OMG I'M SO SORRY! It's been nearly three weeks, and this chapter is so short! I feel so bad!

But anyway, this fic will start going back to the shorter chapters like I planned it to be. The drabbles will also sometimes jump around a lot, But there's still more to come! AND after this is done I'll be accepting prompts! For now, I'll start going back to my weekly updates. Hope you enjoy!

The Sleeping

Kurt petted the smooth, angelic features of Blaine's face as he slept soundly on Kurt's chest. Blaine looked so relaxed, so calm, and Kurt's heart warmed at the sight. How could anyone hurt such a gentle, loving face? Kurt would never be able to think of a reason.

Blaine blinked his eyes awake to find Kurt petting his hair a while later. The action seemed odd to Blaine at first, but who was he to complain? It felt absolutely amazing.

"I'm not a puppy, you know," he whispered. Kurt started at the sound of Blaine's voice, but continued to softly stroke through the older boy's curly hair.

"I beg to differ. I can practically see your tail wagging from over here."

Blaine laughed into Kurt's shirt. "You're so weird."

"Do you feel a bit better?" Kurt asked.

Blaine contemplated the question. Though slightly corny when he thought about it, the ache in his chest wasn't so much a loud, angry roar anymore. But more of a soft buzzing noise. The feeling wasn't gone, but it wasn't completely present either. He felt drained, but…in a good way, after letting out all he's been holding in for so long.

"I feel okay, to put it simply," Blaine finally admitted. "I guess I would feel better if I knew whether I killed Eric last night or not."

"He's fine," Kurt assured. "My dad called me while you were sleeping. Eric isn't pressing charges because he's being fined for destroying your car."

This made Blaine frown. Sure, Blaine thought, Eric deserved to be fined for destroying his one form of transportation, but Blaine didn't deserve to go unpunished for breaking his arm, did he?

"I know what you're thinking, so stop." Kurt stopped his hand from rubbing Blaine's head. "It was self-defense, Blaine, and the police know that. There was enough witnesses' kind enough to tell the truth. You're fine."

"But his arm-"

"-Will be fine in six weeks."

Blaine sighed and decided not to dwell on something he clearly had no control over. Sure, he still felt very guilty about Eric's arm, and was shocked that enough people were willing to speak up for him. But there was nothing he could do.

And it was all in the past, right?

Blaine couldn't sleep in his own bed for the rest of the week, or the week after.

Instead, he slept in the Hummel's guest bedroom which Mr. Hummel was more than happy to let him sleep in after Kurt explained Blaine's predicament. Blaine was also more willing to sleep there once he found out Kurt's bedroom was right next to his.

He still had nightmares, though. Yet they weren't the ear-splitting-screaming kind of dreams anymore. Blaine figured it was because he didn't have the weight of his house pressing down on his heart while he slept. But the dreams were still terrifying at times, and somehow Kurt just knew when he's dreaming of something awful. Or he could hear his whimpers of fright through the wall. Either way, he goes into the guest room – no matter the hour – to see if Blaine's okay, and lies with him the rest of the night.

Soon, Blaine felt so welcome he started to have dinner with the Hummels' almost every night. He helped Carol cook, talked to Burt about football, and eventually became used to calling them by their first names like they kept telling him to.

Finn continued to act cold towards him, probably even more than he was before because he broke a guy's arm. Or maybe he just didn't like Blaine.

But still, while he's there, Blaine spent most of his time sleeping. He slept on the couch when he's watching TV with Kurt, sleeps in the guest room so late on weekends that Burt would have to come wake him up because his lunch was ready, and sometimes he even fell asleep during dinner when his attempts at trying to sleep in his own home didn't work out too well. Kurt silently thought it was pretty adorable when he heard Blaine's puppy snores from across the table. Eventually Blaine just stopped trying, and slept at the Hummels' every night.

After nearly three weeks of the same routine, Blaine couldn't remember the last nightmare he had, and it was all because of Kurt and his wonderful family. Blaine was so happy all the time that it got to the point where he considered going back to sleeping in his own home. But he didn't want to. He wanted to be with Kurt, and only Kurt.

As long as fate would let him.

I know this is SOOOOO short. And went by quick. But there's more to come by next week! I swear! Please review!