A/N Okay here's chapter 10. Not much to say about it except we're back to fluff before things escalate again. There's a bit of angst but nothing too serious.
It's also long. Like crazy long. I lost all control really. But well…
Now for the fun part *dripping sarcasm* : 1. English is still not my first language so please do fell free do point out the mistakes I'm sure I'm making.
2. I still own nothing. Because if I did Glee would be a show with just one thing happening. Klaine kisses. But nobody asked me right. And what's not Ryan's it's CP's (and I love that woman so so much for giving us Dalton. )
P.S Now this is the time where I fish for reviews. No but seriously read, enjoy and let me know what you think (even if you don't like I still take constructive criticism very well).
Wow Mia…rambling much?
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"Stop…please…..NO!"
Reed gasped as he sat up straight in his bed. The aftermath of his dream leaving him cold, scared and tired.

He was used to it by now, the nightmares, but that didn't make things any easier or less painful. His hands flew to his cheeks and he felt wet trails of his tears and the heat of his fear underneath his fingertips.

God, he hated to feel so powerless and alone. Sometimes, at times like this, he just wanted someone to be there and tell him it'll be ok. Tell him that he's safe and nobody's gonna hurt him ever again.
He took his phone from the nightstand and, after pressing a few buttons, it lit up the room. He felt the urge to call Kurt and ask him to come and sing him to sleep again, but before he could press the CALL button he stopped himself feeling like he has no right to deprive his friend from sleep.
He'd been doing it by himself so far and he could do it again.

He went into the bathroom, took off his sweat drenched pajamas, took a quick shower, threw on an old t-shirt and sweatpants and went back to bed.

He eased himself onto his pillow, breathing deeply and calling good thoughts to come to him.
It was a technique dr. Gray showed him when they started working on Reed's sleeping problem. He told him to lie down and picture his "happy place". He said it should be a place where Reed feels safe, protected, loved and peaceful. It wasn't necessary for it to actually be a real place. It could be an imaginary one, as long as he felt like it was somewhere he belonged.

So far Reed didn't really have a place. It was rather a cluster of thoughts and details that made him feel like he was home. He thought of his paintings, he would remember the lyrics to his favorite songs, the first time his mom decided to make one of his designs and show it off on a runway.
His breathing calmed down a bit but Reed just couldn't produce that feeling of his own protective bubble like he usually did.

He brought back every last bit of his best happy memories and thoughts that never failed him before and it didn't work.
Slightly panicking he tried to take Dr. Grays advice and create a place.

He contemplated for a while before deciding that an imaginary art studio would be the best place for him. He brought the image of his dream studio that he had drawn a few years back, and told his mom that he wanted to have a studio like that once when he's living alone. He closed his eyes and lost himself in it.

He placed his canvases across the room, his imagination splattering paint all over the floor and walls. His nostrils filled themselves with the smell of paint mixed with daisies standing in a vase on the small table in the corner. He could hear the birds singing tiredly as the heath of the summer day claimed most of their energy and left them with dry throats and silent, heavy songs. He felt his hair ruffle around his face and neck as the most welcome breeze eased itself through his window drying the fresh paint stains on the wall behind him.

Reed relaxed letting himself get lost in his imaginary world and soon enough he felt at ease and his eyes fluttered a bit heavy with sleep.

His mind wondered off to his studio just in time for him to see himself standing in front of the canvas, as he felt two strong arms place themselves on his sides and turn him around, scooping him into a warm and gentle hug. It felt like home more than anything ever did and he leaned into it resting his head on the broad chest that belonged to the boy who held him in his arms.

"Shane…"- a whisper left his lips as sleep claimed his exhausted body and his mind hazed completely.
…..

Kurt cursed at the loud knocking coming from his door. He barely slept last night as he was thinking about Reed and what he could do to make things better for him. He managed to think of…well absolutely nothing, he didn't get more than 3 hours of sleep and now he was very pissed at the person banging on his door.
He got up, strutted to the door, fixed his face into the most terrifying what-the-fuck-do-you-want-from-me-at-8-in-the-morning-on-a-Saturday expression the world has ever seen and yanked the door open.

Unfortunately the deathly glare went to waste because the person in front of him was the one whose smile just destroyed every ounce of diva attitude in him. Blaine.

