KLAINE MADE LOVE. I died. Thank God this was written before I died. Here. Have a chapter. Have a million chapters. Have ALL the chapters. I'm just gonna float off somewhere and remain dead. Love You All.
Blaine returned the next day, but Kurt was gone from the room. He dashed to the nurses' station, and begged them to tell him where Kurt had gone.
"Oh," one of the nurses said softly, catching a pitying glance from an orderly that had helped out with Kurt's freak out yesterday.
"He's been sent to the psychiatric unit," she murmured softly, trying to keep her voice low to maintain the privacy. "He had another anxiety attack last night, at around four in the morning, and they took up for observation." Blaine gasped, horrified. She nodded her head in sympathy. "I only tell you this because I know you're his boyfriend," she added, earning herself another gasp from Blaine. "I've seen the way you look at him, it's hard not to figure it out," she finished, turning her head to another patient who had come to the station looking for ice chips. After asking the other patient to hang on a sec, she passed Blaine a small scrap of paper with a series of numbers on it.
"That's the room number and section of the hospital he's in. Go, find your man." She threw him a conspiratorial wink, and returned her attention to the other patient.
Blaine grabbed the paper and flew from the nurses' station, asking a helpful orderly the direction of the new wing he was going to. After being pointed in the proper direction, he began walking.
Why was he so infatuated with this boy he had never met before? What kind of angelic pull did he have over Blaine? Because, truth be told, Blaine was almost positive this young man was an angel, sent to earth just for him. He had never really been very religious before, had gone to Sunday school a few times as a kid, but had never been overly fond of hellfire and damnation, which seemed to be what the preacher was always talking about. But if a person like Kurt could exist, then why not God? Why not angels? Why not an entire world in the clouds called Heaven where people were inexplicably happy? As long as Kurt was with him, he would be happy to be in Hell, or Heaven, or Limbo, or whatever.
Blaine finally made his way to Kurt's room, and looked in the tiny window to see Kurt looking out the window on the other side. His heart raced as he imagined all the terrible things that Kurt could yell at him if he entered the room. He was frightened of the boy, but still wanted nothing more than to go in there and hold him. Make him feel loved, special. Because he truly was special. He was Kurt.
A woman stopped beside him, looking in the room at Kurt. She had dark brown hair with lighter highlights. Her hair was fixed in a longish bob, and beside her stood a freakishly tall young man, about Blaine's own age.
"Are you a friend?" The woman asked him, her hand resting gently on Blaine's shoulder. He shook his head slightly, his reply hesitant and unsure.
"Not really. We met once, and then I caught him when he passed out yesterday." Blaine's shoulders shrugged as he recounted his story. It was mostly the truth. "I'm the one who called the paramedics," he finished lamely, bringing his hand up and running it through his hair nervously.
The woman looked at him in awe, as though she understood exactly why he was there, and none of it was what he had mentioned. He silently cursed his inability to lie, especially to adults. The younger man reached over and gave Blaine a small squeeze on the other shoulder, flashing him a grim grin.
"I'm Finn," he offered, his hand stuck out in greeting. Blaine clasped it, feeling the warmth and comfort of the gentle giant before him. "And this is my mom, Carole," he added, turning to the woman beside Blaine, who also stuck her hand out for a handshake. Once he had his hand in hers, however, she pulled him into a warm hug, patting his back in typical motherly fashion. Blaine turned a soft pink at the display of affection, especially since he had just met this woman.
"We're Kurt's step-family," Carole finally released Blaine long enough to explain. Although, it didn't explain very much.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, now curious in spite of himself.
"Kurt's natural mother died when he was quite young, eight, I believe," Carole began rambling, and Finn wandered off, murmuring something about snacks. "Kurt and his father were together for almost seven years by themselves. Then Kurt developed a crush on my Finn, bless his heart," Carole waved in the general direction of where Finn went. Blaine's eyes widened in surprise; this wasn't the type of thing you would normally tell a random stranger. He expected Carole must be pretty upset to be divulging her stepsons' darkest secrets.
