Summary: The distance between Kurt and Blaine begins to take its toll on Blaine, first chapter, bit angsty, please bear with me, first attempt...reviews/prompts encouraged.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with it. Nor do I own any music referred to in the text.

The rain beat relentlessly against the dark windows of the car and the night stretched on seemingly forever as Blaine headed steadily down the highway lost in his own thoughts. Lights from passing cars illuminated his face momentarily; his usual mask now gone, if anyone was to see him now they would see a distracted and somewhat blank faced individual, there was no music, just the rain. Bitterness hung in the air so thickly you could almost taste it. Lost in his own thoughts he drove.

Blaine was lonely. Kurt was gone. Had been gone for three weeks. There were conversations and texts but Blaine missed the feeling of Kurt. The emotional attachment possibly more than the physical. Just to know he was there, could be there if he needed him. Just a physical presence in the room even if they weren't touching. He was floundering on his own. Kurt had promised to come home this weekend but flights had proved to be difficult to come by and Blaine had received a call earlier that day from a devastated Kurt confirming his most desperate thoughts. He would be alone again.

On he drove. The inevitable journey to his empty home seemingly taking an age. Distraction from the unavoidable had proved insufficient to bolster his thoughts. The friends he inherited from Kurt had been kind; he had been included in Sam and Arties evening of video games and pizza but his half hearted attempts to feign interest had proved too draining and he had slipped out with the excuse of the bad weather to cover his desolation.

A faint buzz bought Blaine back from his thoughts, the rain still fell and the cars still passed and gradually he dragged himself back to the present. The glow of his mobile warmed him. The knowledge that someone, most likely Kurt was on the other end of that message seemed to ease him out of the nothingness he had slipped into.

The phone lay on the passenger seat. The seat which should of held his boyfriend, the seat that for the Summer had been privy to the private lives of the couple, the times where they had nowhere to go but went anyway, the times where they laughed, sang and kissed. The times where they would sit in silence just to be together. Now the phone lay alone, glowing, offering the promise of softly spoken words of comfort. He glanced down but made no attempt to touch it.

Wandering through the dark house Blaine felt unusually calmed by the darkness. Like a blanket was draped around him in which he was allowed to feel the loneliness he was currently masked in. Making his way to his room he barely glanced around him. Nothing had changed since this morning when he had left, no-one had been there to change anything. No-one would be there when he awoke. He was alone both physically and emotionally and it was dark everywhere.

The glow of the mobile continued to nudge at the corner of Blaine's consciousness as he changed his wet clothes and curled up under his duvet. The thought of hearing Kurt's voice should have been something that made him dizzy with anticipation but tonight his strength would be sucked from him if he listened to the soft voice of his partner without hope or possibility of contact. The solitude of his thoughts too great to break through. He slept. Protected by the darkness and with hope glowing silently from the top of his night stand. Tomorrow he would face his thoughts, tonight he would face his dreams and hope they would be kind.

Light inched its way across the room. Falling warmly across the tousled heap of bedding that was Blaine. It was early. The light was soft and the sounds of the neighbourhood were not yet heard. He stirred. The rain had moved on, leaving a freshness behind which was palpable. Easing open a bleary eye Blaine fumbled for his phone. Remembering the moments before he fell asleep. A message. A message from Kurt. A message he should have listened to last night but it had been too dark. Too dark for even Kurt to break through.

Clutching the phone he listened. The automation of the message service seeming cold and unfeeling as he waited for the sound he needed to hear and then there it was - Kurt. Why he didn't man up and listen last night would always remain a mystery even to him. Lost in his own desperation he had missed a soul warming gesture which may have saved him unnecessary heartache.

Soft music, played and the voice of Kurt ghosted from the phone.

I can't wait another day, until I call you.

You've only got my heart on a string, and everything a flutter.

But another lonely night, might take forever

We've only got each other to blame, it's all the same to me love,

Coz I know, what I feel, to be right.

No more lonely nights, never be another, no more lonely nights.

You're my guiding light, day or night I'm always there.

And I won't go away until you tell me so; no I'll never go away.

May I never miss the thrill, of being near you?

And if it takes a couple of years to turn your tears to laughter,

I will do what i feel to be right

No more lonely nights, no more lonely nights.

Soothing his mind the melody twined though Blaine's awareness, his heart and soul.

Kurt had called. Kurt loved him. Kurt cared. Darkness was lifting.