Hi, everyone! So this is my first work for Glee, and I'm so excited to have people read it! This first chapter is very short, as it's basically an introduction into my style of writing and I hope to intrigue you all with this little bit. Hopefully it does its job and pulls you in! It's obviously Klaine-centric, but it will be a very heavy read full of angst and violence (although not too graphic). If you like it, let me know by reviewing! I don't want to be one of those authors who says the more reviews they get, the faster they write, but obviously better feedback will make me even more excited than I already am to write this, and some constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated anyway! Enough rambling from me, now onto the story!
Chapter One: Of Dreams and Nightmares
He could not sleep. He would not sleep. He had not allowed himself succumb to anything near a perfect, full night of deep rest in months, instead only falling into a light sleep when absolutely necessary and only for a minimal amount of time.
It wasn't that Blaine did not want to sleep; he was absolutely exhausted. But the dreams, the nightmares, were too terrible, and they seemed to happen whenever he closed his eyes for even the briefest of moments.
Whenever he did sleep, he was constantly tortured by images of dark ruby blood flashing before his eyes, throat-tearing screams of pure terror, and visions of bright blue eyes filled to the brim with tears locking onto his own hazel ones looking so, so scared and he could not do anything to help.
But what was even worse than the nightmares were the dreams that filled him with bliss while occurring, but heart-wrenching pain when he woke up. Memories of quick hugs and gentle kisses, of sweet singing and soft peals of laughter, of love, of Kurt, were more than he knew how to deal with and left Blaine either tired and numb, or full of too many things that he did not desire to feel.
Even with all these thoughts floating around in his head, he finally started to drift off, eyes slowly shutting and body relaxing into his bed that seemed too large and cold for just one person.
But that didn't last long.
Blaine's eyes flew open and he jolted upright in his bed when he heard the door to his room creaking open. Peering into the darkness that surrounded the edge of his bed, he looked toward the direction of the noise. He leaned forward slightly and spotted a dark mass in the shape of a human coming toward him.
Narrowing his eyes, Blaine slowly creeped his hand underneath his pillow, feeling around for the dagger he kept there. Knowing that nothing or no one with good intentions would be sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, he whispered a few unintelligible syllables underneath his breath, almost completely silent, placing an enchantment on his dagger to help supplement his aim in the near pitch-black darkness.
Of the very little he could see, he noted the shortness of the figure and the glint of the few rays of pale moonlight sneaking in underneath his heavy curtains in the figure's eyes. Something twinged inside of Blaine, and although he could not place exactly what it was, it felt familiar to him.
In spite of the sudden urge to put his dagger down and see who the figure was first, he pushed the feeling away, focusing on the soft footsteps slowly and carefully approaching his bedside and the thrum of the enchantment running through his dagger, concentrating on the power to keep his mind and hand steady.
When the figure finally stood at the side of his bed and Blaine was about to strike with his dagger, he heard something that made his dagger fall out of his now completely limp hand, his jaw gape open, and involuntary tears spring into his eyes. It was not the voice that came from the figure, but rather the words it spoke.
"Blaine?" the voice whispered, high-pitched and feminine. "We found him."
At those words, a loud, despairing cry spilled from Blaine's slightly parted lips and the tears that threatened to fall before finally began to trickle down his face.
The figure who had come into his room just sighed and wrapped their arms around him, holding him close and letting him cry.
Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! If you feel up to it, let me know how much you like it and what I could improve on!
Oh, and anyone who can guess who the figure it will receive my eternal gratitude (because that's basically all I have).