Philematophobia

Blaine laid on his back, his hands resting behind his head as he stared up at the sky. He and Kurt had moved from the swings to lay down in the grass.

"I got locked in my Mother's casket."

Blaine shivered as Kurt's words haunted him. How the hell did you get locked in a casket?

He turned his head to the side to look at the other boy. All clouds in the sky were vacant, allowing the moon to shine through the atmosphere. The light reflected off Kurt's skin, giving it a soft glow. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes kissing his cheekbones. Blaine squinted his eyes, swearing he could see the stars twinkle against them. He let his eyes wonder lower, Kurt's cheeks and lips were rosy from being outside for so long His hands were folded neatly on his chest, which was rising and falling through his steady breathing. Kurt wasn't wearing his normal designer clothes, but rather a pair of sweatpants, and a light green jacket.

Blaine couldn't help but think that Kurt was beautiful.

But no, Blaine wasn't allowed to think that about Kurt. Especially after what he did to him.

"I was eight when she died," Kurt whispered, Blaine shot his eyes up from Kurt's hands back to his face, his eyes were still closed.

"She got cancer, and well, it didn't end pretty." Kurt winced at the memory, and Blaine had to resist the urge to reach out and take a hold of the other boy's hand.

"Her casket was black with the padding fabric white on the inside. She had a viewing, and though none of us are religious, her parents were, so my dad granted their wish to hold it in a church.

"They took her away an hour after she died. Then I saw her three days later at the viewing." Kurt took in a stuttered breath, closing his eyes tighter. "She was wearing one of her summer dresses. The green one that went down to her ankles and had a simple white daisy on the right side. Green was always her color, it brought out her cheeks that were always pink, and made her light green eyes shine.

I stood at the foot of her casket, watching people as they came and go, protecting her from anything and everyone. I was like a warrior protecting a queen's gravesite, I had become a soldier at the age of eight, Blaine.

"I was wearing almost all black, except for my tie. My father and I had picked out matching green ties. I could tell people disapproved, a Christian funeral that isn't in all black." Kurt then opened his eyes, looking at Blaine and rolling them dramatically. "She looked awful in black Blaine, so out of a promise my dad made to both of us, I may add, there was little black at that funeral." Blaine smiled encouragingly, edging him to continue.

"Anywho, so once everyone started leaving, my dad left the building to say goodbye as they all departed. I was left alone with Mom in the room. And let me tell you a background story, I had nightmares. Often. And whenever I did, she would come into my room and sleep with me. She always kept the nightmares away, and she would always be there.

"As you can imagine me as an eight year old, I wanted it one more time, to be able to lay next to her one more night before she was buried in the ground. So when no one was looking, I pushed her aside, and crawled into the casket. I was small, so I squeezed in there easily. I remember saying to her, 'look, I can fit in here too," and-" Kurt had started breathing less regularly, and this time Blaine shook off all common and gentleman like sense, rolling onto his stomach, propping himself up by his elbows, Blaine started gently rubbing Kurt's forehead, much like Cooper had only a few nights ago. Kurt snapped his attention to Blaine, his eyes widening at the gesture. Blaine didn't stop.

"It's okay, Kurt." Kurt blinked a couple of times, silence passing through the two of them. Eventually Kurt spoke up again, and reluctantly, Blaine removed his hand.

"So I stayed there for a few minutes, trying to memorize what it felt like to have her body laying against mine and – who said you could stop?" Kurt said when he realized Blaine had stopped. Kurt was looking at Blaine, and Blaine, jumping slightly from the direct comment, went quickly back to rubbing Kurt's forehead, watching as the other boy seemed to immediately relax.

"Where was I," Kurt mumbled, "right. So after I felt that I memorized everything a child mind could, I pushed myself up to hop out, but the metal holding up the lid snapped, and it was sent straight down on top of us. I pounded on the lid, but no one seemed to here me. I then felt the casket moving, and my guess is that because the person saw that it was closed they probably thought that it was then permitted to be moved out of there. Soon we were moving faster, and I knew I had been strapped into a car. And at every turn, Moms body was pressed closer to mine." Kurt shuddered, but continued none the less. "I couldn't sleep that night as you can imagine. I cried and screamed, but no one came to rescue me. By the end of that night, my eyes were swollen and my voice was gone.

I was stuck there for what seems like forever. A small pitch dark box that smelled of the start of rotting flesh. Every time I looked over to my Moms side, I imagined her re – awakening, with bright red eyes and pointed teeth with a hunger for humans." Kurt glanced at Blaine. "Don't laugh, but I was terrified of the idea of zombies when I was little."

"I'm not laughing," Blaine assured. And how could he? What Kurt was telling him was truly awful, something that shouldn't have ever happened.

"I was let out that morning," Kurt said, looking back up at the stars. "They brought me back to the church because there's always a last minute viewing before the ceremony. I remember my dad being a wreck. His wife had just died, and his son went missing. When I sat up screaming out of the coffin, he fainted, realizing where I had been the entire time I was missing." Blaine continued rubbing his forehead, gently brushing Kurt's chestnut hair aside. "And I've been afraid of dark enclosed spaces ever since. I did a great job remembering what she felt like against me, because whenever it's too dark, or too small of a room, I feel her body against mine, the smell surrounds me, and my brain digs out the horrifying red eyes again." Kurt had concluded his story, searching Blaine's face for some sort of reaction.

