Kurt is staring at his reflection in the tiny dorm bathroom that he shares with his boyfriend, running his fingers through his hair. They're going to the movies tonight and it's supposed to be totally laid-back and he shouldn't be spending this much time on his appearance, but he's Kurt Hummel so of course he's spending this much time on his appearance. There's 20 minutes until they're supposed to leave and he's trying to fix his hair just right when his iPhone buzzes against his side and he slips it out from his leopard print jeans. Blaine.

He accepts the call, bringing it up to his ear. “Hello?” He's kind of confused because as far as he knows, Blaine has to be less than two minutes away and if there was something he needed to talk to him about, he could have easily dropped in and done so.

“Hey, love. Um, I'm really, really sorry but I totally forgot that I have something really important to do tonight so I'm not going to be able to make it for our date but I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow I'm sorry I lo-”

The call drops, Blaine is cut off, and Kurt makes a face at himself in the mirror, redialing Blaine's number, only to be sent straight to voicemail. Blaine's phone must be dead, that's probably why he was talking so fast, but it's just not like him to cancel any of their dates or even to forget about plans, with him or with anyone else. It's definitely unlike him to cancel them with a hasty phone call twenty minutes before they were supposed to leave. And he knows it can't be Blaine's fault, but he can't help the dismay that's rising in his chest. There went his evening plans. He thinks about finding one of his other friends or doing some of his homework or getting a headstart on his moisturizing routine and maybe going to bed early, but instead he supposes he can sit around watching movies until Blaine got back from wherever it was he was going, and then they could talk about it. He abandons the bathroom and goes back into their dorm room, heading toward his desk where he and Blaine keep all of their movies- and they have a lot – but something he sees outside stops him.

He creeps toward the window. It's dark, and he's on the second floor, but that guy standing out there in the parking lot sure looks a lot like Blaine. He watches as the mystery guy leans against an expensive-looking car, says something to the guy in the driver's seat, who laughs, only Mystery Guy Who Looks Like Blaine isn't laughing. In fact, he looks rather unamused and annoyed. Mystery Guy Who Looks Like Blaine fiddles with the scarf around his neck and Kurt bites his lip, sucking in a breath. That is Blaine – it has to be, because that scarf around his neck is custom-made by a certain Kurt Hummel and had been given to him on their last monthiversary. There were simply none other like it in the world.

He watches as Blaine makes one last remark to the guy in the car- who doesn't look familiar at all, which leads Kurt to believe that he doesn't go to the school, and seems to be at least a few years older than he is – and then circles the car, gets in the passenger seat and drives off, out of the parking lot and out of Kurt's line of vision.

Kurt stares at the space where the car used to be, not sure what to think.

He doesn't know who that guy is.

He doesn't know why Blaine didn't tell him where he was going.

He doesn't want to jump to conclusions.

He's sure that there's a feasible explanation.

He just has no idea what it is.

He shakes his head and finally retreats from the window, grabbing the first movie from the pile- Moulin Rogue- kept always there at the top because it was their favorite to watch together. He pops it in the DVD player and collapses on Blaine's bed.

~*~

It's Kurt's turn to be woken up by his phone buzzing.

He doesn't recognize the number.

His eyes drift around the room, adjusting to the darkness. His stomach jumps a little when he realizes that Blaine isn't back yet. It's midnight. He should be back by now. He should have been back hours ago – it's past curfew. The menu music from the movie is looping, again and again and again, and he curses himself for falling asleep.

His phone keeps ringing, and he slides it open.

“Hello?”

“Kurt, thank god.” A breathless, familiar voice on the other end. A voice he would know anywhere.

Blaine.

“Can you pick me up? I'm... I'm kind of stranded.”

“Blaine? What's wrong, where are you?”

“I...I don't know. At a gas station, but I don't know where it is. Hold on...” There's static on the line and Kurt can hear Blaine's voice, muffled and distant. When he comes back, he rattles off an address that Kurt has never heard of, in some town two towns over.

“I'll be there soon, don't move,” he says, his voice sounding steadier than he's feeling inside.

“I won't. Th-thanks,” Blaine says, and Kurt is already typing the address into Google Maps on his phone by the time they hang up.

He tip-toes through the halls, slips out into the back parking lot, finds his car and wings it. He checks his phone every stoplight, making sure that he's following the correct roads. It's past midnight and it's, you know, Ohio, so there's barely anyone out on the road and he doesn't have to worry about paying attention all too much. His brain is working a mile a minute, wondering where Blaine was and why he was stranded and who was he with and what was wrong, but he obviously couldn't have any answers until he located Blaine, which was proving to be very, very difficult. Finally, after what feels like hours but was probably only thirty minutes, he pulls up next to a desolate gas station, breathing a sigh of relief when he finds Blaine, sitting down under a streetlight. He looks like me might be sleeping until Kurt pulls up and he lifts his head, standing upright. He stumbles a little, breathing deeply and leaning against the lamppost. Kurt rushes out of his car, steadying Blaine by the shoulders. He's shivering, his teeth chattering, the scarf around his neck not doing much to help.

“Blaine, are you crazy? You're going to get sick. Come on,” He says, ushering Blaine to the car. Blaine straightens up, nods, doesn't say anything. He's embarrassed, he's so embarrassed that he let this happen, and he doesn't know where to begin. He knows that he owes Kurt an explanation, but the words just won't come.

Kurt starts the car and they drive home. The entire ride is spent in silence. Kurt wants to ask him so many things, but Blaine's being so quiet and he knows that it'll be better to talk about this once they're home. Blaine is never this quiet. They pull into the parking lot and Kurt shuts the engine, but he doesn't get out of the car. They sit there like that, not saying anything for a while, until they wordlessly walk into the night, slip through the back doors of the school and tip-toe back to their dorm, undetected.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Kurt snaps.

“Care to tell me what the hell is going on with you? You can't just... disappear like that, out of nowhere, end up stranded in the middle of nowhere at midnight and tell me that this is nothing. It's something, Blaine, and I'm worried.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Blaine asks suddenly, collapsing onto his bed, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his head in his hands. He just needs to sleep. That's all he needs. He can't talk about it, not right then.

“No. Blaine, come on. We're talking about this now.”

Kurt sits down next to the shorter boy, who still isn't saying anything. Blaine leans against Kurt's shoulder, resting his head there, reaching for his hand.

“Can we please talk about this tomorrow?” He asks again, a shiver shaking him. “I'm so cold.”

Kurt's expression softens, and he sighs in defeat. “Fine. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Blaine promises, finding Kurt's pinkie and sealing the deal.

“Th-thank you. Thank you for always being there for me,” he says, falling back onto the bed and curling up. He's asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

Kurt sighs, watching his chest rise and fall. Sleep tonight is going to be impossible. He's still so freaking confused, so worried. He doesn't know where Blaine went, what happened there, who he was with, what has him so shaken up.

All he knows is that Blaine went somewhere, with someone, who left him. And Blaine did something, somewhere, that's left him exhausted.

Tomorrow.