I'm walking through the halls of McKinley, chatting to Rachel about New York and how exciting it's going to be, when suddenly everything goes dark.
"Power outs again," Rachel says, trying to explain it away, but something doesn't feel right. There's something eerie about the way there's not even moonlight from outside. Everything is just pitch black.
"Rach, I don't think this is a normal power out," I say and almost immediately I feel a pair of cold, clammy arms pull me backwards down the hallway. I scream, trying to claw my way out of the grasp calling desperately for Rachel to help me, but she has long since vanished into the blackness. A new wave of panic crashes over me as I find myself surrounded by a horribly familiar cocktail of smells - alcohol, sweat and cheap aftershave.
"Kurt," it says softly, in a harsh, croaky voice, pulling me further into the darkness. "Kurt… Kurt… KURT!"
My eyes snap open and my vision is filled with the sight of Blaine looking down at me worriedly.
"Kurt, are you okay?" he asks, pushing back the damp hair from my forehead. "You were screaming and calling for Rachel."
I push myself up and throw my arms around him. I realise that it's probably not the most normal thing in the world in a relationship that's just getting off the ground, but it's what I used to do with my dad when I was a kid and I just need someone to hold me and calm me down right now.
"Hey," he says, wrapping his arms tightly around my back, one of his hands reaching up to stroke the back of my head tenderly. "It's okay. It was just a dream. I'm here."
I sob into his shoulder because I know it's not just a dream. Things are getting weird. But the last thing I want to do is drag Blaine into it too. Not while we're just starting out. I don't want to lie to him, but at the same time, I don't want him to think I'm this paranoid person who freaks out about things that aren't really worth freaking out about.
"Okay, I know this may sound forward," says Blaine, "but I want you to come lie next to me in my bed. Nothing funny – I just get the sense that you need someone close to you right now."
I nod and follow him into his bed which is still warm. It smells like him too. I don't know exactly what it is – probably something to do with the night he saved me – but I associate that scent with security and comfort. I lie facing him and I let him wrap his arms around me again. I'm still feeling jumpy, but I can feel my heart rate start to return to its normal speed the longer I lie looking at him.
We've lay next to each other before, but never like this. Never together - with the intention of soothing and calming. It's a new experience. The excitement is slightly punctured by the slowly subsiding anxiety I still feel.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly. I consider for a moment not telling him anything, but I decide there's no harm in talking about the dream. After all, if I don't get it out it's just going to live in my head and turn me into a nervous wreck. So I explain the dream to Blaine, leaving out the fact that I think it may be my subconscious dramatising recent events. He holds me tighter the more I speak - his face sympathetic and worried.
"Oh, Kurt," he says placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose. "It's okay now alright?"
"Yeah, I know," I say, feeling an impossible smile fight its way across my features. Blaine has that disarming effect on me. "I guess I had too much cheese on my pizza."
"Maybe," Blaine says, snuggling closer to me. "Are you sure that there's nothing else?"
"I… yeah," I say. I feel guilty for lying, but I don't even know where to begin with that particular conversation. Also, there's every chance that it could just have been someone pulling a ridiculous prank. Yes, that's probably it. I'm worrying about nothing."
"Okay then," says Blaine, pressing his forehead to mine. "I guess I should say goodnight then."
"Good morning, surely?" I say with a small smile.
"Good mornin', good mornin' – we've talked the whole night through," he sings softly, and can't resist the urge to give him a small kiss. I revel in the fact that I can do things like that now.
I'm just starting to drift off when Blaine starts speaking again.
"Kurt, if there is something up, you'll tell me right?" he says.
"Of course," I say and I immediately feel guilt at the pit of my stomach. I'm lying to him this early on in the relationship which can't possibly be a good thing.
But surely he'd understand why?