1st January

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran


It was quarter past two in the morning when Kurt woke up.

Blaine was curled into himself, hugging his knees to his chest. His hair lay, an explosion, on his pillow. His chest rose and fell slightly as he slept. Kurt reached out a hand to tuck one of his boyfriend's curls behind his ear. And he slept on.

Kurt kissed Blaine on his forehead softly, not wanting to rouse him from his sleep. He then stood quietly. He grabbed a pair of jeans in the dark, opening the door softly and shutting it behind him. Once out in the hallway, he stepped into the trousers and tugged them up his thighs, zipping them up when they comfortably hugged his hips. Next to the door he found a pair of trainers, Blaine's but it didn't matter; they had the same sized feet anyway. He stepped into them, his bare feet touching the soft interior, and laced them up loosely. His chest was still bare, so he grabbed a jacket off the coat rack, Blaine's brown leather one, and shrugged it on.

Then he grabbed the set of keys from the hallway table and headed out of the apartment. He decided on using the stairs instead of the elevator for two reasons; one - he needed the exercise to help him sleep at quarter past two in the morning, and two - it was quarter past two in the morning.

Kurt arrived at the bottom of the stairs and slipped out of the building. The cool September air hit him as he left the heated lobby and he hugged Blaine's jacket closer around him, smiling when he smelt Blaine on it. Kurt often went for early morning walks now. Ever since his insomnia came back it just seemed like the right thing to do. There was no point in staying in the room and risking waking Blaine. Besides the fact that he wanted Blaine to sleep properly, Kurt hated the thought of worrying him. He could deal with this by himself.

As he plodded down the street, he passed a guy and smiled at him. The guy smiled back. And they continued on their different paths. Kurt loved seeing the life around him as he came out at the time, from the pigeons dozing on the lampposts to imagining a backstory behind every stranger he saw. It gave the twilight a special quality.

Kurt never chose the same route, to avoid boredom. This time he walked two blocks until he saw their local coffee shop. He smiled as he looked in the window of the 24/7 café, seeing the various people inside. One of them caught his eye and waved. He waved back.

He started on his walk back to the apartment. The air he was breathing in was cool. Refreshing. It helped to clear his head, helped him to think properly and hopefully make it easier for him to sleep when he got back.

And when, twenty minutes later, he opened the apartment door again, he entered with a yawn, stretching. He smiled. Maybe he'd be okay tonight.

He unlaced the shoes and stepped out of them, kicking them under the coat rack. Next he took the jacket off,relishing in the feeling of it leaving his bare skin. He decided to take his jeans off before returning to the room to make it easier not to wake Blaine.

But as he pushed the bedroom door open he shouldn't've worried. Sat in the middle of the bed, cross legged and facing the door, was an awake looking Blaine.

"Honey?"

"I couldn't sleep." Kurt dumped the jeans, climbing into bed. He laid down and Blaine laid beside him.

"I figured." Blaine kissed Kurt softly, tenderly on his lips. Then he settled, holding Kurt with his head against his own chest, making Kurt listen to his heart beating. It was a trick which had apparently worked with Kurt when done by Elizabeth. And, judging by the soft breathing from the other body, it worked now too.