AN: This goes along with the other Furt drabble about nightmares. Apparently Kurt and his nightmares is an inspiring topic for me. Hope you're not getting bored with this type of drabble.
Hearing the doorbell, he headed for the front door. Glancing through the peep hole he saw two police officers standing on the front steps. With a sinking feeling, he opened the door knowing he wasn't going to like what the officers had to tell him.
"Are you, Kurt Hummel?" one of the officers asked.
"Yes."
"I'm afraid we have some bad news. Your father and step-mother's flight to D.C. went down over Pennsylvania. There were no survivors."
"No. Please, no. You're lying," he found himself saying, not wanting to believe the news even as he felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks.
"Kurt, wake up, dude."
Finn's command was followed by a gentle shake of his shoulder. Opening his eyes, Kurt saw the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. In the light of the lamp, he saw a concerned look on his stepbrother's face as Finn sat on the edge of his bed. Feeling something damp on his cheek, he reached up and hand to wipe it away.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked.
"You have a nightmare every time mom and Burt head for D.C. so I've sort of taken to hanging out in here most of the night."
"I do not," Kurt protested, though he knew it wasn't true. Though the nightmares didn't usually wake him up, both times that they had, Finn had been there when he woke up. The other times he awoke in the morning trying to shake off the vividness of the dreams.
"You do," Finn said, calmly. "I try not to wake you up, but you were crying this time. Want to talk about it?"
Kurt shook his head. He had no desire to repeat the events of his nightmare. All he wanted to do was forget about it. He glanced toward his alarm clock and saw it was a little after midnight. His father's flight would have landed four hours ago. If it had gone down, surely they would have known about it by now.
"If you ever change your mind, I'm willing to listen no matter what time it is," Finn said softly before getting to his feet.
Kurt felt his chest tighten in panic. He didn't want to talk about the nightmare but he didn't want to be left alone right now either.
"Finn, can you stay? At least for a little bit?" he asked, hoping that his request didn't come out as shaky as he felt.
Finn, nodded as he sat back down on the edge of his brother's bed. Silently he reached out and grasped Kurt's hand in his, applying gentle pressure to it. He hoped eventually Kurt would share his fears with him, but until then Finn would offer whatever comfort he could even if it meant he lost sleep because of it.