Kurt Hummel didn't like to think of himself as being a worrier. He liked to be rational and sensible and logical; it just made life much easier.

Around 10:45, when he arrived at their café, he went right up to the counter and ordered his and Blaine's coffees. That was the reason he had gotten there so early, so that he could buy Blaine's for him. He walked right over to their table with a light smile on his lips, so excited that he would be seeing his boyfriend.

At 10:55, Kurt knew Blaine would be there any minute now. He was very punctual with coffee dates. He would be there and smile when he saw Kurt and blush when he realized Kurt had already bought him his medium drip.

At 11:15, Kurt was starting to get antsy. He was fidgeting in his seat and noticeably looked a little anxious. Where in the world was Blaine? Maybe Wes or David had kept him for a few extra minutes and he would be there soon? But no, he would have sent a text if it had been something like that, wouldn't he have?

At 11:40, Kurt was worrying. He was completely, totally, fully, obviously worrying. What was taking Blaine so long? Why hadn't he called? What if something had happened to him? Every bad scenario flooded Kurt's mind. If something bad had happened to him, Kurt had no idea what he would do.

At 11:50, Kurt essentially said ‘fuck it' to everything and checked his phone for the thousandth time: still no messages. So he decided that he would call him. He needed to know that he was alright at the very, very least. He tapped on the table with nervous fingers as he dialed the number. It only took about three or four rings for someone to pick up, but Kurt wasn't greeted with a ‘Hello' from Blaine's chipper, enthusiastic voice. No. the only noise that met his ears for the first few seconds was the faint sound of sniffling.

"Blaine?" Nothing, "Blaine, baby, are you alright?" More silence, and then...

"Kurt," Blaine whimpered in a voice so small and sad and completely heartbreaking.

"Blaine," he almost cooed, "What's wrong?"

His answer was far from immediate, "I-Kurt-I-I don't-I need-I-" he sputtered.

"Breathe, Blaine," Kurt said in the calmest voice he could muster up, "Are you okay?"

"I need you," Blaine's voice broke, "Kurt-just-please. I need you."

"Okay, okay," Kurt got up from his seat and went out the door, forgetting their coffees on the table, "Where are you?"

"My room," he whispered.

"Okay, I'm on my way right now, okay?"

He heard Blaine hum, "Please don't hang up," he was surprised he had even heard Blaine speak at all because it was so quiet.

"I won't, I promise," Kurt reassured quickly, "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay," Blaine whispered.

All Kurt heard from there on in was the faint sound of what he could identify as Blaine's shaky breaths and his sniffling. He thought he heard a sob crawl its way out of the back of his throat once or twice, but he was hoping it was just his mind playing tricks on him. His chest was aching enough without thinking of Blaine crying.

When he got to Blaine's door, realizing that talking would be more useful than knocking being that he was still on the phone, he took a deep breath, trying to ensure that his voice wouldn't sound so weak when he spoke, "Blaine, I'm here."

"Door's open," he mumbled.

Kurt turned the knob and walked in. Everything looked fine on the outside. It looked exactly how it did when he left the day before. He knew, though, that once he got deeper, he would find what would be different about it.

Almost instinctively, he walked to Blaine's room and opened the door easily. He knew he wasn't going to like what he saw, and he was right. Blaine was lying on his side on the bed, one side of his face buried in a pillow, his body all balled up and curled in on itself. He still had his phone pressed firmly to his ear, his other arm wrapped around himself, and his knees tucked up as high as they could go. Kurt might have teased him about being short, but he had never seen him look so small.

"Blaine," he called out quietly.

Blaine's eyes flew open and went straight to the door. His body followed in suit and he sat up to face him, "Kurt," he choked out. His eyes were red and puffy and his mouth looked like it had melted into a permanent frown. He looked like he had aged thirty years in less than thirty hours.

"Oh Blaine," he sighed and walked across the room, crawling next to him on the bed and opening his arms out for him to fall into. Blaine wrapped right around him and Kurt kissed into his curls, "What happened?"

Blaine sniffled once, twice, and then twisted his neck to look up at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out at first, "M-my dad called."

Kurt tensed and held Blaine impossibly closer, "What did he say?" he wondered, although, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know the answer. Of course he wanted Blaine to smile again, and get the frown out of his beautiful eyes and get that broken expression worked out of his features, but he knew it was going to hurt like hell getting there. He already hated Blaine's father for causing him pain the day before with a simple text; this might just push him over the edge. He had never seen Blaine so upset.

"Exactly what I expected him to say," Blaine said plainly, "Exactly what I thought he would say."

Kurt began to run a gentle hand up and down his back, "I'm so sorry."

Blaine sighed, "I just don't understand," he whispered to himself.

"Don't understand what?" Kurt furrowed his brow.

"How he could have known," he looked up again to meet Kurt's puzzled eyes, "He-he said he knew. A-about us."

"Oh," Kurt gasped, he definitely had not been expecting that of all things.

