The storm rages in the dead of night.
Lightning strikes.
The sky ignites, the blackness shattered,
But only for a moment, a beat or two.
Thunder roars.
The walls tremble, the trees sway.
Then stillness as the roof is pelted by the falling rain.
Another crack in the sky.
Another rumble through the house.
A whimper.
"Kurt—"
A soothing tone.
A hand clutches fabric tightly.
Another gently strokes dark curls.
Sweet nothings, calming whispers.
Legs intertwined,
Covers rumpled.
The sky is shattered yet again. And again.
"Blaine, I've got you, it's okay."
A relieved sigh. A tear or two.
Lips pressed to hair; a soft kiss.
Comfort.
Love.
Lightning strikes.
A/N: So I wrote this little poem-style fic while trapped in the Poconos over Labor Day weekend and just never posted it. It was pouring late at night, and I was inspired. And there you go. Hope you like it! Let me know :)