Sunday.

Time to go home.

Blaine was nervous. About many things.

First, there was the fact that he had no idea what to expect when he got home. His memory was still fuzzy, but he was pretty sure he had tried to choke his father to death. He couldn't imagine him welcoming him home with open arms, despite his mother's claims. Plus, he no longer had the threat of coming out or causing a scandal to use for blackmail. His father had suddenly gained some power in their relationship. Blaine would have to tread carefully.

Then there was Kurt.

He wasn't sure what to expect from his parents, so he didn't know if he would be able to come and go as he had always done. Would he still get to see Kurt? On top of that, he wasn't sure how Burt felt about things. It didn't matter if this mess was Blaine's fault or not. Kurt's relationship with Blaine was what got him mixed up in everything. Burt might decide that enough was enough and forbid Kurt to see him. Blaine was sure he would die if that happened. He would really, truly die. Or commit a kidnapping.

Last, there was the darkness.

It was very calm. Still. Quiet.

And, it didn't feel strong.

Blaine was worried. Yes, he had wanted the darkness to lessen but now, as he prepared to head home to who knows what, he wanted it at full strength. He needed the protection. He wanted to be able to take care of himself and Kurt. He hoped the feeling was temporary and due to the fact that he and Kurt had been together 24-7 for an entire week. Heaven calming the hell.

After they packed the car and took one last look around the house, they were ready to go.

"I hate to leave this place. This has been the best week of my life." Kurt sighed sadly.

Blaine looked at him. He reached down and took both of Kurt's hands in his. "We will come back again. I promise."

The enormity of what was about to happen suddenly dawned on Kurt. He threw his arms tightly around Blaine.

"What's going to happen when we get back?"

"I don't know beautiful. I don't know."