~VioletCherry342~
Blaine is lying down, his fingers tangling and untangling in the soft, moist grass, tugging without ever pulling it out of the dirt. The air smelled of oak and pine and water, birds and crickets fighting for the solo in the song of the woods. It was so mystical Blaine didn't believe it was real.. The only thing partially normal were the pitch black storm clouds circling above him.
It was peaceful, considering Blaine loved rain, and then...
CRACK!
The scene changed and he flinched. He jerked up, feeling felt beneath his hands instead of grass. He tries to stand, but he hits his head on something that isn't there, and yelps.
"Ow.." He moans quietly, running his hand through his hair, hitting another barrier with his elbow. He's scared now, feeling trapped, trying to thrash and only bruising his arms.
"Hello?" He called, his voice hitting the not-there-walls and rebounding back to echo in his face. He trembled whimpering. "Somebody?"
CRACK!
He jumped, feeling himself being thrown back again. "Stop!"
The crack continued, and then it was nearly drown out by a creaking noise, and there's harsh pressure on his thighs and something banging his head down, and something cold and wet and hard shooting out from nowhere and hitting him in the face. "Please! Please, make it stop!"
He tries thrashing again, feeling something dig into his throat, choking violently. "S-Somebody! Please help me..Please!"
Blaine is crying by now, because he can't black out and he can't see anything, but he can feel the blood draining him, slowly falling down his face, racing with the tears. It keeps repeating and he's about to be sick.. He just wants it to stop..
"Your call has been disconnected," A robotic lady says, mockingly, competing for dominence in the battle Thunder and Metal were already fighting. "Your call has been disconnected. Your call has been disconnected. Your call has been disconnected."
"PLEASE!" Blaine sobs upon deaf ears. "Please..St-Stop!"
-xXx-
Kurt wanders into the hospital room, annoyed that Finn remembered when he was headed out that Blaine wanted to see him again. Blaine was sleeping, his bruised and cut up face looking distressed even in slumber. Kurt sits down in the chair he'd been in whilst delivering a long, lingering speech about how much he loved him. Deaf ears, he supposed.
But while he was sleeping, he could pretend.
He reached out, tracing the line of his jaw, his cheekbones, the arch of his nose and the crease between his brows.
"I love you.." He whispered. "I love you so much.."
Blaine whimpered, turning his face away. Kurt slowly pulled his hand away, thinking it was his fault, but then Blaine's back arched suddenly, and his brows furrowed.
"Stop.." He whimpered, squirming away from something Kurt couldn't see. "Stop, please.."
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, moving so he was sitting next to him, taking his shaking, freezing hand. It took everything he had not to scream at him to wake up at how he kept shaking. "Blaine, wake up.."
"Please!" Blaine moaned, his eyelashes beginning to shimmer as his head jerked the other way, letting out a cry that made Kurt's heart squeeze. "Somebody...Please.."
"Blaine, I got you," Kurt squeaked. "I got you, Blaine, you're safe."
"Help me!" He sobbed out, a few tears finally falling from his closed eyes, down his temples. Kurt lay a hand on his boyfriend's sweating forehead just as he through his head back, his back arching up again as his legs writhed up like someone was breaking them. The pain from the movement of his fractured bones caused a soft scream to fall from his lips. "Please..Please!"
"Blaine!" Kurt finally yelled, and Blaine's dark eyes shot open wide.
"Stop!" He screamed, shouting fearfully, breaking down in miserable sobs. Kurt was amazed when Blaine threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around the larger boys neck and gripping to him like a lifeline, sobbing into the shoulder of his Marc Jacobs jacket..Kurt didn't care.
"Shh," He cooed, not caring that Blaine was in the arms of a 'Stranger' in his mind..He needed help, and Kurt was more than willing to give it. "Shh, I got you..I got you, it's okay."
"I-It hurt...Kurt, it hurt so bad.." He cried.
Kurt faltered a little at the fact he used his name, wondering what exactly Finn said to him, resisting the urge to plant a kiss on the raven haired boys forehead. "What, ba- Blaine?"
Do not call him 'Baby'. Do not do anything. Do not make him push you away, he scolds himself.
"I-I don't.." He sniffled. "It was dark..and t-tiny, and I..I was trapped, Kurt, I couldn't get out.."
Kurt let Blaine lie back down, wiping his cheeks softly, the salt of his tears staining his fingers. He knew what he meant; The crash.. His subconscious memory remembered the crash, his subconscious memory remembered him..Maybe. Kurt didn't know.. He was busy staring at Phase-God-Knows-What-Letter Sam Evans in Biology and Anatomy and blahblahblah, he didn't know how it worked..
But his head yelled at him..
"Ya know, if you hadn't called, he might remember you. If you hadn't called, he might not have crashed."
But the thought that rang true to him was, 'If you hadn't called, he might've crashed..And he might've died."
Kurt nearly retched.
"S-Sorry.." He said softly. "That was beyond inappropriate."
"No," Kurt said softly. "No, it's okay.."
"And I ruined your jacket," Blaine croaked, voice hoarse from sobs and screams, running his fingertips over the soft fabric of his coat. "I-I'll replace it.."
Kurt shook his head, shivering a little at the contact. "No you won't.. I can clean it."
Blaine grinned, albeit weakly and it didn't reach his gorgeous eyes, but at least it was some sort of reaction. "W-Was I talking?"
"Mhmm," Kurt said. "Are you okay?"
Blaine nodded, and Kurt knew he was lying. "Y-Yeah..Just..shaken."
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot, Blaine thinks. Just attack the kid! How stupid can you possibly get?
"I'm..really sorry about screaming at you," He whispered, shyly ducking his head like he wanted to crawl under the covers like a little boy after his brother just tormented him. "I..could've handled that better."
Kurt swallowed, but forced himself to smile at his previous boyfriend. "Well, I did kind of..stick my tongue down your throat."
Blaine let out a breathy half chuckle, grinning weakly. "Yeah.."
Kurt couldn't help but smile a little at the 'laugh', and again was left fighting the urge to kiss his forehead.
"I should let you sleep," Kurt said, moving to stand up.
Blaine stopped him, gripping his wrist like a frightened child. "W-Wait.."
"Hmm?" Kurt asked, settling back down next to him.
He's not sure why he doesn't want to be left alone, but he doesn't.. Maybe he thinks if someone is there, the nightmares won't come back.. He can hope, right?
Yeah..That's it.
"St-Stay with me?" He asked shakily, blinking up at Kurt pleadingly.
Kurt nodded without question, turning his palm up to squeeze Blaine's wrist back, in a friendly gesture.
The boy lay back, calmer now that someone was there to shake him out of the terrors, his insanely dry eyes fluttering close.
Just before he fell back into a - hopefully - dreamless darkness, he whispered, "Forgive me...?"
Kurt swallowed hard, not sure if Blaine even heard him before he fell asleep. "In a heart beat.."
And..I have really nothing to say here. lol :P
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