Got home from work and forced myself to stay up to watch the Emmy's. Firstly we had limited red carpet coverage so I didn't actually see Chris until the Emmy's started and didn't know Darren was there at all until I saw the photos on Tumblr. Sigh. And, of course, Modern Family cleaned out the comedy awards so Chris and Jane didn't get the awards for their categories. But we love them regardless :) I'm just thrilled that Jim Parsons got an award for Big Bang Theory, I adore that show and he deserved it =D
Oh, and Chris was angelic on the red carpet. Simply beautiful.
From Penelope Fiction: a first kiss via a dream. Like, Kurt dreams his first kiss with Blaine or vice versa.
Dream
It had been a long day.
Exams were right around the corner, and Blaine could see that Kurt had been struggling to keep up with the workload. So he had offered the use of his dorm room and his own services as a tutor instead of Kurt going back to Lima for the weekend. Kurt had accepted gratefully, telling Blaine that there was no way he would pass Math or Chemistry if he didn't get some help from someone.
They had spent all morning revising Math, and Blaine was confident that Kurt would definitely pass, if not get an A, as long as he kept his cool. But then they had moved on to Chemistry and things had gone downhill. Blaine could see Kurt was struggling with the terminology and had told him to take a break while he ducked down to get food. And as Blaine came back to the room with a couple of plates from the dining hall, he found Kurt sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.
Smiling fondly, Blaine placed the plates on his desk and moved to sit back down at his seat. He knew he really should wake Kurt up so he could keep studying, but his friend had looked so exhausted lately that Blaine couldn't find it in his heart to wake him.
Ten minutes, he decided. Then we'll have to get back to work.
Walking down the halls at McKinley, Kurt couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding. The sun was just a bit too bright, the halls just too empty. Kurt knew he was supposed to be in a class, but he didn't know which one, so he continued to roam the halls, looking for someone who could tell him. The logical side of his brain reminded him that he didn't go to McKinley anymore, he was a Dalton student, but he was here, wasn't he?
Walking around the corner, Kurt froze as he saw a group of jocks standing in the middle of the hall - the entire football team sans the Glee guys. He turned to run but his feet were frozen, stuck to the floor. All he could do was watch as the team advanced on him, a faceless blur of letterman jackets, slowly morphing together until they were just one.
Karofsky.
"No…"
Blaine frowned, looking up from his Literature book. Kurt had started shifting on the bed, murmuring something under his breath. His eyes were darting around frantically under closed eyelids and Blaine could tell something was seriously stressing him out.
"Kurt?" he murmured quietly, dropping the book on his nightstand and moving the chair a bit closer. Kurt refused to wake.
"What did I tell you about coming back here?"
Kurt was shaking, trying to run but found himself stuck. "I - I didn't mean to. Let me go!"
"I told you what would happen if you told anybody, didn't I?" Karofsky took another step closer so they were almost toe-to-toe. "And you didn't listen, and then you came back here to rub it in my face."
"No, no, I swear. I didn't tell anybody!" Kurt shook his head frantically. "Please, Karofsky, just let me go, I didn't do anything!"
"Karofsky… let me go…"
He's having a nightmare.
"Kurt!" Blaine raised his voice a little, not wanting to scare his friend any further. "Kurt, it's Blaine. I need you to wake up."
But it was no use. Kurt suddenly whined low in his throat and curled in on himself, just as if he had been punched. Blaine's mouth ran dry as he tried to think of something to do, but there was nothing. All he could do was keep trying to wake Kurt up.
Kurt tried to stay on his feet, his arms wrapped around his midsection as Karofsky geared up for another punch. "I told you I'd teach you a lesson, didn't I?"
"Please…"
"I told you I'd KILL you if you ever came back!"
Karofsky hit him again and Kurt doubled over, trying to breathe.
Kurt's breathing had run shallow and Blaine was freaking out. "Kurt, please! Kurt, you're not there, you're at Dalton, you're okay."