"When that happened, he decided to introduce his dad to me at a parent-teacher interview, of all places!" Carole tittered nervously, looking in on the boy lying morosely in the bed. She let out a tiny sniffle, and Blaine offered her the handkerchief he always kept in his back pocket. Because, you never know.
"Thanks," she replied softly, wiping her eyes gently. She attempted to return it, but he advised her she could keep it. He had plenty more at home.
"Then my poor Burt had a heart attack while he was at work." Her sniffles became more pronounced, and Blaine shuffled over to her, slipping an arm around her shoulder for comfort. She turned her head toward his shoulder, and was soon crying in earnest. "H-He never woke up from t-the coma h-he was in…" She trailed off, and Blaine wrapped both arms around the weeping woman. He led her to the bench closest to Kurt's door, and helped her seat herself. He just sat there, holding her for a good ten minutes, until her tears abated, and she had to use the handkerchief again.
"Oh," she sniffled tearfully. "I've ruined it," Carole looked forlornly at Blaine, and he smiled gently at her.
"I told you, you could keep it, remember?" Blaine murmured, rubbing her back in small circles. She smiled tremulously, and lowered her head.
"Once he was gone, Kurt asked me to help him sort out his father's things. I was the one who found… found the r-ring…" Carole gulped, trying to maintain her tenuous composure. "Burt had planned on asking me to marry him. I'm sure of that." She whispered softly, her eyes once again bright with tears. "He was the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man I've ever known. And I'll never be able to share my life with him." Carole dissolved into tears again, just as Finn returned.
"Mom? Mom, are you okay? Mom, tell me what's wrong," Finn gently took Blaine's spot, who was definitely willing to relinquish the role of caregiver at just that moment. It wasn't that he minded comforting someone; that wasn't it at all. He just knew that Finn knew his mom better than Blaine did, and would be able to give better support. He released Carole into Finn's open arms, and made his way back to Kurt's room to study the boy once more.
He waited there, unsure what to do or say to the boy that wouldn't get him riled up. Finally Finn showed up, and took the decision away from him.
"Come on," Finn gestured, his hand out to allow Blaine to precede him. Blaine nearly shook his head, but then realised that this was the whole reason he had come. So he gently pushed open the door, and together with Finn, went to say hello to Kurt.
Kurt turned toward the door as he heard someone entering. Before him stood Carole, Finn, and Blaine, the strange boy from yesterday. He still didn't understand why Blaine kept coming to see him, but figured that he just wanted to make sure Kurt was all right before going his own way.
"Carole, Finn, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked wearily, the drugs in his system not even allowing him an opportunity to get angry with them for being here. Finn strode over to one side of the bed, while Carole took up a position on the other side. Blaine quietly took the one comfortable chair, located on the other side of the room from where Kurt's bed was.
"Hey Kurt," Carole murmured, her hand reaching out to the bed, and smoothing it down gently, a nervous action she had mastered while waiting in the hospital for Burt to awaken. "We… well, we wanted to come check on you…" She trailed off, not really knowing what to say to the boy who would have become her stepson if fate had been kinder.
"Yeah, dude," Finn agreed, his hands in his pockets as he shuffled nervously beside Kurt's bed. "We missed you, and when we found out you were here, we had to come visit. You, like, disappeared, man," he accused, his hurt eyes finding Kurt's and his mouth pulling down into a frown. Kurt shrugged softly.
"After dad's money ran out, I had nowhere to go," Kurt's voice was soft, sombre. He returned his gaze out the window, as though maintaining eye contact was far too difficult. He continued. "I spent quite a few days in a shelter. There were a few really nice people there, but there were also a few people who weren't so nice. I'm not sure, but it may have been because I'm gay, I don't really know. But one night I found myself…. assaulted…" Kurt's eyes began to tear up as he recalled the horrifying incident. "I vowed that nothing like that would ever happen to me again. So I took to the streets. I kept a knife in my pocket at all times. I slept only for an hour or two at a time, making sure I was in a safe place and moving on frequently. I used the YMCA for showering and keeping up hygiene, they got to know me pretty well." His voice trailed off again, as though he didn't know what else to say.
