~VioletCherry342~

While the Hud-mel residence seemed familiar and homey, Blaine couldn't help but feel out of place. They way the older boy, Finn, kept looking at him, like he was expecting some light to turn on in his head any moment now, made him want to crawl out of the house like a frightened animal. Kurt kept returning the expectant glances with a glare, but it really didn't make a difference.

Kurt had actually kicked Finn out of his own room, so that Blaine was in the adjacent bed in the basement, which the boys shared. Again, he felt like he'd been there before, but couldn't quite put a memory to it.

Chewy made himself right at home on Kurt's bed, which the older boy (Yes, Blaine finally did find out he was a year older...sigh) welcomed. Which was good, because Chewy seemed to have taken sides in the argument that did not take place, which was kind of odd.

It was about three AM, and Blaine lay there, watching the others boys chest rise and fall as Chewy hung his head over the edge of the bed and looked at Blaine with his golden eyes that seemed to scream, "Oh, go to sleep already."

Blaine didn't want to. He hadn't had a good, peaceful sleep since the accident. After a week of waking up sobbing, Kurt had backhandedly, softly, suggested maybe he talk to a therapist.. The last thing Blaine wanted to do was lie back on a couch and talk about a dream that made no sense, so he reverted to burying his face in the pillows and crying as quietly as possible. He was scared to death, all the time, even watching cars pass by gave him a sickening feeling in his stomach. It hadn't rained since that night, and God forbid it did, because he was sure he was going to have a panic attack.

He sniffed softly, rolling on his back and sighing. He glanced at Kurt, sleeping peacefully with his arm draped over Chewy, who had one eye peeled open to glare at Blaine for making any noise. Blaine bit his lip. He hated the silence. He supposed he could crawl to end of the bed and see if Kurt got his iPod when he stole away into his house, but he doesn't wanna wake Chewy or Kurt, so he snatches the one lying on the bedside table - Kurt's.

For some reason Blaine finds himself grinning when he sees the name Barbra Streisand. He shakes his head, confused by the wall in his mind as to WHY that name got his attention and his smile, and continued. He went down to playlists, reading through the few that were there. Jog, Dance, Rehearsals...

Blaine.

Blaine tilted his head into the pillow and opened the playlist.

Animal - Neon Trees
Candles - Hey Monday
Teenage Dream - Katy Perry
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

It went on. Blaine slipped Kurt's headphones on and listened, getting to one recorded scratchily in his own voice, his eyes fluttering closed.

If you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know...
Somewhere only we know...
Somewhere only we know...

Kurt shook his head, and Blaine practically through himself into the taller boys arms, gripping to him desperately. Both had tears in their eyes, but they didn't want to shed them. This was supposed to be a happy moment, a happy day, Kurt was back where he wanted to be...Even if it was killing his boyfriend to say goodbye. Blaine buried his face in Kurt's shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut, only breathing in the scent of the white jacket he had on.

Kurt whispered shakily, "I'll never say goodbye to you.."

Blaine's heart fluttered, but he didn't pull back just then. He didn't want to let go...Not yet.

The dark haired boy gasped, shooting up in the bed violently, gripping the sheets like he thought he would fly off of it if he didn't have something grounding him.

Chewy barked, startling him further, sending him flying back against the wall with a squeak.

Kurt, then, stirred. He rubbed his eyes and let out a low growl like sound, but he looked like he was pouting at being awoken so abruptly. "Blaine?"

"I-I-I'm..yeah, I..."

The stuttering seemed to wake Kurt, and he looked over the giant dog head in his path to see what had Blaine so panicky. He stood when he saw the look on Blaine's face, assuming it was a nightmare about the crash, and moved to sit down next to him. "Are you okay?"

Blaine nodded stiffly, falling down on the bed again. "Sorry.."

Kurt shook his head, smoothing his fingers through Blaine's hair when he saw it had been ruffled by the pillow. "Stop apologizing."

He glanced up, still hearing that comment that had been whispered against his neck a few months ago, and bit his lip. "Would you...?"

Kurt, somehow understanding the question, flushed but nodded. He pushed the comforter back and burrowed under the sheets, a little surprised when Blaine moved to grip to him like he did when he transferred back again, lying his head on Kurt's chest. He sighed, closing his eyes when Kurt's long arms enveloped him protectively, letting the other boy pet his back in a soothing motion. Neither spoke, for Blaine felt he was being clingy and Kurt felt as if he would whisper something along the lines of "I love you" and ruin it. Chewy pulled himself on the bed and curled behind Blaine's knees, but the smaller boy didn't stir.

Kurt planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, before relaxing back against the bed with a sad sigh.

Blaine wouldn't admit he hadn't been asleep, nor would he say this was the first time he'd felt safe in a while...

Okay, so, I know I'm kind of speeding this along, but I have run out of ammo and my head is going off in different directions, which means I need to keep it up! lol Anyhow. Yesh. I shall come up with another idea, I promise! It won't be ending super-soon =]
Oh, and, sorry this took so long to post.. o.o And it's a short chapter, too! Bad me... lol