“Mom, I don’t understand how all this is real,” he whispered.
“What do you mean honey?” she asked as her eyes were on the verge of closing.
“I know you think it was just a dream, but mom I swear you were…” He couldn’t finish that statement.
“Kurt honey,” her words slurred a bit as she shut her eyes, “everything is fine,” she breathed out.
Kurt watched as her breathing evened out and her body seemed to relax. The last time he had seen her this peaceful she was lying still in a hospital bed and he had lost her forever. He sighed. Kurt guessed he wasn’t getting an answer from her tonight. He got up and grabbed the blanket off his dad’s armchair and draped it over her. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead then pulled back, his eyes not leaving her. His mouth twitched into a small smile. At that moment every thought left his mind. The only thing he could do was feel his heart swell in his chest with all the love he had for her. He didn’t care how this was happening, not then. All he cared about was that he had his mother and he wasn’t going to waste any time with her.
Kurt snuck out of the living room quietly to his room. He crawled into bed, his head hitting the pillow with a sigh. He was happy, but he couldn’t let go of the feeling that something bad was coming, something that would inevitably take his happiness away just like every other time in his life. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered to things like his father, school, finally settling on Blaine. He opened his eyes as he sat up and reached for his phone on the bedside table. No new texts or missed calls. He was really starting to worry, but he clung to the hope of hearing from Blaine by the end of the weekend. He set his phone back on his bedside table and lay back down. He shut his eyes once more, falling to sleep while his mind drifted back to the day he met Blaine as “Teenage Dream” echoed in his head.

The next day was much like the day before. Kurt and his mother spent most of Saturday discussing memories and his mother’s family while his dad was at the shop. The only difference from Friday was that Kurt had his phone attached to his hand checking it every few minutes. He was still thinking about Blaine. Things just didn’t feel right. His father hadn’t asked Kurt one question about how he and Blaine were, his mother mentioned nothing about him in her stories; it all just seemed strange. A person who is a big part of his life was not mentioned once. Something had to be up.
Kurt was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud bang from the other side of the table. He didn’t hear his father come in, let alone see him sit down next to him, until he heard the sound of Burt’s hand making contact with the table.
“You okay Kiddo?” Burt asked with a smile, oblivious to the fact that his son had checked out of the conversation with his mother, who sensed something was off.
Kurt blinked a few times, collecting his thoughts before answering.
“Yeah dad, I’m fine.” He mustered up a small fake smile. “I think I just need to sleep.”
“Kurt honey, its only 6 o’clock. Are you sure you’re okay?” Elizabeth asked with a worrisome expression on her face.
He smiled as he got up from the table and walked towards her. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her tight, pulling back to place a soft kiss on her cheek.
“I’m fine mom, I’ll see you and dad in the morning. I love you guys. Goodnight,” he said as he let go and headed for his room.
“Goodnight Kiddo, I love you too,” his dad responded as he grabbed a slice of pizza from the box sitting on the table.
“Goodnight honey, I love you so much.” She smiled as she watched him disappear down the hallway.

He showered, did his nightly skin routine, crawled into bed and just lay there at least for an hour, just staring at the ceiling as if it was going to cave and Blaine would fall through it. It was all he could think about.
“Is Blaine still mad at me? Should I call him? Why haven’t I heard from Blaine? If I don’t hear from him tomorrow he is going to get hell on Monday,” he thought to himself. Sure Blaine had every right to be mad at him, but really? Kurt couldn’t believe Blaine could or would leave him hanging this long. He fell asleep that night with his phone on the pillow next to him, hoping it would ring.

He woke up the next morning, phone in hand and still nothing. Blaine had till the end of the day to come into any form of contact with him or else Monday would most certainly be interesting to say the least. He got out of bed, did his habitual skin routine, ran upstairs to grab breakfast and then retreated back to his room. He thought he would spend Sunday doing what he and Blaine loved to do with their time together on the weekends: spend all day curled up in bed watching a slew of Disney movies. He would check his phone whenever he had to get up to pick a new movie. Sighing when he realized that it was already 10 o’ clock at night and he was getting sleepy, still having not heard from Blaine, Kurt crawled back into bed and fell asleep to their favorite movie, The Little Mermaid.

He woke up Monday morning bright and early. He decided to check his phone one last time. Nothing. Blaine Anderson was going to get it so bad. Kurt threw off his covers and headed for the bathroom. He was going to look so amazing today, so when he marched up to Blaine and ripped him a new asshole, all Blaine would be able to do would be stand there slack jawed and wide-eyed at how fabulous he looked in his favorite Alexander McQueen sweater and tight skinny jeans that he practically had to paint on. Blaine Anderson had no clue what was coming for him.

