Big ol' huge thank you to gleeker1985 for being my beta. And to all or you dear readers who have come back for a second helping of this story. Your thoughts on this would make me smile! :)

Kurt woke up with a yawn, stretching his arms, keeping his eyes closed against the bright light coming in through the windows. It was Sunday morning, and he could afford to sleep in. After all, he had all his homework done, and no classes until Monday afternoon.

That meant all of today could be spent with Blaine. At the thought of Blaine, he turned to his side, reaching out to wrap his arms around him, when he was met with an empty side of the bed.

Kurt blinked his eyes open to look at the space where Blaine should have been. The covers were pulled back, and Blaine's pillow dipped where his head had lain, but Blaine wasn't there.

Kurt sat up, stretching again, groaning a little. He wasn't great first thing in the morning, and he didn't like to wake up without Blaine by his side. He was spoiled, and he knew it, but life was too good to care.

His life was nearly perfect, nearly...

He and Blaine had finally left Ohio and moved to New York. It took them a little while to get there, because Kurt didn't want to leave his dad and Carole so soon after coming back to them, it had been only a matter of time though. New York was always Kurt's dream, and now that he had been given a second chance at life, he wasn't going to miss it.

He got a semester of school done in Ohio, before transferring to a community college in New York. He had planned on attending NYADA, but during fashion class at his school in New York the teacher had suggested the Fashion Institute of Technology.

With some connections from his teacher and a great deal of luck (and a great deal of talent, Blaine always reminded him) Kurt ended up at FIT as a late-admissions student.

He was studying fashion design, where the old Kurt probably would have wanted to be on stage, studying theater and music; he wasn't the same person he used to be. The limelight didn't seem as appealing, and being on stage was too much of a risk. Would someone out there match his face with the face of the Kurt Hummel who was murdered by his husband almost 7 years ago?

Kurt shuddered at the involuntary thought, wanting Blaine beside him even more. Bad memories aside though, Kurt felt things couldn't be going better for the two of them, at least up until a few weeks ago... Kurt had started to get these nightmares with freighting regularity. They kept him up at night, as well as haunting his thoughts during the day.

He hadn't told Blaine about them yet, he knew he should, but there was something holding him back, making him nervous to confide in Blaine.

He bunched his brows in a frown wondering where his boyfriend was, and it was then that he sniffed, smelling something drifting through the air.

Coffee.

And bacon.

Kurt smiled. Blaine wasn't here because he was making breakfast. Kurt really was spoiled.

Kurt swung his feet over the bed, shivering a little as his feet hit the cold wood floor. He went to bed in socks, but they always seemed to slip off when he was asleep and get stuck at the bottom of the bed.

He stood up, and then promptly sat back down on the bed as his head started to spin, and he felt dizzy. His mind was momentarily filled with visions from a dream he had last night, or was it the night before?

Someone yelling for help.

Smoke and heat and flames.

He breathed in deeply and tucked his cold feet underneath him. He was here, in his apartment. He wasn't in a fire watching someone…

He shook his head, he wasn't going to think about it. With the images pushed to the back of his mind, he got up, and padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Blaine had the radio on low, and he was singing and swaying his hips, bouncing on his toes and even spinning as he fried some eggs and bacon. The sight reminded Kurt so much of the first times he saw Blaine, singing and dancing around his old home, that a smile broke out on Kurt's face, his chest filling with warmth. Was he ever going to get use to the way Blaine made him feel? Happy, safe, and loved.

He walked up behind Blaine, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hooked his chin over Blaine's shoulder enjoying the feel of Blaine's warmth close to him. He could see Blaine's smile grow, tilting his head to the side, leaning up to kiss Kurt on the cheek. He then continued singing with the radio. It seemed like he was listening to some oldies today.

"Whenever you're near, I hear a symphony, a tender melody." Blaine sang along with the radio.

Kurt smiled as Blaine's smooth voice filled the kitchen of their small New York apartment.

"Pulling me closer, closer to your arms. Then suddenly, I hear a symphony. Ooh, your lips are touching mine-"

Blaine didn't get any farther in the song, as Kurt turned him around, and pressed his lips against Blaine's. Kurt really couldn't help it. Blaine sighed into the kiss, and they got lost for a moment in each other, until the bacon started popping and sizzling behind them.

"Shoot!" Blaine said, as he scrambled to pull the bacon out of the skillet with a fork, and place it on a napkin to soak up the grease. "Um... the bacon may be a little burnt."

Kurt laughed. "It's bacon, it will be good anyway."

Kurt sat the table while Blaine finished up breakfast. Biscuits and jelly, eggs, bacon, and of course coffee. God had Kurt missed coffee. Even after all this time back, taking his first sip of coffee in the morning, was like a religious experience.

Kurt held the mug to his lips, and let the smell and the steam drift over his face, before taking a sip and sighing. He looked up to find Blaine watching him, his head resting in his hand, and a smirk on his face.

"What?" Kurt asked arching an eyebrow.

"Just, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

"Coffee Blaine. Coffee."

"Of course!"

Kurt took a bite of his eggs before asking, "What's the occasion?"

"Hmmm?"

"The big breakfast?"

Blaine shrugged. "You don't seem to have been sleeping well recently." He said not meeting Kurt's eyes. "I don't know if it is school or… something else." He finally looked up, his golden eyes wide and sincere. "I wanted to do something nice for you, that's all. I would have brought it to you in bed, but you beat me."

Kurt stopped chewing mid bite. He hadn't been expecting that. Blaine kept eating like what he just said wasn't a big deal, but it was to Kurt. Blaine knew that Kurt wasn't sleeping well. Okay, that didn't mean he knew about the dreams.

