Two days had past and now Blaine was starting to worry.

Kurt hadn’t replied to his last text, over 48 hours ago. Am I being clingy? Is that what it is? Blaine asked himself, he’s probably just been busier at work. Not that he could physically BE much busier. Or maybe he’s just ignoring you? He shook off this thought, though racking his brains for things he could’ve done to annoy or upset Kurt. He couldn’t think of anything.

He sighed and attempted to concentrate on the TV, which was showing re-runs of friends. His knee tapped and his hand twitched towards his phone.

Sighing impatiently, he gave in and checked his messages again, just incase he missed Kurt’s text. But, nothing.

This was very unlike Kurt. They usually exchanged at least 20 texts a day, mostly calling once or twice after work. Two whole days without contact wasn’t good.

He tried to call Kurt’s cell, getting the answering machine.

Blaine frowned. Maybe I should just go check on him? That’s not… creepy is it? No, no it isn’t.

He grabbed his coat and car keys before he could talk himself out of it and was at Kurt and Rachel’s apartment within 10 minutes.

He only hesitated slightly before knocking on the door.

It flung open, revealing a very relieved Rachel.

“Thank GOD! I’ve been waiting for you to turn up!” She exclaimed in a low voice, a sad look on her face whilst she grabbed Blaine by the sleeve and dragged him inside.

Blaine frowned, but didn’t get time to speak before Rachel opened her mouth again, “Has he contacted you at all?”

“No,” he shook off his coat, “Why what’s wrong?!” a flare of concern spiked in Blaine’s chest.

“It’s the 19th.” Rachel stated, as if this explained everything.

“And…”

“Didn’t he tell you?” Rachel gasped slightly, and at Blaine’s shake of his head continued, “It’s his Mothers birthday.”

Blaine’s mouth dropped open and a wash of sadness overcame him. He knew about Kurt’s mum of course, and suddenly felt selfish that this thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, that Blaine had believed Kurt had not answered his phone because of him.

“He always calls in sick for these few days. He doesn’t like to be with company.” She nodded at Blaine, “However, I think he’ll be happy that you’re here.”

Blaine nodded, slightly unsure, not wanting to upset Kurt further by his presence, but wanting to comfort him.

Rachel pointed to Kurt’s bedroom door and Blaine took the hint, moving towards it and opening the door slowly.

Kurt was sat on his bed, back to the door, several photo albums spread in front of him.

“I’m not hungry Rachel.” Kurt sniffled but Blaine didn’t respond.

Instead, he climbed on the bed, sitting behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around his waist in a tight embrace.

Kurt tensed at the contact, and then relaxed as he realised who it was. Blaine pulled Kurt against his chest and manoeuvred them until he was leant on the headboard, Kurt in between his legs.

Silent tears rolled down Kurt’s cheeks, but Blaine simply squeezed him tighter, kissing his hair and making quiet, comforting noises.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt whispered a little while later, “I should’ve told you, I just… couldn’t.“

Blaine gave a broken sigh, “Oh Kurt. I just want to take care of you.”

This seemed like the wrong thing to say, as it made Kurt cry even harder, but he turned in Blaine’s arms.

He brought their lips together, Blaine tasting the slightly salty flavour of Kurt’s tears, and said, “Thank you.”

Blaine’s eyes caught the photos still scattered on the bed.

“She’s beautiful.”

Kurt nodded, laughing wetly.

He pulled Blaine horizontally and they lay, wrapped up in eachother’s embrace.

That’s how Rachel found them a few hours later, fast asleep, and turned the lamp off, thanking the day she and Mel decided to introduce the boys to eachother.