"Someone must have seen us or something," he decided, "He has friends and business partners in Paris all the time. One of them must have seen us together and told him and oh God, I am so sorry." And then his face was buried in Kurt's shoulder.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Blaine," he reassured him.

"I still am," Blaine said without hesitation, "I-I want to be able to show you off and introduce you to my family, but I don't want you to know him. He's rude and awful and closed-minded and you don't deserve that."

"Neither do you," he interjected, "You do know that, right?"

Blaine nodded subtly, "I-He just says the most awful things," he exhaled loudly, "He can say anything he wants about me," Kurt's insides screamed, ‘NO HE CAN'T' but he stayed silent, "But then he started saying things about you and about us but he doesn't even know us and it felt like I was just getting punched in the gut over and over again and-"

"Shh," Kurt cooed and cradled his head to his chest, "He can't touch us," he whispered into his hair, "He can't touch us, or what we have."

It took another long minute for Blaine to start speaking again, "I know that, but he always plants this seed of doubt in my head and I don't want to believe it, but a part of me always does and I hate it."

Kurt looked at him seriously, "Do you promise to be completely honest if I ask you something?"

Blaine nodded, "Of course."

"Did your dad say anything that made you doubt us?"

He tensed and hesitated, "Ummm...."

"Blaine," he said sternly.

"...yes, he did," he said almost inaudibly.

Kurt's heart clenched and he started rubbing his back again, "What was it that he said?"

Again, he didn't answer right away, which Kurt understood completely, "He, um, he said," Blaine was nibbling on his bottom lip the way he only did when he got nervous, "He said that there was no way you could love me because I'm not worth it," and the tears were in the corner of his eyes again, tearing right away at Kurt's heart.

"Oh honey," he was speechless, "That couldn't be further from the truth. You are so worth it and I love you so much, you have to know that."

"I love you, too," Blaine said quietly, "And I don't mean to doubt us. He just says things and they hit me and they're all I can think about," he rambled.

"I know, it's okay," he said honestly, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Thank you for being here and letting me vent," Blaine said, his words coming out muffled from having his face buried in his chest, "You're wonderful, you know that?"

The corners of his lips tweaked up, "So are you, but thank you very much."

"You're very welcome, gorgeous," and for the first time all morning, Blaine felt like he was actually okay and like his world wasn't crashing down around him. He buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck and just breathed in the rose scent and the essence of just Kurt and let himself sink fully into the embrace.

Kurt giggled, "I can tell you're feeling better," he assumed and hoped he was correct.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded and smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Always," Kurt kissed the tip of his nose sweetly, "Anything else you want to talk about? Or are you good?"

"Hmm," Blaine hummed and thought to himself, "Not that I can think of...except for missing our coffee date. I'd like to apologize for that."

"You're really cute, but I'm resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now for even thinking about apologizing for that, just so you know," Kurt replied.

Blaine looked startled by that statement to say the least, "And why would you do that?"

"Because!" he exclaimed, "Because you were miserable and upset and you want to apologize for not showing up for coffee!" He rolled over and laid face-first into a pillow on his stomach.

Blaine couldn't hold in his laugh as he sat up next to him and faced him, sitting pretzel style, "Uhm, I'm, um...sorry?"

Kurt turned his head to the side to look at him, "What did I just say about the apologizing?" he raised an eyebrow at him.

Blaine snorted, "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to. I'm s-" and before the rest of the word could even get out, he had a face full of pillow, "HEY!" he screamed.

Kurt batted his eyelashes innocently as he sat up, "What did I do?"

"What did you do?" Blaine scoffed, "Oh, you're gonna get it."

Within a nano-second, Blaine was hovering over him, fingers digging into his sides. He wasn't joking when he said that he would use tickling as a way to settle their little debates. Not when Kurt's beautiful laugh rang throughout the room and his cheeks got all rosy from being out of breath.

"This!" Laugh. "Isn't!" Laugh. "Fair!" Kurt screamed.

"What was that? I can't hear anything over the sound of me kicking your ass in this tickle war!" Blaine continued.

Kurt literally couldn't breathe after another few seconds, "Help...me..." he gasped dramatically.

Blaine smirked and stayed straddling his hips, "Well well, it looks like someone is a sore loser over here."

"No, no," Kurt disagreed, "You are just a sore winner."

"Keep telling yourself that, love," he said in an appeasing tone. But Kurt just looked up at him, a loving look in his eyes and a smile on his lips, "What?" Blaine laughed nervously.

"Nothing," Kurt shook his head and his smile stayed, "I'm just really glad to see you laughing right now is all."

"All thanks to you," he replied immediately, "And I'm being completely serious when I say that."

"I know you are."

"No, usually after those phone calls, I am a hell of a lot worse. But somehow all I had to do was see you and it didn't hurt so badly anymore. It was like every trace of doubt he put in my mind flew out the window. Because how could I doubt this?" He leaned down and pecked him on the lips, "Not even my asshole father can convince me that there is something wrong with that."

