A/N: This came out of nowhere, but it needed to be written. I feel a lot better now. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?
It wasn’t often that they got to spend the day together. With school and family and NYADA and New York coming up, not to mention Nationals and Glee rehearsals, time was spread thin for Kurt and Blaine to have alone time. But today, a quiet Sunday without practices, family arrangements or assignments to finish, they would have a day completely do themselves. To say Kurt was excited was an understatement.
He had the whole day planned out. A special brunch prepared by none other than himself, a walk in that really nice park with the ducks that Blaine likes, a bit of shopping and a movie, and finally ending the night off at Blaine’s house, which was wonderfully empty for the weekend. Everything would be perfect; Kurt could feel his heart flutter at just the thought of it. They’ve been together for a year and three months so far, and he hopes to God that little flutter never goes away.
He looked to the bottom right of his laptop and frowned. Blaine should have been here forty five minutes ago. Kurt narrowed his eyes, thinking back to the past two days. He hadn’t heard from Blaine, but didn’t think much of it. He himself had been busy frantically getting his assignments and studying done in preparation for today. He assumed Blaine was doing the same. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his conversation with Blaine. The past three texts he’d sent were given no response.
Kurt thought back to the last time he’d seen Blaine, it was Friday in glee club. He’d been fine, maybe a little withdrawn, but that’s not anything to worry about. Blaine just gets quiet sometimes. They’d left off on a good note, Blaine had smiled and kissed him, telling Kurt he was really looking forward to Sunday. It seemed genuine.
Blaine had replied to his texts on Friday night, short answers, but not completely uninterested. Kurt had figured he’d just been busy. He shot off a few to Blaine on Saturday, in between his assignments, but Blaine hadn’t responded. And this morning he hadn’t replied when Kurt sent him a rather charming good morning text.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Kurt sent a few more texts. Nothing serious, just asking him if he’d overslept, where he was, if he was almost ready. After another twenty minutes of waiting, Kurt picked up the phone and called Blaine.
It rang and rang and rang. And went to voicemail.
He called three more times with no answer. Okay, don’t panic, he told himself, grabbing his bag and heading downstairs to the door, He’s probably just in the shower. Maybe he’s on his way, nobody uses their phone in the car now, no matter what.
But still, Kurt felt that nervous stab in his stomach.
“Hey Kurt, I thought you and Blaine had plans today?”
“Yeah dad, we did, uh, we do. I think he just overslept though, so I’m going to meet him at his house instead,”
Burt gave him a look, “Blaine sleeping in this late? It’s almost eleven thirty. I didn’t know he could stay still that long,”
Kurt gave him a half-hearted laugh, “Yeah, well…”
Burt really had no idea just how long Blaine could stay still, unable to move from his bed in a fit of depression. Sleeping for sixteen hours at a time. Too tired to leave his room, to get food or shower, too apathetic to care when he last left the house.
Kurt felt his heart clench. He shoved his feet into a pair of shoes, grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. He really hoped that’s not what this was. He prayed he’d find Blaine rushing around the house to get ready, realizing he overslept and filled with embarrassment and apologies that Kurt would kiss away. They would laugh and go out for brunch instead.
Kurt wished that’s what he would find at the Anderson’s home, but the worry gnawing at his stomach told him otherwise.