It's really short and mostly dialogue, but it had to be done!
Thank you for your patience. With me.
"Mommy?" It's amazing how you can dream about a memory a thousand times, know what's happening, and still make the same mistake over and over. Kurt reached for the hand, just like every other time, but something was different. Something in the atmosphere was strange. The hand moved on it's own, reaching for Kurt's neck.
Blaine's face appeared above the whole in the floor, his injuries mirroring those of what Kurt's mothers had been. When he spoke, bits of flesh and blood dropped down his chin. "That's okay Mommy, it's okay now. Just help me up and everything will be okay."
Kurt flew out of bed with a jolt and stood in his dorm room, angrily swiping tears from his face. The image of Blaine's dirty face kept popping up in his head. "Stop it, stop it, stop it." The words were shoved through his gnashed teeth.
Kurt struggled to the bathroom and turned on the light. When he caught his tired, red-faced reflection, he leaned against the counter and pointed at himself.
"You will not ruin this for yourself. No psyching yourself out on this, okay? Blaine's fine, you're fine, you have class in…" check the watch… "six hours. Five more hours of sleep and you'll be fine."
Or five more hours of being strangled by Blaine.
Kurt did a double take at the thought. 'No way I'm going to deprive myself of sleep because of a stupid dream. If I can sleep with the possibility of watching my mother dying, I can sleep with the possibility of seeing Blaine being…'
Kinky?
'Bed. I'm going to bed. I'm going to sleep.'
Well, I'm not.
'Shower, I'm going to shower. THEN I'm going to sleep.'
Well, after Kurt's shower, there was Kurt's chemistry homework, and then Kurt's world history review. After that he got on YouTube for a while and couldn't give a valid excuse why.
There was a knock on the door a while after the sun had come up. Kurt checked the clock on his phone and saw a daunting 7:40. Kurt opened the door still in his pajamas.
"Dude, are you not almost ready to go?" Blaine reprimanded and pushed himself into the room. Kurt grumbled a few lame excuses as he got ready and Blaine shuffled his bag around awkwardly.
"Hey, Kurt, about all that stuff we talked about last night…"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I kind of over shared and dumped all that on you. It wasn't okay. I never do that I swear-"
"No, no, no, no, that's not what I meant! You're fine you didn't over share. You shared well you shared perfectly. You perfect shared. I know I sort of just left after you told me your whole life story, but I was thinking about it all night. I have an idea." Blaine rambled nervously as Kurt scrambled around the room trying to find miscellaneous articles of clothing. "Kurt, we've got time, can I just talk to you for a minute?"
"Yeah just let me find another sock. If you buy them in pairs, the other one has to be somewhere."
"That's… actually logical. Look, I know the prospect of seeing your dad again might scare you, but what if I went with you? This might just be one big misunderstanding with the new wife and kid. Whatever it is, I know for a fact he never meant to replace you or anything." Kurt stopped his sock search for a moment and didn't look up. When he moved again, he jerked and sped up.
"Did you study at all for that world history test tomorrow? I feel like I've read the U.S. and British constitutions like 400 times-"
"Kurt, stop."
"And I still can't tell you how they're alike or different."
"Kurt, don't ignore me."
"I mean, how can you blame me for not remembering second grade when we read this the first time. Did we read that in second grade? Not the second grade I remember," Kurt trailed off as he finished pulling on his shoes and straightening his tie to perfection. Blaine's determined face didn't change. "Blaine, having you there will just make the whole meeting more awkward than it would've been otherwise. Hey Dad, I've been gone for almost 10 years. Yes, I do in fact know how to operate a cell phone. Why didn't I call you? Oh, it's just my big ass pride mixed with my wild stupidity. Nothing to worry about in your new teenage son. You miss all the cute, formative, baseball tossing years and get handed back a psycho." Kurt ranted. A moment of silence. Cue freak out. "A gay psycho! Oh god what if my dads a homophobe?!" Kurt's hands flew to pull on his hair.
"Okay, okay, calm down. Calm down, stop that!" Blaine dropped his bag and ran to try and unhand Kurt's poor hair.
"I'm not going Blaine! The moments passed and maybe this was all for the better anyway. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going!"
Geez! Repeating yourself, yanking on your hair like that, you're a danger to yourself. They're having your cell padded already.
"Alright, we're not going. Nobody's going anywhere, just please stop doing that," Blaine pleaded. Blaine gently unscrewed his friend's fingers from his hair, but kept his hands on Kurt's just to be sure. "Kurt, do you trust me?"
"Yeah. Yes, obviously."
"I'm not going to let you pretend it doesn't hurt anymore because it's really stressing you out and it's not healthy. You're going to make yourself sick if you keep this up. I let it go for now, but at least think about it, okay?"
Think about going back there and embarrassing yourself.
"Promise?" Blaine asked.
Blaine, this is no time for a moment!
"Promise."