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The Phone Call

It was two weeks after the Hummels moved in, when Kurt awoke to a terrible sound.

Horrible, execrable, throat shattering screams were being heard from outside, in the direction of the Anderson home.

Kurt jumped out of bed. He had to be sure if Carole, dad, and Finn were okay. What if something happened? What if they were hurt?

"What the hell is going on?" Kurt sighed in relief when he heard his dad's voice and found his parents in their room. Even Finn was there, looking confused and slightly frightened.

"I should call him. Should I call over there?" Carole asked shakily. "See if he's okay?"

"It doesn't sound like he's very okay, does he?" Finn claimed. "We should go over there."

"Call first," Burt ordered. Carole already had the phone in her hand before the words left his mouth.

The Hummels waited as Carole found the contact on her phone and put it to her ear. She waited nearly fifteen seconds before she heard a distant, "hello?" through the other end of the phone.

Blaine sounded both out of breath and as if he were about to collapse all at once. "Blaine? Honey, this is Carole from next door. We were wondering if you were alright?"

"Oh. Hi, Mrs. Hummel, I'm fine. Is there something wrong?" Blaine replied taciturnly.

"Well we heard screaming-

"Did I wake you up?"

Carole's heart broke at the young boy's tone. Blaine sounded so upset with himself, as if he were repeating the word stupid, stupid, stupid to himself while slapping his forehead.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. My windows were open, and I usually close them but I fell asleep and I was dreaming but I hope I didn't disturb you too bad-"

"Blaine, honey, take a breath." Carole tried to make her voice as soothing as possible. Her family continued to watch her, trying to make sense of the only side of the conversation they could hear. "You were dreaming? That's why you started to scream?"

"I promise this isn't a regular thing-"

"What isn't a regular thing?"

Blaine paused. "I won't leave my windows open again. I promise." Carole noticed he Blaine sounded less and less eager to talk to her.

"So the nightmares are a regular thing?"

"I never said they were nightmares!" Blaine squeaked.

Burt intervened, "Carole, you're prying."

Blaine must have heard. "I'll let you guys get back to bed. I'm very sorry."

He hung up.

"What did he say?" Kurt asked, a little surprised about how badly he wanted to know.

"He apologized for waking us," Carole replied. "Let's all go back to sleep. You have school tomorrow."

Kurt's shoulders drooped at the idea of school, but he was also disappointed he wasn't going to know what Blaine said. The guy intrigued him for some reason, even though he was a bit creepy.

When the teenagers left, Carole whispered to Burt, "He's so haunted, Burt. God, he's so haunted by everything. We need to help him. We should invite him for dinner! I bet he'd like that."

Burt sighed and gave his wife a kiss because she was always thinking of others. "There isn't anything we can do to help him. We can't change the past."