May 2011

Blaine sighed heavily, his right arm tucked between the hood of his car and the back of his neck with Kurt lying on top of his left. Kurt's knees were bent; he used his thighs as a makeshift book holder. Blaine couldn't understand the words—most of it written in French—but listening to Kurt conjugating verbs calmed Blaine. It had been the first day in two weeks that they had seen each other, both occupied with papers and exams. While Blaine had already finished all of his exams Kurt still had two to go, and had insisted on using their date time to study.

"Kurt, you know this language like you know the back of your hand," Blaine reminded him and attempted to use his left arm to pull him closer.

Kurt avoided looking at Blaine, keeping his eyes trained on the French composition book, "Studying never hurt anyone, Blaine." If he looked at his boyfriend, and the luring smile that was bound to be plastered on his face, Kurt knew he wouldn't get anymore studying done. So he focused, reading the next set of verbs out loud.

"It hurts me," Blaine muttered and Kurt laughed.

"Right, because you're not getting any."

"Have you been spending more time with Santana lately?" Blaine asked with a laugh; it sure as hell sounded like something the vixen would say.

"No more than absolutely necessary," Kurt sighed and closed the French book with a sharp snap. "Fine. I'll pay attention to you."

"Finally. We only have—" Blaine pulled his right hand from under his head and glanced at the time on his wristwatch. He frowned, "—a half an hour until I have to get you home in time for curfew."

"I can be a little late, B," Kurt said with a smile.

"Burt made it pretty clear I was to have you home on time, and that's exactly what I'm going to do," Blaine helped Kurt off the car before pressing a kiss to his lips. He pouted, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too."

"And now I have to wait another week to see you again," Blaine pouted and pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug.

"Hey, we have another seven days and then I'm all yours for three months of insufferable Ohio heat," Kurt said and Blaine laughed into his shoulder.

"Alright, I should get you home," Blaine tugged open the passenger side door of his car. "Your chariot awaits."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but played along anyways, "Why thank you."

"Hey, bro, you okay?" Finn asked from the kitchen table. Kurt fussed with the coffee maker at the counter, and his mood had been sour for days.

"I'm," Kurt grunted and shoved the coffee pot back into place, "fine."

Finn left the table and as he passed Burt in the doorway he shrugged, "I tried."

Burt sighed, "Kurt, what's wrong?"

"Something's wrong with this thing," Kurt mumbled.

"You're not upset over a coffee maker, Kurt, what's wrong? Did you and Mercedes have an argument?"

"No," Kurt turned to face his father. "I'm fine, dad."

"So it's Blaine," Burt smiled knowingly. "What did he do?"

"Why do you think he did anything?" Kurt asked as he propped his hands on his hips.

"Because I know my son and this is your 'someone did something wrong to me' face. What did Blaine do?"

Kurt huffed and dropped his hands down to his sides, "I'm the one with papers and finals to finish, and yet I still manage to text him. I still manage to call him, but does he answer my texts? No. Does he call me back? No."

"Did you upset him somehow?" Burt asked cautiously and as Kurt's eyes widened the elder Hummel immediately regretted the question.

"Now it's my fault that Blaine is ignoring me?"

Burt rubbed a hand over his face, "No, kiddo, I'm just trying to help you figure out what's wrong here. Blaine cares about you, and I know neither of you would intentionally do anything to hurt the other."

"I don't get it, dad," Kurt flopped onto a bar stool next to Burt and leaned into his shoulder. "What did I do?"

Burt stroked his son's hair; he could feel tears dropping against his t-shirt, "I'm sure there's a good reason for all of this, okay? You'll see."

There was a moment of silence between the two before Kurt let out a soft and tired sigh, "Yeah."

The next morning found Blaine returning Kurt's calls. Kurt noted that Blaine's voice sounded sad over the phone, but Blaine insisted his father had been working him to the bone now that school had let out for the summer and that he was tired.

"He calls it 'building character'," Blaine scoffed. "I call it child labor."

Kurt stifled a laugh. He knew Blaine hadn't meant it to be funny, but to Kurt it had sounded hilarious to hear Blaine say it.

"Are you okay though?"

"I'm fine. I'm tired, but I'm fine," Blaine paused and Kurt was sure the silence would suffocate him. "I miss you. I miss you so much."

"I know; I miss you too."

"It's Wednesday."

"Two and a half more days, and then we can plan road trips and pool dates with Finn and Rachel."

"God that sounds amazing," Blaine exhaled hard into the mouthpiece of the phone. "I can't wait to get my arms around you, and just—be."

Kurt smiled, "I love you."

"I love you, too. I'll text you before bed, okay?"

"Sure."

Kurt tapped his pencil against his desk; his leg bounced underneath the table as he watched the clock. It was the last class he'd ever have to attend for the school year. He'd finished the paper, they'd discussed options for the next semester's classes, and now their teacher was rambling about some subject no one really cared about. The clock ticked past two thirty and then the bell rang loudly.

Kurt jumped from his desk, tore through his locker gathering his extra clothing he stashed there, his books, and pictures. He smiled at the one of him with Blaine in the park; the two had squeezed together and snapped the photo, both of them with smiles on their faces. He pocketed the picture before rushing down the hallway to find Finn, his ride home.

"Hey!" Kurt called out to Rachel, and the shorter brunette turned.

"Hey, Kurt."

"Have you seen Finn?"

"Last I saw he and Puck were heading towards the locker room," Rachel sighed. "We're supposed to drop his stuff off at his place and then go to mine." She smiled brightly, "My dads are out of town again so we'll have the entire house to our—"

"Whoa," Kurt held up his hands in front of her face. "Too much information, Rachel. I do not need to hear about your escapades with my brother."

"You're honestly no fun at girl talk," Rachel pouted.

"Yes, well when you date someone other than my brother you are most definitely allowed to share details." Rachel opened her mouth but Kurt shushed her. "We need to find Finn. I have to be home so I can change into something fabulous and surprise Blaine at work."

"Isn't he working with his dad?"

"Mhm, I'm sure he won't mind. He'll understand that we've missed each other, and just cannot wait to be near each other again."

"Now who's giving too much information," Rachel laughed and looped her arm around Kurt's. "Let's go find our men."

July 2011

The restraints were necessary, they told him, for his safety. They were worried he would hurt himself or others on the pediatric psychiatric ward. He didn't remember how they had got the idea that he would ever want to hurt himself; he didn't remember how they had brought him there.

They wouldn't tell him. We'll tell you what you need to know, when you need to know.

'For your own safety' was the standard answer to every question he asked the doctors. His father only looked at him with the same look of pity and sadness.

They told him his boyfriend hadn't been real, a sick delusion he had concocted in the depths of his mind. He had created characters, figments of his imagination.

"No one is real, son," his father, his doctors, and his nurses told him every day he had asked why no one was visiting. "You created them all."

He was kept caged like a criminal in prison except the prison bars and metal beds were four white padded walls and a hospital bed that moved his position depending on the time of day—sitting during the day, laying flat at night.

"They're not real, son. Your delusions made them up, but we'll help you clear your mind here. We'll help you get better."

A/N: Seriously, I worked on this during my entire Lit class today. I don't even remember what we talked about and the class is like 3 and a half hours.. I know I know, two stories at once? Don't worry Not Alone will be updated tomorrow, too. Pinky swear. Hope you like this.