"After your dad…. Well, we didn't see you in school anymore," Finn muttered, his hand running through his hair as he tried to make sense of what Kurt was telling him.
"I couldn't go back to school, Finn," Kurt turned back to look at Finn again, his eyes full of the pain and sorrow of losing someone that close to you. "I couldn't take the looks. Or the staring. The pity they gave me when they saw me coming down the hallway. I ran, Finn. I ran because I didn't want any of it to be true. I wanted…. I wanted my father." Kurt's teary eyes finally overflowed, and Carole began crying along with him. She reached over to him, pulling the younger man into her arms and simply holding him as he cried. Finn reached out and laid a soothing hand across her back, and with his other arm, he rubbed circles into Kurt's back, trying desperately to soothe him as well. When the tears finally stopped flowing, nearly half an hour later, they were all emotionally exhausted. Carole and Finn had to leave, unfortunately, but they promised to return as soon as their errands were complete. Carole kissed Kurt on the cheek in farewell, and Finn gave him a huge, bone-crushing hug.
"I missed you, man," Finn repeated, before walking out the door following his mom.
Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest. The straps that held him down made this difficult, but in the end he finally managed it. He sat looking out the window with his arms wrapped around his knees, shivering lightly. But he couldn't be bothered with pulling up the blankets. He was used to the cold.
Blaine stood silently and made his way over to the side of the bed. Kurt looked at him, the tear tracks still on his cheeks from crying, but he didn't care.
"Why are you here, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice so soft that Blaine had to strain to hear the question.
"I can't seem to stay away," Blaine confessed, his cheeks tinged a soft pink. "Ever since the day I saw you behind the Moon Wok, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I dream about you, I think about you all day long, and I don't know why," he finished, his blush deepening until he was crimson all over his face. Kurt blushed too, embarrassed for the man standing beside him.
"I'm sorry," Kurt replied, unsure of what to say to a man who basically just confessed that he could never stop thinking of him. Blaine chuckled softly.
"Don't worry about it," he answered easily, a grin forming over his face. Kurt looked at Blaine and thought he had never seen such a gorgeous smile in all his life. "I could have much worse things stuck in my head… Like Friday, by Rebecca Black!" He grinned, and Kurt thought it must be infectious because the next thing he knew he was grinning back. They stayed there together, just grinning like fools, for the better part of a minute, before Blaine chose to break the silence. His grin vanished suddenly.
"I'm sorry. You know, about your dad," Blaine murmured softly, wishing he knew the young man enough to be able to hug him. Kurt's grin vanished as well, and he looked down at the bed. He started picking at the blanket nervously.
"Thanks," Kurt whispered, a soft trace of sadness underlying the tone of his voice. He looked ready to cry again, and Blaine sat on the edge of his bed. Kurt whipped his head up in surprise; he was sure that Blaine wasn't interested in his sob story. But when Blaine tentatively held his hands out for a hug, Kurt couldn't resist. He scooted forward slowly, and wrapped his arms around the other man as best he could with the lack of freedom the straps gave him. When Blaine's arms surrounded him, Kurt felt at peace. For the first time in at least two years, he felt as though everything just might be all right with his world. Blaine pulled back a bit, and Kurt looked him in the eyes.
They sat there for at least ten minutes, just staring at each other. Each felt at peace, serene, and neither knew the reason for it. Kurt leaned in again, and Blaine began rubbing Kurt's back. They sat together until Carole returned, almost three hours later.
Carole paused outside the door, looking in to the room, taking note of the way the two boys seemed to be taking comfort from each other. She was a firm believer in true love, and love at first sight, and all the other love related things mentioned in romance novels, but this was the first time she had been around to witness it. Her heart soared as she realised that maybe, just maybe, Kurt had found a man who would love him unconditionally. She debated leaving the two alone, but realised she only had a short amount of time in which to visit, so she reluctantly opened the door and stepped to the side of the bed.