Kurt chewed his food, and popped a bite of bacon in his mouth. He should just tell Blaine, they didn't keep secrets from each other, but this… it seemed too dark, cold and scary. He didn't want Blaine to deal with that.

Kurt had brought enough dark, cold, and scary into Blaine's bright and sunny life.

When Kurt had first "come back" as they called it, he had nightmares often. Many nights his dad would rush into his room, like Kurt was a little boy again, and sit with him until he fell asleep. Blaine eventually took over that job, but things had been so much better as of late. His nightmares about Sebastian were all but gone. Kurt knew Blaine was worried that they'd come back, and Blaine couldn't know that something almost worse had taken their place.

Kurt sighed and laid down his fork. Kurt knew Blaine was concerned about him, but that he would never press for information, Kurt was just going to have to come out and say it.

"I've been having some… bad dreams." Kurt said not wanting to commit to the word "nightmares".

Blaine looked at him and bit his lip, but didn't say anything, waiting for Kurt to continue.

"They wake me up sometimes, and make it hard to fall back asleep, because I am so worried about having them." He said and shrugged, okay that was more than he had planned on admitting.

Blaine folded his hands under his chin and nodded slightly, his face looked pained, but like he was trying to hide it. Kurt's stomach dropped at his expression, he hated worrying him. Blaine had already spent too much time worrying about him.

"Sebastian?" Blaine asked in a hushed voice, as if just saying the name was painful to him.

Kurt immediately shook his head. "No. Not in a long time. That's not it. It's something new."

"Something new?"

Kurt worried his bottom lip, how much was he going to tell Blaine about the dreams he had? Could he actually confess that he had a nightly front row seat to watching people die? Sometimes the dreams were violent, and sometimes they weren't, But they were always really realistic and… disturbing.

"I have these dreams…" Kurt started slowly. "And they… they're just scary." Kurt finished lamely, deciding not to tell Blaine everything.

Kurt hated the mood shift things had taken. The radio was still playing oldies behind them, but suddenly everything seemed darker, and Kurt wanted to kick himself for ruining their breakfast.

"Oh." Blaine said as his eyebrows became a straight line over his eyes, and his face drew serious. He reached a hand out to Kurt and held his hand tight. "What are they about?"

Kurt just shrugged again like it wasn't a big deal. "Not Sebastian or really about any of that. They're nothing really."

He didn't say out loud how much these dreams scared him, or that he was beginning to think that maybe they were more than just dreams. Kurt had a strange connection with death, having been dead himself for so long, but Blaine didn't need to hear that.

"When did these start?" Blaine asked seeing he wasn't going to get any more information about the kind of dreams they were.

"A few weeks ago." Kurt answered.

Blaine was quiet as he squeezed his hand again. "You could wake me up when they happen." He finally said.

"There's no reason for us both to miss out on sleep Blaine."

Blaine smiled, got up from his seat, walked around to Kurt, and bent down to cup his face, looking him in the eye.

"I don't mind. We can get through this together, like we do everything. You stayed up late with me, and talked me back to sanity when I was working on the opening number for the show. That's part of being boyfriends. We're here for each other."

"I don't want to be a bother." Kurt struggled with this, and Blaine knew he did. Sebastian had done a number on Kurt, and even though Kurt knew, he knew that Blaine was nothing like Sebastian; his old insecurities sometimes bared their ugly head.

"Never." Blaine said and kissed him, and splayed on either side of his face. "You're never, ever a bother."

Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, before kissing him deeply. "Okay." He agreed, how could he say no to Blaine? "I'll wake you next time."

He Blaine stood and Kurt followed him, lips locked together. Soon, they found themselves back in the bedroom, breakfast half eaten, and completely forgotten.

They peeled each other's clothes off slowly, enjoying each other's bodies. They kissed, and Kurt held on to Blaine's shoulders as they fell onto the bed, enjoying the feel of Blaine's smooth skin under his fingers.

Blaine was kissing him, his mouth, his neck, down to his collarbone, until he ducked down enough to grab one of Kurt's nipples between his teeth, tugging on in gently. Kurt mewled under the attention, digging his fingers into Blaine's back.

Blaine was always so sweet and gentle when they were together, not that they didn't go hard and heavy with each other sometimes, but Blaine was generous and loving, and Kurt had come to trust him completely.

Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's back, cupped his ass making him shiver pleasantly, and lifted his hips off the bed. They'd spent the last year mapping out each others' bodies, getting to know every inch of skin.

Kurt curled his hands into Blaine's hair, as Blaine's lips traveled his body, marking his skin. Soon Kurt was panting and moaning, Blaine over him as they both moved, rolled, and grasped, aching to be closer to each other. Kurt could never get enough of Blaine, and it seemed Blaine felt the same way.

Kurt tugged Blaine up, even though the feeling of Blaine's full lips slowly moving towards his erection was intoxicating, he just wanted to see Blaine's face right now. Blaine came willingly, his lips immediately finding Kurt's.

Kurt opened his mouth, his tongue searching out Blaine's, as their bodies moved together. Kurt gasped as their cocks slid against each other with maddening friction and heat. They started to grind their hips, clinging to each other, as each of their orgasms built. Kurt cried out Blaine's name and tipped his head back; Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck, and started sucking on his pulse point there.

Kurt came first with a shout and a moan, while Blaine tumbled over after him, panting and murmuring Kurt's. Afterwards they laid next to each other, until Blaine finally got up and grabbed a damp washcloth from the nearby bathroom. He sweetly smoothed it over Kurt' skin and then his own.

He laid back down on the bed and pecked Kurt's lips. "Catch our breaths and then round two?" he asked eagerly.

Kurt laughed, joy bubbling over inside of him, they were going to make good use of their day off.