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Kurt felt the warm sun on his bare shoulders and cool water all around him. It was one of those rare warm days this time of year when the sun was shining at its fullest. He should have been relaxed and enjoying himself. Instead something was terribly, terribly wrong.

He tried kicking out his legs and moving his arms to keep afloat, but for some reason he couldn't swim. Instead he started sinking lower and lower into the water, until he could only see the sun through the surface of the water, of which he was sinking under.

He started to panic. He felt like he should be thrashing around, trying to break the surface, but his body wouldn't do what he wanted it to. His lungs started growing tight and he knew he was drowning. He didn't know which way was up and which was down.

Soon things started to get fuzzy, his lungs burned, and his mind grew dark.

He woke up with a scream, sheets tangled around his body from kicking and fighting against them, his heart rate was too fast, and he felt like he still couldn't breathe. He was drowning in sheets.

No, that didn't make sense. He wasn't drowning, he was in bed. He was safe, even if it didn't feel like it. He heard a voice near him, soft but still sounding panicked.

"Wake up baby. Wake up. It's okay. You're safe. It's okay."

Kurt unclenched the sheets in his hands and slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was trembling, but he was gradually regaining awareness. He was in his bed in his apartment in New York. He wasn't anywhere near a body of water. His lungs were filling with air, even if his breathing was halted by his fear.

Blaine was there.

"Kurt, baby? Are you awake? Just breathe Kurt. Just breathe."

He felt gentle hands on him, roaming over his body, like they didn't know where to settle. Like they didn't know how to help. He blinked up at Blaine's worried face. His curly hair was a mess, hanging around his pale face, highlighting his round frightened eyes.

"I'm... I'm o-okay." Kurt breathed out as he covered his face with his hands and groaned. The dreams had taken a terrifying turn sometime last week. He no longer just dreamed of watching people die. Now, it seemed in some of his dreams, he took the place of the person, and died instead.

The first time he had a dream like that Blaine had flipped out. He was scared that Kurt had a dream foreseeing his own death. Kurt knew it wasn't it though. It was still someone else's death; Kurt just got to experience it first hand.

Kurt sat up slowly, his head still spinning. He leaned back against the headboard, Blaine was kneeling on the bed nearby, and his hands had finally found a place to rest, one on Kurt's shoulder, and the other one cupping the side of his neck, as he worriedly looked into Kurt's eyes.

"You weren't breathing for a moment." Blaine said, his voice tight, and a little rough.

"I was drowning. In the dream." Kurt explained.

Blaine closed his eyes, looking like he was in pain, as he let out a long breath. "What should I do Kurt? How can I help?"

"You do help." Kurt said, even as tears stung his eyes.

He reached out, and tugged on Blaine, until he was leaning on the headboard as well. Kurt looped his arms around him, resting his cheek on Blaine's chest.

"I think the dreams are getting worse because I'm not doing anything with them. I feel like I'm not doing what I'm meant to do."

Blaine sighed and started rubbing his fingers through Kurt's hair. "You mean save people?"

Kurt nodded against Blaine's chest. "Yeah."

"You're trying." Blaine said frustrated. "You want too, we just don't know how to find the people you dream about. What more do they want?"

"They who?" Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine, with a twitch of a smile on his face.

"I don't know... the dreams, or the universe, or whatever is causing this to happen!"

Blaine's face was a little sour, and he looked exhausted, a look Kurt knew he shared.

"I know, I hate not having someone to be angry with too."

"What about Camille? If she knows anything about this, why didn't she tell us?"

"I can't be mad at Camille, when we still don't know where she is, or if she is okay or not." Kurt said, worrying his bottom lip. "Once we find her, alive and well, then maybe we can be mad at her."

Blaine smiled, and his hand moved from Kurt's hair, to rub his back. "That sounds like a plan."

They both scooted down to lay back on the bed, and kept each other in their arms. Kurt eventually fell back to sleep, Blaine's warm body beneath him, and his steady heartbeat under his ear.