Kurt looked up from where he lay cuddled into Blaine's chest. They had spent the better part of the last three hours talking, and Blaine now knew a lot about Kurt. Likewise, Kurt knew a lot about Blaine. They hadn't done anything more than talk and cuddle, but Kurt felt almost human again, after everything that had happened over the past few months.
Carole smiled at both young men as she held out a backpack for Kurt. Frowning, he took it and opened the zipper. Gasping, he felt tears sting his eyes as he surveyed the contents.
"A few changes of clothing; I kept some of the more expensive clothes you had, Kurt," Carole explained. "Also a couple of issues of Vogue, some of those nutrition bars you like, and a couple of bottles of Perrier Water. I also threw in your old mp3 player. I hope those will hold you for the night, Kurt," she murmured, leaning over to hug the young man beside her. She ruffled his hair softly, making sure not to mess it up too drastically. She needn't have worried, Kurt thought. It had been forever since he'd styled his hair properly, or done his moisturising regime. He didn't have the money to buy things like moisturiser, or hair gel. Even so, she was trying, and he returned her hug tightly, before saying good bye for the night.
Kurt sniffled softly as he watched Carole leave, realising how little she had changed in the past couple of years. She truly was an amazing woman. He leaned back toward Blaine, who knew, without having been told, that Kurt needed his quiet comfort just then. He wrapped his arms back around Kurt, and they simply sat there for a while longer, enjoying the warmth and serenity of each other's presence.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered softly, afraid to break the calmness surrounding them.
"Yes?" Blaine replied, leaning back long enough to look Kurt in the eyes.
"Would you…" Kurt blushed, trying to find the words. "Can you ask the orderlies if I can have a shower? And maybe get these straps off?" Kurt's voice trailed off to a whisper. "I'm all right. I mean, I've been better, but I won't have anymore outbursts like last night. I promise." Blaine took a chance, and leaned over the other man, placing a soft kiss into his hair.
"You bet. I'll be right back." He squeezed Kurt once more, and then left the room, heading to the nurses' station. Kurt took the opportunity to skim through one of the Vogue magazines Carole had brought. It was for this past August and September, so the styles were still very fashionable, as it was only October. He was currently drooling over some of the outfits that Michelle Williams sported for the cover story of the September issue, as Blaine walked back in the room followed by a doctor and two orderlies.
"This young man says you're ready to start behaving," the doctor said sardonically, his bushy eyebrows lifting up his forehead, as Kurt blushed in embarrassment.
"Yes," Kurt whispered, trying not to allow himself to get angry with the man for deliberately patronising him. "I'd like a shower, if possible," he added softly.
"Then by all means!" The doctor boomed, and the orderlies removed the straps. As they fell away, Kurt rubbed his raw and tender wrists. The orderlies helped Kurt up, and frog-marched him over to the bathroom. Before entering the room, he glanced back at Blaine, who seemed to sense his fear and turmoil.
"Don't worry. I'll still be here when you get out." Blaine flashed Kurt another grin, his smile reciprocated by the other boy as he entered the bathroom for his shower.
"You are the sweetest boyfriend," said a pale, red headed nurse who came in to change the sheets on the bed while Kurt was washing. Blaine smiled softly, not bothering to correct her. Knowing his luck, he wouldn't be allowed to see Kurt if he admitted the truth.
Kurt finally emerged from the bathroom, wrinkled like a prune but happy about being clean. It had been a while since he had felt this good, and he was inclined to enjoy it. He looked around the room, panicking a little when Blaine wasn't there.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice quivered as he called out, hoping the other man was close enough to hear him.
"I'm here, Kurt," Blaine entered the room, followed by the doctor. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the dark-haired man. Blaine walked straight to Kurt, wrapping his arms around the other, enveloping him in warmth. Kurt snuggled in, delicately placing his head on Blaine's shoulder. The doctor looked at the two boys, and spoke to Blaine.
"Just remember what I said, Blaine. Kurt is still fragile, but with your help he'll be all right." He placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Won't you?" Kurt flushed madly, resenting the implication that there was something wrong with him, but gulped down his retort and answered with a meek "Yes, sir."
