Blaine jerked awake the second he heard the scream. His heart pounded, and he thought for a second it had been a dream.
But then he heard the cries. Blaine turned on his lamp, and he realized Kurt wasn't in bed next to him. Something had happened to him…
Blaine leapt out of bed and hurried down the hall. All the lights were off, so Blaine flipped on all the switches he could find. What the heck was Kurt doing?
He heard his husband crying, and Blaine crept into the living room. Kurt was over by the front door on the floor, tears dripping off his chin. Blaine hurried over to him, trying to figure out what the heck was going on.
Kurt cradled his hand against his chest, and it didn't take long for Blaine to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Kurt was sleepwalking. The front door was ajar, so he must have slammed his hand in it. His fingers were already swelling a little.
"Kurt, it's okay," he soothed quickly, wiping the tears from his face. "Tell me what happened, honey." Kurt didn't answer, and instead cried harder. Blaine picked him up and set him on his feet. Kurt shivered and leaned into him, terrified and shaking. Blaine hugged him close and rubbed his back.
Kurt didn't sleepwalk often, maybe once a month at the most. But he was wearing shoes and a coat over his pajamas. Sometimes he would eat in his sleep or watch TV, but Blaine had never seen him be so close to leaving the apartment before.
Blaine guided him over to the couch and pulled off his jacket, replacing it with a blanket. Kurt would usually only sleepwalk when he was sick or stressed, and he didn't have a fever or anything, so Blaine didn't know what was bothering him.
He looked over his hand and decided it was okay. If it were truly broken he would have already woken up from the intensity of the pain. It would be okay by the morning.
"Come on, honey, let's go back to bed," Blaine coaxed. He tried to help Kurt walk back to bed, but he was being stubborn, and still seemed upset. Blaine tugged on his arm, and Kurt started to cry all over again. He held onto Blaine like a child clinging to a parent. Blaine wrapped his arm around him and took him back to the bedroom, despite Kurt's protests.
"Kurt, it's okay," Blaine kept saying. "You're okay now, honey. What's the matter?" if Kurt was stressed out about something, of course he wouldn't tell Blaine. But Kurt wasn't conscious, so Blaine didn't know what kind of information he could pry from him when he was asleep.
"No," Kurt mumbled, leaning against Blaine as he tried to get him tucked into bed. He covered his eyes with his hands. Blaine covered him with the sheet and shushed him to calm him down.
"No what, Kurt?" Blaine asked. What's making him so afraid? Blaine didn't want to make him more scared, but he had to figure out why he was crying and sleepwalking.
"Too late…" he trailed off. Blaine fluffed his pillow and helped Kurt sit up to take a drink of water. "'m tired…"
"I know you are, honey," Blaine said softly. Kurt worked so hard at the Vogue office. He didn't get paid nearly enough. Blaine knew what he needed was a day off. Kurt hadn't taken a personal day in almost four months, and it seemed to finally be catching up with him. Blaine gave his husband a kiss on the forehead and crawled back in bed with him. Kurt snuggled close to him, and Blaine draped his arm over his waist.
"I love you," Blaine said to him softly, just quiet enough to not wake him up. Kurt didn't say it back, but Blaine didn't need to hear him to know.
Author's Notes:
This one is pretty short, but here you go! I could totally see Kurt as being a sleepwalker, just with how closed off and hard working he is. At least he has Blaine there for him when he tries to wander around New York City at one in the morning.