“Kurt honey! I hope you’re up! You’ll be late for school if you aren’t! Oh and breakfast is ready!” he heard his mother shout from the kitchen.
He took one last look at himself in the mirror, giving himself a smirk before heading to the kitchen. He walked in and found himself staring at his mother dressed and ready for her shift at the hospital, his father eating a piece of toast and a plate in front of Kurt’s usual chair at the table across from his father with an egg white omelet on it. As he sat down he realized that he was running a bit late for his normal morning rendezvous with Mercedes in the parking lot before he was to walk to his locker and hopefully find Blaine to give him a piece of his mind.
He practically inhaled his breakfast, kissed both his parents goodbye, grabbed his bag and his keys, and was out the door. He threw his bag on the front seat of his car as he climbed into the driver’s seat. He switched on the radio and as if every magical being was working against him, “Teenage Dream” flooded in through the speakers. He switched the radio off, preferring silence over happy memories of the boy he was mad at. He pulled out of the driveway and rushed to school, unaware that he rolled through three stop signs and almost ran a red light, because Kurt Hummel was on a mission - a mission to find his best friend, make a few snarky comments about people he hated, and then let his boyfriend have it.
He pulled into his usual parking space next to a blue SUV where a very angry Mercedes was leaning against it waiting for him. The space on the other side of his was empty. That was usually where Blaine parked; he would just have to wait till the boy arrived to start his scowling and ignoring. He got out of the car and made his way over to Mercedes.
“I’m sorry I’m late! My mom warned me this would happen but I was too busy making sure my outfit was perfect,” he explained with pleading eyes.
“It’s okay, just next time text me if you are going to be late okay?” She shot him a sad yet forgiving smile.
“I’m sorry Cedes.” He spread his arms out to give her a hug.
She gave him a little smile and embraced him hard. Well it seemed that Mercedes was still the same in this “Alternate Universe” as Kurt had started calling it. After they let go of each other they leaned against Kurt’s car, eyeing all the people they hated and making some mean comment toward them. They laughed when they saw Karofsky checking out Sam’s ass when he thought no one was looking. Mercedes got a bit angry at the fact that her best friend’s tormentor was checking out her boyfriend’s ass, though it wasn’t like it was Sam’s fault he had a nice backside that the school’s closeted bully leered at, so she let it go. It was almost time to go in when Mercedes went to meet up with Sam at her locker.
“You coming?” she asked as she headed for the school.
“Yeah I’ll be there in a minute,” he replied as he watched her walk away.
Blaine still hadn’t parked in his normal spot. Kurt was scared now. Had something happened to him when he left the house that night? Was Blaine okay? His emotions were running high as thoughts of Blaine being hurt made their way through his head - until he spotted a familiar gelled head across the parking lot. Blaine - in all his bowtie glory - was dressed in a tight black polo with a red bowtie and skintight red pants on that showed a bit of his ankle as he walked. His hands were full of books and papers as he almost ran inside the building.
Kurt was fuming. Blaine wasn’t supposed to be the one ignoring him or avoiding him - that was Kurt’s shtick. Kurt slammed his fist against his car, the alarm sounding from the hit making those left in the parking lot stop and stare. Kurt gave them all a scowl as he hit the button on his keys and made his way toward the school. When he made it inside his eyes darted directly to Blaine standing nervously at his locker, which was only four doors down from his own. Kurt stomped his way down the hall to his locker. He stared at Blaine as he spun in his combination and yanked his locker open. As he roughly grabbed his French book he noticed Blaine glancing at him, eyes wide and cheeks flared red. Kurt smirked to himself; he had him now. Kurt slammed his locker door shut and slowly turned to meet Blaine’s gaze. Blaine practically stuck his head in his locker as he stood there shaking. Kurt smiled.

“What?” he snarled.
Blaine pulled his head from the locker and gave Kurt a confused stare. There was something different about him. His eyes almost looked full of fear.
“Blaine Anderson, don’t even think I’m not mad at you for not calling or texting me this weekend! I understand I was being a stupid brat but still, you could have been dead for all I knew! And why are you looking at me like that?”
Blaine was just staring at him. His face almost looked green, his knees shaking and his lip starting to tremble.
“I-I-I’m sorry, but what are you talking about?” the boy stammered out.
Kurt’s eyebrow rose nearly to his hairline. Was Blaine messing with him?
“Umm earth to Blaine? You were at my house on Thursday night and we had a fight and you left because you thought that I didn’t trust you?”
Blaine just stood there shaking. Kurt extended his arm out to try and still the boy, when he flinched and jumped back.
“P-P-Please don’t touch me. I-I don’t even know you.” The boy slammed his locker shut and ran.
Kurt’s arm fell limp against his body. He didn’t hear the bell ring or even see the hallway clear. He just stood there. Staring at where Blaine had been before he ran from him.
“Wh-What just happened?” Kurt asked himself. He didn’t feel the tears coming on or streaming down his face. He was completely numb.