"Kurt, I…" Blaine trailed off, not knowing what to do. What were you supposed to tell someone who had the memory of being almost buried when they weren't even dead?

"You're the only person to know the whole story," Kurt whispered, "I haven't even told my dad what exactly went on in there."

"Kurt, I-" Blaine took a breath in, closing his eyes. "Thank you for telling me. You didn't have to."

"No, but I wanted to." Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes studying his face.

"Is there anything that makes it better?" Blaine asked.

"Like how you have an anchoring in the books you read?" Kurt clarified. Blaine nodded, slightly blushing. "Eh, not really. If the lights aren't on, then I like being up in higher places. And when I have my monthly sleepovers with Rachel and Mercedes, I always make sure I can somehow feel their heartbeat or their breathing." Blaine made a mental note to ask about these sleepovers later, when the weren't discussing things like this.

"Higher places?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded a bit, "places farer away from the ground." Blaine bit his lip, thinking things over. What he was about to suggest was risky, but if it made Kurt feel better…

"Come on," he said, standing up and holding his hand out for Kurt.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, eye brows furrowed in confusion.

"To a spot where we can reach the stars," Blaine offered a smile. "Come on." Kurt returned the smile, grabbing Blaine's hand, hosting himself up and brushing the grass off of him. Blaine took a deep breath, willing himself to do this, before walking back over to the swing set and taking a swing. Confusion was replaced with understandment as he could see Kurt's eyes widen.

"Blaine, what you're doing is sweet, but I heard your story, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Screw what I feel." Blaine stated. "Right now, it's about your story, your comfort. Come here, we're going to touch the stars." It took Kurt a moment before he walked over, cautiously sitting on the swing set. Blaine took a deep breath, grabbing Kurt's hand without second guessing himself, and started swinging his legs back and forth, dragging Kurt with him.

"Blaine!" Kurt tried to scold, but Blaine could hear the compressed laughter in his voice.

"I'm f – fine." He mumbled, pushing his legs farther so that they rose higher in the air. Kurt gave in, leaning forward and backwards, adding his weight in so that soon they were soaring high.

"Blaine, are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked after Blaine gave a short scream when the chains started rattling.

"I'm fine, K – Kurt. Just, escape yourself for a m – moment, kay?" Blaine was trying his hardest not to shake, and upsettingly enough, Kurt noticed this.

"You said we were going to touch the stars, correct?" Kurt shouted over the rush of wind in their ears. Blaine nodded, trying to keep his eyes on the ground.

"Well then," Kurt let go of Blaine's hand, and Blaine bit his lip, stifling a scream. "Off I go!" Much to Blaine's horror, Kurt swung down once more then jumped off the swing.

For a moment it was a magnificent sight. Kurt had his knees bent slightly, and his head was looking up to his outstretched arms. His fingers were extended to their fullest, grazing the sky and catching a few stars in the palm of his hand.

The moment ended though when he landed, an un – healthy compact sound echoing through the empty park.

"Kurt!" Blaine was still in motion, trying his best to spot his friend. Once he did, he cringed at the sight of him laying on what Blaine hoped was his back, not moving. Blaine took a deep breath in before jumping free himself.

A million of thoughts ran through his mind as he was airborne. What if he landed wrongly, and broke his ankle, or what if he landed on Kurt, hurting him even worse?

His thoughts were interrupted when he landed with a loud 'Oof!' He rolled to his back, wincing slightly at the un – graceful fall. He quickly scrambled to his knees, crawling to the fallen warrior.

"Kurt?" He whispered, leaning over his body and placing his hand on the other side of Kurt's torso. Kurt was shaking, and Blaine panicked for a moment, about to reach for his phone to dial 911 when he realized that Kurt wasn't in pain, but was actually laughing.

"Oh god," the boy beneath him choked out, "that was fun. Can we do it again?" He opened his eyes, and Blaine gasped.

The sensations were too much for Blaine. With Kurt's skin reflecting moonlight, and with his perfect smile, and with his eyes that were shining care free blue, Blaine could barely control what he did next.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Kurt's.

He sensed Kurt's eyes widen in shock as his body tensed beneath Blaine's. Realizing what he was doing, Blaine quickly pulled away, his face turning completely red.

"Oh, jeez. Kurt, I am so sorry, I-"

"Blaine." Kurt cut across, bringing his fingers to his lips. Silence passed through them, and Blaine waited for the hatred and angst to start rolling off of Kurt's tongue. Instead, Kurt propped himself on his elbows, his face inches away from Blaine's.

"Who said you could stop?" He whispered before pressing his lips against Blaine's. This time it was Blaine's turn to freeze in shock, but that quickly passed as instincts tuned in. He cupped Kurt's porcelain face with his hand, the other one still supporting him on the ground. He vaguely felt Kurt's hand find his cheek, the other one gently resting on his forearm, as if afraid to touch him.

Blaine sighed into the kiss, tilting his head slightly, trying not to laugh with joy when Kurt responded. It was exactly how books described The Kiss. The one where Blaine's insides melted, and he didn't ever want to stop kissing, touching or being around Kurt.

Blaine didn't know how long they stayed there like that, kissing. But it didn't matter because he never wanted it to end.

A/N: So who besides me thought that Glee last night was FANTASTIC? I'm not gonna lie to ya'll, but I blacked out for a few moments when I saw Darren in the freakin' shower. :)

Review? They really do make me smile.