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Kurt emerged stiffly from the bathroom to see Blaine deep in thought. He was sitting at the dining room table surrounded by tempting treats of fruit and more sandwiches. Kurt lowered his eyes as Blaine looked up at him and made his way clumsily towards him.
"Feel any better?" Blaine was the first to break the silence.
Kurt nodded as he selected a strawberry from the plethora of food in front of him. "Cleaner anyway." He nibbled the strawberry gently before finally meeting his partners eyes. "Where do we start?"
"At the beginning would be good Kurt." Blaine said softly as he pushed another glass of water towards him.
The beginning. Kurt sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Can you pass me me bag?"
Blaine reached for the plain black rucksack that Kurt had been taking everywhere with him. He passed it over and watched with expectant eyes as Kurt pulled out a handful of papers and what looked like newspaper clippings.
"This was the first one." He handed Blaine a newspaper article depicting a pretty teenage girl. She had been murdered six months ago. Blaine quickly scanned the article hoping to find some clues as to what had been happening with Kurt. Why everything had changed so suddenly. His eyes met Kurt's again as Kurt continued to speak. " I didn't realise what was happening at first, didn't see the connection, but then there was this one." He handed over another article. A different girl but the description of the murder was the same. This time the article stated that the police were considering a connection between the two.
"There's more? I'm not sure i understand."
"Six more. Roughly one every three weeks."
"And their connection with you?" Blaine felt himself holding his breath as he waited for Kurt's answer.
"I see the in my dreams." Kurt said softly, his voice little more than a whisper.
Blaine sipped his own glass of water. "You dream about these girls?" That was definitely not a question he had ever expected to ask Kurt.
"No, not quite. I see them being murdered in my dreams. Usually the night before it happens. Sometimes the same night, before it makes the papers anyway."
"Like a psychic or something?"
"I don't know, maybe. At first I thought they were just nightmares. We've both been under a lot of pressure these last few months, but after the third one I couldn't tell myself it was just a coincidence. I've started writing down what happens in the dreams and when I was having them, always a couple of days after there would be a news report of a story."
"You had another dream today?"
"Yeah, I was trying not to sleep but I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer." Kurt shuddered. "I don't want to dream anymore. I just thought that if I didn't sleep for a while then when I did sleep it would be too deep to dream."
"That's why you've been hardly eating or drinking too?" Blaine studied Kurt, taking in the dark circles under his eyes. How had he not noticed how run down his boyfriend was before this moment?
Kurt nodded in affirmation. "I wanted to be too weak and too tired to dream." He turned his body to Blaine before placing a shaking hand down onto Blaine's. "I'm sorry I lashed out at you."
Blaine unconsciously rubbed at his sore chi thoughtfully. "It's okay Kurt. I understand now why you did. I startled you from the dream, it's not like you were really aware of what you were doing. Was the dream the same?"
"He follows her, waits for the right time and then takes her, kills her. I'm just standing there, frozen to the spot, unable to even speak. All I can do is watch."
Blaine looked at his forlorn boyfriend with growing horror as he began to take in what Kurt had been dealing with.
"Okay, this is a start. Honesty. Your foot still needs dealing with. Come with me."
As if on cue, Kurt's foot throbbed painfully. He had forgotten all about the cut as he had started to explain his dreams. He stood up carefully and followed Blaine into the bedroom. He watched Blaine as he retrieved their first aid kit from the bathroom and then joined him by the bed.
"Turn over." Blaine instructed and when Kurt was lying on his stomach took hold of his foot again. Kurt stifled a gasp as the alcohol wipe was swiped over his tender flesh. A fresh bandage was applied and then Blaine tapped on Kurt's leg, motioning for him to turn back over. They lay close to each other on the bed before Blaine couldn't stand it any longer. He eased one arm under Kurt and pulled him into his embrace. The two lovers relaxed in each others arms enjoying the contact. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest, inhaling the familiar smells and sensations running through him.
"You believe me?" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's shirt as once again sleep threatened to take him over.
"Of course I do. You're my other half Kurt, you're part of me. I believe you, why would you lie to me?"
"I wouldn't. I may have lied before when you asked me if I was okay, or what was wrong but no more. Honesty."
"A hundred per cent honesty. We need that. We've been drifting Kurt and I don't want to lose you. I won't lose you." Blaine dropped a kiss onto Kurt's hair. "Forever, remember?"
"Forever." Kurt confirmed as he snuggled deeper into Blaine's shirt and his eyes flickered shut.