The silence resonating through the navigator was somewhat nerve inducing; the only sounds where that of the road outside, Kurt’s somewhat shaky breath and the engine humming quietly as he drove the few hours out of the city and towards the city of Rochester. As soon as Kurt had hit Monroe county, the nerves had really kicked in, making his driving a little less than his usual incredibly careful and good driving. His teeth were nipping along the skin of his bottom teeth in a half hearted attempt to distract himself with peeling the skin although he could never actually bring himself to do so, after all he didn’t spend as much as he did on his skin routine just to end up ruining it in a fit of nerves. After managing to get lost enough to have to resort to actually breaking the silence of the car with the inbuilt sat nav in order to navigate the city to find the house where Blaine was staying. He pulled up outside the home, watching the doors and window for a moment before resting his forehead against the steering wheel for a split second. He was aware of how upset Blaine was, it was obvious by how sharp his answers had been during the phone call and Kurt honestly couldn’t blame him at all. His reaction had been pathetic, idiotic, incredibly selfish and regardless of the shock he was in when Blaine’s confession had been announced - between his hurt and anger from the Sebastian revelation. Eventually, Kurt pulled himself together enough to pop the door of the navigator open and step out into the cold November air.

He wrapped his arms around his waist in self defense against his own nerves, shivering slightly as he nuzzled further down into the scarf hugging his neck. He couldn’t help but admire the home he was stood outside of before he headed towards the door at a somewhat slow pace. Maybe it was far too much to ask of Blaine, just to hear him out, to listen to Kurt when all the actor had done was refuse to actually listen to Blaine. Refused to believe him. In all honesty, Kurt didn’t know how he felt about those words, knowing they were directed toward him. He hadn’t heard them for quite some time and even then it had been his dad to express them. Taking a deep, shaking and slightly nauseously nervous breath and exhaling in much the same manner, Kurt poised himself with his shoulders back, head held high and a strong set jaw before ringing the doorbell. With the faint ringing noise, Kurt could feel his stomach flip, the feeling of dread wash over him. What if that had been his only chance? What if Blaine had changed his mind and it was some form of test which he’d failed dramatically? The actor looked up sharply as he saw the door crack open, looking at a man which bore little resemblence to Blaine. “I… Is Blaine Anderson here?” Kurt asked softly, watching the man’s expression change slightly as he nodded gently, slipping away from the door to fetch the musician while Kurt remained standing on the porch.

Maybe he didn’t want to believe it, even if the actor’s voice rang in his ears�constantly�since the moment they had disconnected from their call. But honestly, why would he turn around on his way to Lima to head back to Manhattan just so he could drive up to Rochester? He knew for a fact Lima was nowhere close to Manhattan, and relatively speaking neither was Rochester seeing as how it was on the northern side of the state. But Blaine refused to believe that he was actually driving to Rochester, he had no reason to make that kind of a trip when he knew the musician would be back in town within a couple days if not the next. It really didn’t make any sense at all because he had made it quite clear how he felt about Kurt, even from the beginning he thought he wasn’t exactly the most reserved individual towards him. He figured kissing him in the music room that one night after they had gotten into an argument at the bar would have changed some sort of notion of at least their feelings towards one another. And the music major didn’t even want to have to bring up the night they spent cuddled up against one another on his couch after pathetically crying on the side of some dirt road with Kurt as his only witness. But honestly? That was only the tip of the iceberg, he hadn’t even mentioned the dates they had gone on or the multiple times they spent sleeping beside one another, their limbs half tangled together after an admittedly long and exhausting day. Hadn’t that been any clue to how Blaine felt about him? Was it not obvious enough?�Damn, I need sleep.

Eventually, after the coffee had worn off when he had been watching hours upon hours of Sunday football with Paul, he had actually managed to drift off into a light slumber. Really it was the first time since he had gotten off the phone with Kurt that he was able to escape the thoughts of his stubbornness to accept what he had said, the look of initial shock and maybe even disbelief when he had first let those stupid three little words slip from his lips, and the even more painful to bare look on his face as told the musician to take it back because apparently…he didn’t mean it. But all those thoughts were lost now, somewhere deep in his sleeping mind where he didn’t dare tamper with or even go near so he’d be able to rest accordingly. It hadn’t even seemed like an hour had passed by when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and an unclear voice murmuring something about what sounded like a toy on the floor. Completely confused and somewhat light-headed from the surging migraine of getting little to no sleep Blaine pushed himself slowly up from the couch and walked over to the front door, tugging on the v-neck collar of his plain t-shirt with his eyes half-squinting as he glanced at the individual standing in front of him. The musician simply stood there, trying to regain his vision to normal because he refused to believe it was Kurt who was on the front porch before him, his fingers clenching onto the door a little too tightly as though it’d keep him rooted to his spot without him losing it. Letting a slow and calming breath release from between his barely parted lips he leaned against the wooden frame and averted his eyes to anywhere but the individual standing too close - and yet too far - away from him. “What are you doing here, Kurt?”