Blaine woke up drenched in sweat.

Kurt slept on next to him, his face drawn and pinched. Blaine sat panting in the darkened room, trying to get his racing heart under control.

As pathetic as it sounded, he had had a bad dream.

At first the dream was better than any dream he had ever had before, he was with Kurt. And that in itself made it great already. Kurt said he loved him and it made his heart swell and he felt all fuzzy and warm inside. But then while he was hugging Kurt, he disappeared. And in his place was a huge tarantula. He ran, but the tarantula had eight legs and scuttled after him, and its tiny head morphed into his father's disgusting head. He ran even faster. But a cry sounded out that made his blood run cold. Kurt. He turned and saw, clasped tightly in the pincers of his father was Kurt. And the pincers slowly bent Kurt, right in half, in front of Blaine's very eyes. He tried to throw something at the spider, to get it to stop. And when he looked around for something, he realized there was no floor and he was falling and falling into a red sea, a sea, he later realised of blood. That's when he woke up.

He sat there shaking like a leaf, scared little thoughts chasing each other around in his head. And a strange reasonable-sounding voice always argued with the rest of them in his head. What if he came back? No, no he's in jail now. How do YOU know? He is, there is no way he wouldn't be, and he did almost kill Kurt back there. Okay, fine. He's in jail, but what happens if he breaks out? Hmm? Oh come ON, he is not going to break out. He lived in Cambodia for more than a decade. I bet he could break out if he wanted to. Uhh…. Ha! I win.

He started to freak a little. He shook Kurt awake. Kurt rolled over, mumbling incoherently into his pillow before blinking his eyes open. The sight of Kurt's eyes calmed him down a little bit. "'eah, Blaine, Whatsa matta?" It took him a while to figure out what the heck Kurt was saying.

"I had a bad dream, nightmare." Blaine whispered. Kurt rubbed his eyes slowly and stared at Blaine. "Oh, my poor baby, what was the dream about?" Blaine took a deep breath, his eyesight blurred a little, and his voice came out choked up, "I-It was-s about y-you, getting k-killed by m-my Dad, and I would have t-to live alone and I-I-I would miss you so much and I l-love you, Kurt, I love you so much."

A strong pair of arms flung themselves at Blaine and wrapped him up so tight that he started choking a little. Blaine clung to Kurt and cried into his shoulder, he felt Kurt sniffle occasionally and he could feel his thin frame shaking with suppressed sobs. He realized that this was just as hard for Kurt, if not worse, he almost died.

"I'm never leaving you, Blaine sweetie." He murmured, "I'm never gonna leave you."

Blaine was sure he had never cried so much in his life.

…

They didn't go to school the next day. They didn't want to and nobody made them. So they stayed at Kurt's place for the whole day.

Burt left for the garage and Carole left for work soon after fussing around them and reminding them were the food was and to "Just relax".

They cuddled on the couch, eating leftover pasta, and watching the Bachelorette and reruns of Project Runway. Blaine fell asleep a couple of times. He must be really tired. Kurt scanned his face, dark circling circles under his eyes, his sleeping face was pinched and tight and his hair had even lost all bouncability, it now looked like a cloud, a dark cloud, very accurately reflecting their feelings.

Kurt sighed as he listened to Heidi Klum make her boring "you are OUT" speech. He knew that this would probably scar them both for life, the issue from last night. But he also knew that life goes on, and that, eventually, they would both get over it. Blaine's dad was only the first in a long line of people who will try to tell them that the love they share is wrong. But even Kurt wished that the first person to actually physically threaten them wouldn't be as close to Blaine as his father.

They had been lucky so far. Family members had accepted them as who they are, because Kurt didn't count Eugene as a family member. He was never really part of Blaine's life, leaving them when he was a kid, coming back and trying to, well, kill his date. Not nice.

But Melody is brilliant. Burt was loving and tough, Carole was such a sweetheart and Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine's grandparents were nice, his were too. So they had it good.

Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine's thunder cloud, smelling the sweet cinnamon-y scent. They had it good, but even so, it was gonna take time.

Time, Kurt thought. It had made him fall in love, it had made his grow up, smarter, wittier. It also made old wounds heal.

Kurt felt like he had aged a hundred and ten years since yesterday night.