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Title: Life's a Dream
Author: Me
Total number of chapters: 3
Parings: Klaine
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Burt Hummel, Rachel Berry, Male OC, Female OC

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Enjoy the final chapter, I apologize for the delay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.


I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem


Kurt was shaking.

The court room was filled with people but he felt so very alone, even with Blaine's hand squeezing his. A cold, unforgiving sense of fear and anxiety would not leave him be as his eyes focused on the last person he remembered seeing before his world had been changed for one he spent in a dream.

Rick Jenner, chained and under the watchful eyes of the guards, looked as if he simply could not be bothered to care what happened to him. The entire room knew that he'd be sentenced to life in jail, he must have known it best of all, and yet he slumped on his seat with a look of sheer boredom on his face.

Kurt hated him for that. He hated him for many things, but for his apparent carefree attitude most of all. Kurt wanted him to beg for forgiveness, Kurt wanted him to scream as his life was ripped from him, Kurt wanted him to suffer.

A sob escaped from Kurt's throat as he caught himself thinking like this. He barely recognized himself in those thoughts, those hateful thoughts that almost made him hate himself.

When had he become such a person?

He felt a nudge and blinked. With a shot of panic he realized that his name had been called to testify. With Blaine's help and his heart raising, he got onto his shaky feet and slowly made his way to the front, his eyes still fixed on Jenner.

"...to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

"I do."

Kurt promised this, even though he barely knew what the truth was.


"I wouldn't change this for anything."

"Hmm?"

Kurt turns around in his husband's arms. They are enjoying a quiet night on the patio with glasses of wine, the sound of crickets as their music and the northern lights as their sun.

"This. Our life. I wouldn't change it for anything."

Blaine smiles. "Me neither, darling."

He leans down to place a soft but deep kiss on Kurt's lips, one of those perfect kisses that leaves Kurt's head spinning in a pleasant way that has nothing to do with the wine.

"Hey... Have I ever asked you? Why do you call me darling?"

Blaine chuckles. "What do you mean? You're my darling so I call you darling."

Kurt nods slowly. Something itches in the back of his mind. "Have you always called me that?"

"As long as I can remember," Blaine answers. "You don't like it?"

"No. I mean yes, of course I do!" Kurt is quick to say. "I'm sorry. Let's forget I said anything, okay?"

They do and Blaine continues to call him darling.


"Thank you for today, Kurt. You were really brave."

Kurt attempted to smile at Peterson but he knew it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I promise you, he can't hurt anyone ever again."

"I want to go home," Kurt said instead of answering Peterson's well-intended attempt to make him feel better. "Please?"

"Of course," Blaine replied softly. "I'll go get the car. Will you be okay to wait here?"

Kurt lifted one of his shoulders to say 'sure' and responded to the tiny, quick kiss on his lips before he was left alone with the detective. She looked older than what he remembered and tired in a way that made her every move a visible effort.

Even so, she asked: "How're you feeling?"

Kurt shrugged. "Fine."

"You're not," Peterson said matter-of-factly. "I know how hard it can be to..."

"With all due respect," Kurt interrupted her. "You have absolutely no idea what I'm going through."

He knew his tone was harsh but he was so done with pretending he appreciated every pep-talk, every pat on the back, every cheese cake that was brought to their apartment. Over the last couple of months, he had slowly started to contact his friends again. He and Blaine had told everyone what had happened which had resulted into a wave of sympathy that was now threatening to drown Kurt because he simply didn't have the energy to keep up the act of 'thank you' anymore.

"That's true," Peterson said, bringing Kurt back from his thoughts. "I don't know what you're going through. But I do know exactly what your husband is going through."

Kurt frowned. "...what...?"

"I guess you're feeling that this only happened to you. It didn't," Peterson said. "What they did to you was horrible and what they stole from you can never be replaced. But he lost a part of his life, too." She shook her head, unaware of how painfully Kurt's heart was beating in his chest. "He spent hours waiting for news about you. I can tell you with no doubt that those were the longest, scariest hours of his life. There is nothing worse than not knowing. And the worst part is that he still doesn't know."

