Alright, so i need to put a warning for anxiety attacks here, just in case!
I apologise for this being kina angsty, but there's some fluff squished in there as well.
This song is called Vincent, by Don McLean, one of my favorite songs, so I hope you enjoy!.
Kurt
Blaine
A few weeks went by, and the two men became good friends.
They found that they had a lot in common, and that it was easy to talk to each other.
Kurt never found out what had happened to Blaine that day he came into the shop, but he figured Blaine would bring it up if he needed or wanted to at some point.
It had been great to hang out together so far though, Kurt found that he could share things with Blaine, that he normally didn't feel like he could share, Blaine understood him in a way that no one else ever had.
Blaine was kind, caring, funny, genuine, and just as handsome as he was back in high school, if not more, and Kurt couldn't help but feel himself fall back into the crush he once had, sure, he never forgot the boy with the gel helmet, but this wasn't just the fanboy crush from back then, this was new, he never got to know the boy back in high school, but he has the chance to really get to know the man he is now, and he really wanted that because so far, Blaine had been nothing but amazing.
The two men stood at the platform in the subway, waiting for the next train to get to the restaurant where they had decided to get dinner. Kurt had been looking forward to this all day, since Blaine stopped by the coffee shop to ask him if he wanted to get dinner together this evening, he had been ecstatic and even got early off from work to find the perfect outfit. It's not a date though. It's just two good friends getting dinner in a cute little Italian restaurant. Nope. Not a date. It's just a friends' night out.
"Oh god, it's almost completely filled up" Kurt said when the train arrived. He looked over at Blaine, who looked slightly uncomfortable, "we don't have to get on this train, we can just get on the next one if you want" he told Blaine.
"No, no we have reservations, it's okay" Blaine said, seemingly trying to look calm, but not quite succeeding.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked him. Blaine just looked at the train, the doors now opening, nodded and walked in.
They were standing in the train, there was a little more space in there after a few stops.
This man was standing beside them and began moving closer to Blaine, crowding him against the wall of the train when he tried moving away from him.
The man slipped his hand around Blaine, and started touching him, "what the hell are you doing?" Blaine harshly asked, slapping the man's hand away.
"Oh come on, like you wouldn't enjoy" The man said in a tone that scared Blaine, crowding him again, and laying his hands on him.
"Get the fuck away from him!" Kurt yelled, pushing the man harshly away. Some other passengers in the train held the man back, as he tried throwing a punch at Kurt.
"Fucking let go of me, he's practically asking for it!" The man shouted, making Blaine crumble in a corner of the train.
The people holding the man threw him out at the next stop, and Kurt slowly walked over to a struggling and shaking Blaine, carefully kneeling in front of him.
"Blaine?" Kurt gently said.
"Blaine breathe, you're okay" he added, trying to figure out what to do.
"I… I c-can't" He said, struggling with each breath and holding his knees to his chest, as if trying to protect himself.
The train stopped once again, and Kurt got Blaine up from the floor and out of the train.
He walked them to a bathroom at the station and put Blaine down, neither caring for hygiene at the moment.
"Blaine I need you to take some deep breaths with me okay?" Kurt asked trying to get through to Blaine.
He tried a few times, but when it didn't work. Blaine was in tears and his eyes were distant as he was still heaving for each small breath starting to become lightheaded. So, Kurt decided to try something else.
He pulled Blaine close to him, Blaine's head on his chest, so he could hear his heartbeat, and started singing.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Blaine tensed slightly but quickly relaxed, feeling safe in Kurt's hold. He hadn't had anyone to help him through times like this in a long time.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Kurt had no idea what he was doing, he had tried to give Blaine space so he wouldn't feel crowded, but that only seemed to make him worse, so he did what he would normally find most comforting, being held, being able to listen to the heartbeat of a person he cared about, and having someone sing a quiet song.
It reminded him about how his mother would hold him and sing to him through thunderstorms until he would fall asleep in her arms.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
He could feel Blaine's breathing start to slow down, but his tears continued to fall, so he pulled him impossibly closer to him, wanting to give the man in his arms every ounce of comfort and love. Wait what? Love?
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Blaine had gotten somewhat control of his breathing again, but he just couldn't stop the tears. This whole thing had brought several flashbacks back from the closed part of his mind, and it hurt, but he couldn't help but wish he could stay like this forever, he felt so safe, so loved. What!? Where did that come from?
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
"How about we take a cab back to my place, and I cook some dinner? I think Rachel was supposed to be on a date anyway" Kurt asked, not having released Blaine yet.
"Yeah, that would be nice" Blaine answered in a hoarse voice.
He looked up at Kurt with his amber eyes, "thank you" he half whispered, "I'm sorry I ruined the evening" he added.
"No, don't apologise, you haven't ruined anything Blaine".
Kurt kissed his forehead and slowly got up, helping Blaine up after.
When they were in a cab on the way to Kurt's place, they couldn't help but let their minds wander to the thoughts that occurred as Kurt sang for Blaine. What did it mean?
Another question filling Kurt's mind on top of that… What on earth was that whole situation about?