Kurt stood in front of his full length mirror as he straightened his shirt and turned from side to side to make sure he looked alright. He was dressing up for a party he and Blaine were going to for Blaine's work, so he wanted to make sure to look his best.

The show producer wanted to have a meet and greet event to publicize the upcoming opening of his new play. Kurt usually enjoyed these kinds of events, hob-knobbing with Broadway's bigwigs, and seeing Blaine in his element.

Blaine was always a hit, charming and elegant; everyone wanted to get to know Blaine Anderson. He was getting quite a reputation for himself, both in the movie industry, and the Broadway world.

Blaine walked in just as Kurt was slipping on his blue suit jacket. He whistled and leaned against the door frame. "You look amazing." He said with a smile.

"Amazing huh?" Kurt asked, checking his reflection again.

"And really hot." Blaine murmured as came up close, smoothing down Kurt's tie, before kissing him. Kurt hummed into the kiss, grabbed onto Blaine's waist, kissing him deeply, before pulling back from the kiss.

"Not now Blaine." He said laughing. "We both just got dressed."

Blaine whined a little. "Fine. But it isn't fair when you look so hot."

"Look who's talking." Kurt said looking Blaine up and down. Blaine was wearing a three piece suit in a charcoal gray, with a stark black bowtie.

Blaine waggled his eyebrows a little. "I guess we both clean up well." He said, before tapping Kurt's ass, making him yelp and smile.

Kurt was in a good mood, until the moment they entered the party. He immediately felt his stomach get tight with worry, and he unconsciously gripped Blaine's hand a little harder.

"What's the matter?" Blaine whispered.

"Nothing... It's just. This place is so familiar." Kurt answered, looking around the spacious old wine cellar that had been converted to a high-brow cocktail party. "Déjà vu I guess." Kurt said.

Blaine was about to respond, when someone came up to them, loudly calling Blaine's name, then tugging him away to introduce him to someone. Kurt smiled at him as he left, choosing not to follow. Instead he looked around, trying to place why it felt like he'd been here before.

He turned and took in the wood paneled walls and the selves of wine. He looked up at the big chandler hanging on the ceiling. That's when it hit him. He hadn't been here before, he seen this all in a dream. He spun around looking for Blaine, but he was lost in a sea of people.

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream. Who was it that died? How long ago did he dream it? He opened his eyes when he felt someone run into him. A flustered looking server with a tray in her hands.

"I am so sorry sir!" She said looking afraid that he might be angry.

"No, it's fine. I'm the one standing in the middle of things." Kurt backed up, and let the server through, watching her as she went, and that's when the dream came rushing back to him.

He remembered black pants, and shirt with a white apron, just like the servers were wearing here. And he remembered an eclectic outlet and someone trying to plug in a food warmer. Kurt spun around to the tables along the end of the room covered with food. He rushed over as his eyes quickly scanned all of the servers, trying to remember who it was.

Then he saw him. A young guy, no more that 17 or 18 kneeling down on the ground with a cord in his hand. "Wait! Stop!" Kurt yelled and rushed forward literally barreling into the young man and knocking him over.

Kurt and the young server were on the floor, tangled somewhat together, before Kurt quickly got to his feet, and started brushing himself off. The server stared up at him, his face plainly shocked at just being tackled in the middle of his job.

Kurt looked around and saw that everyone nearby was also staring at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"The... the outlet." Kurt started "It... you would have electrocuted yourself."

"I can plug things in." The boy said a little angrily as he stood to his feet.

Kurt felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as everyone continued to stare.

"Of course. It's just that... there's something wrong with it. I..." Kurt looked frantically around, as if hoping to find a way of escape. Instead his eyes landed on Blaine, making his way through the crowd, coming to stand beside Kurt.

"Will someone check that outlet for us?" Blaine said looking around, "But be careful."

Soon, one of the managers was there, and with Blaine's insistence, they carefully unscrewed the outlet cover from the wall. What they then found, were burnt wires, that were even sparking a little. Everyone in viewing distance gasped.

"See." Kurt said feeling a little vindicated. "You could have been hurt... or worse." He looked at the young man, hoping he'd understand.

