This is the third story in a series. The first was The Fates Are Now Writers and the second was The Fates Are Now Fans. Nothing will make sense without reading those. You have been warned.

Now, without any further ado, I present...

The Fates Are Now Characters


Written by

SciFiGleek

Beta Read by

omigoditschriscolfer


Chapter One: Nightmares


Yes/No
January 17th 2012
Gleeverse

In the daytime, at school with Blaine, he could make himself forget. But with sleep came nightmares. He relived his own death, over and over again.

Over and over...Kurt awoke with a panicked scream, sitting up in his bed, his body drenched in sweat and his hair tangled and matted slightly against the back of his head. It took him a moment to realize where he was; to realize that he was safe and that he wasn't being murdered by Karofsky again.

It was still dark out, the only illumination in the room coming from his alarm clock, which showed him that it was barely past three in the morning. He groaned, rolling over and pulling up his blankets to his chin. He was shivering, but he wasn't sure if that was because he was cold or if it was a residual effect of the nightmare. He couldn't go back to sleep, and he really didn't want to. But that didn't stop the memories from haunting him, lurking around in the back of his mind.

He considered calling Blaine, but he had awoken his fiancé for the last few nights and wanted at least one of them to get a full night's sleep tonight. He pulled the blanket up farther, covering his face to warm it up. Finn had been leaving his bedroom window open lately, and the cold winter air had a habit of crawling across the hall to Kurt's room at night. He silently cursed his brother as he flipped over again.

The clock ticked as another minute went by.

And another.

And another.

Kurt must have somehow managed to fall asleep again, because when he awoke again it was to his alarm clock. He reached out to silence it, only succeeding in knocking it to the ground where it continued to blare on. He glared at it for a moment, before leaning over the side of his bed and placing it back in its place, turning it off as he did so. The sharp sound, along with his interrupted sleep that night, had given him a headache and he really didn't feel like getting up.
Blaine's coming to pick me up this morning, he remembered, and the thought gave him some bit of motivation to get up. He stumbled out of bed, finding his way downstairs with his eyes barely open.

His dad and Carole were in the kitchen, but Finn was, as always, nowhere to be found, probably still fast asleep despite the cold temperatures spilling from under his bedroom door.

"Good morning," Carole greeted him brightly.
Kurt mumbled a reply, dropping into one of the bar seats and resting his head on the counter.

"You okay, kid?" his dad asked.

"Yeah, I'm just tired, I… um… didn't sleep well again."

"You're sure you're feeling alright?" Carole said, patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think I'll just get ready for school now. I just came down here to remind you that Blaine is going to come over early for breakfast this morning."

"We remembered," Carole assured him.

Kurt nodded, heading back upstairs. He knocked loudly Finn's door as he passed it, smirking when he heard the football player's mumbled protest.

He did without his normal morning routines, promising himself that he would double his moisturizing regimen that evening. After getting dressed, he collapsed back on his bed meaning to just lay there for a few moments but ended up falling asleep again.