"Good morning sleepy head. Nice bed hair."- he said winking at his grumpy boyfriend, picking him up in his arms and carrying him back to bed. He quickly ran to shut the door and then sprawled himself next to Kurt.

Kurt sighed happily and curled himself into Blaine's side, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his head on his chest.

"Hey. You came into my room in you pajamas?"- he asked his curly boyfriend when he finally found his voice and realized that his usually dapper significant other came to his room with his curls loose and clad in pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

"Yeah. Shane was snoring and I couldn't get him to wake up so I kind of thought that I'd come here, hold you and maybe catch a few more hours of sleep with you."- Blaine said rearranging the both of them so he would lie on the pillow with Kurt snuggly in his arms.

"Well I can't really say no to that now can I? You're all warm and comfy. And I love you."- he lifted his head to gently kiss Blaine's neck, cheek and finally his lips before returning back to his previous position.

"I love you too. Now sleep."- but there really was no reason for him to say that because Kurt was already limp and quiet and sound asleep. Blaine kissed his forehead and let his boyfriend's even breathing lull him back to sleep.

2 and a half hours later Blaine stirred in his sleep tightening his embrace and pulling Kurt even closer to him. He blinked a couple of times and turned his head to look at his boyfriend's sleeping form. Even after two years of being together he still loved to wake up before him and just watch him sleep; Kurt was making the most adorable faces in his sleep and Blaine just couldn't get enough of it.
Right now he was looking at him again as the soft light from the window illuminated his pale skin making it look almost silver. He still had no idea what he had done to deserve the majestic creature in his arms but he was more than just grateful for whatever it was.

"Even after two years, it's still creepy when I wake up and find you staring at me like that."- Kurt's soft, sleepy voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he just smiled down at him, lifting his chin to kiss him good morning. Kurt practically purred and Blaine felt the slightest shiver go down his spine at the sound.

"Well I can't help it. You're cute when you sleep. How come you're sleeping in? I thought that me coming to your room this morning would probably end up with me desperately trying to go back to sleep but ending up getting a way to early breakfast with my boyfriend."- Kurt laughed at this a little but it didn't go unnoticed by Blaine that his smile was a bit tired and didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Is everything ok?"- he asked when Kurt said nothing about sleeping in.

"No. Not really."- Kurt sighed al looked up at Blaine feeling guilty for worrying him.

"Kurt what's wrong? Did something happen after you left my room last night?"- he gave Kurt's shoulders a gentle push to make him turn on his side and face Blaine completely.

"Not to me. But…okay last night when I left I went to see Reed. He was kind of hyperventilating because Shane asked him to go out with him. Just coffee, nothing serious but still. And he said yes but then he freaked out and I tried to talk to him and tell him that it's fine and that Shane is a great guy but he started to cry and one thing led to the other and before I even knew what was going on he told me about what happened to him. And God Blaine how can people be so cruel and hurt someone like that…"- he nearly shouted the last sentence, breaking down and allowing Blaine to cradle him to his chest once again.

"Shh baby…I know…I suppose you can't tell me what he told you so I'm not gonna ask. Just know that whatever it was that Reed went through he really is safe right now. And Shane…well that's tricky since he was practically glowing last night at the slightest of chances to get closer to Reed but I think that by now it's safe to say he truly loves him so he's gonna do whatever it takes to make sure Reed's ok. Even if it does mean leaving him alone."- Blaine rubbed soft circles into the warm skin of Kurt's back knowing it never failed to calm him down. He was content with the thought of being familiar with every little quirk Kurt had. He felt him relax a bit but continued to do what he was doing to make sure he feels ok.

"I told Reed I'll come by his room when we both get some sleep to talk thing through. He was so exhausted after telling me his story he just kind of shut down. I should go check on him. Do you think you could make things right with Shane? There's a fat chance Reed will excuse himself from their date and I just don't want Shane to be hurt."- Kurt reluctantly detangled himself from his boyfriend's arms and kissing him deeply one more time got out of the bed.

As soon as his thick comforter was down he felt the rush of cold hit his skin and he cursed at the shock.
"Jesus Christ! I know it's near Christmas, but come on. This temperature is pure torture."- he walked to the window and peered out squeaking like an overly excited five year old.

"Blaine…come look. Snow! It's snowing Blaine. Come see. Come see!"- Blaine laughed at the sight of Kurt bouncing up and down, reminding himself to keep Kurt away from Jeff for a while because the jumping action was just so like the blond Warbler.

