"Are you going to get that?" Puck mumbled from his bed, in response to the pounding on our hotel room door.
"Why don't you?" I replied, taking the pillow out from under my head and hiding under it.
"You're the leader."
The pounding continued. Sighing, I climbed from the bed and over to the door. Peeking through the peep hole, I saw Quinn out in the hallway. As Kurt was rooming with her, I felt instantly awake and pulled open the door.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, quickly.
"You need to come talk to Kurt or something. He's woke me up three times screaming but he refuses to talk to me."
I sighed. One of the first things I had learned after our parents got married was that Kurt suffered from nightmares. Though some of them seemed completely random, stressful situations were almost guaranteed to bring one on.
"Let me get my key card," I told her, turning from the door.
A few moments later I was following Quinn down the hallway to the room she was sharing with Kurt. Following Quinn into the room, we found that Kurt had abandoned the bed and was sitting in one of the chairs by the window.
"You didn't have to get, Finn," Kurt said looking in our direction. "I won't wake you up again. I'm just going to stay up."
Quinn looked at me with a combination of sympathy and worry on her face.
"Kurt, you need some sleep before our performance tomorrow."
"I give up. Every time I close my eyes I see something going wrong during our performance. No, it's better if I just stay up," Kurt told me with a stubborn defiance.
"Then I guess I'm staying up with you," I informed him, walking over to the window and sitting down in the chair across the table from him.
"You don't have to," Kurt told me. I could tell by looking at him that he felt guilty about me staying up.
"Like I'm going to be able to sleep while I'm worried about you."
Kurt sighed. I could tell I was breaking through his defenses. Not letting up, I moved my chair next to his and sat down next to him.
"Tell me what has you so worried. It may help keep the nightmares from disturbing your sleep," I tell him quietly, aware that though Quinn is trying to be unobtrusive that she is still in the room.
Finally, Kurt starts telling me why he is so worried about our performance tomorrow. About how he's worried if we don't do well everyone will blame him because he had spent part of the season with the Warblers. About the three nightmares that he's had so far tonight, two of them including Karofsky even though the former bully wasn't even in New York.
Though I know my efforts are lame at best, I try to offer him support. Reassure him that everything is going to be fine tomorrow. By the end I have my arm across his shoulders and Kurt's head is resting heavily on my shoulder. When I don't get a response from my last question, I look down to find that Kurt had fallen asleep.
Being careful not to wake him, I move him from the chair to the bed and tuck him in. Taking the extra pillow from Kurt's bed and the comforter that Quinn isn't using, I make myself a makeshift bed with the chairs. It won't be the most comfortable place to sleep but I'll be nearby if another nightmare should disturb Kurt's sleep.