A/N: I had writer's block for a while. I'm not exactly sure where this whole story will go, but I thought of this chapter this morning. Enjoy!

Again, I don't own Blaine, Kurt, or Glee.

"I'll get some drinks for us." Kurt went to the hallway and started walking toward the door to the basement to get drinks for him and Blaine. The door stood stationary even though Kurt was moving toward it. He took another step. The door still remained as far away as it was before.

Kurt started to run. He could feel the cool breath of someone…or something behind him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, still running, but nothing was there. Kurt resumed to attempt to reach the end of the hallway. But no matter how fast or long he ran, the end was still as far as it was when he first started. Just how long ago was that? It was as if he was on a long treadmill. A dark treadmill. When did the power go out? He could not see his feet below him. For all he knew, his feet could have been firmly anchored to the ground.

Suddenly, the hallway started to part at the end. It was like a fault was splitting open at an earthquake. The crack made its way down toward Kurt and fast. Kurt turned around and attempted to run the other direction. He was now running into the cool breath of the something, still invisible to his eye. There was no way he'd make it out alive. The crack was too fast for him. He felt the ground give way underneath him and heard Blaine laughing. Blaine did this to him? He now was falling…falling…falling.

Kurt awoke in his bed, drenched in sweat. What had happened? He was enjoying a Saturday night movie with Blaine, going to get drinks, when…Blaine caused Kurt to fall through floor? No, no, no. He was in his own bed.

"Finn?" Kurt called out. That's not right. Finn, his dad, and Carole left last night. "Blaine?" Kurt tried. No answer. He looked at the other side of the bed. It was neatly made and tucked in, the pillow freshly fluffed. Blaine was not there. He looked at his own side. Kurt was tangled in the sheets, wrapped at least three times around his slender waist. "Blaine?" Kurt called louder and more worried. He looked at the neat side of the bed again. Where a head of dark, curly hair should have been resting, he instead found a paper swan with a single bird's feather next to it. A warbler feather. He unfolded the swan to find a note scribbled on the inside of it.

Kurt,

Morning darling! You were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. Come outside on the balcony with me.

~ Blaine.

Kurt sighed with relief. This was the Blaine that he knew and loved. He dressed quickly. White skinny jeans, a light blue collared shirt, and a black buttoned down sweater. He quickly ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He would fix it more properly after he met Blaine.

He ran into the living room and stopped. Blaine was outside on the balcony…in a suit and tie? Kurt squinted his eyes. Yes, that really was his boyfriend. Blaine was leaning casually against the railing, supporting himself with the portion of his arms below the elbow. One knee was bent slightly more than the other, adding to his casual and peaceful appearance.

"If I'd known you were dressed up, I would have also."

Blaine turned around at the sound of Kurt's voice and laughed. "I think you look perfect." He opened his arms as Kurt ran to him.

"So why did you ask me to come out here?" Kurt questioned.

"Well, your family just left, so it's the first time we've been alone together on our own. I wanted to make it special." Blaine gestured to a bowl of oatmeal, two slices of toast, and a tall glass of orange juice on a tray in the corner.

"Blaine Anderson, you've really outdone yourself this time. But you have to help me eat it."

"Fair enough." Blaine winked. They both sat down to eat.

Blaine noticed throughout the meal that Kurt looked a little distant. He wasn't meeting Blaine's eyes very often and ate slowly.

"Kurt? Are you alright?"

Kurt looked up. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I just didn't get much sleep last night."

"You looked pretty sound asleep when I woke up. What's wrong? You can tell me."

"I…this is going to sound really dumb. But…I had a nightmare last night. And I know it's not real, but I'm still always thinking about it."

Blaine nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really. It…well...it was just really weird and scary. You…you were trying to hurt me." Kurt started to talk faster. "I know you'd never ever do that, but the fact that my brain actually created that scenario just freaks me out. I…maybe I'm just afraid about living on my own. We're alone. I'm alone. You probably think I'm so childish."

Blaine reached for Kurt and pulled him to his chest. "Kurt, I don't think you're childish at all. I admire you for being brave enough to say that. Because honestly, Kurt, I'm terrified. I often hide my feelings and put on a brave face. But deep down, I'm probably more scared than you are. But, Kurt, you're not alone." Then right then and there, Blaine started to sing. And he sang without care of who else heard him. All that mattered now was him and Kurt on this balcony.

I've been alone

Surrounded by darkness

And I've seen how heartless

The world can be

And I've seen you crying

Blaine wiped a tear from his eyes. Kurt, however, wasn't crying. His eyes were closed, accentuating his long amber lashes. He had his ear directly over Blaine's heart listening to the steady rhythm.

Felt like it's hopeless

But I'll always do my best

To make you see

Baby, you're not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through

Blaine continued to hum this tune with Kurt in his arms. Kurt smiled after Blaine was finished and broke apart. "Thanks for that. That really helped. Who's that song by?"

"Some guy named Darren Criss. A lot of people say I look like him." Blaine chuckled. "There's a piano part along with it, too."

"I want you to sing that to me again sometime. With the piano." Kurt smiled.

"Of course." Blaine pulled Kurt's chin up with two fingers so he was starting into his blue eyes. They shared a tender kiss.