"Doesn't know what?" Kurt asked with a trembling voice.

"How to help you. That kind of feeling of helplessness can destroy a person." Peterson took a deep breath, her eyes closed. "He wants to be there and he wants to understand but he can't. You're the most important person in his life and he can't help you the way he wants."

Kurt swallowed air with difficulty, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "You speak like you've been through it."

"I have," Peterson said but before Kurt could respond, Blaine was back.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered with a slow nod. "Thank you," he said to Peterson.

"I wish you all the best. Both of you."

She turned and walked away quickly without another word.

The drive home was quiet as Kurt contemplated on what Peterson had said. He knew, of course he knew, that none of this had been easy for Blaine either but it was so different to hear it from a third person's point of view.

"Hey Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

Kurt's heart melted at the smile Blaine sent him as he briefly looked away from the road. Blaine loved him. Blaine loved him despite of everything, still, and would always love him, even if Kurt never recovered to be exactly like he was before.

"Would you like to go on a date?"

Blaine blinked. "A date?"

"Yeah. Dinner and a movie, maybe? And we'll dress to our best. Like we always do," Kurt said. "Tomorrow night?"

With a pang, Kurt realized Blaine's eyes shined with tears as he said: "Yes. Of course."


Helen watched her daughter's chest rise and fall as she slept on, dreaming of a new, wonderful life over and over again. She always looked peaceful, her heartbeat was always steady and these two simple things were enough to bring a soft smile on Helen's face.

What had happened to her daughter had ruined her marriage. The decision to put Ella back to sleep had been done between her and Ella as Helen's husband had not agreed. Helen could understand how he didn't want to give up but seeing her little girl suffer through every day life that she didn't remember or enjoy had broken Helen's heart more than the painful conclusion to let her slumber.

Her father had not come to see her once. It was too much for him, he said, when Helen had accused him of not loving Ella on the night their life together finally fell apart. Too much to see her but not hear her voice, see the joy in her eyes or be able to laugh with her about silly things. He left that night and did not return.

"That man is not going to touch anyone else, ever again," Helen promised to her daughter. "He's being punished for what he did to you and to all the others."

In her dreams, Ella hopefully had no idea who Rick Jenner was. Helen often fantasized about what her wanted Ella's life to be like but her underlying wish was that, no matter what, she was happy.

"I'll be back again soon," she said with a kiss on the girl's forehead. "Sweet dreams, Lil' E."

As Helen left the clinic where her Ella was kept alive, she briefly wondered if she had made the right choice all those years ago.

She always did.

And always decided that yes.


Blaine wondered if he should have seen it all come crashing down.

Everything about Kurt changed practically overnight after the trial. Their date was fantastic, almost like one of their first dates all those years ago, with more kissing and less blushing. Kurt smiled, laughed and joked and even talked about how he wanted to go back to work full-time and maybe have the guts to show Isabelle some of his more daring drawings.

Blaine had breathed in every second of it. He was so happy to see a sparkle in Kurt's eyes again that he didn't let himself worry about the suddenness of the change. For the first time since the kidnapping, he didn't feel like most of the oxygen he inhaled got stuck in his throat and he allowed himself to just be.

Kurt did go back to work. He started reaching out to his friends even more than before, even made peace with Rachel. There were days when Blaine got home to find his husband singing in the kitchen.

Sometimes he joined him. Sometimes he just watched.

Blinded by the re-found happiness in their lives, it took an embarrassingly long time for Blaine to figure out it was barely deeper than the surface.

"Have you lost weight?" he asked one morning, almost nonchalantly as the change wasn't big and probably not something anyone but he could see.

Kurt simply shrugged with a flash of a smile and kissed Blaine's cheek before hurrying out the door.

