Title: Watching in the darkness.
Summary: Kurt Hummel had always felt a presence around him, ever since he was a little boy. Now after ten years of seeing a pair of beautiful eyes that swirled with every shade of brown watching him, and of questions building up inside him. He may just get his answer. But would he rather have stayed not knowing when he finds out the truth?
Fiction rating: M- Mature.
Chapter title: Just In Sweet Dreams (Remember me)
Chapter rating: M- Mature
Twitter: Unic0rn_H0bbit
Warning: Strong language and mild violence
"Wait, not...not yet," Kurt disagreed.
"Kurt, I don't want to drag this out," Blaine warned, "I don't want to..."
"I know, just one more thing," Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine nose, "You won't...You won't forget me will you?"
"What?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows pulling together, "Of course not, how could I ever forget you?"
"I just...I want to give you something," Kurt told him, rolling away from Blaine and climbing to his feet.
"Kurt you don't have to give me anything, you've already given me so much," Blaine protested.
"I want you to have this, please?" Kurt asked, looking through a set of drawers in the corner of his room.
"What is it?" Blaine asked, sitting up and watching as Kurt pulled a small blue velvet box.
"It's my Mom's," Kurt said, opening the box and pulling out a golden locket with a thin chain.
"Kurt, I can't take that," Blaine shook his head, "It means too much."
"I want you to have it," Kurt said walking forward and prying the locket open with a click, "Look."
Blaine took the locket from Kurt's extended hand, it was an oval shape and had a rose engraved into the front. Placed inside the locket was a picture of a young Kurt, about three for four, sitting on his mothers lap with a cheeky grin.
"Kurt, I really don't think I can..." Blaine began, his voice uncomfortable.
"Please?" Kurt asked, "Please take it?"
"Kurt, this must mean so much to you," Blaine sighed, handing it back, "I just can't."
"You mean more," Kurt said seriously, "I have other things that were my mothers, but this way I'll always be with you."
"Are you really sure? You won't regret it?" Blaine checked.
Kurt shook his head, "I promise," He unclasped the catch and put the locket around Blaine's neck.
"I'll never take it off," Blaine vowed as Kurt picked up the golden oval and pressed a kiss to the front were it was settled around Blaine's neck.
"And you won't forget me?" Kurt asked sadly.
"Never," Blaine promised looking Kurt right in the eye.
Kurt let out a long breath, "I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, "We should go."
Kurt's bottom lip trembled as he nodded, he caught his lip between his teeth and looked over Blaine's face, "Still no way to get you to still stay?"
"My minds been on top speed since my Dad even mentioned it," Blaine sighed.
"I'm still not ready," Kurt mumbled, his eyes glassy.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you'll ever 'Be ready'" Blaine bit his lip, "It's just something that's going to happen."
Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him out of the room, Kurt only made it to the bottom of the stairs before he was crying again, one hand locked in Blaine's while the other was wrapped around his stomach.
"You don't have to come with me," Blaine reminded him as they walked forward, Blaine grabbing Kurt's coat.
"I want to," Kurt sniffed, letting Blaine place the coat around his shoulders.
"If you're sure," Blaine sighed, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist as the two walk outside into the cold night.
"I'm sure," Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as they walked to Kurt's car, Kurt climbing into the passenger seat while Blaine clambered into the drivers side.
The drive was quiet, the only sound was Kurt's quiet sniffing as he kept his and Blaine's hands locked securely between them.
Blaine pulled up outside his house and unclipped his seat belt, taking Kurt's hand that was still joined in his own and bringing it to his lips, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to his palm.
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, "K..."
"No. No goodbyes," Kurt shook his head, "I...I can't cope with goodbyes."
Blaine watched each soft tear roll down Kurt's reddened cheeks, the way his heartbreak was shinning through his wet sad, eyes that looked a light sea green from the light of the stars in the sky.
"Am I not allowed to say anything?" Blaine asked, reaching forward and wiping the tears from Kurt's face which were soon replaced with more.
"I...I don't know-Blaine," Kurt's voice turned to a squeak, his tears becoming sobs, "I don't know how to...I'm not sure...I don't know if I can take a huge speech, but I don't want this to be nothing."
Blaine bit his lip, "There's so much I want to say to you."
Kurt nodded, "Me too."
A knock on the drivers side made both boys jump, Blaine's head snapping around and wincing when he saw his Dad was standing outside with a scowl on his face.
Mr Anderson was a short man who seemed very angry about the fact, he was wearing a sharp navy suit with his black hair gelled to his scalp within an inch of it's life. He had a deep scowl on his forehead, his large bushy eyebrows were pulling together and his amber eyes blazed in their sockets.