"Because there is nothing wrong with it," he agreed, "We're in love, that's why."

"Yeah," Blaine said with a big, goofy grin on his face, "We are, aren't we?"

"We absolutely are," Kurt leaned up to kiss him again, "You sure you're good?"

"Positive."

"Great. Now what do you say we go get that coffee now, huh?"

Blaine shot right up and Kurt laughed to himself as his boyfriend went to go change into more presentable, ‘coffee date worthy' clothes to go out in. At this point, Kurt was thanking every God he didn't believe in that Blaine was okay. That could have went a whole lot worse, and thank everything it didn't.

When Blaine re-emerged from the bathroom, he stood right in front of him, "Well? Better?" He held out his arms and spun around like a model for Kurt to inspect his outfit. He was wearing a dark gray hoodie that clung to his shoulders nicely and his hair was perfectly curly and his jeans were tight enough to make Kurt's mouth water. So yeah, he looked good.

"Much," he squeaked, definitely not proud of the noise he just made. Blaine smirked and walked out of the room to grab a key while Kurt stared unashamedly at his ass.

Yeah. The day had gotten a lot better.

The walk to the café had been nice in Blaine's mind. They walked side by side, holding hands, keeping close to each other's sides to keep warm while it drizzled. But neither of them had suggested walking under an awning or waiting to go until the weather had cleared up. Blaine knew that he, personally, would never suggest anything like that because walking in the rain was one of his favorite things in the entire world. It surprised him more that Kurt didn't suggest it. It only made him love him that much more.

When they ordered their coffees, Blaine noticed that the barista gave Kurt a strange look, "Hey?" he whispered and nudged his side.

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed.

"What was that about?" he asked and they moved over to the counter where their coffees would be put when they were ready.

"What was what about?" Kurt looked at him with sparkling sapphire eyes and tilted his head.

"That look," he stated, "The look the barista gave you when you ordered."

"Ah," then it hit Kurt what he was talking about, "That look was probably because it's the second time within three hours that I'm ordering the same two drinks," he assumed.

"You didn't have to do that," Blaine said softly.

"Yes I did," Kurt countered, "I want to buy my handsome boyfriend his coffee and if I have to do it twice, then she just has to deal with it."

"And you," Blaine kissed his cheek, "my darling boyfriend, are just too kind."

"Just doing my job," Kurt blushed and the barista called out their orders to signal that they were done.

Once they picked up their coffees, they walked to their table which was, thankfully, empty. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and intertwined their fingers on top of the table. The café was mostly empty, aside from them and a few other people, so it was quiet and the atmosphere was calm. It was just what Blaine needed.

"Thanks again for the coffee," he said and took a sip.

"Well it's the least I could do," Kurt replied as though it was obvious.

"And why's that?"

Kurt's eyes widened as if to say ‘Really, Blaine, really?' and he said, "You took me on a date in the Eiffel Tower, remember?"

"Ah, I think I can remember it if I try hard enough," Blaine teased and pretended to think about it.

"Poopface," Kurt mumbled and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I don't think I quite heard you," he joked.

"I called you a poopface," he answered immediately and directly.

"Oh, very mature," Blaine said sarcastically.

"Says the guy who settles his arguments over tickle fights," he countered.

"Touché," he admitted sadly.

Kurt smirked, "I win."

"Do not!"

"Yes I do!"

"Liar."

"I never tell lies."

"If I could tickle you right now, we both know who would really win this."

"And you just proved my point."

".....damnit."

"You are cute, though," Kurt stated and sighed happily.

Blaine smiled and rubbed a thumb over his knuckles, "I try my best."

"And it definitely pays off," it was worth saying just to see the blush in Blaine's cheeks that it created.

He just kept on smiling and then he thought of something he had wanted to ask, "So, are you up to anything today?"

Kurt bit his lip, "Well Rachel and I were planning on going to the Louvre around four."

"Oh," he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he already had plans, "That should be fun."

"Yeah. Finn's not going with us because he wasn't feeling too good this morning."

"That makes complete sense," he noted, his voice a bit flat.

Kurt was quiet for a good few seconds, "Do you want to come with us?" he offered.

Blaine's gold eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Yeah," Kurt laughed.

"Are you sure? I mean, if you two are hanging out together, I don't want to crash or anything..."

"Oh hush, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure and honestly? I want an excuse to spend more time with you."

"And Rachel's going to be okay with it?"

"Please," Kurt scoffed, "Rachel loves you and you know it," he stated.

"Very true," Blaine smirked.

"So you'll come with us?"

 He smiled, "Absolutely."

Kurt smiled, too.

Yeah, they had made something out of a day that could have been easily one of the shittiest ones in the history of shitty days. Blaine couldn't have been more thankful for Kurt if he tried. Sure, love does things to you; makes you do thinks you wouldn't ever do in your wildest dreams. But when you can be completely yourself around someone? When you can feel the most raw and real emotions and let someone else see them completely? That's how you know it's true. That's when you finally understand what love is in the realest sense of the term.