AUTORS NOTES: I never would have realized people would actually like this, it was more of a spontaneous act to write this fic. But I'm really happy you like it :)

I'll try my best to update as frequently as I can. I think I'll try to update twice a week, but with my schedule it also can be once in the two weeks. It depends on things and can differ per week.

I don't own Glee or the characters. How much I'd like to, I don't.

One last thing: I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

He laid in his bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. There were too many questions, too many unknown answers. Why? What? How? The more he thought about it, the more scared he got. Why was he so attacked to Kurt, what triggered his curiosity? What would be the consequences if this was what he thought it was? And who says this is what he thinks? He might be mesmerized by his dancing talents, or the fact that he finally sees a person who is happy, and that his happiness is contagious, making him feel the way he is. This might mean nothing, and he would just be overreacting it.

But it doesn't feel like nothing.

Why are emotions so complicated? Why aren't there manuals to them, making life easier? Love, hatred, sadness, sorrow, knowing what is what, and how to change it. Knowing what those pains in your chest are. But that's the thing in life, it isn't easy. You'll have to find it on your own and it's up to you what to do with them.

And Blaine knows this. This, these feelings, he would have to find out what they were, and he would have to do it alone. Finding out what this is, would mean he would have to hurt someone else.

The room was dark. All he could hear was the soft breathing of his wife, laying next to him. He listened to her breathing, trying to calm himself. Trying to distract himself from everything. Just listening to the calm, quite strokes of her breathing. No thoughts, just her being alive and next to him.

"I was in that room again, the same music playing. Kurt stood in the middle, not dancing, but looking at me with a smile on his face and eyes sparkling, greeting me. Slowly, he walked towards me and without a word he grabbed my hand. His smile spoke to trust him, and I did. The room faded. Now it was only Kurt, the music and I. Nothing else. No world, no pain, no regrets, just us.

One arm went around me, holding me tight. The other was still holding mine. We moved on the sound of the beat, together as one. The world doesn't exist. It's just us dancing. Nothing choreographed, but we move simultaneously. Not copying, but dancing, swaying, together. Without talking.

His smile remains, as well as his eyes, only looking at me. In his eyes, there is no sorrow, simply me and nothing else. There are no questions to him, why wonder if there is nothing to wonder about? Life isn't easy to understand, but why would you want to understand everything? Having knowledge over everything won't make you happy. Accepting you won't know everything will. Kurt knows this. That is why he is happy. Without being held by questions without answers, he is free. He isn't bound by whys.

We move, step after step, song after song, together. I like being here. It feels nice not having to wonder, but just go. Give up and go with my feelings. Only caring about us. And I could be like this forever. Just Kurt and myself, dancing. No boundaries. Looking at each other with the same eyes, and that same smile.

Suddenly, the music stops, and so does Kurt. We stand there. He smiles at me, in the most loving way I've ever seen. For a few seconds, nothing happens, we just smile at each other. He gives me a little nod, and starts slowly walking away, drifting in the darkness. Still facing me, and smiling, he leaves me behind, disappearing in the dark. "

Blaine woke up at the sound of the alarm clock. It was all a dream. For so long he hasn't been able to remember his dreams, but this one is special. It seemed so real. Every detail, every moment, everything, they are all stuck in his mind. His eyes, his smile, the way he moved, looked so close to reality. But he knew it wasn't real. Reality isn't as beautiful and free as your dreams.