Kurt was to finish off today in the hospital, long enough for the nurses to make sure he was doing fine, but he could be released by tomorrow. He was mildly perturbed to realise he would have to be released into someone's care, though. They wouldn't let him leave if they believed him to be a danger to himself or others. He sighed softly.
Once the doctor left, Blaine guided Kurt back over to the bed, laying him down softly, and tucking the blankets around him tenderly.
"Why are you doing this, Blaine?" Kurt asked once he was all set. Blaine flushed gently, his mind trying to come up with an answer that didn't sound creepy. 'Because I can't get you out of my head,' wouldn't work. Neither would 'Because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you'.
"Because…" he hedged nervously. "Just because. I like you, I think you're amazing, and you deserve to have someone take care of you. I would like to be that person, but I'll understand if you prefer to have Carole take you home with her and Finn."
"No!" Kurt exclaimed, his hand flying to his mouth in shock. "I mean… I'd really like it if you… well… I mean… I can understand if you don't want to… I know if it were me I probably wouldn't want a stranger living with me… but, if you're willing… I'd really like to stay with you!" Kurt finished awkwardly, his blush spreading over his face and neck, making him look closer to a lobster than a person. Blaine smiled amusedly.
"Kurt, I would be honoured if you would come and stay with me." Kurt looked up at Blaine with a huge smile on his face. Blaine returned the smile and sat there holding Kurt's hand and talking softly until Kurt fell asleep.
"Wait, Blaine, this is where you live?" Kurt looked around in wonder as he took in the white pillars and the grand staircase leading up to the French doors that announced the entryway to one of the biggest houses Kurt had ever seen.
"Technically, it's where my parents live," Blaine chuckled as he took in Kurt's astounded face. "I live over in the west wing. My parents don't usually come over there unless I'm being berated for something, so don't worry about your privacy being disturbed." Blaine pulled along the little roller suitcase that Carole had brought Kurt earlier that day. It held quite a few of the clothes she had saved for Kurt, which happened to hang on his bony frame. Kurt had sighed and advised Blaine he would have to tailor all of the clothes so they actually fit again. The suitcase also held a number of Kurt's old things, such as his moisturisers, hair bands, ties, shoes, and his laptop.
"I'm not worried about privacy, Blaine," Kurt snickered softly. "I bet I could hide in there and no one would be able to find me for a week!" Blaine chuckled along with Kurt, and proceeded to show him to the west wing of the house, pointing to the various areas as he went.
"Kitchen is over there, indoor pool is down the hall and on the left, games room is on the right in the same hall, and here we are," Blaine opened a door on his left, and gestured to Kurt to precede him into the luxurious room. The four poster bed was made up to look like something out of a fourteenth century Irish castle, all done up in greens and yellows. The rest of the room was decorated tastefully to match, even down to the mahogany wood used for all of the furnishings. Kurt simply stood and stared for a while. Blaine chuckled softly after the first minute, and wandered off to a door located in the middle of the wall.
"Kurt?" Kurt's head whipped around to stare at Blaine, who had opened the door to show him something. He quickly darted over, peering through the door in awe. On the other side of the door was a nearly identical room, only you could tell this room was occupied by a young man barely out of teenage hood.
There were clothes in a hamper by the closet door, a large wardrobe half open with a few clothes spilling from it, a desk set up with a laptop and a lamp for studying. But by far the most impressive thing was the huge flat screen television mounted on one of the walls, resting over an entertainment unit with every game system known to man. Wii, Xbox, Playstation, all of the most recent games, and a huge shelf with all of the older games as well. Another shelf held movies, everything from Disney to horror movies, Kurt realised as he perused the titles. A stereo set up beside the bed completed the room. Blaine immediately walked over to it, turning it on. Katy Perry's melodic voice erupted from the speakers, singing about Teenage Dreams. Kurt laughed, enjoying Blaine's face as it turned red and turned the stereo down a bit.
"Yeah," Blaine muttered sheepishly. "I like Katy Perry. So sue me!" Kurt chuckled some more, shaking his head softly.