He didn't eat breakfast.

On the fourth week after the trial, Blaine woke up around 2 am one night to find the bed empty. Faint sounds of the TV reached his ears and yawning, he forced himself out of bed and to the living room. Kurt was watching Sound of Music, wrapped in a blanket and knees against his chest. Blaine didn't think much of it, was too exhausted to, but simply curled up on the couch next to his husband to watch the rest of the movie with him.

He fell asleep before Maria even came back to the Von Trapp house. When he woke up in the morning, Kurt was already up making breakfast.

Despite these small things, Kurt honestly seemed better so Blaine figured it was all still part of normal recovery process. It was what Kurt said, too, when he asked and Blaine believed it and for a while, life was almost normal.

But then it all came crashing down.

Kurt was laughing, his arm wrapped around Blaine's waist as they made their way home after a night of dining and wining and dancing. Blaine couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful the love of his life was as he smiled that smile that made his dimples appear. His heart soaring, Blaine stopped them in the middle of the street and pulled Kurt into a kiss.

Kurt squealed in surprise but soon relaxed against Blaine and wrapped his arms around his neck, silently prompting him to deepen the kiss. Blaine opened his mouth just a bit to allow Kurt's tongue access but kept the kiss short enough to be acceptable in public.

"Mr. Hummel-Anderson, are you trying to seduce me?" Kurt giggled.

"Is it working?"

Kurt pretended to consider. "It certainly is."

They made it home in just under ten minutes and as soon as they had closed the door behind them, they were in each other's arms. Kurt's hands made a mess of Blaine's hair in an instant and their shirts were on the floor within mere moments. Blaine found that one particular spot on Kurt's neck without any trouble at all as the years of loving each other had made him an expert in Kurt's body.

Somehow, they made it to the bedroom and fell onto the bed as a big mess of limbs and lips. The air heated up with every gasp that escaped their lips but they kept things slow, giving themselves time to rediscover the other.

"I love you so much," Blaine breathed against Kurt's chest as he kissed his way down.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered.

It was so normal and familiar and love poured out of every word and breath and drop of sweat. It started with Blaine pinned to the mattress but at some point they switched positions and then again right before hitting climax. In the end, it didn't take too long before starts erupted behind Blaine's eyes and he loved the feeling of Kurt all over him as his husband came with a loud 'oh my GOooooooOOD!'

The bubble didn't break right after but they cuddled against each other, out of breath and glowing. Blaine was on the verge of happy tears, ready to declare his love from the rooftops, when Kurt said something that brought everything to a screeching halt:

"I hope we didn't wake Aiden."

No.

Tears did pool in Blaine's eyes but they were not from happiness. "Aiden, my love?"

Kurt chuckled. "Thank goodness he's a heavy sleeper," he said with a kiss on Blaine's jaw.

NO!

"...my love?"

Kurt tilted his head as he looked at Blaine with a small smile on his face. His eyes had that vacant look that Blaine had seen at the police station. "I like that."

"You like what?" Blaine asked, choked up.

"My love. You've never called me that before," Kurt answered with a quiet laugh in his voice. He rested his head on Blaine's chest with a content sigh, unaware of the tears that fell on his husband's cheek. "My love..."

He fell asleep not long after. Blaine stayed awake, crying silently as he kicked himself for not seeing this coming.

He didn't know how late it was until he realized Kurt had woken up. His shoulders were shaking and Blaine could hear the sobs he clearly tried to muffle.

"Kurt?"

"No... No, this isn't happening..."

"Kurt, I..."

"I tried, I've tried... I'm sorry, Blaine, I'm so, so sorry..."

Kurt's cries were absolutely heart-breaking and in the end it only took a few hours for them to end up back in square 1.

In the morning, Kurt went to work as if nothing had happened. But the sparkle in his eyes was gone again and he barely downed a cup of coffee before hurrying out the door. Feeling defeated and out of ideas, Blaine looked his way through the contact information that had been given to them and took out his phone when he finally found the name he was looking for.

