Yesterday, Blaine made a trip to Dalton Academy, he missed the boys, Kurt fully understood. He didn’t call Kurt that night like he always did, but he texted him a simple “Goodnight baby, I love you. - B” which was good enough. Kurt wasn’t phased by Blaine’s unusual behaviour until the next day at school.

“Hey short-stuff, did you skip coffee or something?” Said Kurt to his obviously exhausted boyfriend.

Kurt found Blaine at his locker with bags under his eyes just staring at the contents inside the small space. He looked like he was about to fall over, but when he caught sight of Kurt, he tried to conjure up a little bit of energy so he could smile at him. It worked, thank God.

“Hey, baby. No, it just hasn’t kicked in yet, I should be okay.” Blaine replied with a tired raise of the lips.

“Did you have homework to do or something? You look like you’ve been up all night.” Kurt asked, concerned.

“Yeah..Um, no. I just...I couldn’t sleep is all.” Blaine stammered.

“Oh...okay, well, if you can’t sleep again tonight just call me. I won’t mind.” Kurt replied, he knew that when Blaine didn’t sleep, it was because a lot was on his mind. Kurt didn’t want to be left in the dark, but he always had to push to get something out of Blaine. Hopefully it would be easier in his tired state.

“Okay, baby. Shall I walk you to class?” Blaine was leaning on his now closed locker door, eyes locked with Kurt’s.

“Looks more like I should be walking you to class. But I won’t pass up an offer like that.” Kurt held out his hand for Blaine to take once he grabbed his books. Blaine took Kurt’s delicate hand into his and intertwined their fingers together like he always did.

“So, how was Dalton yesterday?” Kurt asked as they walked to his english class. When Kurt asked his harmless question, Blaine’s hand tensed a little in his, and his steps became a little awkward. Was he okay?

“Uh...what?” Blaine replied dumbly, but Kurt knew he was faking. No matter how tired he was, Kurt always knew when Blaine was trying to cover something up.

“Dalton? Yesterday? Warblers? Westerville? Ring any bells?” Kurt prompted.

“Oh! Yeah...Yeah it was-it was okay.” Blaine looked really uncomfortable now, and Kurt was slightly offended. How could Blaine not tell him that something was up? He always, always told Blaine that if something was on his mind, he could come to Kurt no matter what.
“Blaine, you were talking about it for days..-”

“We’re here. I’ll see you at lunch, Kurt. I love you.” Blaine let go of Kurt’s hand, kissed him on the cheek and left. Great. That means Kurt has to sit through three periods wondering what on Earth is up with his confusing boyfriend.

The hours went awfully slow, Kurt sat at his desk, barely listening to anything his teachers said.
When the bell went for lunch, Kurt couldn’t have gotten out of the room quicker. He almost sprinted to the cafeteria, when he finally reached the glee clubs usual table, he looked around for Blaine.

Blaine didn’t turn up straight away, and when he did, he looked even worse than this morning. He had to struggle to keep his eyes open, his hair was a mess (which was very rare, Blaine usually put in so much gel to keep him going for at least a week, but he always put in a new block of it every day after his showering routine,) and his outfit was tousled and untidy. He was the spitting image of someone who needed to sleep, and needed to sleep now.
When Blaine reached the table, he slumped down next to Kurt, not even bothering to get his lunch, and let his head fall on his boyfriends shoulder.

“Blaine, why don’t you go to the nurse and see if she’ll let you go home? This is ridiculous, you shouldn’t be here like this.” Kurt was sympathetic to Blaine, but he wanted answers. For now, he would have to wait.

“I’m fine, honestly. I wanna be here with you today.” Blaine took hold of Kurt’s hand under the table, and despite the fact it looked like moving caused him physical pain at the moment, he brought the hand to his lips and kissed it sweetly. Kurt would usually blush at this type of thing, because in a school like Mckinley, you wouldn’t get away with being two gay boys in love, showing affection to eachother in a lunch hall. But not many people were around, so Kurt allowed it for today.

“Fine, but promise me you’ll try and get some sleep tonight? Remember what I said this morning?” Kurt searched Blaine’s face, but all he could find was exhaustion.

“Uh-huh. Promise.” Blaine’s eyes drifted shut, and Kurt could tell he wasn’t going to be answering any of his many questions any time soon, so he let his head fall against Blaine’s while he ate his lunch.

Eventually the rest of the glee club showed up, all sitting in their respected seats around the table. Every one of them gave Kurt a pointed look, indicating to Blaine with a ‘He-okay?’. Kurt just shrugged in reply. When he felt Blaine’s breathes even out on his neck, Kurt turned his head so that his nose was buried in this beautiful boys mop of hair, closed his eyes, and kissed him on the head. Kurt didn’t care what was going on with Blaine right now, he loved him too much to prompt a response. He’d ask him later on. It could wait. Couldn’t it?