"I like her too," Kurt replied, his amused glance brightening Blaine's face considerably.
"But Gaga's better!" Kurt laughed and Blaine gasped, holding his heart in feigned shock.
"Blasphemy!" Blaine joked, and the two boys collapsed onto Blaine's bed in a fit of giggles.
"Well, That's your room," Blaine pointed back to the first room, relaxing on his bed. "This is my room. We have a connecting door, so if you need anything, all you have to do is ask." Kurt lay down beside Blaine, his mind whirling gently, overwhelmed by the gratitude that filled his heart. He clasped his hands against his chest, folded lightly, as he stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Blaine frowned softly, and raised himself up on his elbow, looking down at Kurt.
"You okay?" He asked softly, his hand reaching out automatically to sweep Kurt's bangs from his forehead. Blue eyes met Hazel ones, and Blaine felt a tremor slip through his body at the force of Kurt's gaze.
"I've never met anyone like you, Blaine," Kurt whispered, his hand coming up to gently brush against Blaine's jaw. Blaine's eyes fluttered shut at the touch, his face leaning in to the hand that was caressing him. "I don't know where you came from, or why, but I do know that if it weren't for you, I would likely be dead by now." Blaine's breath hitched in his throat as he heard the words from the other man. He knew it was true, but to hear Kurt actually say it, made it somehow more real. Blaine quickly shook his head to clear the scary thoughts that invaded his mind. He looked deep into the blue eyes below him, seeing nothing there but trust.
"I've never known anyone like you, either, Kurt. Do you remember the first time I saw you? Behind the Moon Wok?" Kurt nodded silently, his face flushing again as he recalled running and hiding from this beautiful man. "When I went back into the kitchen, I actually asked the cook, Ben, if he believed in ghosts. I honestly thought you were a ghost, or a spirit, or an angel, or something like that." Kurt blushed softly, shaking his head in denial. Blaine caressed Kurt's jaw, his thumb rubbing over Kurt's pronounced cheekbones. "Yes. It's true. And until I found out your name, I referred to you as my angel," Blaine watched as a soft tear slipped down Kurt's face. He wiped it away gently with the pad of his thumb, watching another tear well up and slip out of the other eye. Blaine leaned down, and gently kissed the cheek that showed the tear track. "Please don't cry," Blaine whispered, cuddling Kurt softly into his warmth.
"I'm not…" Kurt's voice hitched, and he buried his head into Blaine's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other man. "I'm not an angel," he sniffed, "I'm not even good looking… I'm not intelligent… I'm too skinny… I'm ugly!" Kurt whimpered once more, before erupting into indelicate sobs. Blaine held him close, shushing him gently and murmuring soft noises into Kurt's hair. He wanted to refute all those accusations. Throw them out the window and let Kurt know just how amazing, gorgeous and smart he truly was. But how could he do that and make Kurt actually believe it? He could think of only one way.
Blaine allowed Kurt to calm down a bit, then pulled back gently, ignoring the soft gasp from the other man. He slid his hand under Kurt's chin, lifting his face softly, allowing Kurt plenty of opportunity to slip away if he wanted. Then he leaned forward and placed his lips gently against the other mans', moving them slowly over Kurt's slightly chapped lips. A soft sigh escaped Kurt's mouth as he began to kiss back, his lips tentative and hesitant against Blaine's sure and strong ones. As Kurt's eyes fluttered shut, Blaine brought his body slightly closer, leaning his entire body against Kurt's in comfort.
Blaine finally broke the kiss gently, pulling back with a soft pop. Kurt's lips pushed forward gently, questing for Blaine's. His eyes slowly slid open, the pupils dark and nearly fully blown. He sent a questioning look at Blaine, who smiled down at him.
"I think you're beautiful," Blaine murmured, his hand caressing Kurt's cheek once more, then sliding down to wrap itself with the fingers behind Kurt's ear, his thumb resting lightly across Kurt's cheekbone. He pulled Kurt closer again, and kissed him with all the fervour that he felt. Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head as he leaned up into the kiss, his body craving the warmth and closeness. Blaine pulled back again, gently, and Kurt whimpered at the loss.
