The next day Kurt woke up in a haze.  His eyes were puffy and soft from crying the night before.  He didn’t even remember falling asleep.  Suddenly the memories of the night before flooded back to him, but he was convinced it was a dream.  He reached for his phone to find no new message.  He pulled up the call history and found the reminder:  a phone call from Blaine at three in the morning, barely a minute long.  Kurt dropped his phone and threw his hands over his face.  He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t.  He pulled the covers over his head and wished for sleep.

****

Three days later Kurt returned to campus alone.  He had tried to call Blaine several times, but each call went straight to voicemail.  Even the familiar sound of Blaine’s voice was replaced by an automated recording listing the number he had dialed.  When Kurt opened the door to his room, their room, Blaine’s side was completely empty.  Kurt dropped his bags to the floor and crawled onto Blaine’s bare mattress.  He sobbed uncontrollably, unsure if the emptiness and pain that he felt would ever go away.  He thought back to their last moments in the room together.  When they said their goodbyes, even though it wasn’t supposed to be a goodbye.

Kurt was able to calm himself down, to stop the sobbing, but the tears still rolled down his face.  The knock at the door was loud and it made Kurt jump.  He pulled himself off the bed and wiped at his face, trying to get rid of the evidence of his tears.

Kurt opened the door to find his RA on the other side.  “Hi!  As you can tell your roommate moved out this morning.  I’m not really sure of the circumstances, but he asked me to give you this.”  The guy held out a white envelope in his hand.  Kurt took the envelope in his hands and attempted a half smile.

“Thanks.  Umm, do you mind if I ask, how did he look?”

“Honestly?  He looked just as upset as you do right now.”

“Oh..ok, well thank you again.”  He attempted a smile and went to shut the door, but the boy put out his arm.

“And, just so you know...if you need anything, I’m right down the hall.”

Kurt awkwardly thanked him for the third time and shut the door, eager to read Blaine’s message.  He returned to the tear soaked mattress and carefully opened the envelope.  As Kurt pulled out the letter, he pulled it up to his face, hoping to smell Blaine, to feel close to him again.  He looked at the scribbled out words in black ink and almost didn’t recognize the handwriting.  Blaine must have been rushed.

Dear Kurt,

I’m sorry.  I don’t know when we will see each other again, but I promise I will tell you everything.  Please know that I meant every word I said to you and I don’t regret a single second I spent with you.  I won’t ask for your forgiveness.  I won’t ask you to wait for me.  I hope you find someone who makes you happy.

Love Always,
Blaine

Tears began to roll down Kurt’s cheeks and onto the paper, but this wasn’t just sadness, it was anger too.  He was angry, angry with Blaine and himself and whatever else was keeping them apart.  He needed to find Blaine, but he didn’t know how.  He pushed himself back to sit against the wall and looked around the room, trying to think of what he could do, when he suddenly realized...Jessica.  He instantly grabbed for his phone, thankful that he never deleted her number.

Kurt Hummel (1:26pm):  Hey!  Have you heard from Blaine?

Jessica Graham (1:32pm):  No, why would I?  We haven’t talked in forever.  I assumed it was your job to keep track of him.

Kurt Hummel (1:33pm):  Do you have his address by any chance?

Jessica Graham (1:37pm):  No

Kurt Hummel (1:39pm):  Ok.  Do you know where he lives?

Jessica Graham (1:45pm):  Yes

Kurt Hummel (1:48pm):  Will you tell me how to get there?

Jessica Graham (1:54pm):  I don’t remember, sorry.

Kurt Hummel (1:57pm):  Seriously, Jessica.  This isn’t a game.  I’m really worried.  I haven’t talked to Blaine in three days.  I think he’s dropped out of school and I don’t know why.  I know you’re upset that he didn’t choose you, but you need to get over it.  I need to see Blaine.

Jessica Graham  (1:59pm):  Fine.  I’ll be in town soon and I’ll come over when I have a chance.

