Hey everyone! Welcome to the 11th chapter! I appreciate everyone's support thus far! Watching the new episode, this week, has inspired me to write a new chappie so here I am!
I hope you'll like it!
Melody stared into blurriness. She was in her house, that was for certain. But, it just didn't look the same. The room that she stood in was hers, but there were empty boxes everywhere. The boxes that you take with you when you move away from somewhere to some place new.
She sat down Indian-style on the floor and gazed around. A white-painted crib rested to the left of the room, a oak rocking chair was to the right, drawers with painted flowers on them were on other side, and the whole room was painted a pale pink. Three windows in the back, brought in sunlight through closed, sheer curtains.
As Melody stood up from the white carpet, the door to the room slowly opened. There stood Kurt…his hair as perfect as ever, wearing obviously a designer outfit of a deep purple shirt, black tight pants, and black boots that reached to his knees.
But, something struck Melody as odd. He was holding an infant in a pair of pink footie pajamas. The baby sleeping on the man's shoulder and Melody moved out of the way of them, trying to watch the scene unfold. Kurt was humming a quiet lullaby to her, occasionally letting out a few of the lyrics. He walked over to the crib, bringing one of the gates down with his hands. He gently laid her down on the small mattress and kissed her forehead, staring at her lovingly for a moment.
There was a slight knock on the doorframe and Melody saw her other father standing there, a giant smile on his face as he approached the other man.
Kurt brought up the gate again, turning to face Blaine. He held a finger to the younger man as he approached the crib. Blaine placed a kiss on Kurt's cheek and then turned to the crib, as did Kurt. Kurt held onto the railing on the gate and the two began to stare down at her.
"She's so beautiful," Kurt finally managed to whisper out. The two looked at each other and grinned, looking straight back down at the resting girl.
"I never want this to end," Blaine whispered over to Kurt, as the taller man continued to stare down at their daughter. He blinked his eyes and turned to face Blaine.
He caressed Blaine's chin and stared deep into his eyes. "And it never will…I promise."
The two pulled into a hug and then Melody began to back out of the room, tears slowly forming in her eyes. She began to realize that this was a dream. A distant memory in the girl's mind. As she exited the room, she saw the two men begin to stare at her infant-self, once more.
Melody sat up in her bed, sobbing. Looking over to the clock, she saw that it was already past midnight. She held her head and began to run her fingers through her hair. She gasped for air and then laid back slowly into the soft pillow. She closed her eyes and then reached over for her cell phone. Dialing in a number, she waited for the answer.
"Hello?" Blaine was on the other line, clearly confused as to why someone was calling him a this time of the night.
Melody took in a shaky breath, "Daddy?"
"Melody, baby, what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened, sweetheart?" Blaine asked, concern already in his voice.
"I-I had a nightmare, dad," Melody said, trying to not sound too child-like.
Blaine let out a caring sigh. "What was it about, baby?"
Melody let out another distraught sigh. "I really don't want to relive, dad. Please just tell me what do…I can't sleep."
Blaine sat in silence for a moment, really trying to think of how to help. "Baby, go wake up, Kurt. He'll know what to do."
"But, dad," Melody began. "Don't you think he might think I'm a little ridiculous to still have nightmares. And he won't probably let me sleep in his bed like you used to when I got them."
"Melody, just do it, okay?" Blaine said, as he let out a sigh. "He wants to help you with this kind of stuff, okay? Now go and get him, alright?"
"Alright, dad," Melody whispered.
Blaine could tell that his daughter was disappointed, but he knew Kurt would kill him for just having this conversation with Melody. "Okay, baby…I love you, alright? Goodnight."
"Goodnight…" Melody said, as she hung up the phone, setting it back on the nightstand. She brought her legs to the other side of her bed and brought her body up. She tiptoed quietly out of her room, down the dark hallway. As she reached her father's door, she gently pushed open the door.
Kurt laid on his bed, sleeping peacefully. His blue satin pajamas laid perfectly on his body and he was breathing quietly. Melody approached his sleeping figure and poked him in the shoulder. Another tear fell down her cheek as she stood there, thinking back to the dream that seemed like a nightmare to her.
As she poked Kurt one more time, his eyes slowly began to open. As they fully opened, he sat quickly upright in his bed, pulling Melody into a hug. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Is everything all right?"
Melody wrapped her arms around the man, enjoying the sense of comfort. Even though she didn't necessarily accept her father yet, she still felt like being held and comforted by someone.
"I had a bad dream," She whispered. Kurt pulled away to face her, pushed some of her wavy hair behind her ears.
"Do you want some warm milk?" Kurt asked her. She looked at him curiously.
"How's that going to help me?"
"It's actually supposed to calm the nerves," Kurt explained to the girl.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I guess if it could help."
Kurt brought her body down to where he was laying and then stood from the bed. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
She watched as he left and then began to gaze around the bedroom. She was sitting on a soft brown comfort with beige sheets. The room was painted a light blue and had mahogany woodwork everywhere. A small flat-screen TV sat on the short dresser and a pile of musicals on DVD sat to the left of it.
Kurt entered back a moment later with a glass in his hand. He hand the girl the glass and she looked into it. Milk was inside, slightly steaming. Kurt sat down to the other side of her, wrapping an arm around her. "Drink it before it gets cold."
She took a sip of it and then licked her lips in the deliciousness of it. "This is, like, really good."
"Well, I'm glad you like it. My stepbrother used to love it when I'd make that for him," Kurt explained with a slight chuckle.
Melody continued to drink the milk. "You probably think it's ridiculous that I had a nightmare, don't you?"
Kurt looked over to her and shook his head. "I used to get them too, it's no big deal…"
"What were they usually about?" Melody asked, taking another small sip of her drink.
Kurt took in a breath, slightly licking his lips. "After my mom died…I just couldn't sleep at night. I couldn't stop thinking about her and realizing that she was never coming back…It just felt impossible."
Melody looked over to the man who then looked into her eyes for a moment.
"What was yours about?" Kurt asked her, as he pushed of hair out of the girl's face.
"A sad memory," Melody said, as she took the final gulp of milk.
Kurt grasped onto the empty glass and set on the nightstand. They looked at each other once more. "Well it's over now, right?"
Melody nodded and then looked down to the brown comforter. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Kurt asked, as he began to lay down in his bed. Melody felt his hands pull her down next to him. She looked at him with curious eyes.
"Wait, you're okay with me staying in here…with you…in the same bed?"
Kurt shrugged, "Better than if you have another one. Now, if you do, you don't have to walk all the way here."
Melody smiled and Kurt closed his eyes, slowly drifting back into slumber. Melody turned on her side away from him. A few minutes passed and Kurt was fully asleep. As Melody laid in the silence, she suddenly felt him wrap her in one of his arms. Pulling her to lay next to his chest, he then rested his head onto of hers.
She slowly began to close her eyes…pretending that it was her other father holding her instead.
(It was shorter, sorry!)
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