By now, Kurt was completely in the fetal position and Blaine couldn't see his eyes to know whether he was close to waking up or not. He deliberated getting someone to help or calling one of Kurt's McKinley friends or his father, but he didn't want to leave Kurt's side for a second.
He chanced taking one of Kurt's hands and felt the fingers twist around his tight, nearly cutting off circulation. "Kurt, he can't hurt you, I promise."
"I'm going to hurt you so bad that your little prep school boyfriend won't want you anymore. And then I'm going to go through on that promise and I will kill you."
Karofsky's voice was low and rough as he moved in closer. Kurt was still struggling to breathe because he knew this was it, Karofsky was going to kill him and he'd never get to tell his father he loved him one more time or tell Blaine that he loved him full stop.
"But first, I think I'm going to take something from you that you didn't give me properly last time."
Kurt froze before a single word finally escaped his lips.
"NO!"
Blaine jumped as Kurt screamed the word, his entire body shaking. All Blaine wanted to do was pull him into his arms and do anything to get him to wake up, but he knew that would just make things worse when Kurt did wake up.
"Somebody help me, please!"
"Kurt, I'm here," Blaine began to babble again, hoping the words would sink in. "I'm here and I'll help you if you let me, I just need you to wake up. It's not real…"
"Get away from him!"
Kurt turned, suddenly freed from his invisible constraints. Blaine was standing in the hallway, radiating an aura of power. "You are going to leave him alone right now and walk away."
"And if I don't?" Karofsky sneered, but Kurt could see the fear in his face. Blaine was winning.
"And if you don't, I'm going to hurt you. Simple."
Karofsky held onto Kurt's arm for another second before dropping it. Kurt collapsed to the floor, finally able to breathe.
Blaine sighed in relief as Kurt suddenly quietened, stretching back out on his back. The worry lines faded from his forehead and clearly whatever nightmare he had been having was gone, replaced with something else.
And then Kurt whispered under his breath, so softly that Blaine wasn't even sure if he had heard it. He was pretty sure he had imagined it, after all, why would Kurt be saying Blaine's name in his sleep?
"Blaine…"
"It's alright, I've got you."
Karofsky had disappeared and Blaine's arms were around him, holding him close. "I'm never going to let you go, I'll never let him hurt you. I love you, Kurt."
Kurt sighed, lifting his head to stare into those beautiful hazel eyes. "I love you too, Blaine. Even if you only love me here."
"I love you there too, and you know it. You're just waiting for me to say something." Kurt nodded, knowing it was true but he would only ever admit it to himself in this place where he was safe. And because he was feeling particularly bold, he finally let himself do what he had always held back from doing in dreams. Taking Blaine's face gently in his hands, he leaned in and kissed him.
Blaine was responding instantly, as if this was what they were born to do. And, at least in this reality, they were. Kurt knew if it felt this amazing here, in a world he knew he had to leave very soon - he could hear the real Blaine calling to him after all - then it would be so much better when he could experience it for real.
And maybe, he thought as he broke free, running his thumbs over Blaine's cheeks one more time, maybe I will.
"Kurt?"
Blinking rapidly against the harsh light, Kurt forced his eyes open to see Blaine leaning over him, looking confused. His mind immediately went back to his dream and he had to fight his blush as he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Blaine? What happened?"
"I think you were having a nightmare." And then the rest of the dream came flooding back, the horror hitting Kurt hard. "You were, weren't you?" Kurt nodded shakily and Blaine immediately moved to sit next to him, wrapping his arms around him. "It's alright, whatever it was, you're safe here."
As Blaine's arms tightened, Kurt felt all of his worries fade and allowed himself to press his head into Blaine's shoulder, remembering the final moments of his dream, that kiss…
"Yeah," he whispered, so quietly that he wasn't sure if Blaine could even hear him. "I'm safe here."
MusicalEscape:
"Me and Blaine kissed!"
"Oh my gosh! Where? I want deets!"
"Um... On your bed?"
That weekend, Wes, David, Mercedes, and Finn held a bonfire in which they all burned their sheets. Along with all of ND and the Warblers...