Title: Killed My Monster
Summary: Kurt thinks about how Blaine has changed his life for the better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kurt Hummel or Blaine Anderson. They belong to the writers of Glee.
Notes: I just had this idea and decided to write it. I don't know if it's a bit too... loose. Constructive criticism is always welcome. This was my first Klaine piece, so I hope you enjoyed it. There will be more on the way, hopefully soon.
Kurt Hummel was brave. He was talented, a star in the making. Loved by a few and that was all that he needed...
Right?
But Kurt Hummel was alone.
Sure, he walked down the hallways with friends by his side (usually Mercedes or Rachel), and he could talk to his dad about nearly everything (although Burt Hummel was more of a listener when it came to his son), but something seemed... missing.
Well, that was before he'd met Blaine Anderson.
When Kurt had first met Blaine, it was as though a million bombs had gone off in his head. When Blaine took his hand and ran with him down that hallway at Dalton, when he'd sung Teenage Dream to him for the first time - to say the least, it was love at first sight.
(For Kurt, at least. It had taken Blaine a while to realize his feelings for him)
Blaine had found Kurt during one of his darkest hours, helped him to escape the terrifying, dim world around him; he'd given him light in the form of a single word - courage. He'd soon realized that courage was all he really needed to get through life.
Well, courage and Blaine.
Their first kiss that day at Dalton, over the tiny coffin that Kurt had been making for Pavaratti - it was nothing less than magic. Kurt knew it. Blaine was the one.
They'd had their ups and downs, their good times and bad times and amazing times. They'd gone through it all, but every minute had been worth it. Especially now, when Kurt could wake up to Blaine every morning, whether he was still in bed with him or in the kitchen making breakfast, on the other side of the room pulling on his clothes or in the shower. Every morning, every day with Blaine was perfection.
Kurt knew that, no matter what happened between them, Blaine would never let him end up alone again. It reassured him, made the light grow brighter.
One night, Kurt had a nightmare. That he was walking through darkness, something following him. Hunting him down. And no matter how much he cried out no one came to help. Until he was attacked and was thrown into the waking world. He'd always had the same nightmare, ever since his mother had died. But this time, Blaine was there to save him.
He'd woken up with tears staining his cheeks and Blaine shaking his arm gently. Kurt burrowed his face into Blaine's chest, letting out soft, shaky sobs and clenching his fists around his shirt. Blaine didn't ask any questions, just pulled Kurt into his embrace and held him until he knew that it was okay. He didn't need to ask questions. All he needed to know was that Kurt was upset and that he needed to comfort him.
And so he did.
The next time Kurt slept, he was in the same dream; the same darkness. But instead of a hunter, or a growling beast, or some demonic entity trying to hunt him down, there was a little bit of light. Just a little bit, enough to follow, close enough to reach. And when he got there, there was Blaine. His voice, his embrace, his words that were perfect at all the right times.
Blaine Anderson, his hero.
Blaine, who'd killed his monster.