DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days! I also don't own iPod or Angry Birds or anything associated with them!
Sometimes You Need More Than Courage
By: xSlythStratasfaction (formerly known as LadyStrata821)
Pairing: Kurt x Blaine (friendship only)
WARNING: There's some language in here that may be offensive and possible PROM QUEEN spoilers! You have been warned!
"Here… take this. You look cold."
He was standing in front of that mystery boy again; the same boy who had been plaguing his dreams for the last few weeks, the same boy who he had dreamt of only hours before.
They were back where they had started in his previous dream, underneath the starlit sky, holding hands. The mystery boy was still clouded in shadows, his hands clutching Blaine's fingers as if they were his life force. The figure shivered once more as a cool draft spread over the two of them. Gently, Blaine pulled an arm away from the mystery boy's grip and thrust his hand forward. His Dalton jacket was loosely hanging in a fisted grasp.
"Please take it. You are shivering."
The mystery boy shook his head, pulling his hands back and placing one small hand on his chest, leaving it over his heart. Blaine waited for an answer as his eyes struggled to take in the figure's stature.
Nothing.
"Who are you?" Blaine finally asked, tilting his head upwards to stare at the person before him. Though shadowed, he knew the figure was a male… a very familiar male at that.
The shadow said nothing, but moved its hand from over its heart and reached out for Blaine's jacket. Once the blazer was in its hands, the figure draped the garment over Blaine's body, gently buttoning it back up onto his torso.
"What are you-"
He silenced when he felt the mystery boy's cool fingertips brush his forehead and then run through his hair, coiling around a few of his curls. He shuddered under the touch and felt himself melting; this mystery dude had a profound effect on him.
"Who are you?"
Mysterious boy didn't answer yet again. Instead, he leaned forward, closing the small distance between their bodies, and pressed a gentle, warm kiss to Blaine's forehead.
Blaine was falling.
The dream boy felt so real to him. He could feel the heat that radiated from the man's body as he pressed his lips to Blaine's face. He could smell the clean, masculine (yet somewhat feminine) scent of the other guy's body; there were also undertones of coffee and was that- yes, mocha- in the man's scent as well.
Delicious.
"I love you, Blaine."
Whatever air that had been in his lungs at that moment had died. Flown away. Evaporated. Gone. He opened his mouth to say something back to the boy, to let him know that he loved him too, but found himself speechless when he blinked open his eyes and saw the shadowed boy staring back at him.
His eyes were complex. A mixture of blue, grey, and green. Stunningly beautiful… and yet so freakishly familiar.
That was all he could see of the boy: just his eyes.
And he was enamored.
"I love you, too." He whispered back, waiting for the shadow to answer him. He glanced up into the artistic eyes and frowned when he noticed that they were gone. He let his eyes skim the area; no one was around. It was just him standing there, under the moonlight… alone.
The mystery boy had gone.
As his first dream faded into darkness, another dream started up… a much more sinister one.
Blaine found himself transported back to his sophomore year of high school and at his All Hallows Eve Sadie Hawkins' dance. He was standing in an alley, watching as his date was getting the shit kicked out of him. He couldn't do anything; he just stood there.
"No please, not Cameron! Leave him alone!"
There were others there as well. Blaine knew their faces and but only knew two of their names. He bit back the sob that threatened to escape from his throat when he saw a familiar someone ducking behind a trash bin. He felt tears fill his eyes when he saw his date curled up on the ground, bleeding profusely from the massive amounts of cuts he had sustained in the beating.
And then somehow, Blaine found himself aching and throbbing in places all over his body, even though no one was actually touching him. Immediately, he cast his eyes over to a huddle on the other side of the alley and saw three guys hunched over a small bundle on the ground. They were yelling and screaming, kicking and cursing, spitting and pissing on the unconscious form on the ground.
It was him.
Blaine stared at his lifeless self as the three guys pummeled him into the ground. He could feel every single punch, every single slap, and every single kick that had been thrown at him. He curled around himself, trying to hide away from the pain.
Nothing he did helped though.
He continued to ignore the sight before him until it morphed into something much more menacing.
His date, Cameron, was still curled up on the ground, bloody and barely breathing. Blaine, himself, was lying down on the cold, hard ground, just as unconscious as the other boy. The three goons who had been beating them up were now moving across the alley, heading towards a shadowed figure standing in the back.
"What are you looking at, homo?" They sneered at the shadowed figure.
