Three hours ago, at a parking lot of Dalton School, Blaine had offered to have a drink while watching a horror film. So, now, they were both sitting on the floor in their school uniforms, watching "Drag Me To Hell" and drinking strong beer. It was unbelievable that Blaine could ever think of drinking beer but nor a red wine or something like that… Sipping from his bottle, Kurt was thinking that probably Blaine was a usual person. Not that ideal one Kurt was worshipping.

Anyway, it was Blaine who offered to 'just relax before the Regionals like we did at Rachel's party'. Kurt was one hundred percent sure it was not a good idea. Because sometimes when he was thinking about Blaine his imagination derisively showed him a picture of a deadly drunk guy Blaine had looked like at that goddamn party. Kurt was trying to forget that kiss and later a singing duet of Rachel and his almost-boyfriend but he couldn't.

Kurt glanced at a boy sitting next to him. He was drunk. Again. Blaine was shivering, cuddling a big pillow, with fear in his eyes watching an ugly crone cursing a young woman. That wasn't actually scary but most likely alcohol made that surrealistic and ghastly for Blaine.

Kurt felt miserable. Why did he always choose weirdos to fall in love with? Finn, Sam, and now Blaine.

On the screen an old gypsy was trying to kill that young female in the car. That scene somehow reminded Kurt of his tormentor at McKinley High.

Was Dave Karofsky the only person who could ever want him? Did the only thing he deserve is the love of that ignoramus? Kurt felt like the most pathetic person in the whole world. Maybe he had to blame the alcohol, but suddenly he thought that Karofsky was more pitiful.

Like… The jock had to hide himself in the closet, hide his own nature and always pretend. Was he a great pretender or just too dumb to understand the fact that he's gay? Anyway, Kurt could be that evil side which would help him to come out. And then Karofsky's life would be a living hell. Even worse than Hummel's at McKinley used to be.

Kurt noticed that he was grinning like the insane when he unexpectedly heard a sonorous snore. "Oh, great! – he thought. – That jerk is sleeping!"

So he walked out of Blaine's room not caring about the switched-on tv set and the guy sleeping on the floor. The only thing that he was interested in right now was that he could make Dave Karofsky feel that pain he had felt before. And probably the fact that he couldn't walk in a straight line.

After that he definitely fell asleep. Because he couldn't call the jock and ask him to pick him up, and Karofsky couldn't agree, and Kurt couldn't kiss him, shaking with pleasure in big arms. And of course he couldn't ask the bully to help him to get upstairs into his room. And that thing that happened later couldn't be true.

Kurt was lying under a duvet with his eyes shut and with headache drilling his head.

"Please someone shoot me!" – he whispered, expecting to hear Blaine's joke in response.

"I told you last night, I won't hurt you, Hummel, so shut the fuck up, I wanna sleep" – muttered Karofsky's voice near his left ear. Kurt opened his eyes and turned his head to the source of the sound. The headache increased and Kurt felt like he was about to cry. The bully was lying naked in his bed under his blanket staring at his face with the look of concern. That just couldn't be true.

And then the door opened sounding like a gunshot and there was his father, yelling like a chainsaw – at least, it seemed so for Kurt's clouded mind.

The nightmare continued.