~VioletCherry342~

"Hey, sweeties," Carole cooed when Blaine and Kurt stumbled upstairs. Blaine grinned timidly, ruffling his curling hair and moving so Kurt was in front. The taller boy smacked his dad's hand as he walked past, and Burt heaved a great sigh and abandoned sweet rolls Carole had been experimenting with. "You know, there is such a thing as being nurtured to death."

Kurt gave Carole a smirk and the older woman whipped Burt's backside with the towel she was wielding. They both laughed at him when he shrieked, "Ow!" and then pouted huffily. Blaine gave a small smile.

"Baby, get over here and eat something," Carole demanded of Blaine, gently however. "You're more than welcome here, stop acting like Burt in a candy shop."

"Hey!" Burt said.

Kurt giggled again, and Blaine nodded meekly, grinning like a shy little boy, moving to mimic what Kurt did, which ended with fruit, yogurt and piece of toast. Blaine however put a lop of butter on his while Kurt wasn't looking, and then followed him to the table, taking his seat in the near back of the table, while Finn migrated toward the food and Burt collapsed on the couch with a plate of what he was allowed to eat. Kurt's hand paused half way to his mouth and he remarked, "Hey Dad? You can sit at the table, you know.."

"Well-wo?" Finn said around a mouth full of bagel/egg/cheese/bacon/godonlyknows as he plopped on the couch.

Kurt's lip curled. "No one wants to eat with you, Finn."

"I'm comfortable, kid," Burt said, his eyes trained on the game, picking at his food like a rabbit, obviously bored to tears. Blaine, however, found the whole thing amusing, and snickered.

Kurt grinned at Blaine after a long, pronounced eye roll at his father, but he hid the bashful smile by shoving a strawberry in his mouth. "You sleep okay?" He asked.

Blaine nodded, nibbling on the buttery toast, trying not to look like a total...well...Finn. "Yeah... I-I'm really sorry about that, I just..."

"Don't," Kurt reassured, placing his hand on Blaine's forearm and squeezing softly. Blaine glanced at the hand, studied it for a moment, before sending his honey eyes back up to those stormy gray ones through his thick, dark lashes, grinning a little.

"Thanks.."

Kurt shook his head, as if saying, 'Don't mention it', then he looked curious, and Blaine had figured out by now that meant he had a thought and was plotting the whole thing out, and a comeback for any reply, so he wasn't left hanging. "So..."

Blaine looked at him again, chewing idly on a piece of honeydew, blinking in question.

"How would you feel, about..maybe-Eek!"

"Chewy!" Blaine scolded as the dog nearly knocked Kurt off his chair as he dug under it to get to Blaine. The dog stopped, lying down under the spindles, his eyes filled with that innocence that said he was the Marley of German Shepherds, and Kurt sat up off the chair, letting Chewy parade straight under the chair and to Blaine's lap, lying his muzzle on his/Kurt's pajama shorts, snorting in a way that said, "Gimme food! Gimme food!"

Kurt cleared his throat, sitting back down in his chair gracefully while Blaine gave Chewy a belittling stare that fazed him none. "Ahem," Blaine coughed, blushing a little at his dogs manners, or lack-their-of, asking, "you were saying?"

"Oh, um," Kurt swallowed. "Well.. I know we're basically.. strangers right now, but I.." He huffed. "I want to buy you dinner.."

Blaine tilted his head, grinning. "Kurt, I'm living in your house.. I already mooch off you enough, I don't-"

"No," Kurt stopped him, shaking his head. "No, no. I meant.. I wanna go on a date with you."

This felt far too much like Valentines Day of the last year, that awkward confession at the coffee shop. Kurt stapling his heart to his sleeve and offering it to Blaine, who sat there, looking at him with a puzzled expression, as if he was trying to figure out how that scarf around his neck was knit. He swallowed, waiting for a response, waiting to see if Blaine would duck his head and stutter the start of an apology until Kurt took a pity shot and told him to forget it, that he was being too forward, he's so sorry.

Or...

"Okay..." Blaine said softly, smiling timidly, spinning the spoon in the white yogurt. "That...could be nice..."

And Kurt let out a breath, smiled, and nodded. "Just say when..."

"Tomorrow night?"

One day wasn't really what Kurt would consider ideal, but he wouldn't protest to anything. He could manage under pressure. Sure. Easy.

"Sure," Kurt said, smiling sweetly.

"It's a date.."

-xXx-

The joy was short lived for Kurt, however. The boys went their separate ways for school, Blaine getting a ride from an insistent Burt, and Kurt arguing with Finn to stop trying to gas him out of the car. Kurt noticed first, as they left the building after Glee club, that the sky was beginning to turn gray..

They drove home, the sky just kept getting darker, and Kurt got more antsy. It was looking like that thunderstorm he'd been dreading had finally manifested.

When Burt got Blaine home, however, the younger boy didn't seem at all disturbed. He was chipper as ever, his heart pounding over his date, yet he didn't admit this. Just said Wes, Jeff, David and Nick all had one hell of a time jogging his memory, and he had a really good day. Kurt just smiled and nodded, grateful that maybe, just maybe, Blaine might sleep through the night.

