Kurt couldn’t sleep, he was too restless. Blaine had been on jour this particular evening and right in the middle of a steamy, long wanted make out session that was about to lead to something more, Blaine had gotten the call. There was a fire down at the local grocery store and around thirty people were trapped inside. Before Kurt had fully understood what was going on, Blaine had been out the door. But Kurt was used to it, this was the life of being engaged to a firefighter. Every night was an endless war against himself. He wanted to reach for the phone and call him, just to know that he was okay, but he knew he couldn’t. Blaine was out there saving lives right now and as worried as Kurt was, he was also insanely proud of his fiancé.

He sighed as he got out of bed and went downstairs to get a glass of water. It was two in the morning and four hours since Blaine had left. What was going on? Had someone died? Most importantly… was Blaine okay? Kurt put down the glass again and started walking around the house randomly. He suddenly found himself by the piano, sitting down and gracing the keys slowly. Blaine had taught him to play some things, but Kurt had been practicing more than his fiancé knew. The dark, lonely hours when Blaine was gone and Kurt was way too worried to sleep had been spent at the piano. He slowly started pushing the keys, playing out a soft melody, his fingers slipping only a few times. He barely noticed that he had started singing along because it wasn’t him singing, it was his heart.

“Why should it be so bad to be bad when it´s so hard to be anything at all? And why does everyone seem to forget what it´s like to be all alone?

As soon as they have got someone, oh it´s no fun, it makes me want to vanish and die. Maybe I´ll throw all my clothes into a waterfall and sit and spy while they all cry.
You get so silly when you´re lonely, and you think that you´re the only who´ll say
I hope that someone´s going to call and tell me this night is over `cause I want to start living my life before I get much older.
Maybe you all would consider it a joke if I say that I hate myself. But now and then when I look into the mirror, all I see is a big mistake. Well, I just want to be fun, just want to be the one who makes you smile. I just want to believe that I could be something to someone.
Am I the only one around here who´s not going to live my life in fear?
I hope that someone´s going to call and tell me this night is over `cause I want to start living my life before I get much older.
I don´t understand you! And why would you?

Can you tell me what is on my mind? I don´t have words to say how much I think I owe you. We aren’t going to live our lives in fear...

I hope that someone´s going to call and tell me this night is over `cause I want to start living my life before I get much older…”

Kurt was crying when he finished the song. Silent tears were running down his cheeks and he didn’t even know why. He did have someone who loved him and someone he loved more than anything. But it was so hard to be in love when that person was risking his life every night. Some nights were worse than others, but most of the time, he just wanted someone to tell him that it was over and that he could fall asleep with Blaine next to him without being worried. It took everything he had not to break down every single day, but it was all worth it because Blaine was happy. That was what mattered.

“That was beautiful,” a soft voice said from the doorway.

Kurt turned around and let out a breath he didn’t realize that he was holding. “Blaine…” he whispered as he stood up and had reached the other man within a split second, wrapping him tight in his arms.

Blaine hugged him back and buried his head in the crook of his neck. “I’ll always be coming back, honey. Never leaving you…” Somehow, Blaine knew exactly what Kurt was scared of and he knew exactly what to say to make Kurt feel better.

The taller man instantly relaxed in Blaine’s arms and suddenly, everything felt okay. Blaine would always come back home to him, he was sure of it.