Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: Enjoy!
The Night and I, and You
"I knew you suffer from insomnia, Blaine. I didn't know you write whenever you can't sleep," Kurt says tightening his hold a little more around Blaine. Both boys sitting on Kurt's bed, Blaine's back resting against Kurt's chest, his head tilted a little to the side, so he can breathe in the comforting smell of his boyfriend and their shared shower gel, in use in an attempt to be able to make each other's unique scents out more clearly under it.
Blaine is holding a slightly crumbled paper in both his hands, still folded twice. "I have never shared any of my writing with anyone before," Blaine sounds not actually scared, but like he feels small, right now, very.
And uncertain.
Kurt's hands come both to rest over Blaine's, thumbs running in a soothing, gentle motion over the back of Blaine's hands, over and over, "I'd love to hear it."
Blaine takes a deep, shaky breath, hands trembling terribly as he unfolds the paper, only looking down at it himself as it is fully unfolded.
"It is strange a sensation
To want to know as much as I do
What goes on in my mind.
No getting through,
Night is the element,
Midnight the time
To carry
To relate, to the workings my mind makes.
The rays of the sun only pierce me through,
Like their eyes.
The night's embrace is soft and cool
So I stumble through the days,
Whenever I have too.
Dance in the night air,
Whenever I can,
Breathe.
Breathe deep."
The midnight stroll they take in the light of the full moon that night sees Kurt pulling Blaine close, in the middle of the deserted street, swaying to the humming of the wind and the drumming of the leaves.