BLAINE'S POV

Blaine's head hurt. Like, a lot. Sunlight pulled at his eyelids, but his brain whined for the sleep he so desperately wanted. Instead of getting up for his day like he knew he should, Blaine rolled the covers tighter around his body and tried to expunge all things that weren't sleep.

Why his head was throbbing, he could not fathom, but he sat up regardless after a few more moments of discomfort. Had he forgotten to take his allergy meds? Did Wes hit him with his gavel? Did Kurt-

Kurt. That's what happened. Kurt took a nose dive down the stairs, texted Blaine while he was half dead, Blaine ignored it (his stomach churned at the thought), and almost died. Still could die.

Now he remembered. Even the part where he, in all forms of the phrase, had a mental breakdown and then proceeded to cry himself to sleep. And basically acted like a depressing sack of tears that made everyone slightly uncomfortable.

His shoulders sagged, and he flopped back on his bed, hands covering his eyes. How had things gotten so screwed up?

Just the day before, he had been perfectly happy. Acceptance, good friends, good songs, good grades, Kurt (his best friend, mind you, for he knew of the bets that the Warblers had placed on when the two would be together romantically), they were all his. With such marvelous things in his life, there was no reason to cry himself to sleep.

Okay, that's a bit of a lie. He wasn't perfectly happy. Really, he was a kind of half-happy-puppy, half-secretly-depressed-insecure, where the two sides would tussle constantly according to who he was with, what was happening in his life. Even then, it wasn't terribly often he had a legit reason to be sad, so most of the time he, at least, pretended to be the sanguine human-equivalent of a puppy.

But that was different now. Somehow, without Kurt, things didn't seem as...bright, or full. Responsibility was something Blaine couldn't help but feel, even if he knew it really wasn't his fault. What if someone had been hurting Kurt, and he'd asked Blaine for his help, but Blaine never came, and Kurt would die hating him and he couldn't stand that, it made his stomach twist, and, God, everything ached, and-

There was a hard knock on the door, and, when Blaine didn't answer, Jeff stumbled in. The obviously-dyed blonde's head swiveled around the room a moment before landing his widened, alarmed eyes on the normally put-together young man panicking on his bed.

"Blaine!" he squawked, "Blaine, calm down! What's got your gay panties in a twist?"

Blaine looked at him, confused for a moment. It wasn't until that moment that he noticed he was hyperventilating.

"Okay, B, calm. Calm," he soothed, mollifying Blaine just the tiniest bit, "One breath at a time." Jeff's hand on Blaine's arm, they breathed together, in. Out. In. Out. In.

Out.

"Are you feeling alright, Blaine?" Jeff questioned softly. Their eyes met.

"I- It's Kurt," he whimpered.

Jeff, turned his head, staring away from the boy in front of him. "Oh. Yeah." His voice was meek, like he didn't want to bruise Blaine if he was louder than that. They were quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of he boys outside going to breakfast, before Jeff perked up the slightest bit.

"Hey," he said, "after class, you wanna go visit Kurt at the hospital? Today's Friday, so there won't be as much homework."

Blaine nodded weakly.

As he stood up to gather his things for a lazy-ish day, he turned towards Jeff and asked, "Hey, Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I...ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Do you know if Kurt's alright? Like... If he'll be okay? Or how he's doing?"

Jeff's eyebrows scrunched subtly at their tops. "He's going to be...Well, he's alive."

KURT'S POV

On the other side of the door stood a gorgeous, gorgeous boy. Momentarily, Kurt stopped moping over Blaine, stopped fretting over everything. His eyes widened as he realized that this must be Benji.

Woah. Just- Woah.

"Hey, girls. Is he here? Can I see him?" the Adonis asked, quickly wrapping his arm around Brittany in an awkward side-hug and flitting his eyes around the room in search.

Santana, hand on hip, roughly pointed to the back left corner where Kurt shyly ogled the beautiful boy. Benji spun around and let out a small gasp of relief, shoulders scrouching as he flung forward.

Kurt was tackled into a tight bear-hug; Benji buried his head in Kurt's neck. "Oh my God! Oh, oh, oh, thank God you're alright. I was so worried, so scared."

Kurt stiffened, not really sure how to react to this resplendent stranger who had, apparently, been near a mental breakdown at his expense.

"Um, hi?"

Benji pulled back, arms still around Kurt. His heavy green eyes filled with tears, auburn curls pushed back from his face to reveal his perfectly tanned cheeks. He was about the same height as Blaine, and he was shaking slightly.

It freaked Kurt out a little how much this guy seemed to be attached to him. Or maybe it was how attractive this man looked. At the same time, it was endearing and charming...and reminiscent of Blaine.

Kurt'd read somewhere, maybe, that the people and things one sees in dreams were previously seen in conscious reality, but he was fairly certain he would remember this man. Then again, maybe he was, like, distracted by Blaine or something. The two boys were equally god-like in beauty, so that was highly likely...

The conscious part of him knew he was still in love with Blaine and this was probably just his brain's way of saying, "I am the only one who will be able to provide you the splendorous love and deep affection you desire."

The other part just desperately wanted to make this man stop crying.

"So it's true? It really is?" croaked Benji, "You really-lly don't re-remember me? Or, li-ke, any-nything?"

He was wailing now, and Kurt was beyond uncomfortable and weirdly charmed. However, he knew he had to tell the truth, for lying, it seemed, would not spare this man's heart.

Looking at the grass green surrounding his dilated, sad pupils, Kurt slowly shook his head and said, "I'm so sorry."

Mercedes placed a gentle hand on Benji's shoulder. The scruffy young man seemed to remember that there were other people in the room, and he tightly stepped back from Kurt.

"It's okay. You're okay. You'll remember me, us, everything. I won't let you forget."

Kurt smiled, vaguely reminded of both himself and of Blaine. He liked this guy.

Of course he did.

So, that's that!

Sorry I didn't post in so long, I just got busy with having no life, I guess.

Benji is super fun. I already love him. Do you? Please let me know how you liked this chapter, whether or not you love Benji, and/or your predictions for the rest of the story!

ALERT! IMPORTANT! NEED TO READ!

Okay, so, here's the scrub: I am currently in the market for a beta. I don't know if you've noticed, but this story kinda neeeeeeds one. I have some people in mind, but any volunteers would be hugely appreciated.

Thanks for reading!

And, yes, "scrouching" is a word I made up. :)

Scrouch- verb- to sag rapidly in a relieved fashion

-Nightlight (soon to be Nova)

P.S. Each chapter now has a definition for the words I so carefully crafted! Enjoy, Frindle style.

P.P.S If anyone can tell me why this story is called "Teenage Dream," the first person will get an exclusive look at the next chapter! Enjoy, be smart!