At five o'clock the Hudmel's had to turn the lights on, for the blackened clouds had gathered and hidden all the light the sun offered. Blaine fell asleep during the football game, and ended up falling against Kurt's shoulder as he filed down his nails to death in the deadly nerves. His heavy, evened breathing against his shoulder made him calm slightly.

Only temporarily, however. The thunder didn't appreciate the closeness, and it roared to life moments after the television was turned off. Burt and Carole were clearing the kitchen, and Finn was slowly coming to. Kurt remained awake, and as the loud crack reverberated though the house Blaine's body spasmed away from Kurt, his hand shooting up to his chest as he breathed out the gasp he just choked inwards.

"Blaine?" Kurt soothed, resting a hand on the smaller boys shoulder.

He flinched, but looked at Kurt, not speaking. His lips trembled as if he were trying to speak, but couldn't. Finn and Burt were oblivious, but Carole, the nurse, saw the beginning of a panic attack unfolding. "Finn, baby, get me a cloth drenched in cold water."

"Eh?" He asked.

"Go," She said, looking at him as if to add, 'Quickly.'

Another crackling sounded, and Blaine's knees shot up to his chest - too fast for Kurt to see, they weren't there one moment and there the next - and his hands went over his ears as his eyes clamped shut, a small whimper falling from him mouth. Kurt scooted closer to him, lying his hands on Blaine's shoulders, attempting to be comforting. Blaine whined, "No, no, no."

"What?" Kurt said, not understanding the whimper.

"Please, no!" Blaine thrashed when Kurt didn't let up, his arm accidentally swinging back and elbowing Kurt roughly in the chest. Kurt squeaked, jumping back, which only caused his shoulder to bump into Blaine's back, and that earned him a sharp shove and a shaky, "Please, stop!"

"Hey!" Finn boomed along with another crack, his hand falling limp on the damp cloth as he grabbed Blaine's wrists violently, shoving him back.

"Finn!" Kurt scolded, seeing and hearing as his boyfriend broke down sobbing, his breaths coming out short and ragged. His face was flushed, his breathing was audible, and he was shaking hard enough Finn was having trouble holding him down.

"Finn, honey, let him go," Carole said softly, as if she'd seen this one too many times. Finn seemed to see past the rage of someone hitting his brother, saw how Blaine looked like Finn was trying to kill him, and he jumped away swiftly, his eyes wide with shock at what he'd just done..

Blaine curled in on himself, burrowing violently back in the corner of the couch, screaming into his knees over the pounding rain, "Kurt!"

"Blaine, sweetie, I'm right here.." Kurt begged, his eyes getting foggy. He'd never seen Blaine panic like this, it was heart breaking.

"Kurt, please," He squeaked, his breath beginning to hitch again. He continued to choke on Kurt's name, bawling uncontrollably. Kurt winced, and Carole pushed the cloth into his hand.

"Press that against his throat and head, speak quietly, expect a few scuffs."

Burt started to protest but Kurt just nodded and moved to sit by Blaine, who instantly flinched back into Kurt's arms at another loud clang outside. He whimpered at the touch, falling back against him timidly, and Kurt did as Carole said, wiping the sweat off his skin. After he stopped squirming, his hands gripping Kurt's one arm like a lifeline, Kurt ran it down his neck, trying to force his throat to become unconstricted once again. Blaine sniffled, hand running up to cover Kurt's on his throat, a whimper squealing from his throat.

"I got you," Kurt whispered. "You're okay.."

The words made Blaine's breathe silence, but not slow. His tears kept falling, more and more each time a lightning bolt flashed the sky, or thunder rolled, but he appeared to be soothed by Kurt's words. Neither was quite sure as to why.

Carole left a bucket of ice, several glasses of water, and a few more towels on the table next to the couch when she saw how Blaine began to drowse in the other boys arms. "Shouldn't he be in a bed?" Kurt asked, getting a shake of the head. "No.. If he's calmed down it's best not to move him right now."

Blaine rolled over, lying his cheek on Kurt's chest, his eyes closing. Kurt put the wet towel over the bucket and ran his hand over Blaine's soft curls. Carole left and came back moments later, lying a blanket over both boys. Kurt grinned a little, one arm still firmly wrapped around Blaine's waist. "Thanks."

She grinned and shook her head. "If he wakes up again, same thing..He might need to drink something."

Kurt nodded. "O-Okay.."

"Are you alright?"

Kurt nodded again. "I'm fine..just..worried.."

Carole nodded grimly.

"Go to sleep, Carole," Kurt said, smiling softly.

"Okay, okay," She said, smiling sweetly. "Night, sweetie.."

"Night.." Kurt grinned, sighing sadly as he pet Blaine's hair. Without further ado, he turned the light off, lain his head on the couch, and listened to Blaine breathing. He didn't sleep that night, instead soothing Blaine anytime he stirred, calming him down and listening to his breath even back out. He didn't mind, either.

Sooo...this is long. And sad. But I am cheerful. lol :P I'm scared to post this at 2...in...the...morning...for fear I won't even get a review o.o But, eh.
Anyway. I'm about two chapters away from completing NJAG, and I simply can't be out of order! This was published first, it will be FINISHED first. There. Done. See? lol :P
This isn't near done, soooo I better get a move on ;) Hehe
G'Night, readers! x3