Kurt hadn't slept this well in years. The last time was probably the night he and his parents were camping in the Misty Woodland when he was nine. They had all gone out and watched the stars shooting through the sky. It had been magical for Kurt to witness, and at times, he'd felt like he would fall up into the sky with how clear it was and the activity that was happening above him.
When it had been time for bed, the trio had gone into their tent and bundled up. The temperature near O'a Nalore never got too cold, not like it did elsewhere on Ecrulia. At night, though, it could get chilly. So, Burt, Elizabeth, and Kurt had all huddled under several blankets together, Kurt in-between his parents. He'd slept soundly that night, songs and lyrics running through his dreams that he wouldn't remember when he awoke the next morning.
Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this:
A kiss to build a dream on.
Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part,
A kiss to build a dream on.
As he stirred awake, he thought he was back in that field, safely between his parents. That is until the person behind him shifted some, and he felt something odd behind him.
"Blaine?" Kurt said quietly, as if remembering where he was.
At the sound, Blaine simply cuddled closer to Kurt, moving around slightly until he was comfortable. Kurt's face, neck, and ears all flushed as the sleep left his foggy brain and he fully understood what was happening. He had often woken up that way, too. When he tried to move away again, the arms around him tightened.
"No. C'mfy," Blaine slurred, still mostly asleep.
"Blaine?" Kurt said a little louder.
This time, Kurt's voice was able to bring Blaine more out of sleep, and once he realized what he was doing, he let go of Kurt.
"I'm so sorry," he said as he scooted back.
"Please don't apologize," Kurt said and turned over to face Blaine. "I just didn't want you to wake up and be uncomfortable."
Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relieved that he hadn't completely scared Kurt away with his morning wood.
"I'm not," Blaine said. "I was honestly thinking the same thing when you woke me up. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."
The two laid there for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes and smiling.
"Should we fix some food and then…" Kurt said, trailing off at the end.
"Of course," Blaine said. "I can't imagine being in your shoes and how anxious you must be."
"Anxious? Not really," Kurt said as he thought about it. "Hopeful. Excited. Cautious. Those are what I am. And… Maybe a bit anxious."
They both chuckled at that and got out of bed, going down the stairs and using the restroom before fixing a light breakfast.
"How will we get there?" Kurt asked.
"We'll load the firewood up in my truck and then drive over there," Blaine explained. "Most of the time, I walk there, simply because I enjoy the forest and everything around it. When I'm taking him firewood, though, I drive."
The pair made quick work of their food and loading the wood into the bed of Blaine's truck.
After the firewood was loaded and they were buckled in, Blaine turned on the radio, hoping some music would help calm the nerves Kurt was likely feeling.
Kurt smiled and sang along with the song when he heard the notes between lyrics, not at all surprised that he had dreamt about the same song the night before, even though it wasn't a song he'd ever heard in his world other than in that dream.
When I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you,
Weaving romances, making believe they're true.
Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on!
When Blaine slowed the truck down, they had just crossed over a rock bridge, similar to the one by Blaine's house, though larger. They pulled up next to a beautiful house that was covered in vines with red leaves growing on them. It had several windows that faced the bridge as well as two chimney stacks, one on each end of the house.
Blaine stopped the truck and honked a couple of times.
"That's how I let him know I'm here so he can come help," Blaine said with a smile at Kurt's quizzical look. "I've tried to do it all myself, and he chastises me. Tells me he can help."
Kurt smiled at that. Sounds like my dad, he thought.
The pair got out of the truck and went around to the bed to let the tailgate down. They heard the door to the house swing shut, and Kurt turned around. There, standing at the door, was a man who looked exactly like his dad.
When their eyes met, Burt gasped.
"Dad?" Kurt said, loud enough for both of the other men to hear.
And with that one word, Burt's body hit the ground.
A/N: The song used is "Give Me A Kiss To Build A Dream On" by Louis Armstrong. Also…the next chapter is posted so please don't sharpen your pitchforks just yet. I realized after I typed it out that the boys stargazed in Glory. And I almost took it out and had Kurt and his family doing something else. I didn't because I could see them doing that, sharing those moments. So, I left it.