For some reason, I picture Blaine having this fear.
Enjoy.
'You found me'- Kelly Clarkson.
It was weekend and six boys were sitting in Blaine's room. An Asian looking boy was sitting on the desk chair. A black boy was sitting on the floor with two other boys. One had blond-died hair and the other had brown hair that curled around his ears.
On the bed, the last two boys were cuddling once again. One of them had black, gelled down hair and the other had a bright coloured scarf around his neck.
'Um, guys? Are we going to keep on sitting and arguing or is one of us finally going to grab the damn DVD?' Wes said, shifting in the chair, complaining but not feeling like getting up.
'Why don't you do it?' David asked, while Nick slumped against Jeff, who put his chin on top of his head, wrapping his arms around him.
Kurt heaved a deep sigh, before groaning as he stood up with some difficulty due to Blaine not wanting to let go of him and he walked towards the shelf where the DVD stood.
'There you go. Now quit complaining and watch the movie.'
Only ten minutes later, the boys were watching with great interest. None of them noticed the storm coming up outside, until a bright flash of light appeared, along with a booming thunder, almost at the same time.
Someone yelped in a very high tone.
But the four boys sitting in boys didn't really care about the thunder and were only a little annoyed at the interruption of the yelp.
'Kurt, dude, it's just thunder.'
'Yeah, man, no need to worry.'
'That wasn't me.'
The four boys frowned in unison and turned to face the pale boy, who had sat down on his knees instead of lying on his stomach. His head was turned to Blaine, who had previously been leaning against the headboard.
He had now hid his face in a pillow, another pillow pulled over his head. He was whimpering and so, so obviously scared.
Kurt looked back at the other boys, who looked at one another too.
All of them wondered what was going on. But as another flash of light lit the room, accompanied by yet another loud thunder and as Blaine curled into a little ball, pulling the covers from his bed over himself and hiding even deeper in the pillows, whimpering loudly, their questions were answered.
Blaine was terrified of thunder.
Kurt raised his eyebrows at the four boys, who looked at Wes questioningly.
He was, after all, the one who thought of solutions most of the time.
Wes bit his lip and stood up, walking over to the television and turning it off, switching on the light. Suddenly, Blaine was very visible.
Well, the fact that he was afraid was very visible. Because Blaine himself wasn't visible, being completely wrapped up in blankets and pillows lying on top of him.
Honestly, he just looked like a scared, shaking pile of blankets and pillows.
Wes beckoned Kurt to help Blaine, while the other three boys stood up quietly and went outside to put on their pyjamas and brush their teeth. Wes himself left too, leaving Kurt with Blaine.
'Blaine? Can you please come out of your blankets and pillow castle now?'
'…No.'
'Please?' Kurt asked in the sweetest tone he could muster. He started petting what he thought was Blaine's shoulder.
'Come on, now.'
Slowly, Blaine's head surfaced. He was wide-eyed, first peeking through before surfacing his entire head. There were hints of tears visible in the corner of his eyes.
'Blaine…'
He pouted.
'I feel ridiculous. Did I scare everyone away?'
'No, I guess they just thought it was a good idea to give you some privacy. Are you really that scared of thunder?'
'Like I said, I feel ridiculous.'
'You're not ridiculous, though.'
'I am. I mean, who the hell is scared of thunder.'
'I used to be scared of certain colours and not just because they looked terrible in fashion.'
'Then why were you scared of it?'
'No real reason. THAT is ridiculous. You're not.'
They both smiled at each other, but when another thunder came, Kurt had not expected to suddenly have an armful of a whimpering Blaine clutching the back of his shirt.
Kurt just smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy.
It was okay to be afraid.