A/N: I am sorry about the wait guys. I had a real problem with this chapter. I wrote it out, and sent it to my beta and we both thought it wasn't as good as it could be, so I rewrote the whole thing. My lovely beta worked hard this week. Love her lots :D
Chapter 12
Blaine lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling, his head was spinning as his body was trying to sleep. All he could think about was the young boy in the next room. The young boy who was so damaged, and who needed so much love and attention in his life but wasn't getting it. Blaine knew he couldn't be the one to love him, he couldn't be the one to give him everything that he needed, but he hoped he could give him something. Anything just to make him smile. They had spent the day in front of the television, it was clear to Blaine how lonely Kurt was, every time Kurt made a comment, mostly sarcastic against the characters in the show, he would always look around to Blaine to make sure that it was okay. Blaine would laugh back, it was never a forced laugh, Kurt was naturally funny and it killed Blaine that the young boy didn't even realise. Every time Blaine asked Kurt if he wanted something to eat, or to drink the soft spoken boy would always look up at him surprised, as if it was still a shock to him that someone cared. Blaine also learned that when Kurt had sugary drinks his giggling was almost non-stop, and his sarcastic comments were even more witty and amazing.
Sleep wasn't coming, and Blaine knew he would regret not trying harder, but he couldn't force it anymore. He switched his bedside lamp on and grabbed a book from his bedside table, and started to read, but he even found it hard to concentrate on the words, the lines blurring into one big mass of letters. Blaine rubbed his eyes getting frustrated with his mind, and that's when he heard it. A whimper. A scared, quiet whimper. It was loud in Blaine's ears and had him off the bed without even thinking. He ran towards the spare room, standing in the doorway to make sure Kurt was okay, and his heart broke. Kurt was tossing and turning on his bed, the covers on the floor, his body twisting in the sheet, his head half on the pillow half off. His pale, long arms were fighting at an invisible intruder, and his mouth was screaming for him to stop; the whimpers were getting louder and Blaine couldn't stand to listen to it anymore. He rushed over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and flicking the light on. "Kurt." Blaine breathed quietly, he didn't want to scare him. "Kurt." Blaine said a little louder when Kurt made no attempt to move or wake up. "Kurt!" Blaine was nearly shouting now, his own panic hitting him hard. He had no idea how to get Kurt out of his nightmare.
It took five minutes of shaking, and name calling until Kurt's teary eyes blinked open. "B-Blaine?" Kurt stuttered before a sob broke out of his throat. That was all it took for Blaine to rush to his side and wrap his arms around him, rocking him soothingly.
"Shh, it's okay, I'm here." Blaine whispered, rubbing his back up and down softly. "I'm here, Kurt. I'm here."
"I don't want to go home." Kurt sobbed, curling around him smaller. Blaine was amazed at how small such a tall boy could make himself.
"Why?" Blaine whispered. From what Kurt had told him, the only problems he and his dad had were his dad pretty much abandoning him. He really hoped he hadn't missed anything that Kurt hadn't said about his dad hurting him.
"Because." Kurt sniffled, his head burying into the crook of Blaine's neck. His nose brushing against Blaine's smooth skin. His hands fisting at the white thin shirt Blaine was wearing for bed. "I don't want to."
"Why? Do you get hurt?" Blaine whispered. Please say no, he thought.
"No." Kurt mumbled. "I don't like it there, I don't want to go back to being on my own. I don't want to go back to being with it in my head telling me that I'm useless. I'm not useless." Kurt sobbed.
"You're not useless." Blaine whispered. "Say it louder Kurt, say it. You're not useless."
"I..." Kurt looked up at him with weak eyes. "I'm not..."
"You're not what?" Blaine pressed when Kurt stopped talking.
"Useless." Kurt whispered sadly.
"You need to say it louder, Kurt. Believe it. You're an amazing boy." Blaine breathed, his hand stroking through Kurt's sweaty hair. "You're sweet and talented, and you've been through so much and you're so strong."
"I'm not strong." Kurt argued. "I'm not..."
"Yes. You are." Blaine interrupted him. "You're an amazing boy. I promise you."
"I..." Kurt whispered.
"You are." Blaine said softly. "What was your dream about?"
"I don't know," Kurt whispered. "When I get them, I don't remember them."
"Do you have them a lot?" Blaine asked, his hand still playing with Kurt's hair. Kurt was leaning against his hand, an almost content look in his eyes.
"Yeah, most nights." Kurt answered honestly. "If I'm stressed I get them more."
Blaine held him tighter, he didn't want to think that Kurt spent most nights at home crying and scared on his own. "What do you do when you wake up?"
"I just sit." Kurt mumbled, what else could he do?
"Next time you have them, you can call me." Blaine whispered. "No matter what time, you call me okay?"
"Why?" Kurt frowned.
"Because I don't want you to be alone when you're going through something like this. But I promise you, I will always answer, and I will always try and distract you from it." Blaine smiled.
"I...Thank you." Kurt yawned, leaning back against him. The way he was playing with his hair was so damn comfortable.
"Go back to sleep?" Blaine whispered, stretching back against the bed.
Kurt shook his head almost frantically. He could never go back to sleep after nightmares, the darkness was waiting for him and it would swoop him up and never let him go. "I'm not tired."
"Want me to stay with you? You can sleep then?" Kurt looked up at Blaine, he couldn't believe his teacher was so amazing. Slowly, he nodded his head and Blaine settled back on the bed, tugging Kurt into a lying position and continued to play with his hair, gently lulling Kurt to sleep, and Blaine fell asleep soon after.
"You're going to be okay, Kurt." Blaine said softly, he was parked outside Kurt's house, a nervous Kurt sitting beside him, his nails picking at his fingers. "I mean it."
"I...Kay." Kurt nodded slowly. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." Blaine promised, he even crossed his heart which gained him a small smile from Kurt. "I know you don't want to go home, but you know you can come to my house whenever you want after school."
"I can?" Kurt smiled.
"Of course. You can do homework, or you can come to my class, and do work there. And if you want I can help you..." Blaine said softly.
"I'd like that." Kurt nodded.
"And remember, you can call me, whenever you want to." Blaine said, handing Kurt a napkin with his phone number on. "I'll answer, no matter what time it is."
"Thank you." Kurt breathed. "Not just for this weekend, but for...for everything."
"It's okay." Blaine promised. "Now, go on, I'm sure you'll still be able to catch some trashy television before you go to bed."
"Maybe," Kurt smiled. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a soft, delicate kiss against Blaine's smooth skin. "Thank you." He whispered before pulling away quickly and getting out of the car and walking into his house.
Blaine sighed heavily, he leant against the steering wheel watching Kurt disappear into such a normal looking house. Blaine hadn't expected Kurt to live in such a nice, normal neighbourhood. The young boy had been through so much, he had almost expected Kurt to live in a dark and dingy street, but the house was normal. The lawn was green and there was a nice white picket fence around it. But there was something missing. Blaine could tell just from looking that the house took care of itself, there was no woman's touch to it. The lawn, though green had no fresh flowers, the curtains at the window were washed but shabby looking. There was no maternal love in the house and it showed so much in the men that lived there. Once the door was closed, Blaine drove home, not looking forward to being cooped up in a lonely apartment now that Kurt wouldn't be there.