Blaine stared back, instantly realizing that the shadowed guy was the same one from his previous dreams. Why was he here? This was a nightmare, a nightmare of a horrid past event that fucked Blaine up forever.
The shadowed figure dashed across the alley, running up to the unconscious Blaine. "Blaine? Blaine, can you hear me?"
He wanted to say yes, but found that his mouth was clamped shut. He stared on in horror as the shadowed figure pulled his half-dead form to its chest, rocking the bloody boy back and forth.
Why was this nightmare like this? Why was he on the outside looking in?
The shadowed figure huddled over his body then and dream-Blaine felt himself being held close, even though his actual body was just across the way. He stared at the mystery boy that held his body close to his chest. Those same complex eyes were staring down at him; nothing else could be seen, just the eyes and the shadows.
"Blaine, baby! It's me!"
The term of endearment that slipped out of his dream lover's mouth made Blaine tense up instantly. He watched as the three guys who had been previously beating him up moved over towards the shadowed figure. They were going to hurt him too… and Blaine just couldn't allow it.
He leapt into action, throwing punches and kicks violently. They did nothing; it was like he was punching air. The three men moved forward until they were almost completely on top of the mystery boy.
Blaine opened his mouth to scream when he saw their hands reaching for the boy's neck.
Nothing.
The cloaked boy leaned down and pressed his dark face to dream-Blaine's bloody forehead. "Blaine, please? Calm down. It's alright. I'm here."
Blaine could feel the skin to skin contact and his body instantly calmed.
"Everything's going to be okay. I'm here, Blaine. I'm here."
His body shook as tears started to form in his eyes. The shadow was here for him, to help him, to save him. The damn behind his eyes broke and he started to sob, watching as the three drones that had hurt him previously faded away into nothing. His bloodied date was smiling at him from across the alleyway, his injuries slowly healing as he stood up from the ground.
"Let him in, Blaine." The boy whispered as he too faded away.
Blaine continued to cry, feeling his body still enveloped in the warmth of the mystery boy's arms. As he stood there in the dark alley and cried, he noticed that he was slowly fading away himself. He blinked back a couple of tears and looked around, immediately noticing that he was no longer standing in the alley, but was instead lying on the cold, hard ground. There was something warm around him though and he looked up, seeing those intense eyes staring back down at him.
He had become dream-Blaine, the boy that had been lying broken on the cement. And he was being held by the shadowed figure.
Everything felt right then.
"I'm here, Blaine."
He curled into the warmth and continued to cry
Rain pitter pattered on his bedroom window.
Whenever it rained, Blaine always found that he slept better. Just the white noise that came from the sound of the water splashing up against his window soothed him and everything seemed calm in the world. It was only when the rain developed into a nasty thunderstorm that Blaine got a little freaked out.
So, when a loud boom erupted outside, Blaine was quick to jump up and practically leap out of bed.
Well, he tried to leap out of bed. He wasn't able to though, thanks to the strong arms that were linked around his waist. He opened his eyes fully and blinked the sleep out of them before he gazed up at the body that was holding him.
It was Kurt.
Just the sight of the sleeping boy made Blaine's heart beat wildly. Everything came back to him at once: falling asleep while waiting for Kurt to leave the bathroom, the dream of the mystery boy, the nightmare, waking up in Kurt's arms, asking the boy to stay with him in bed. It all came back and hit him like a wave.
Kurt had stayed. He had stayed with Blaine even though he didn't need to.
He could have easily slipped back onto the air mattress during the night, but he didn't. Instead, he remained curled up next to the tenor and stayed there all morning.
Speaking of morning, what time was it?
Blaine untangled his legs from the mess of limbs that he and Kurt had created and grabbed Kurt's phone off of the desk nearby. He pressed the screen and watched as it lit up. It was a little bit after noon. Not too bad. They'd slept for a few hours.
Well, at least Blaine did… he wasn't too sure about Kurt.
Sighing, he gently placed the phone back onto the desk and laid back down on the mattress next to his friend. Everything was so warm underneath the blankets, especially when he was right up against Kurt. He looked up and let his hazel eyes gaze at the taller teen's handsome features. Everything was so much more pronounced in his sleep, from his strong jawline to his perfect nose. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed softly in and out.
He was absolutely gorgeous.