"Helen Peterson."

"...uh... Hi. Hi, this... this is Blaine Hummel-Anderson..."

A short silence followed the introduction. "Hello, Blaine."

"Hello. I just... I... I hope this is okay. I... have a question."

"Of course it's okay," Peterson assured him. "Ask me anything."

The way she said it made Blaine realize this was not something she did every day. But there was honesty in her voice, something Blaine needed right now so he didn't let himself be bothered by doing something considered unorthodox.

"You... you said you woke someone up. Another victim," he started with a shaky voice. "But it ended up not being in their best interest."

"That's right."

"What happened next? How did they handle it?"

There was another silence at the other end of the line, this time longer. When Peterson spoke again, Blaine recognized the tone to be the same he used when he tried to keep himself composed when feeling anything but that. "She was put back to sleep."

Blaine's heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. "That's possible?"

"Yes."

"And you think it was for the best?"

"She was suffering in the real world. Wherever she is now, she doesn't remember being kidnapped or the life she had when she was first put into the limbo. She's been given a second chance and she'll live a thousand happy lifetimes until the day her body dies away."

Blaine sniffed.

"Is Kurt not happy?"

"I thought he was," Blaine choked out. "I thought... But..."

"It's a long process, Blaine. It may be to soon to give up."

"If... if I talk to him... and... he wants to do it... It is possible?" Blaine asked, as painful as it was.

"It's expensive."

"I have savings."

"Blaine..."

"It's possible, yes? He can go back to the limbo and forget any of this ever happened?"

Peterson sighed. "Like I said, yes, it is possible. But nothing can be done without his consent."

"Of course. I'll... see what he thinks. Thank you."

"You'll do the right thing," was Peterson's goodbye before she hung up.

Blaine stayed home that day. And the next day. And the day after that when he finally, after the third night of holding Kurt as he cried, he finally told Kurt about his conversation with Peterson.

What should have been a conversation turned into a short speech from Blaine who told Kurt "I just want you to be happy" and "you could start over." When he finally stopped talking, expecting a near immediate response from Kurt, all he got was a blank stare and a silence that stretched on until Kurt swallowed, opened his mouth, then reconsidered and stood up. "Where are you going?" Blaine asked but the only answer he got was the slamming of the bathroom door.

He waited for an hour before giving up and invading Kurt's privacy. "Kurt?" he called with a light knock on the door. "Kurt, please. Let's talk. Just... let me in. Please?"

He tried the handle and to his surprise, found the door to be open. Kurt was sitting in the bathtub, hugging his knees, frowning slightly.

"...Kurt."

"I'm not angry at you," Kurt said. "I'm not angry at you for suggesting it. I'm angry at myself for considering it."

Blaine bit his lip to stop himself from crying. "Don't hate yourself for that. Of course you should consider. I just want what's best for you."

"But what about you?" Kurt asked with a small voice. "If I'm put back into the limbo and stay asleep for the rest of my life? Will you be able to move on?"

Blaine knew better than to lie to Kurt. He knew that if Kurt decided to go through with it, his life would never be the same. He'd live it knowing he did the right thing and hopefully that would help him get through it.

"So, what? You'll just visit my bedside every week until you grow old?" Kurt shook his head. "I'm not leaving you behind. I'm not that selfish."

"But Kurt..."

"I can't do that to you!" Kurt exclaimed, almost hysterically. Blaine stepped into the tub and pulled him into an embrace, whispering nonsense to calm him down before he broke down completely.

"It's your decision," he said quietly. "I'm not going to push you to either direction. Whatever you want to do, I support you 100%."

It took another week before Kurt came to Blaine with an answer. It was after dinner, just as Blaine had popped in a movie. Kurt curled up to his side and said with a quiet voice: "We could do it together."

