Kurt awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily from the nightmare that haunted his dream. He looked at the digital clock on his night stand, "4 A.M." Kurt said, rising out of bed. This night had been similar to all the other nights Kurt has had for the past month. A recurring dream that he couldn't recall, waking up in angst and panic. Kurt examined his face in the mirror, bags had begun to develop underneath his eyes, and he understood why, he hadn't gotten a good night's rest for weeks.
A sudden tone began to play from Kurt's room. He was startled by this, rushing to his room to silence his phone. His eyes were still half-closed, drifting between the state of awareness and sleep. Kurt's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the name that lit up his phone's screen. He lifted the phone closer, the pain from the sudden brightness being pushed to the back of his mind. He opened the message and smiled; the message was a simple greeting followed by a cute pet-name and smile. His face lit up, much like his screen; he felt a sense of happiness that had not swelled in for what seemed like an eternity. Kurt replied with a flirtatious message, not even caring how early it was, or why his beloved was up at this hour.
He curled up in his blanket, eagerly awaiting a response. Many thoughts were running through his mind as he stared at his phone's screen, waiting for it to be lit up by the name he loved so. Kurt unlocked his phone, checking if his he had already replied, but he was disappointed to be met with just the time. "Five minutes," Kurt whispered, "It never takes him five minutes." Kurt placed his phone on a pillow beside him and turned over to face the other direction. The happiness he had felt bubbling within had fizzled and died down as quickly as it had appeared. "It's like I don't even know him anymore," Kurt softly spoke. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to fall asleep but failing.
After hours of tossing and turning, his alarm went off, making him realize how fast time had flown, and even worse, the fact that Blaine still had not replied. He got ready, taking a shower and getting dressed as quickly as possible; he prepared tea, having time to himself before he would have to commute, back to work, back to reality. He sipped his tea, staring at the dead screen of his phone, deciding whether or not he should call. Kurt heard rustling coming from the bedroom area of the loft. "Rachel's up," he thought to himself, "I better get ready to go."
He pulled his things quickly and made his way out, making sure to leave Rachel a light breakfast consisting of tea and biscuits. He knew that she had a big day ahead of her, so he wanted to be a good friend show his support. He stopped by a coffee shop; he needed a little caffeine to get him through the day after having yet another sleepless night.
Work was the same as usual, answering calls for Isabelle. After a while, the caffeine started to fade, and he could feel himself beginning to doze off. "Hey cutie," Kurt heard, suddenly perking up from surprise.
"Back off Adam, you already know I have a boyfriend," Kurt replied. Kurt's heart sank as he spoke, not even knowing if that's what Blaine saw him as anymore, seeing as how they never spoke.
"Why the long face?" Adam inquired, pulling up a seat next to him.
"Please don't." Kurt turned, beginning to sort out papers.
"You've been acting this way for the weeks, Kurt. I'm starting to worry for you."
"Well don't, nobody asked you to care for me, I'm fine," Kurt lashed out, immediately regretting it, "I'm sorry, I just haven't gotten enough sleep lately," Kurt apologized.
Adam moved in closer, putting a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Do you know why?" he asked, with an expression of genuine worry on his face. Kurt was shocked at Adam suddenly touching him, even worse, he was actually enjoying being touched, even if it was by someone else.
"I've just been having bad dreams, I guess," Kurt replied, looking away to hide his blushing face.
"Kurt, look at me," Adam said, taking Kurt by the chin to face him, "You can come to me for anything, you know that right?" Kurt had never realized the soft hue of brown that Adam's eyes possessed; he suddenly found himself getting lost in them.
"Kurt, you alright?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'll be working now, thanks," Kurt snapped himself out of his trance.
"Kurt, it's lunch break," he responded, giggling a bit, "Let me buy you lunch, you look like you're running on empty."
"Sure, that sounds alright."
