers were guys and it was a gay bar, Kurt wouldn't want any of them to be within ten feet of him. Kurt had Blaine and Blaine was all he was ever going to need. Kurt didn't need some stupid stripper messing up the most important thing that has ever happened in Kurt life. Yeah, that's totally not going to happen.

Kurt stumbled through the front door, not because he was drunk but because he tripped over the rug that lay right in front of the door. Kurt walked into the kitchen and read over the sticky notes that still were placed on the refrigerator door, but this time when he did it, he smiled and nothing hurt.

Glancing at the clock placed on the wall Kurt read: 9:37 pm. Kurt groaned wishing it was later in the night. There was no way he was going to bed it was too early and he couldn't paint, he was too tried from doing it earlier. Kurt pondered the different possibilities of what he could do, he debated from going back out to do something – to cold, calling Rachel – Kurt didn't know if he could talk to her just yet, or just watching something on TV – there is usually nothing on television Saturday night, though. Right when he was about decide what to do, his phone began to ring.

Kurt thought it was going to be Rachel calling to check up on him and make sure he was alright but he was shocked to find that Blaine's name appeared a crossed the caller I.D.

"Hello?" Kurt answered so fast he didn't even see it happening.

"Hello beautiful," Blaine rough sexy voice rang through the phone.

"Blaine, stop it," Kurt felt heat rise on his face along with a huge smile.

"Hey, Kurt, come on. You are seriously one beautiful person. Believe it or face the wrath of an upcoming tickle war, when we are together again, - that I will win. No matter how many times you kick me," Blaine chuckled.

"You wouldn't, Blaine. You wouldn't. I know how precious your balls are you to," Kurt rolled his eyes but the smile remained on his face wide and bright.

"Hey, Hey. You know love you love my balls," Kurt could practically hear Blaine wink through the phone.

"Oh my god, you did not just say that," Kurt squawked into the phone. "Oh god, I am changing the subject now." Blaine was laughing hard on the other line.

"I can practically see the blush rising on your cheeks from here, babe." Blaine teased.

"How's the weather over there? Dry? Is it hot? If it's humid over there, you better not be using gel, you know that makes your hair look crazy greasy." Kurt ignored Blaine's teasing.

"Fine. Sure. Why not... I miss you." Blaine answered lazily.

Kurt sighed, "I miss you too." More than you know.

"Where are you?" Blaine asked.

"The fabulous boring kitchen, seriously this room is in a desperate need of painting, why?" Kurt asked examining the walls trying to figure out what color would fit best in the dull kitchen, he needed to brighten it. "Oh, we also need to paint our car neon pink." Kurt added.

"What? Paint? – neon pink? You know what that doesn't matter. Go the living room." Blaine said slight confusion filling his voice.

"Why, are you going to magically appear?" Kurt said jokingly, but god did he hope that Blaine would be standing there ready for Kurt to jump in his arms and kiss him fucking senseless.

"Unfortunately not," Blaine sighed. "You know I don't really like Texas. There isn't enough of you here."

"Ha-Ha very funny Blaine." Kurt said walking into the living room and noticing a telescope sitting in front of the window facing toward the sky. "What is this?"

"This, love, is day eight." Blaine said, but Kurt wasn't listening he was too intrigued by the telescope in their living room. "Whatever you do, don't touch it." Blaine added.

"Why?" Kurt asked brushing his finger tip down the side of it.

"Because Love, it is set at right coordinates," Blaine stated. This made Kurt curious.

"Coordinate's for what?" Kurt asked Blaine staring out the window.

"Why don't you take a look inside…?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt hesitated before bringing his head down so his eyes were level with the eye piece and looking in. Kurt saw eight light dots, stars, in the shape of a heart. Kurt was confused, what was the meaning of this.

"I don't-, " Kurt paused looking thoroughly at the stars again. "I don't understand. What are you exactly trying to show me here?"

"Those eight stars," Blaine started. "All belong to you; the adoption files are in your top left draw of your desk in the studio. Those stars are named: Courage, Love, Strength, Peace, Dream, Believe, Inspire, and Klaine."

"I- uh, but…why?" Kurt managed to get out.

"Love," Blaine cleared his throat. "Kurt, you are my star. You light up my life every day. You're the light at the end of the horrible dark tunnel. When you're having a bad day or a good day, you are always there to light me through mine own. You have courage. I love you. Your strength is crazy insane. We both want peace and equality in this world. Your dreams maybe be slightly out there, but I know you can achieve them because I believe in you. And you inspire people Kurt. You inspire me every day. You are my everything. So I bought you eight stars, just in case I wasn't," Blaine's voice cracked and Kurt began to frown, "enough for you on any particular day, you would have eight other stars as backups." Tears began rolling down Kurt's face.

"Blaine, baby, you are always enough for me. You will always be enough for me. Always, forever, infinity times infinity. I don't need eight other stars, all I ever need is you. Don't forget that." Kurt heard Blaine sniffle.

"I love you Kurt, so much." Blaine's voice was weak. "Infinity times infinity."

"I love you too," Kurt smiled again