"Kurt." Diane whispered at a barely even audible tone.
"Hm-huh-what?" Kurt asked raising his head like he had been caught sleeping in class by his 7th grade language arts teacher.
Diane cringed as she heard another roll of thunder and then the room brightened up by the flash of lightning outside the house.
"What's wrong?" Kurt was still in a half sleepy daze.
"Uh-nothing." She told him, lying through her teeth.
"Don't lie. You woke me up for some reason." Kurt was now fulling awake and pulled himself up into a sitting position so that he could look at Diane. He flicked on the side table lamp and she was there wide eyed and curled up, the blanket half over her head.
Diane wasn't going to admit her fear of thunderstorms at night. they could be in the middle of the day, dusk, or dawn. Just not at night.
"Are you scared of thunderstorms?" Kurt asked as he turned the lamp back of and sank back into the bed sheets and then took his arms and wrapped them around Diane.
He felt her head nod slightly against his chest.
"I won't go to sleep until you are asleep." Kurt told her as he rubbed her back softly.