"Yes baby I can see it's snowing."- he smiled walking over to Kurt but as he looked out the window his happiness died down a bit "In fact it's a lot of snow. I think we're kind of trapped in here."

Kurt frowned, and just as he was about to turn on his logical side of the brain and realize that the layer of snow was so thick there will be no way for them to leave their House, his door burst open sending two boys toppling over each other to the floor.

Kurt scoffed as Shane and Jeff wrestled each other on the floor and Nick just stood behind them like it was none of his business.

"Shane stop pulling Jeff's hair. Nick put a leash on that monster you call your boyfriend."- Blaine said in his best prefect voice watching his brother lift himself up and letting Nick pull the excited blond into his arms.

"M'not a monster."- Jeff pouted throwing his best puppy-dog eyes at Nick who just pecked his nose and laughed at his adorable boyfriend, sitting next to Shane on Kurt's bed and pulling Jeff onto his lap.

Kurt and Blaine were just watching them pretending to be upset by their breaking into the room but they couldn't resist the cuteness so they just smiled at the couple lacing their finger together.

Nick wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist and dived into explaining to the other couple that they came to see what to do all day since the weather report said not to leave the house, but Shane stopped listening after that.

Instead he took in the sight around him. Kurt stood by the window, behind Blaine so he had his arms around the shorter boy's waist resting his head on his shoulder. Blaine covered his hands with his own on his stomach and he was gently stroking them with his thumbs.

The two of them were talking to Nick who was still sitting at the edge of Kurt's bed except now Jeff was sitting on the floor between his knees. His elbows were propped on Nick's legs and his head was tipped back as his boyfriend slowly brushed his blond hair with the tips of his fingers.

They looked so comfortable and content to just exist in the same space together. Both of the couples had a few things in common. Jeff and Blaine were the touchy-feely kind of people while Kurt and Nick weren't really fond of PDA.

But when it was just their closest friends around them they would do these small gestures towards each other that Shane knew came from a place of complete an utter trust and adoration. Pecking each other's lips, brushing the hair, hugging, cuddling, whispering…

And Shane just couldn't take it.
He clenched his cell phone in his hand. He felt as if it was burning his skin.
At that point none of the people in the room knew that it wasn't Jeff who woke up the tall dancer when he broke into his room that morning. Actually when the hyperactive Warbler exploded all over the room Shane was already wide awake and feeling like the tears are close to spilling.

20 minutes before Jeff's attack he was pulled from his dream by the sound of his own cell phone.
Through his early morning haze he realized he had a text and reaching for his phone he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

He read the text and his heart clenched, his mind went blank and he felt like going back to bed and never coming out again.

20 minutes before Jeff's attack a certain curly-haired, strawberry blond, impossibly adorable artist texted Shane and canceled their date.

Shane let go of his phone and with one last look at the two couples in front of him he stood up and dashed out of the room.

The four boys looked after him confused and worried before Jeff spoke up.

"I think this is about Reed. This morning I came to wake him up but he was already awake and staring at his phone like he was going to throw it into the wall or something. I asked him but he didn't tell me anything so I'm just assuming but yeah…since Reed is here it seems like every mood Shane's in is somehow related to him."- Nick, Blaine and Kurt gapped like idiots at Jeff because, and this is not insulting just stating the facts, Jeff was pretty much oblivious most of the time. He was a great friend and Nick seemed to be happy in their relationship, but Jeff's attention span just wasn't long enough for him to really notice things. He was easily distracted by more or less everything and while the rest of the Warblers found it both irritating and adorable at the same time it made Jeff look like he was immature and bad at giving advice. So from time to time the bouncy blond had to make them realize he wasn't an idiot and he loved his friends.

"You're right sweety. We should have known that something's up as soon as we saw him."- Nick said looking at Kurt and Blaine intently waiting for them to say something. Kurt seemed to be thinking deeply and Blaine smiled a bit seing his boyfriend wore his scheming expression.

"Okay…um…Blaine could you talk to Shane while I go and talk to Reed. I actually have an idea but I need you to tell me if you think it's gonna work."- Kurt filled in the rest of the boys on the plan and they were positive it would be a good idea to go with it.