Blaine's immediate answer was 'we don't have the money' but he swallowed it down. "What do you mean?"

"I read about it. People can fall into a shared limbo. Live their life together." Kurt raised his head to look Blaine in the eye. "I know it's a lot to ask. But ever since you've brought it up I... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I just... I hate the idea of leaving you here."

"Kurt, I..."

"I know, I know. Your family, your job, you friends. I know. I know, forget it. It was a stupid idea anyway."

We don't have the money.

Blaine knew they didn't.

But what he told Kurt was: "We can look into it."


Telling his dad was the hardest part of it.

He understood and promised to help with the expenses but that didn't dull the pain in his eyes or shake it from his voice.

"I want what's best for you," Burt said when Kurt apologized over and over again. "I hate seeing you so miserable. At least I'll know you're happy. That's all I want."

Kurt and Blaine had, in the end, decided to go through with it together. They had taken their time to organize everything, to let everyone know and for the most part, everyone had been supportive.

Still, as they stepped into the clinic that day, Kurt found himself to be scared.

"What if nothing changes?" he asked in a whisper as they waited to be called in.

"Don't worry," was Blaine's steady answer and his smile was wide as he squeezed Kurt's hand.

A nurse came to pick them up a little after 11 o'clock. She led them into a room with one king sized bed, a whole lot of monitors and a staff of two doctors already waiting. They were well aware of the circumstances and no time was wasted on questions everyone knew they already had the answers to.

"Now, before we do this, we need to affirm one more time that you understand the conditions of the contract you have signed. It states that whatever the reason, you are not to be woken up. Not even if your body develops and illness we cannot cure. This sleep will last until the rest of you life and there is no guarantee that the other will not live longer."

"We understand," Blaine said for Kurt. His voice was firm and sure and it gave Kurt the strength to smile.

"Alright then. Please get comfortable and we'll start by putting you under general anesthesia."

It was absurd how quickly everything was ready. The sheets of the bed felt hard against Kurt's skin, scratchy, but Blaine's hand in his helped him forget such a detail and focus on the fact that he had a lifetime, several lifetimes, of happiness ahead of him.

It may not have been the perfect solution.

But he had to believe it was the best one because he still sort of hated himself.

"This is it then," he whispered when the doctor approached him with a mask.

"Yes," Blaine replied.

"I can't thank you enough. I could never thank you enough," Kurt mumbled franctically as he was told to count down from ten. "Wait, wait... Just... Blaine? Blaine, I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you," Blaine said with a smile, a mask also hovering above his face. "Sleep well."

Kurt grinned. "You, too."

As he fell asleep, Blaine's hand was still squeezing his.


It's the right thing.

You did the right thing.

He's happy now.

"Thank you," Blaine said as he sat up.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, Mr. Anderson?"

"Hummel-Anderson," Blaine corrected the doctor. "And yes. We don't have the money to keep us both asleep and healthy. We just don't. But it's okay. He'll live happily ever after, over and over again."

An honest smile flashed on Blaine's face as he thought about this. Slowly, he turned to look at Kurt's face, already so peaceful even though he was not in deep enough sleep to be in the limbo yet.

"How much longer?" he asked.

"Not long. We're working through the layers to help the process to be faster. Shouldn't take more than 15 minutes."

It took 13.

Someone behind a monitor affirmed that 'it's done' and Blaine let out a breath he had been holding for months and months now. A couple of tears fell on his cheeks as he leaned down to kiss Kurt's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered, a piece of his heart breaking even though he knew, he knew, this was for the best.

He only gave himself a minute or two to say goodbye, promising that he would indeed come and visit like Kurt had predicted. And then he left, leaving Kurt to the dream life he deserved.


Something bugs Kurt in the back of his mind.

He can't quite put his finger on it.

He has a house big enough for a family of ten, a husband who loves him more than anything and a life he has always dreamed of.

Something's just... off.

