How had everything gone down hill so fast?

Just a few days a go he and Blaine had been sitting in Blaine's room; with Blaine doing silly dance moves to 70s music like the goofball he was. They had talked about having sex as an actual possibility. Kurt had never thought in a million years he'd find someone he'd love enough to do that with, let alone in high school.

And then came Sebastian. Even in Kurt's head, he said the name dripping in spite.

He just had to waltz in with his perfect teeth and tall physique and fucking experience. He was the perfect charming, attractive, douche bag.

He just had to come in just when Kurt thought things were going to be perfect and try to steal the one thing that made him the happiest in the entire world. Blaine.

Should he really have been so harsh on his boyfriend?

I mean, sure, Blaine had been dancing with another guy, but it's not like he was grinding or anything. He was just playing around with those dorky little dance moves that he did with everyone in Glee club.

But Blaine had tried to have their first time in the back seat of a car. He was justified in being mad about that, right? But Blaine had said that he wanted him and that it was all about them.

Oh God, he had over-reacted hadn't he?

He had basically told Blaine he didn't want him and, fuck, would Blaine still want him after this?

And shit, he had let Blaine just walk off into the cold November night alone and drunk.

It's official; he was the worst boyfriend to ever exist. He needed to go find Blaine before something bad happened.

He put the key into the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot turning the way that led to Blaine's house, hoping Blaine had taken it. Kurt picked up the phone and dialed Blaine's number. Screw "distracted driving" he would be distracted either way.

Kurt's eyes squinted as he tried to look into the night in search of his boyfriend.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... Hi, this is Blaine Anderson. I can't get to the pho-

"Dammit, Blaine! Pick up your damn phone!" Kurt yelled in frustration and hurriedly dialed again.

Ring, ring, ring...

Kurt anxiously waited as the phone rang, when suddenly he saw a light on the side of the road. Puzzled, he pulled over the car and got out to see what the light was.

Ring, ring, ring...

Kurt knelt down and picked up the phone that was lying on the side of the road, the screen showing his own name and picture.

Hi, this is Blaine Anderson. I can't get to the phone right now...

Kurt slowly pulled his phone down from his own ear and hit end. He stood in silence for a moment, his heartbeat quickening in panic.

"Blaine!" Kurt called out, "Blaine?! Where are you?! Please! BLAINE!"

No answer.

This was bad. Very bad.

Blaine never went anywhere without his phone, even through a drunken haze Blaine would periodically pat his pocket just to make sure it was still there.

Maybe... maybe this was an exception. This was probably that one time that didn't apply, right?

Kurt rushed back into his car and booked it. He sped along to Blaine's house at a far higher speed than would be considered normal or safe, all the while keeping an eye out for a hobbit-y man with over-gelled hair.

He made it all the way to Blaine's house with no sign of his boyfriend.

Seeing no other option, he ran up to the front door of the Anderson's admittedly large house and knocked hurriedly.

After a moment the front door opened to reveal a pajama-clad Mrs. Anderson, a small Asian-looking woman in her late 40's with laugh-lines and long black hair.

"Kurt?" asked Mrs. Anderson, her voice full of concern, "What are you doing here? Where's Blaine?"

Kurt knew he must look like a wreck. His clothes were wrinkled and mess from Blaine's hands in the car and his hair was a complete and utter train wreck from pulling his hands through it, a nervous habit Kurt only did when something was seriously wrong. He was a far cry from his usual immaculate and put-together self.

"B-Blaine isn't h-home yet?" Kurt asked in soft voice, betraying some of the hysteria he was feeling.

"No, we thought he was out with you... Should he be home already? Kurt, what's going on?" Mrs. Anderson inquired worriedly.

Kurt didn't know what to say. If he was being overly-paranoid and this all turned out to be nothing, he could get Blaine and himself in a lot of trouble for saying that gone to a gay bar with fake ID's and had drinks. But Kurt couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong and Mrs. Anderson had always been accepting and kind to him so he decided to tell the truth.

"I-I can't find him," Kurt mumbled, eyes lowered to the ground.

"Who's at the door, Chelsea? And who can't find who?" Mr. Anderson, a tall man with thinning hair and large eyebrows, came up from behind Mrs. Anderson, and appraised Kurt with weary eyes.

"W-we went the gay bar, Scandals, in West Lima," Kurt started.

"You, what?" Mr. Anderson cried in disbelief.

"Blaine's friend Sebastian from Dalton got us some fake IDs," Kurt continued on, deciding it would be best to get it all out at once. "So we went to the club and were able to get in. We didn't really do anything, just danced around a bit, and Blaine had some beer." Kurt's eyes were welling up now and his voice was shaking. "So we left the bar to d-drive home and we got in a... fight and Blaine said he's walk home. S-so I wasn't really thinking and I just sat in the car for a while to clear my head, b-but I realized that Blaine was drunk and alone so I went to look for him." Tears were streaming down his face now and he absolutely hated being so weak in front of people he didn't really know, but he was just so damn worried. "A-a-and while I was looking for him I f-found his p-p-phone by the side of the road and I he never goes anywhere without his phone a-and I just... I just can't find him!"

It was quiet for a moment, the sound of Kurt's sniffling the only noise.

Kurt finally had the courage to look up, finding the Anderson's faces twisted in expressions of worry, disbelief, and concern.

"Well," started Mrs. Anderson, " let's just stay calm. We should start looking around the neighborhood, and call some of Blaine's friend's, try to see if one of them maybe picked him up." Her voice was calm, but wavered slightly, betraying her worry."

Kurt nodded and drew out his phone as Blaine's parents discussed how to go about looking for Blaine.

He shut his eyes tightly for a moment, putting his head in his hands.

"Please be okay, Blaine." Kurt whispered to himself shakily, "Please."