They agreed to meet at Blaine's room in an hour.
With that Blaine went after his brother, Kurt made way to Reeds room and Nick and Jeff went back to their room to take everything they'll need and make some phone calls.

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After knocking a few times Kurt found himself eye to eye with an extremely exhausted looking Reed, puffy, red rimmed eyes, tangled curls and clothes covered in paint. He looked ready to pass out.
"Reed, are you ok?"- Kurt stepped into the room glancing around and frowning at the sight of at least 10 canvases spread out on the floor. None of them were finished.

"I…I didn't sleep all that much last night so I tried to paint. But it's not working and I don't know why."- the smaller boy answered sadly and plopped down on his bed letting his brush fall to the floor.

"Do you want to talk about it?"-Kurt asked desperately wanting to help his friend.

"Not much to say. I had a nightmare. Just like every other night since…"- he said quietly.

"Reed you should have called me. Look I know you've been on your own so far but there's no need to do it by yourself any more. Now that you told me I can be there for you. And Blaine wants to help too…and before you freak out, no, I didn't tell him but he knows something's going on with you and he would be willing to help just like any of the guys would. Even Cam."- Reed actually laughed at this, thinking of the extremely tall, brown haired Warbler getting all gentle and comforting. It was weird, but it warmed his heart. As hard as it was for him to believe Kurt was telling the truth. They would want to help.

"Thanks Kurt. I guess I could try letting someone in. I'm just really scared."- he blushed, embarrassed he had to feel like that.

"Is that why you turned Shane down?"- Kurt suddenly changed the topic and Reed couldn't say he didn't expect it.

"How did you know?"- he asked to try and buy himself some time.

"I saw him. He was miserable. It was painful to watch really."- Kurt smiled at the boy next to him as his eyes went wide and filled with guilt.

"See…that's exactly what's not supposed to be happening. I'm making everyone feel bad."- Reed stood up and started pacing back and forth looking sad and guilty and ashamed of himself, muttering something to himself. Kurt had trouble hearing him but one word did manage to escape Reed's lips a bit louder "worthless".

Kurt suddenly got angry and he stood up facing Reed, as he took his shoulders and locked his eyes with him.

"Don't you dare say things like that about yourself! Reed you're amazing. And the reason Shane is not feeling very happy is that he wanted to spend some time with you and now he doesn't have the chance. You did make him sad but not by being…whatever it is you think you are…but by not being near him 24/7. And I'm not even exaggerating when I say 24/7."- Kurt tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed to work for a moment but then the doubt found its way back.

"Kurt I think you're just making things look bigger than they are. He's just being nice to me ok? I mean…what could he possibly see in someone like me."- Reed said ducking his head down and away from Kurt's intense gaze.

"He sees everything that you don't seem to be able to. But fine if you're not ok with it I'll stop saying it. Changing the topic. I don't know if you looked at the window since you got up but there's a pretty bad snow storm and we are officially trapped inside Windsor while the staff clears the yard. So I came to invite you to join us for our little snow storm-movie night tradition. You in?"- he asked.

"Um…I…is Shane gonna be there?"- he asked feeling flustered and ashamed and scared and just confused because he didn't really know if he wanted the dancer to be there or not.

"All the boys are gonna come. It's kind of been our thing for a while. We'll probably end up watching Disney again but well…it's fun."- Kurt answered praying to whoever was listening that the tiny painter accept his invite.

"O-okey. I guess I sounds better than being all alone."- Reed answered.

"Well lets go then. The guys should already be there by now."- he said glancing at his watch.
Reed quickly changed into his staying-at-home clothes and Kurt couldn't help but giggle thinking about Shane's reaction when he saw him in his painted on jeans and a green hoodie. He looked absolutely delicious.

They walked out of Reed's room and went to Blaine's.

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Blaine's room was currently hosting a group of boys who took teasing extremely seriously. And this year Shane's painfully obvious crush on the new kid was their light in the dark.

So after Blaine comforted Shane by telling him that Reed had some serious issues and that he should be patient with him, he informed him of Kurt's plan.

Now all they could all do was to wait for Kurt and see if Shane's Bambi will be there (yes they knew about the nickname, damn you Blaine.).

The boys brought in various cushions, sofas, chairs and beanie bags and were now assuming their regular positions. Blaine on his bed waiting for Kurt to wrap himself around him, Nick on the soft sofa with Jeff between his legs resting on his chest, David and Wes both in their respective beanie bags and Cam, Trent and Thad on the long couch with their legs propped on the small table.

