Kurt brushed his hand over the soft curls of the boy he loved. His lips twisted up into a light smile. Blaine snuggled deeper into him and grunted in his sleep. Kurt twisted a loose lock of hair between his fingers and tilted his head at Blaine. A few minutes of comfortable silence past, when Blaine grunted restlessly and turned over to lay on his right. The smile fell from Kurt when Blaine's grip tightened on his shirt and his boyfriends forehead creased in apparent stress. "Blaine. . ?" He asked more to himself then the boy with him. Blaine remained quiet but a few beads of sweat were forming above his brow. Wait a second . . .

Blaine grunted and moved restlessly in his sleep.

Oh. . .

Blaine was having a nightmare. But what could Kurt do to help? Maybe he should wake him up. With that thought he leaned over to say something and jostle the younger boy when something occurred to him. Instead he shifted Blaine into a more comfortable position and hummed a few notes.

Black star. Black star.

Forever you will be.

His voice was quiet and breathy so as not to disturb any warblers in other rooms. Only Blaine would hear him, or at least he hoped so. Would Blaine hear him even though he was unconscious? He was fairly sure that he had seen some study on television about being able to hear music and tapes while you sleep. Maybe Kurt was being silly. He continued to look down at his Blaine. So beautiful, talented and amazing. This anomaly of perfect, his Blaine.

Maybe Kurt was being silly, or maybe he didn't care.

A shining star. A shining star.

Blaine would always be his star. No matter whether they became world famous, well-known or non-existent in the Broadway world or otherwise. Blaine would always be his shining star.

Be what ever you can be.

A rock star. rock star.

He bit back a laugh at the repeated rock star. Remembering back to the first time he met Blaine.

"The warblers are like rock stars!" He had said that faithful day when they met on the staircase. Kurt grinned wide, his glaze eyes shinning.

You will always be a black star.

Black star. black star.

He loved Blaine, with all he had, and perhaps the best part of this moment was that he knew that Blaine loved him just as much.

.

Black star. Black star. Black star.

He finished the melody with an amused look at his boyfriend who was now sleeping peacefully.

A/N Doesn't your heart just melt for these two? Just a short little drabble for an idea I had while listening to Aril Lavigne's song 'Black Star' if that wasn't obvious already. Please leave a Review. No matter how many times people say it, it's still true- reviews make writers happy and inspire them to write more.