Blaine took a deep breath as he reached up and ran a hand through Kurt's now unkempt locks. He knew that if he were to pull a stunt like that any other time, he'd probably get chewed out a little, so he took his chance and practically melted when he felt the smooth, silky strands in his fingertips.
Above him, Kurt sighed in content as Blaine ran his fingers through his locks. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Kurt's face as he ran his fingers along the boy's hairline and down towards his jaw. The more and more his fingers brushed along Kurt's smooth skin, the more and more Blaine noticed how sweetly the other boy's body reacted to his touch.
It was intoxicating, being so close to him like this.
He could smell Kurt's cologne due to the fact that his face was practically buried in the countertenor's shoulder. Kurt faintly smelled of bergamot with hints of tangerine and orange blossom; it was masculine with a feminine touch and smelled delicious. A faint hint of mocha coffee also wafted from his skin and Blaine quickly remembered the events of the night before when Kurt had spilled coffee all over his chest.
Gently, Blaine brushed his hand over Kurt's chest, feeling the heat radiating from the little burns that marred the boy's chest. A pit of regret filled his stomach when he remembered why Kurt had jumped up off of the bed: that damn flying pencil that Blaine threw. It was so stupid.
You should kiss those burns away, Blaine… his mind taunted as he let his hazel gaze lock onto Kurt's chest, rising and falling with each breath he took.
Deep down, Blaine feared that Kurt would wake at any second and would catch him being creepy, watching him sleep. As much as he wanted to make everything better for his friend, he wasn't sure if he could or even if Kurt wanted him to.
Kurt wants you bad, doofus. He even told you so himself.
Blaine rolled his eyes as he laid back down against Kurt, cuddling into the boy's side. He wrapped one arm around Kurt's thin waist and smiled when he felt the teen's stomach tighten over the unexplained contact. Kurt had quite a body on him, that was for sure.
Quit thinking like that, Blaine! He's your friend!
He also happens to be in love with you… or he at least likes you!
I'm his mentor. I have to be strong for him. I failed Cameron; I can't fail Kurt…
You didn't fail anyone. You did what you could.
Tears started to fill in his eyes as he inwardly argued with himself. Memories of his past flooded his mind as well as memories of his friend Cameron. He couldn't keep the tears at bay and found himself fighting to not break into sobs.
"I'm such a coward," he whispered as he rolled away from Kurt's body and stared at the wall.
"For what it's worth, Blaine, I think you are the bravest person I know," a soft, sleepy voice broke the older teen from his thoughts. Two arms wrapped around him and pulled him back against a sturdy chest. "Never say that you're a coward. Never."
Blaine crumpled then, breaking down against Kurt's chest as the younger boy cradled him in his arms. The two still lay together on the bed and Kurt held the shorter teen flush against him.
"For you to have gone through all of this stuff and come out of it as amazing as you are confuses me, Blaine. I've gone through only a smidgen of that stuff and I think I'm a wreck sometimes, but here you are, brave and spectacular and amazing and you've been through a lot of crap." Kurt was whispering softly into Blaine's hair now, his arms still coiled around the crying boy's chest. "I admire you. You are so strong."
"I-I'm not as strong as you think I am, Kurt."
"You may not live up to your expectations of strength, but I'm pretty sure that anyone else out there, myself very much included, would beg to differ." The countertenor pressed his lips to Blaine's scalp, "You've brought me out of many a funk. Let me help you this time."
Blaine let out a stifled sob as Kurt squeezed his body closer to him. "Thank you," he sighed as the other teen held him close.
Kurt said nothing as he pressed his face into Blaine's back. The two boys laid like that, still and quiet, as they listened to the buzz of the drops of rain pluck against the window and the low rumble of thunder growl outside.
Finally, someone spoke, "I'm always going to be here for you, Blaine. Just let me in."
A/N: I totally had the shakes while I was writing this. I don't know why though. I was trying to write and my arms were quivering. How annoying, right? Anyways, sorry if this chapter was kind of lame. I wrote up this HUGE flashback about Blaine and his ordeal at the Sadie Hawkins' dance, but it just didn't fit right to me, so I took it out and have decided to put it into a completely different story (one where Kurt and Blaine are actually a couple and he finally admits to what happened). So, I guess be on the lookout for that one. This story should be finished very, VERY soon and I'm so close to 100 reviews that I can taste victory, so please help me get those last 20+ reviews, PLEASE? Also, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my reviewer ADRIENNE! Hope you have a great one and I hope you liked this chapter! :)