Blaine knocked on the door to Kurt's house. It was a warm afternoon, and they were planning on just spending the day together, not really having any plans in particular. No one came to the door. Having been to Kurt's house hundreds of times, he let himself in to see why Kurt hadn't answered the door. "Kurt?" he called quietly. No response. He crept up to Kurt's room and gently pushed the door open. His heart melted at the sight before him: Kurt was curled up on his side on his bed, sound asleep, just resting. He smiled and quietly approached his bed. He gently ran the back of his fingers across Kurt's cheek.
Kurt's lashes fluttered slightly, and then opened. "I was just resting my eyes," Kurt said, sleep heavy in his voice.
"Sure you were," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled. "Sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." He almost sounded guilty.
"Care to tell me why?" Blaine asked. He sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.
Kurt tried to sit up, but Blaine pushed him back down and ran his fingers through his hair. "I can tell you're tired," Blaine said.
"I've been having these weird dreams lately," Kurt confessed.
"What about?" Blaine asked.
"Um, about things happening to us, well, you," Kurt said quietly. "At night, I can't stop thinking about your Sadie Hawkins story, and I guess it follows me into my dreams," Kurt said.
"I'm so sorry." Blaine now felt so guilty.
"It's not your fault." Kurt put his hand on top of Blaine's. "You don't control my subconscious."
"I'll tell you what, you go back to sleep and I'll stay here and make sure nothing bad happens," Blaine whispered.
"That sounds nice," Kurt replied. Kurt closed his eyes and slept for hours.
Blaine stayed the whole time, rubbing his back and protecting him from the horrors of his past.