Blaine woke in the middle of the night, bolting upright on his side of the bed and looking around with a shocked look on his face. What the hell was that? Why did I wake up, and why do I feel like I should be terrified right now? Glancing to his left, Blaine's face softened into a light smile, seeing Kurt's sleeping form beside him. Oh. Okay. Kurt is here. I must be okay then. Laying back down, he cuddled into Kurt's warm back, letting out a little sigh in his ear. When he tried to close his eyes, however, to his dismay, he immediately felt terrified again. Flashes of an insidious house flashed behind his eyes, and he snapped them open again, feeling his body stiffen beside his husband. "K-Kurt?" he called softly, no longer wanting to be alone.
There was a stirring beside him yet no answer, so Blaine tried again.
"Kurt? Can you—Will you wake up? I'm scared."
That got Kurt's attention, and a moment later, he had rolled over to face Blaine, wrapping him up in his arms. "Wha's goin' on? Why're you scared?"
"Bad dream," Blaine mumbled, pressing himself closer to Kurt's chest so he could hear his husband's heartbeat.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Kurt said softly, beginning to run his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Wanna talk about it?"
"I really don't even remember that much of it," Blaine admitted. "I just know there was some huge, scary mansion, and I remember that something was chasing me."
"That sounds awful," Kurt soothed. "You're safe with me, though. I've got you."
Blaine smiled at that, nestling a bit closer and closing his eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling of Kurt running his fingers through hair and scritching at his scalp. Then, for the third time that evening, a thought crossed his mind, and his eyes popped open again as he let out a groan.
"What? What's the matter?"
"I just realized that I had my childhood nightmare. Again. That hasn't happened in years."
A chuckle rose from Kurt's throat, escaping his lips softly so as not to wake their infant son. "Really? Tooth Mansion?"
"Yes…" Blaine sighed unhappily. "How do you even remember that and why are you laughing at me?"
"Well, first of all, I remember because you told me about it once in vivid detail. And second, I think it's adorable that it still makes you that scared. Scared enough that I get to hold you and pet your hair and tell you that you're safe."
"Not fair… Do you remember what I told you?"
"Clear as day."
"Tell me?"
This made Kurt chuckle again. "You want me to tell you the story of your scary dream?"
"Yeah. Maybe it will make it seem silly and not so scary."
"Okay," Kurt agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of Blaine's head. "You came into daycare one morning and informed me immediately that you needed to tell me a secret…"
"My Kurt, I gottsa teww you sumpin'," Blaine said, scurrying to Kurt's side before his mother had even made it out the door yet. "Is vewy scawy."
"Oh, no, my Bwainers," Kurt said, turning away from the dollies to look at his friend. "Wha' happen you?"
"I haded da worstest, most scariest dweam," Blaine informed him.
"You wanna teww me 'bout it?"
Blaine nodded. "Bu' you gottsa pwomise no' get scaweded. My mommy sayed dat dweams's not weal if'n we dweam 'em at night."
"I twy," Kurt promised, crossing his heart.
"'Tay. So, I dweameded dat I goed to a house acuz my gwamma yived dere. An' in dere yived a big, big, big, big mon'ser." He held his arms way out to the side to show how large the monster was. "An' when I seeded him, I wunned far, far, far so hims not get me. A'cept hims fowwowed me, an' I getted supa' scaweded."
"Dat's vewy scawy, my Bwainers," Kurt agreed, reaching out to hold his friend's hand tightly.
"An' I twied to wake up, bu' I coul'n't. So dat big, big, big mons'er catched me, an' den hims showeded me his toofs! He opened hims mouf an' haded yots an yots of shap toofs in dere! It was so scawy! An' so I twied wun 'way again, an' den he yockeded da door! An' he sayed I hadda stay acuz his wanted my toofs! An' den he twied to take one fwom my mouf, my Kurt. An' he yaffed at me when I cwieded, an' it was so mean." He folded his arms, a pout on his lips.
"Dat's so scawwy," Kurt repeated. "How you getted 'way from dat big, big scawy mons'er?"
"Um, my-my mommy comed to fin' me, an' she tewwed dat mons'er to go way acuz is not nice steaw my toofs. An' den dat mons'er sayed he was sowwy, but he weally wasn't! He kepted chasin' me, an he getted hims fwiends chase me, too! It was so scawy, an' when I wakeded up, I was scareded an' I cwieded an' I hadda go sweep wif my mommy an' daddy."
"Dey keepeded you safe?" Kurt asked, wanting to be sure his friend was okay now.
Blaine nodded. "Uh-huh. Mommy sayed dat toof mons'ers isn't weal, an' den I sweepeded wif dem. I otay now, my Kurt."
"Good." Kurt reached out and hugged Blaine tightly, giving him an extra squeeze. "I sowwy you had a scawy dweam."
"Is otay. I otay now. An' my Kurt?"
"Yes, my Bwainers?"
"When we goes naptime, you ho'd my hand so dat no scawy mons'er get me?"
Kurt nodded. "I ho'd you hand, my Bwainers. No mons'er getted you wif me."
"Fanks," Blaine said giving Kurt a quick smile. "We pway now? Wanna pway wif dem dollies?"
"Wow. That does not seem that terrifying now that you've told me about it," Blaine admitted, craning his neck up to give Kurt a quick kiss to the cheek. "Sounds like a normal trip to the dentist.
"Good. I was worried I would make you even more afraid." He squeezed his husband in his arms. "Not that I would really mind. My question is just why, of all the things, you would dream about a monster that wants your teeth?"
"I don't know," Blaine answered with a shrug. "I probably saw something about it on a show I watched or something. Lots of shows for littles talk about trips to the doctor or dentist. Or it could have been some teasing that my brain took too far."
"Probably," Kurt admitted. "I still think it's pretty funny. 'Blaine in Tooth Mansion.' Sounds like some silly animated short."
That got Blaine to giggle, too. "Yeah. It kinda does."
"Think you can go back to sleep now?" Kurt asked.
"As long as you hold me, I think I'll be fine," Blaine nodded, burrowing in a little bit closer.
"Sounds like a perfect plan to me." Kurt once again craned his neck and pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine's curly head. "Sleep well, my Blainers," he whispered. "I love you."
"I love you, too, my Kurt," Blaine whispered back, pressing a kiss to his husband's bare chest. Then, he closed his eyes again, glad not to see any more insidious mansions behind his eyes.