He tries not to focus on it as he lives his day to day life but there are little things all around him that remind him of it, prevent him from enjoying every minute to the fullest. It takes a few days before he mentions this to Blaine, who suggests that maybe Kurt forgot to do something important at work.

"...maybe," Kurt shrugs but knows it can't be it because work has been a dream, just like his life.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with anything.

Except something is.

For a while, Kurt decides not to let the feeling bother him. He forces it to the back of his mind and keeps it there because really, why should he let something so silly ruin the perfection that is every minute of every day?

It's late one evening and they're in the middle of taking off their clothes when Blaine whispers '...oh, honey...' and suddenly so many things flash in front of Kurt's eyes that it makes him gasp and stumble.

("His heart is not slowing down!")

"Honey?"

"...what...? What did you... call me?" Kurt hisses.

Blaine frowns. "I called you honey. I always call you honey."

"No. No, you don't," Kurt denies immediately. "No, this... this isn't right. You're supposed to be here with me. You're supposed to be my Blaine!"

"Kurt, honey, you're freaking me..."

"Stop calling me that! This isn't what I wanted!"

("He's going to have a heart attack!" "We're not allowed to wake him up!")

"Why? How could you do this, we said we'd do this together!" Kurt yells.

"What are you talking about?"

"You promised!"

"What?"

"I have to wake up. I have to wake up, this isn't right, this isn't real. How could I...? I can't, I won't, I..."

He runs out of the room, out of the house. He hears the calls after him but doesn't turn around because the Blaine who begs for him to come back is not the Blaine he wants to be with.

He sees it, the truck that comes down the street he thought was home for a while.

And he runs right under it.


"...derson...! Kurt. KURT! Breathe! You've got to breathe, son."

Kurt was barely aware of the voices around him as he scanned the room he was in. The sheets were still hard and scratchy and the clock in the corner told him that what he had thought had been nearly two weeks had been hardly 10 minutes.

"Where is he?" he demanded. "Where's my husband?"

"Kurt, please, you have to calm down."

"I want to know where he is! He promised me we'd do this together but he was not there!"

The doctor blinked, clearly confused. "You... you realized it was not really him?"

"Of course I did! How the hell could I not?"

An absolutely stunned silence followed Kurt's exclamation. He groaned in frustration and tried to get up, only to be stopped by the various tubes still attached to him.

"Wait, wait... No, you can't go anywhere. You were only asleep for a short time but we still have to make sure you're okay. This is... highly unusual," the doctor explained.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just have to find my husband. Is he still here?"

"N-no, I don't think so, he left right... Hey! Hey, no, you can't just... You're gonna hurt yourself!"

Despite his best efforts, the doctors absolutely refused to let him go before conducting a thorough examination that lasted close to an hour. He kept mumbling 'I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine' and in some weird way, it was more true than it had been for months.

He was angry.

He didn't understand.

But with a blink and a gasp, he realized the world wasn't so gray anymore.

"I have to go," he blurted out. "Please."

"Waking up from a limbo is not..."

"I've been through it once and trust me, I had worse time coping then than I am having now," Kurt snapped. "Please, I have to find Blaine."

He was given a phone but his attempt to call Blaine went straight to voice mail. It was another hour and a half later that he was finally dropped off in front of the familiar apartment building. The elevator was too slow for his liking so he hurried up the stairs to the fourth floor and pounded the door with his fist for a solid minute before Blaine finally opened it.

His red-rimmed eyes widened when he saw Kurt.

"...what...?"

"You thought I wouldn't know?!" Kurt yelled as he stepped into the apartment, pushing pass his husband. "You thought I wouldn't realize?"

Blaine was either too stunned to respond, or he didn't have an answer. Either way, he stayed quiet, his head hung low.

"Blaine, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I just wanted you to be happy," Blaine whispered. "But it's... it's too expensive, Kurt. There was no way we could have afforded to keep the both of us alive for the next 60 years."