When they all settled themselves there was only one seat left available. A small love seat barely big enough for two people to squeeze in. Shane was in the bathroom so he had no idea what his crazy friends did.

A soft knock sounded and Kurt and Reed entered the room. Kurt said hi, whispered something to Reed and after the boy nodded and smiled, the countertenor made a b-line towards Blaine and practically threw himself into his arms.

The rest of the boys greeted Reed and laughed at Kurt and Blaine. Sometimes they looked like it hurt them physically to be apart for a long time (well longer than half an hour anyway).

Jeff hopped onto his feet and skipped over to Reed tackling him to the loveseat as he hugged him. And the funny part was Reed didn't mind that much. Sure physical contact made him skittish and uncomfortable but Jeff was just being Jeff. There was really no better way to describe him.

The bouncy Warbler finally released Reed and went back to the same position cradled against Nick's chest.

Reed sat quietly as the boys broke into an argument of epic proportions about a crucial problem they were experiencing. What movie to watch? The usual suggestions were made; Disney, Harry Potter marathon, horrors (that was over ruled by Jeff who was insanely afraid even though Nick promised to protect him from the evil TV, and Kurt, Trent and Wes who just didn't feel like watching a horror).

The argument was heated when Shane got out of the bathroom with damp curls and wearing his pajama pants and a Dalton dancing team t-shirt. He looked at the boys and his eyes fell on the only one he truly wanted to be there. Reed was sitting in the loveseat, in a hoodie so big his knees were actually tucked under it as he curled himself on the chair. And then like a lightning it struck Shane. The only available seat in the room was next to Reed (or his own bed, but it was facing away from the TV and it would be impossible for Shane to watch the movie like that. He wanted so badly to sit next to his angel but he didn't want to scare him. He decided to ask. He approached the chair and gently placed a hand on Reed's shoulder.

"Is it okay if I sit here? All the other chairs are taken, and you can't really see the TV from my bed."-he asked trying really hard to make his voice sound as warm and friendly as possible.

Reed looked at him in wonder because the moment his hand touched his shoulder all the tension left his body and the feeling of safety flew through him. All of a sudden he remembered the last detail of his imaginary art studio. The one that finally managed to calm him down enough to go to sleep. The final piece of his dream that he just couldn't remember all morning was now standing in front of him. Shane.

He couldn't really say anything so he just nodded and shifted a bit when the tall dancer flopped into the loveseat next to him.

"So what are we watching?"- he asked loudly trying to be heard over the crazy bunch of boys. They looked at him and he caught Cam's smirk instantly freezing in fear.

"We're watching your favorite Shaney?"- he said as he got up and put the movie in. The credits begun to roll and the rest of the boys snickered when they saw Shane's horrified expression. BAMBI! They were watching Bambi.

"We know you've been pining over it for months now wanting to watch it again."- Blaine said from his bed and suddenly Shane decided it would be a great thing to execute a plan to make himself an only child. The boys continued to chuckle at Shane and he was going to kill them all. Simple as that.

"It's my favorite too."- a small voice came from his side and Shane couldn't care less about any of the idiots around him.

He smiled at Reed and turned to the TV to pretend to be watching the movie instead of the curly haired perfection sitting next to him.

As the say went on they switched to HP movies only taking a break to get some real dinner instead of all the snacks and junk food.

Shane didn't really pay attention to the movies. The only thing he knew about what they were watching was what movie they were on when something happened with Reed that made his heart tingle. He made a small chart in his head (and fine he was creepy):

The chamber of secrets:
They were watching the chamber of secrets when Reed grabbed Shane's hand startled with the voice of the basilisk coming from the walls.

"You ok?"- Shane took his small hand into his own and rubbed gentle circles into his soft palm.

"Y-yes I just really don't like that voice."- he said staring at their hands with wide eyes. Shane went to pull back his hand when he saw the look but the smaller boy just held tighter. Shane's heart burst and he felt giddy holding his angels hand.

"Don't worry. I'll look after you."- Reed looked him in the eye this time and offered him a timid smile.
They held hands through the entire movie.

The goblet of fire:
Harry was just about to go to his first task when he felt Reed shiver next to him, curling up further into the plush chair.