****

It was a little after 7 o’clock by the time Kurt made it to Blaine’s house.  It was a cute little house that stood in the middle of a row of houses that ended in a cul-de-sac.  Thankfully there were plenty of cars parked along the street so Kurt could be inconspicuous.  The curtains were drawn back and the lights were on in the house, which allowed Kurt to see right in.  The tv was on and he assumed the man in the chair was Blaine’s father.  Suddenly the gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.  He hadn’t really thought of what he was going to do or say.  He didn’t even know if Blaine was going to be there.  And even if he was, how was he going to get to him?  He was beginning to freak out so he decided to text the only person he could talk to.

Kurt Hummel (7:26pm):  I’m here and I don’t know what to do.

Jessica Graham (7:29pm):  Didn’t think it through, did you?

Kurt Hummel (7:31pm):  I’m not the only one who has acted irrationally because of Blaine. Seriously, any ideas?

Jessica Graham (7:35pm):  Throw rocks at his window?  Hold up your stereo outside his window and play “In Your Eyes”.

Kurt Hummel (7:36pm):  I’m serious!

Jessica Graham (7:38pm):  Is Blaine there?  Can you see him?

Kurt Hummel (7:41pm):  I haven’t seen him, but his car is here so thats a good sign, right?

Jessica Graham (7:42pm):  Maybe.  Just wait until his dad goes to sleep and knock on his window or something.  Try not to let anyone see you though.

Kurt Hummel (7:44pm):  And how am I supposed to do that?

Jessica Graham (7:46pm):  Hell if I know, I’m not the one trying to rescue my boyfriend.

Kurt sighed at his phone and leaned his seat back further so he could keep an eye on Blaine’s bedroom window.  After an hour and a half of waiting, Kurt was getting restless and even more nervous.  Blaine’s window had been dark the entire time and he was beginning to think that Blaine was gone.  He could wait outside forever, but he would never see him again.  The very thought was terrifying.

Kurt was mentally arguing with himself about what to do next when he caught the light flicker from the corner of his eye.  Blaine is here.  He’s here.  Kurt moved his seat up just enough so he could see more of the house.

Blaine walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch.  His hair was a mess and he was in his pajamas.  Kurt wondered if he even bothered to get out of bed before now.  Or maybe he was watching a movie and fell asleep.  Blaine was seated facing the window and Kurt hoped that Blaine would notice his car, but why would Blaine think anything of it.  It’s not like he expected Kurt to be there anyway.

Kurt watched the two men sit in silence for a while.  He would have preferred to be with Blaine, but watching him was better than nothing.  It was comforting just to be near Blaine.  Kurt started to notice that Blaine seemed agitated about something.  Blaine was talking to his father about something and Kurt could tell just by the way Blaine held his hands together that things weren’t going well.  Blaine finally stood up, throwing his hands in the air and yelling something back at his father before storming out of the room.  His father got up to follow him.

The front door opened and Blaine walked outside and into the street, his father yelling from the doorway behind him,  “I’m not done talking to you!  Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Somewhere away from you!”  Blaine began walking up the middle of the road and Kurt knew this was his chance.  He waited a few minutes for Blaine’s father to disappear back into the house and then jumped out of the car to catch up to Blaine who was already halfway down the street.

“Blaine!  Stop.”  Kurt tried to yell just loud enough for Blaine to hear him, but he wanted to make sure that nobody else did either.

Blaine stopped in his tracks and whipped around confused and dumbfounded.  “Kurt?”

Kurt finally caught up to Blaine, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him into a hug.  He nuzzled up against the crook of Blaine’s neck, taking in a deep breathe.  “Blaine.  I missed you so much.”

Blaine didn’t move, his arms still stuck to his sides.  “W- What are you doing here?  I mean, uh, how did you-?”

Kurt pulled away, holding onto Blaine’s arms.  “Jessica told me how to get to your house.  I had to see you.”

Blaine took a few steps back to distance himself from Kurt.  “You can’t be here.”

Kurt searched Blaine’s eyes. “Don’t say that.  Where else would I be?”