"You should have told me. I wouldn't have gone through with it."

"I didn't want you to be miserable for the rest of your life," Blaine said with an edge of desperation to his voice.

"Or did you just get tired? Was it just easier to put me back to sleep than to try and deal with it this?"

Kurt hadn't meant his voice to sound so accusing and the hurt in Blaine's eyes caused his stomach to turn with guilt.

"No... No! No, Kurt, I... I just... I wanted to do what I thought was the best thing to do. For you. I didn't... God, Kurt! I love you more than anything in the world but you were so unhappy! Even when... when things started to feel normal to me... I should have realized you didn't feel the same way, that you were putting up a front. I was too caught up on seeing you smile again, I didn't realize you..."

"I was happy," Kurt cut Blaine off. "I was. Not in the same way I was before but I was. Yes, it was more or less pretending at first but then most of the time it started being real."

"You didn't sleep. You lost weight and..."

"It wasn't perfect. And I should have talked to you more. I realize now that a lot of this could have been avoided if I had just done what you told me from the beginning and talked." Kurt sighed. "You're such an amazing person. You always put me first. But did you ever stop to think that you deserve to be happy, too?"

Blaine sniffed. "I would have been content knowing you're okay."

"I am okay. I will be okay. Because I'm with you and the real you is the only you I want to be with."

Maybe, in a twisted way, this whole ordeal would turn out to be a good thing. Because while Kurt's memories of his first time in the limbo had not been erased, the falseness of them was more apparent to him now and the edges of his dream life had become misty. Aiden's face was blurry and the sound of his voice was a mere echo in Kurt's ears. They would both fade completely over time, he knew, but the thought didn't scare him anymore.

"We made the same mistake as we did so many years ago," Kurt said quietly. "We didn't communicate."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt, I..."

"Me, too," Kurt said before Blaine could finish. With a sigh, he took a step forward and took Blaine's hands into his. "No more. No matter what, this is it. You and I, together, in this life and the next one but together. Always. Right?"

"Yes. Yes, Kurt, yes, of course. Always."

They spent the rest of the day and the next day talking through everything. It was like starting the recovery from a new start, a more clean and fresh one with both their emotions on the plate to go through and solve.

Kurt started to dream again.

And eventually, everything did go back to normal.


10 years later

"Daddy?"

A tiny, scared voice interrupted Kurt's dreams and he opened his eyes to meet the scared face of his 6 -year old son.

"Hey, buddy," he said through a yawn. "What's the matter?"

The boy sniffed. "I had a bad dream."

"Oh?"

"About monsters."

"Oh, sweetie. Alright. Come on up here."

Blaine woke up with a grunt as the small boy settled down in between them. "Whuzz goin' on?" he asked with a sleepy voice, his hand going through his hair.

"Peter had a nightmare," Kurt answered.

"They were gonna eat me!"

"Well, no one's going to eat you now," Blaine promised the boy, hugging him close. "Not when Daddy and I are here to protect you."

"There is no monster in this world that we'd let harm you," Kurt added.

A tiny smile appeared on Peter's face. "Will you sing me to sleep?"

"Of course. Just close your eyes and think of nice things," Kurt said softly as Blaine started humming.

"Nothing's gonna harm you... Not while I'm around..."

Over the last 10 years, many of Kurt and Blaine's dreams had come true, including having a child. Peter had been named after Helen Peterson and as the two of them became increasingly successful, a part of their incomings went to research of how to help victims of dream stealing. Kurt's case was, in many ways, unique and many qualified researches were still baffled about his sudden recovery after waking up the second time.

Kurt and Blaine had made a decision a long ago not to think about it too much. The bottom line, the important thing, was that they were okay now.

More than okay.

Perfect.

Life was a dream.

"...not while I'm around.."

THE END


But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream


Once Upon a Dream by Mary Costa and Bill Shirley from Sleeping Beauty