It was late that night when Blaine awoke to a bang. The sound was loud, echoing through the still house like a gun shot. As it sounded, he could feel his pulse accelerate and a mix of emotions set into his hazy mind.

He got up in a hurry rushing to the spare room to check if his guest was alright, but there was no one in there. The bed was neatly made, and the clothes Blaine let the Ave was folded on a small oak dresser by the window.

A rush of adrenaline hit him as he unsteadily walked around the house to find the boy. His thoughts were overwhelming, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy's safety. . . and his own.

Maybe the boy really was dangerous, Blaine thought in a minute of panic. He quickly disregarded the thought by imagining the scared injured Ave attempting to be dangerous and intimidating. He was a lot like a kitten when it came to being threatening.

He walked to the front door to find it unlocked. He opened it quickly and let out a sigh of both relief and anxiety.

There he was, making his way down the short cobblestone path to the sidewalk. He turned to face Blaine as soon as he heard the creak of the door. He looked sad, almost, it was something Blaine couldn't quite tell in the dark.

Blaine wasn't too focused on turning on the porch light, so he kept them in the dark as they stared at each other. Blaine walked cautiously to the bottom of the stairs, hoping the boy wouldn't run away. He wished this would be the moment the Ave decided to start giving answers.

But he did neither. The Ave stood in silence silhouetted by a dim streetlamp visibly shaking, looking like he was about to start sprinting out of the cul-de-sac.

"Hey. . ." Blaine said awkwardly. "Where are you going?" The boy's feathers puffed up slightly as he breathed in deeply, letting it out slow and cut off.

"You have no idea where you are going?" Blaine asked sincerely. There was a tense pause, shifting on feet and ruffling of leaves were the only sounds other than the booming of silence around them.

"I take it you don't want to stay with me. . ." Blaine started. The boy stepped forward frantically before he could finish and touched his arm with a hesitant feather-light touch, shaking his head back and forth.

"So why are you leaving?"

The Ave bit his lip. Blaine sighed in frustration, sitting down on the wooden stairs of his porch.

"Was I to much? Did you not feel welcome?" The boy sat down on the other side of the same stair, adjusting so his wings were in a comfortable position. "It's because I asked all those questions, isn't it? God, I knew I should have eased up on you. I'm such an asshole." Blaine scolded himself. The Ave looked at him with an odd expression.

"You can leave if you want, if you are unhappy here." Blaine felt a pang of failure for driving the beautiful stranger out of his house. "I just don't want you to be out on the street again, you don't deserve any of that. . ." He could feel the stranger shift closer, his wings brushed over Blaine's shoulder. He looked over to find the Ave's watery eyes staring through him. Dark, navy blue eyes in the light of the streetlamp stabbing through him like knifes.

The wind blew, rusting leaves to scurry across the street. Scraping the pavement in an eerily calm hypnotic noise. Blaine took a long breath.

"I won't force you to stay with me. I would never force you to do anything. . . Although, next time you decide to walk out, I would like a heads up. You scared me pretty bad." Blaine chuckled awkwardly.

"But, um, I would really like you to stay, although, like I said, I won't force you to. And if you do decide to leave, I have to know you are going to be safe where ever you go. I'm really worried for you, uh. . . shit, I don't even know your name. . ." Blaine ran his clammy hands over his face with discomfort. He couldn't find the words to convey the message he desperately wanted to, he sealed his lips like welded metal.

Utter silence. There was no wind, no insects, no shuffling. There was only the beating of his heart.

Blaine didn't want to look at the boy. He spilled his heart out onto the cold concrete, and he instantly regretted it. Even though everything he had said he meant with all of his heart and mind, he couldn't stop thinking about how he was always overly sensitive. It scared people away, and it would scare this beautiful boy away from him too.

Blaine waited for the Ave to get up and leave, but he didn't move. Blaine finally looked over to gauge his reaction, but he could see his heavy walls put back in place. Void of emotion, the Ave sat staring at the moon.

Then Blaine heard it. Shaky and high, raspy from disuse. . . and beautiful as can be.

"My name. . . it's Kurt."

Kurt stood on shaky legs and walked back into the house.

Blaine froze in his seat.