A/N- Another really good song, but I had trouble writing this one... I hope it's good. This is Tightrope by Paul Freeman
Kurt turned restlessly in his sleep. His dream was awful, the kind that you can't even wake up from.
"Come on, Kurt. I'm waiting." Karofsky laughed at the other end of the tightrope, watching Kurt falter. His eyes were locked on the smaller boy, whose pink unitard hugged his slight frame and left nothing to the imagination. He felt utterly exposed. Kurt tried to turn back, but Azimio was standing on the other side, cracking his knuckles.
"Oh god." This was awful. Kurt looked at the floor far below, considering jumping. No, that would be suicide. He'd break in two.
"Kurt!" Was that Blaine? Yes. Salvation. "Kurt, don't wait any longer. Just jump!"
Kurt shook his head. "Are you insane?" Just the thought of gravity slamming him into the pavement below made Karofsky's side of the tightrope look like a tea party.
"Kurt, trust me! I'll catch you!" He held out his arms, positioning himself to catch the small boy. "No turning back, Kurt!"
Nervous tears fell from Kurt's eyes, but he knew he had no choice. He jumped, feeling weightless in midair, and landed perfectly in Blaine's arms. Kurt let out a sigh of relief. He held on to the boy for dear life, knowing he'd never let go.
Blaine looked down at the sleeping boy, who had suddenly clung his arms around his neck. "Thanks for catching me," Kurt mumbled in his sleep.
Blaine laughed in confusion. "You're welcome, I suppose."