Blaine kept an eye out for his parents as Kurt drove slowly. There weren't many cars in the area of town where they were--Blaine wondered if the roads out of town were still as crowded as they had been before. If his parents were there...
No, they wouldn't have left without him.
The further into town they drove, the more deserted it seemed to become. It was silent between them. Blaine didn't know what to say, not about what was happening, what had happened, or what was going to happen. What he wanted more than anything was to just curl up against Kurt and cling to him for the next few forevers.
"Kurt--" Blaine said suddenly, tensing as he noticed a figure shuffling slowly along at the end of the street.