Kurt woke up to someone shaking him. Blaine. "Kurt? Baby? Are you okay?" Kurt mumbled something incoherent. "Kurt, you were screaming in your sleep. Please, talk to me" "I- I was dreaming that Karofskey (I think that's how you spell it) was…. There, and he was taking everything. You, Rachel, Mercedes, Finn, dad, the new directions, my life, my happiness, my pictures of my mom, and I had to sit there and watch." "Baby, it was just a dream. I will never let him do anything to you. He can't touch you now. He was arrested 2 weeks ago, for assault. He can't touch you baby." "I know… but it seemed so real" Kurt sobbed, the tears streaming down his face and down onto Blaine's shoulder. "I'll be right back." "O-okay"
When Blaine returned, he was holding a tray of cookies and milk. Kurt raised his eyebrows. "When I was little and I had nightmares, my mom would take me into the kitchen and bake cookies. She'd pour some milk and we'd sit there talking until I'd forgotten what the dream was." "Oh." Blaine handed a plate of cookies to Kurt, and placed the milk on the nightstand. Kurt wasn't sure what to do, so Blaine dipped a cookie in the milk and put it in Kurt's mouth. "Mm, this is delicious, did you make these?" "I had anxiety when I was younger, so I had nightmares a lot. When I got older, I got my mom to teach me to make cookies, so I wouldn't have to wake her up. I got pretty good at it. If I do say so myself." " These are delicious, you should sell them at next week's bake sale." "If Wes and David knew I bake cookies, the would never let it go." "David plays the Kazoo, and Wes is in love with his gavel. They can't talk." "Fair enough" Blaine kissed Kurt, and held him until he was asleep. Then he himself dropped off, into dream of cookies and Kurt. So he wasn't surprised to wake up with a smile on his face. Kurt was mumbling in his sleep, something about defying gravity, Rachel, and high F. he smiled, and dropped back into his sleep, Kurt holding him in his embrace, as a reflex that acted via default, even in his sleep. Peaceful, until Karofskey got out of prison. But that was a bridge to cross when it came.