"You're beautiful. I can't understand why you wouldn't feel like it, but you are. And you are definitely intelligent, Kurt." Blaine leaned back staring hard at the man who was looking up at him as though he was the world. "Spending two days talking with you in the hospital has convinced me that you're no simpleton." Kurt snorted, turning his face away.
"No, Kurt," Blaine murmured again, slowly pulling Kurt's face back to stare at him again. "You really are smart. I know you don't believe that, but it's true. And as for being too skinny, that's simply due to a lack of food. It's not something you can control very well when you live on the streets, Kurt," More tears slipped from Kurt's eyes as he listened to this man who barely knew him explain away his biggest fears. Blaine continued, deliberately ignoring the tears rolling down Kurt's face.
"I really do think you're my angel, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered, leaning down and kissing each of Kurt's eyelids. "Before you, I was simply wandering through life, trying to make a place for myself. Now I know I'll be just fine in anything I do. But only if I have you beside me," He dipped down once more, kissing Kurt's lips with a feather-light touch, pulling back almost as quickly. Kurt blinked, his mind trying to focus on what Blaine was asking. Blaine blushed as Kurt stared at him.
"Blaine? D-Did you just…?" Kurt stammered, his heart in his throat, wondering if he had misheard the other man.
"Kurt, would you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?" Blaine asked in a quiet but strong voice. Kurt gasped once more, and a few more tears leaked from his eyes. A sob ripped from his throat, rendering him incapable of speech. Blaine worried that perhaps he was moving too fast, and slid back. "I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine murmured, looking over the crying man. "I know it's too fast. You don't have to do anything you don't want to," At that, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, and pulled him down into a long kiss.
"No," Kurt murmured between kisses. "I would love to be your boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." Blaine sighed softly in relief, and leaned down, kissing his new boyfriend passionately.
When Blaine awoke, it was still dark outside, and a soft whimpering was coming from the open door leading to Kurt's room. He looked over to his alarm clock, and the time read 2:37AM. He threw back his blankets, groaning at the interruption. Climbing from the bed he rubbed his eyes, passing a hand through his curly hair in an attempt to wake himself up a bit more. He followed the sounds until he reached Kurt's room, but was surprised to see no one in the bed.
Looking all over the room, which was difficult due to the shadows thrown from the lights outside, he finally spotted Kurt's balled up form in a corner. He made his way closer, but the form cried out, and shrunk back into the corner of the room.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked tentatively, stopping about five feet from the other man. "Kurt, its Blaine." The form continued to whimper so Blaine walked to the night table and turned on the bedside lamp. He returned his attention to the boy in the room, who was shivering violently. The glassy look in Kurt's eyes told Blaine that Kurt was sleep walking, and by the looks of things, he was having a nightmare as well.
"Kurt," Blaine murmured again, slowly making his way forward to Kurt's side. He stopped at about three feet, when Kurt began thrashing back and forth, his hands in front of him trying to push the invisible monsters away. "Kurt. Kurt, I need you to wake up…"
Kurt was surrounded. It was high school all over again. The football jocks with their McKinley jackets towered over him, leaning down and breathing their foul, rancid breath on him. They packed around him, smothering him, trying to push him to the ground. Karofsky was in the front, his meaty hands grasping and yanking on Kurt, wherever he could reach. Kurt pulled away, crouching down into a corner, his tears going all but unnoticed by the jocks who wanted nothing more than to have him for lunch. Karofsky's face leaned down, kissing Kurt and Kurt let out a terrified whimper. Then they were all gone. They had vanished like mist. There was only one person left. He was across the room, but Kurt could feel the malevolence sent his way. Kurt couldn't back any further into his corner, and the man was approaching. A light switched on somewhere, and he could now see the face of the man who stalked him. It was a familiar face; a face Kurt would never forget, even on his deathbed. Jacob.
It was the face of the man who had tried to rape him. He screamed.
OOOOOhhhhh... Cliffhanger! Too bad I'm still dead. Mwahahahaha! XD