"I'm no electrician." Blaine added, "But I think Kurt just saved your life." Blaine smiled, bouncing on his toes a little, looking exceedingly proud.

The young man's eyes grew round, as the manager started apologizing profusely, trying to get the guests' attention back to the party.

"Thank you." The young man said to Kurt, his face sincere, and a little awed.

Soon Blaine's producer found his way over. He clapped both Blaine and Kurt on the back, before laughing loudly, and then announcing to the party at large; "It isn't a Broadway party if there aren't any dramatics!"

Everyone laughed and gradually turned back to the party.

"Looks like your husband is a real hero." He said turning to Blaine.

"Boyfriend." Kurt informed him quickly, and then regretted how fast he'd wanted to correct the man, at the hurt look on Blaine's face.

"Either way, hell of a guy to have around!" He smiled at them both, and then went to talk to the manager, who was still apologizing and helping the servers check the other outlets, before using them.

"Kurt." Blaine said, tugging him to the side, where they could talk privately. "You just saved someone's life."

"It was from a dream." Kurt said, still a little in shock. "Blaine, I saw him electrocuted in a dream last week... and... and..."

"You saved him."

"I saved him. I saved him. Oh my god Blaine! I did it!" Kurt glanced around quickly and lowered his voice. He smiled. "I mean, it is only one person, which is nothing compared to all the dreams I've had, but it's something."

"I doubt it is nothing to him, or his family." Blaine said with a smile. "This is huge Kurt."

Kurt laughed a little hysterically, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Yeah, I guess so."

Blaine leaned in and captured Kurt's lips with his own, surprising Kurt with the intensity of the kiss. Kurt locked him in his arms, and kissed him back until his head was swimming, and his skin felt a warm buzz.

Blaine pulled back, but kept their foreheads together. "Tonight when we get home I am going to give you the best, 'I'm dating a hero - sex' you've ever had."

Kurt laughed, and kissed him one more time real quick, before he realized they were on the verge of making another scene, so they both returned to the party. They walked home that evening arm in arm. Kurt knew that not all of his problems were gone, but at least he felt like they were moving forward. He was so elated, he didn't even notice the battered looking old Chevy pick-up that followed them home, and then drove past the apartment.

Latter that night Kurt laid in bed, naked and wrapped up in Blaine, after having, what Kurt could admit, was some of the best sex ever. He fell asleep with his hands clasped over Blaine's on his stomach as Blaine spooned him from behind. He awoke the next morning feeling better than he had in a long time, as it was the first night in a couple of months that he hadn't had a nightmare.

Blaine woke up warm and pliable next to him, kissing his neck, squeezing him close.

"Morning." He said with a yawn.

"Good morning Blaine." He responded, as he turned in Blaine's arms to kiss him as he woke up.

"Mphhh," Blaine grumbled "I have morning breath."

"Yeah, a little." Kurt laughed not caring. "I'm sure I do to."

Blaine got up and went to the bathroom to clean up for the day, and Kurt pulled on a pair of sweats, as he started tidying the room. Their clothes from last night had been left tossed across the room in their haste to undress each other.

He picked up Blaine's pants, and shook them a little to get the wrinkles out, when he heard something small thud on the floor. He knelt down to find what had fallen out of Blaine's pocket.

There was a small square black velvet case on the floor. Kurt picked it up, heart pounding in his chest. This looked just like... oh god. Kurt knew he shouldn't pry, but he couldn't help himself, he popped open the box. His eyes grew round and large; there nestled in soft velvet, was a beautiful, polished, white gold engagement ring.

Kurt remained crouched on the ground, ring box in his hand, for he didn't know how long. He blinked slowly, thinking that maybe when his eyes opened again, the ring wouldn't still be there, but it was.

He heard Blaine shut of the shower in the other room, and Kurt snapped out of his trance. He quickly closed the case, and stuck in back in Blaine's pant pocket, laying the pants neatly over the back of a chair.

He swallowed, trying to get the stunned look off of his face, before Blaine came back into the room.

An engagement ring? Kurt took some steadying breaths. Blaine was carrying around an engagement ring.