AN: Wow! Eight chapters! And a bunch of reviews! I really appreciate it, you guys. You have no idea how happy it makes me when I see my inbox flooded with story alerts, favorites, and new reviews. Keep on reviewing! Hopefully this chapter will review your efforts.
DISCLAIMER: As usual, I don't own Glee. I don't really own anything.
Karofsky is following me. He's chasing me down a long, winding street that never seems to end. I don't know how I got here. I've never been here before. I don't recognize anything around me, but it's hard to tell. It's so dark outside. Karofsky is gainging on me. I turn around and see him a few yards behind me. I break into a run. I can't let him get me. I have something to live for now - Blaine. I have to have courage. For Blaine. He is my motivation. I have to escape Karofsky.
I run for what seems like an eternity, looking back every once in awhile to see that Karofsky is still behind me, becoming more bull-like every second. I see a light ahead of me. It's pretty far in the distance, but as I come closer I make it out to be a sign. I come close enough to make out what the sign says: Manifest Discs. The record store. I've never been here before, but I remember Blaine telling me about it. He said it was his very favorite place to go.
For the love of Gaga and all things fashionable, please let it be open, I think, darting over to the door. I have enough of a lead on Karofsky to stop for a moment. Breathless, I try the handle of the door. It's locked. I curse under my breath and start knocking frantically. Someone has to be here, I think. Someone has to save me.
"Open, please open..." I mutter, knocking harder and faster every moment. I'm about to give up when I'm pushed to the ground. A great pain sears up my leg and I bite my lip hard, trying to hold back a scream. I look up and see a figure glaring down at me. The person is blurry, due to the tears welling in my eyes, but I know it's Karofsky.
Just as I register the fact that he is standing before me, he begins to kick me. For some reason, I am unable to retaliate at all. I just lay there, letting myself be beaten.
"Please, please don't..." I weakly say, tears rolling down my face. I hear a dark, evil sounding chuckle and feel a strong, big hand grasp my shirt collar.
"No, it's Marc Jacobs..." I mutter, helpless. He pulls me up to a standing position by my collar, holding onto me in one hand and punches me with his other, now balled into a fist.
The sound, a loud crack, comes before the realization hits. Then the pain comes. I cry out loudly, feeling the blood run down my face. My nose is probably broken.
"Don't kill me! Please!" I yell through my tears as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. "Don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
I writhe around in pain as he grabs my wrist, putting the knife closer and closer to the big vein on the inside of my arm.
"Please don't slit my wrist..." I murmur, my last attempt for help.
"Kurt. Kurt? Kurt!" I jolt awake. My eyes fly open to see Blaine hovering over me, looking at me concerned.
"What? What happened?" I ask, confused, my voice sleepy.
"You had a nightmare. You were screaming in your sleep, Kurt..." Blaine looks extremely concerned.
"Wait... I fell asleep?" I sit up and look at the clock. It's 11:07 PM. Crap. My dad is probably worried sick. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see that I have ten missed calls and seven new texts.
"For the love of Gaga, my father is going to kill me..." I mutter to myself, pressing 3 on my speed dial, calling my father. Blaine is first on my speed dial. He insisted on making it so after Karofsky kissed me.
"Kurt! What the hell?" My father answers the phone, his voice full of concern and anger.
"Dad, it's fine. I was hanging out with Blaine and I fell asleep," I say calmly.
"Oh. You had me worried sick, kid. What if something happened to you?"
"I... I don't know, Dad. But nothing did happen. I'm perfectly safe here with Blaine," I say, biting my lip as I glance over at Blaine. He gives me a reassuring smile and I smile back.
"Okay. I don't want you driving home. It's snowing, and it's really dark. See if you can't sleep over there, alright?"
"Um, I'll see if Blaine doesn't mind." I glance over at Blaine again, who is looking at me quizzically. I hold up a finger, telling him to wait for a moment.
"Kid, I'm sure he won't mind. When I met him on your first day at Dalton, he seemed pretty crazy about you." I bite my lip, holding back a grin. My face feels hot, and I know I'm blushing madly.
"I sure hope he is, Dad. I'll call you tomorrow."
"You better. Love you, Kurt. Bye."
"Love you too, Dad. See you," I say, then move my phone from my ear and press the end call button. I sigh and glance over at Blaine.
"Do you mind if I just sleep over tonight?" I ask, biting my lip. "I really hate to impose, but my dad doesn't want me driving when it's so dark out."
"Of course you can," he says, looking me in the eyes and smiling. The smile is different than his normal breathtaking ones. Normally, his whole face lights up and his hazel eyes glisten in the most breathtakingly beautiful way possible, but there is no sparkle in his eyes now. His face is clouded, and his eyes are cold and emotionless. Usually, there is so much feeling in his eyes, and the fact that there is none begins to frighten me.
"Blaine? Is something wrong?" I ask. "If you don't want me to stay over, it's perfectly alright. I don't take offense. I completely invited myself over. I don't want to be a burden."
"No, no. Goodness, no," he says quickly, shaking his head. "Kurt, you would never be a burden. Never think that."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Do you know that you talk in your sleep?" Oh goodness. What could he have heard? I blush madly, hoping that what I said wasn't anything too embarrassing. Especially not something about Blaine. He doesn't need to know some of the things I dream about...
"Oh," I'm able to say. I look down at my lap and nervously drum my fingers on my thigh.
"Kurt. Look at me." I slowly lift up my head and look at him. His eyes are now full of worry and concerned. Better than the emotionless state they were in before, but not much. "What were you dreaming about?"
I sigh. "Just... Karofsky again. Another nightmare," I say. The dream begins to replay in my mind. Running. Being chased. The crack of his fist meeting my nose. The blood running down my face. The knife being held up to my wrist... It all seemed so real. I glance down at my left arm and rub my wrist with my right hand. Blaine sighs and puts his arm comfortingly around my shoulders.
"Kurt, you're safe here. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I know," I say, leaning into him slightly. A wave of comfort washes over me from just being near to Blaine. I sigh again, and he automatically tightens his arm around me. "It was just so...realistic."
"Kurt, baby, why were you screaming about not wanting him to... to slit your wrists?"
I gasp. Did he just say what I thought he said?
"Did you... Did you just call me 'baby'?" I glance at Blaine and he's blushing fiercely. This is a new side of him... One I could get used to.
"You're avoiding my question," he mutters, his face bright red.
"Well, so are you," I point out. Blaine sighs in defeat, and I know I'm right.
"Fine. I'll answer you, but then you have to answer me. Can I tell you something?" He bites his lip, looking at me seriously.
"Anything," I manage to say, my mind thinking of around a thousand different things he could possibly say.
"Kurt... I... I'm in love with you."
AN: Yay! I love ending with cliffhangers. They make me feel evil because I know how annoying they are. Review away! I tried to include more details (mainly for one reader whose name I evidently forgot - forgive me. Isn't it like Charlie Amythest or something? Anyhow, I hope this is an improvement).