"Reed is there something wrong?"- Shane asked whispering so the other boys wouldn't be disturbed.

"I…um…just a bit cold, is all. Don't worry."- he answered as another shiver raked through his body.
Shane leaned over the chair ant grabbed his Dalton dancing team hoodie from his bag.

"Here. You can wear this if you want to. It's not fashionable but it's warm I swear."- he smiled and handed the hoodie to Reed who gingerly took it and pulled it over his own. He stood up a bit to straighten it around himself and Shane almost died at the sight.

Of course it was too big for him. It came to a stop almost at his knees and the sleeves were so long that his arms got trapped in them. But he looked so adorable and Shane was just hoping it smelled like Reed when he got it back. He was positive he would never wash it again.

"Better?"- he asked when Reed sat back.

"Much, thank you."- he answered shyly and Shane's heart melted for the millionth time that night.

"Told you I'll look after you. And I don't break my promises."- Reed blushed furiously at this and looked away, twining his tiny hands into the fabric of the hoodie reveling in the soft smell of the only person that made him feel safe in months.

The order of phoenix:

It was almost midnight when they started watching the fifth movie but none of the boys seem to mind. The movie went on and Shane found himself concentrating on the battle in front of him when he felt something lean against his shoulder.

He turned his head to find the tiny artist curled up in the seat, leaning against him, fast asleep. His long eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks, his hair falling onto his forehead in soft curls and Shane could have sworn he'd never seen anything more beautiful than him.

Before he was able to contain himself he brushed his curls away from his face and stroked his cheek with his fingertips careful not to wake him up.

He ducked his head a little bit and placed a tiny kiss onto his forehead and whispered an impossibly quiet "I love you" to the sleeping boy knowing he couldn't hear him.

He repositioned himself lower into the seat to allow Reed to lie his head into his lap and he curled his hand around his fragile shoulders.

Shane Anderson was officially in heaven.

The half-blood prince:

Jeff was long gone in Nicks lap with his head tucked into the crook of his boyfriend's shoulder.

Wes and Cam were barely awake while David was lightly snoring.

Trent and Thad were asleep since Sirius died.

Kurt was the only one awake as far as he could tell. He glanced at the loveseat, his heart warming as he saw Reed curled into Shane and Shane holding him gently.

He stood up and carefully woke up the boys who stumbled out of the room one by one. He walked over to Shane careful not to wake Reed up. The boy really needed some sleep.

"Shane. Shane wake up."- he shook the tall boy and he immediately opened his eyes.

"What? Is Reed ok?"- he automatically looked at the boy in his arms determined to murder anyone who made him uncomfortable.

"Yes he's ok but we need to take him to his room. Do you think you can carry him?"

"Of course. I just don't want him to wake up."

"He won't, just be careful. Let's go."- Kurt walked to the door and Shane scooped Reed up in his arms. The boy was feather light and he didn't even blink. He just nuzzled his nose into Shane's neck and sighed, but he was still asleep.

They brought his to his room and Shane placed him under the comforter Kurt lifted off the bed. He gently pulled the comforter over him, removing his arms from him. He was about to move away from the bed completely when a small hand grabbed his.

"Don't go."- Reed said sleepily his hazy eyes looking up at Shane but the dancer was kind of sure Reed wasn't fully awake so he motioned to Kurt to replace him.

Kurt approached the bed sat down next to Reed.

Shane glanced at his sleeping miracle one more time and he was about to exit the room when Reed spoke again.

"Shane…"- he turned to his side and curled into a ball shivering.

Shane nearly had a heart attack. His name slipped from those perfect lips and it was like music to him. He looked at Kurt who looked just as surprised but he smiled at Shane and nodded just once before standing up and walking to the door.

"Keep him safe."- he said to Shane and then he was gone.

Shane lied down next to Reed not really sure what to do next. His answers came in the form of the curly haired angel turning to him and placing his head onto Shane's chest. He snuggled into him finally relaxing and calming down.

Shane decided it was all the sign he needed as he wrapped his arms around his Bambi and fell asleep 5 seconds after that.

As the clock ticked away it was obvious what was going on.
For the first time in months Reed Van Kamp slept without dreaming as he was held by someone who loved him more than anything else in the world.
He was safe.

P.S That stupid basilisk creeps me out.