Adam took Kurt by the hand, and they walked out. Kurt smiled for the first time in months as he held onto Adam's hand, tightening his grip, feeling safe and secure. "What's happening to me?" Kurt thought to himself, as he was being led.
"I can't believe you!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling his phone away from Eli's hands, "Why did you do that?"
"Relax babe, I just wanted to send him something nice," Eli said, obviously drunk.
Blaine curled up in his blanket, turning away from Eli. It had been the end of yet another one of their lustful nights. Eli drank from his champagne bottle and leaned towards Blaine for a kiss, Blaine refused.
"Aw c'mon babe, it's not like he's awake or anything, it's like four in the morning!" Eli pulled the blankets off of Blaine, taking pleasure at seeing his naked frame.
"Eli, you can't just take my phone and do that, you probably woke him up or something," Blaine replied.
"Why are you so worked about him, it's not like you've messaged him in weeks," Eli pulled Blaine into his arms, pushing their naked bodies against each other, "or called..." he began to mouth at Blaine's ear, "or texted..."
"Eli, stop, please," Blaine retorted, scooting away and pulling the blanket back over himself, "I'm not in the mood right now, he's probably going to furious with me for bothering him."
"Well, stop thinking about him," Eli scooted closer to Blaine again, this time placing himself over him, "You're with me now, and that's all that matters," he said, as he began to mouth at Blaine's neck.
Blaine pushed him off, getting out of bed and taking is phone with him, "Eli, seriously, stop. I'm really not in the mood right now." He turned to look at his phone again which displayed "4:13". A sense of worry and shame began to wash over him, and the feelings of regret and guilt soon came back.
Eli threw the sheets off him and jumped out of bed, approaching Blaine in a threatening manner. Blaine was caught by surprise as he attempted to retreat by walking to the other side of the room. Eli caught him and pushed him against a wall, an angry expression in his face that caused fear to rise in Blaine. "Now you listen here and listen good, don't you ever walk away from me like that, you hear?" he grabbed Blaine by the face and forced him to make eye contact, Blaine's eyes widening in fear.
"Eli, get off of me, please," Blaine softly spoke, fear causing his voice to quake.
"Listen here and you listen good, I don't want you to ever refuse me like that again, you hear?"
"Yeah, okay," Blaine's voice trembled, the feeling of security that he had felt with this man was destroyed. He no longer felt safe, he felt threatened, like he was trapped inside of a cage with a feral animal. He looked to his phone, slowly beginning to call the emergency line. Seeing this, Eli slapped the phone out of Blaine's hands, causing it to crash onto the ground, cracking the screen.
"What the hell was that!?" Eli raised his voice.
"I'm sorry, I-I just panicked, I didn't mean to," Blaine struggled to get the words out of his mouth as he mumbled through his ever growing terror. Eli threw Blaine onto the bed again, putting himself onto him, blocking his escape.
"Eli, please, I want to go home," Blaine's quivered as tears began to form in his eyes.
"No, you don't want to go home yet," Eli responded, beginning to mouth at Blaine's neck.
Blaine felt a mix of disgust and sheer terror as this man forced himself upon him. The touches and caresses that brought lust and pleasure to him now brought nothing but thoughts of doom and despair. "Oh god, what I can't move, what if he tries to kill me?" Blaine thought to himself, his heartbeat racing, "I've got to get out." Eli had begun to stroke Blaine's length, causing him to shudder, this time not in ecstasy, but in pure repulsion. Eli moved from Blaine's neck to his lips, preventing him from making any noise.
Blaine held onto the sheets, feeling his hands begin to shake. He closed his eyes, hoping that Eli would grow bored and the traumatic event would be over. Suddenly, Blaine heard an object vibrating beneath them, on the ground. He soon realized it was his phone as he was the light shine from the portion of the screen that was not cracked. His eyes managed to catch a glimpse of the text that spread across the screen. Blaine's heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar name that lit up his phone; it was Kurt.