AN: So how our the boys fairing home alone. This would take place the same night as the previous drabble. Inspired by lyrics from "My Immortal" by Evanesence
I'm just about to fall asleep, knowing that my mom and Burt are in Washington for the next few days has made it a difficult task tonight, when a familiar scream cuts through the otherwise quiet night. Like I did the first time I heard it not long after we moved into the house, I climb from my bed. The difference this time is that I know the source of the scream is from one of Kurt's nightmares and that this time Burt isn't there to go comfort him.
Navigating my way to my stepbrother's room in the dark, I'm not sure what I'll find. The first time I had heard Kurt scream out like that, I had met Burt in the hall and he had sent me back to my room. After that, though it usually woke me up, I would let Burt handle it, often hearing his retreating footsteps long after the initial scream.
Reaching the room, I flipped on the lights. Kurt was thrashing around in the bed, already tangled in his sheets. Damp bangs clung to his forehead. Not completely sure what I should do, I crossed slowly over the bed. Though he's mumbling something in his restless sleep, I can't make out what it is. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I reach out to touch his shoulder.
Kurt jolts awake at the touch, and is immediately backing away from me, looking around the room fearfully.
"Hey Kurt, it's just me. It's Finn," I say calmly, hoping to calm him down some, while wishing that Burt was here. I feel like a fish out of water, not really sure what to do to comfort my stepbrother.
I see recognition register in his eyes briefly before Kurt is throwing his arms around me. Getting over my surprise at the action, I tentatively return the hug. I can feel him shaking beneath my grasp an wonder what I should do. Should I try to get him to talk about it? What did Burt say to him at times like this? This is so out of my realm of experience and I find myself wishing our parents were here instead of in Washington.
"It's going to be okay," I tell him. At least that is something that I can assure him of, because even if I have to sit with him all night, I know I'm not leaving Kurt's side until he isn't shaking like a leaf in my arms. Whatever the nightmare was about, it clearly has him upset.
Kurt doesn't respond to my assurance and I decide not to press him to talk. Hopefully me just being here will be enough to chase his fears away.