Blaine sighed loudly after a second and pushed the button to roll down the window.
Mr Anderson growled, "Where the hell have you been?"
"Putting this off as long as possible," Blaine snapped, his back tensing.
"Get out of the car," Mr Anderson glared, his hands gripping onto the window frame.
"No," Blaine replied, his glare just as fierce as his fathers.
"How dare you disrespect me. Get out. Now," Mr Anderson hands hit the side of the car, "And why did you bring that pathetic thing with you?"
"What?"
"That!" Mr Anderson pointed at Kurt who was watching the scene play out before his eyes.
"'That' happens to be the only thing that's ever made me happy, so watch what you say about him," Blaine growled, his hand tightening around Kurt's.
The man rolled his eyes, "Just come here, we've been waiting for over an hour and a half, what have you been doing?"
"Just...stuff Dad," Blaine sighed, "Can you leave for a second?"
"No. You think I'm going to let you sneak away again? You can say goodbye to your pet out here."
Blaine shook his head, "I don't wan t him to get cold."
"It's fine Blaine," Kurt said quietly, opening his side of the car door.
Blaine winced at the cold air that pushed it's way through the gap, "Are you sure?"
Kurt nodded, trying a smile but his features were a picture of misery. Kurt climbed out of the car, Blaine doing the same and the two met at the bonnet of the car. Blaine immediately wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him as close as possible and hearing his Dad let out a huff of annoyance.
Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and stroked his hands down his neck while Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, breathing deeply as though trying to preserve his scent and presence.
"I was so alone," Kurt breathed, "I never thought...I'd find anyone who understands me like you do. You make me feel so alive Blaine, you made me feel...feel normal."
"Oh sweetheart," Blaine sighed, "You're so much better than normal. You're not like anyone I've ever met, you're beautiful and sweet, and you have these sill little habits that make me smile every time without fail and that I'm going to miss so much."
"I'll miss you too," Kurt said, looking up at Blaine with silent tears streaking his cheeks, "I'll miss your hair," His hand reached up and ran through Blaine's curls that he hadn't bothered to tame after their shower, "And your eyes," His hand trailed down over the side of Blaine's face, "And your smile," Kurt's fingers traced over Blaine's lips and down his neck. His hand settled on Blaine's chest, "And your heart," Kurt could feel it's strong, comforting beat under his fingers.
"Okay that's enough," Mr Anderson grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him away from Kurt harshly.
"No!" Kurt cried, as Blaine was dragged towards the front door.
Blaine struggled against his fathers grip, "Not yet, not yet," He growled, "Kurt!"
Kurt took a step forward, unsure what would be best to do in the situation. Blaine had always been so strong to him, seeing him so powerless to someone shook him hard, "I...I..."
"Kurt! No, no, Stop," Blaine yelled, kicking furiously, "I'll go, I'll go."
"What?" Mr Anderson asked in a growl.
"I'll go, just put me down," Blaine gave in, his head slumping in defeat as his Dad let go of his arm and shoved him in the direction of the door.
Blaine walked forward and hesitated in the doorway, "There's something for you in my room," He called, "Remember me."
"Blaine, no," Kurt cried, watching as Blaine's figure disappear in the doorway, taking his heart with him.
Mr Anderson also stopped in the doorway, he glared at Kurt before he walked through it, slamming the door behind him.
Kurt's body stood in shock for a second before he walked with a few shaky steps, quickly breaking into a run and grabbing at the door-handle. He let out a sob, pulling and twisting the handle desperately as he realized it was locked.
"Blaine! Blaine no , please," His voice was broken and pained, his feet shaking dangerously under him, "Please, no I need you. I need you here, Please," Kurt tugged at the handle a few more times before he felt his body slump, he turned around and slid to the floor with his back against the door. He threw his head back and it hit the door with a thunk, but he barley registered the pain. He was still so tired and all of his emotions were leaving him drained of all energy.
His heart felt open and aching and his hands were shaky, tears were still tumbling down his red cheeks and his head was pounding like a steel band was playing inside it. However somehow, he found himself drifted into an uneasy and light sleep.
The night was quiet and cold, the only sound was odd bird calling out as it flew through a pitch black sky, dotted with stars. The clouds sailed through the sky like boats, their presence calm and nonthreatening to people below who were tucked up in bed or watching a film on the couch with a loved one while their children dozed happily.
But on the doorstep was a boy with a heart that felt heavy, but empty all at the same time. His shoulders and head slumped forward as his lungs pushed and pulled air out of his lungs, making dragons smoke disappear into the night, as he dreamt of a boy who'd given him happiness and stolen it away again.
A/n: Sorry it's been a while, it's 3 weeks until my exams so everything's a little crazy.
