Okay my dear readers, I have wanted to translate this into a fic for about a week now. I've been having this dream and other similar to it for the past couple of weeks, and it's a bit nerve wracking. I usually like turning my dreams into fics, but I was a bit weary to do so with these ones. Hopefully, it turned out decent and you enjoy though.

They are at one of their favorite restaurants. He's surprised him with a dinner out just because. They've only just finished their second course when the familiar buzz of the walking goes off. He apologizes and turns it up so that he can listen to the location and severity of the fire. They hear dispatch ask for all men and women to make their way to a large scale fire just blocks from where they are now. He nods approval, he knows the importance of his partners job and stands up with the other tosses a few bills -more than enough for the meal and tip- on the table and the two are off. He waits by the line of police blocking off the civilians and counts the team as they go in. Nearly everyone has arrived, which is surprising because it's so close to the holidays and the department is mostly volunteer based.

He can feel the heat of the building and can't deny the fact that it a bit welcoming on the cold night and instantly regrets these thoughts because peoples lives are being ruined worse and worse with each minute of said heat. The cackle of the quickly disintegrating building is familiar after a couple dozen practice- controlled- fires set by the department for the new trainees. He finds his man over by the truck suiting up in the standard protocol protection gear and gets as kiss to the cheek as the other man rushes past, helmet in one hand, ax in the other. He says a quick prayer and waits...and waits...and waits.

He isn't sure how much time has actually passed by, but he knows that it feels like it's been hours, and his man still hasn't re-exited the building since rushing back in after safely rescuing two little girls from the sixth floor. He looks towards the truck and does a quick head count, realizing that everyone else has made it out relatively safely. He overhears one of the senior fighters saying that the top ten floor have completely caved in and the chances of anyone else still in the building being alive are slim to none, and it's reached the point that it's no longer safe for them to enter any more, even with the ladders. The senior member does his own head count and his face falls asking terrified, "Where's Cap?". He feels his heart sink. He can hear the team shouting into the walkies for a few seconds before he sinks to the ground, chest tight and hyperventilating.

A hand on his back brings his attention up to the soot covered face of his man's best friend. The look of complete sorrow, regret, and sadness, tears his heart to two and he's not sure if he's actually breathing or not. He doesn't see how he can be. He feels arms wrap around her but they are all wrong. They are too short, and just the slightest bit too muscular. There are condolences and reassurances being muttered to him, but he barely hears them. All he can hear is "Where's Cap?" replaying over and over like some sort of sick mantra. He will never see him again. He will never be held in his strong, comforting arms again. Never see his smile, or hear his laugh, or singing ever again.

He awakes with a start and struggles to find his breath. There are tears falling freely down his face, and before he can even reach over to the other side of the bed to make sure the other man is still safely sleeping next to him, there are arms wrapping around him. There are kisses being pressed to his face- his nose, his cheek, his ear. "Shh, Kurt. I'm right here baby," the smooth, deep voice he's grown to love so much assures him. "I'm fine."

Kurt throws his arms around the firefighter's neck, still unable to control the tears that are still falling. "Oh thank God, Dave," he mutters, pressing himself as close as he can to the other man. He pulls him in for a kiss, needing to taste his husband's lips, before he would know that this wasn't the actual dream and the previous nightmare actuality. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe." It's returned effortlessly and with a tight squeeze. "Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Dave offers. He's become accustomed to Kurt's dreams. The first time the teacher had dreamed of his death, it had taken Dave nearly a half hour to calm his tears and convince the other that he was safe. When it started happening every couple of weeks, he mentioned to the other men at the hall, and most of them told him that their wives or girlfriends had the same sort of dreams. It was just one of the many sacrifices that came with being a WAG-or in this case boyfriend- to a firefighter.

Kurt shakes his head, and snuggles further into Dave's neck. "No, thanks. Just don't let go. Tonight's was worse than normal. I'm sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for caring about me," Dave tells him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He reaches to grab the remote off the night stand with one hand while keep the other wrapped tightly around his husband. After flipping through countless infomercials and soap operas, he settles it onto a fashion show that he knows Kurt enjoys and turns it just loud enough for the familiar host's voice to further comfort the smaller man. "I'm sorry that you have these dreams."

Finally, Kurt's tears have subsided and he's not holding on quite as tight. "I don't know how you do it," he tells him. "You're amazing."

"I don't really think about the fact that I could die. I just remind myself that I'm keeping others from dying. It really is harder on the partners," Dave tells him, leaning them both back so they are resting agains the pillows again.

"I don't want to lose you Dave. You're my everything."

Dave simply leans forward and placed a soft kiss against the man's lips. He can't assure him that he wouldn't die. Death is an occupational hazard, and they both know it. They both also know that because of that, it's important to enjoy the time they spend together. "I know. You're mine too. Let's just try to get back to sleep," he tells him with a yawn. "Beth's birthday party is tomorrow and you know Puck will be upset if we're late."

"Correction, he'll be upset with you. Noah doesn't get angry with me, remember?" Kurt chuckled, snuggling into Dave's side, resting his head on his chest with a yawn of his own. "Love you."

"Love you too. Night babe."

It's not even ten minutes before both men are fast asleep again, arms wrapped tightly around each other, breathing in sync and hands loosely intertwined.

So...what did you think? Please leave a review and let me know. Also, this has not been beta-read and it is very late- or rather very early.

Happy Holidays,
Life.