So many of you guys wanted to know what's going on with the mobster!Blaine series, and on the last day of prompts week, I'm here to tell you nothing's over yet! I have much more plot for this series, don't you worry!
Also, I've decided to name it 'You're Taking Over Me'- as a tribute to the Evanescence song :)
Please enjoy part VI in this series!
Dream Me
Blaine rolled around the bed for a long time before he fell into light, restless sleep. Images and voices haunted his mind, the feeling of a pair of warm lips on his own, a hand holding his, a whisper, a touch, mixture of both.
Hi, Blaine.
He huffed. The voice was distant, twisted, yet so familiar, like he's heard it a thousand times before.
Nice jacket…
His smile, his smile was worth every bit of pain it took Blaine to get to New York. The simple compliment, the kindness of everything about him.
I never wanted to harass you…
A text message. He didn't reply. Why didn't he reply?
Rolling onto his back, his head swayed from side to side. He knew he was halfway to waking up, but the dream wouldn't leave. He felt like the blanket was swallowing him into the words, the hurt look in a beautiful boy's eyes as he ran away, not looking back.
Blaine jerked awake with a sharp inhale. His mouth tasted like the place where dreams come to die, he was soaked in sweat, and he really needed to pee. A glance towards the clock told him it was just a little past three in the morning.
Ugh.
He rolled out of bed with a grunt, steadying himself for a moment until the rush of dizziness faded away, and went to the bathroom.
Great. Just great. Not only he dreamt about Kurt Hummel again, but he also had morning wood. (It's not morning. For god's sake, it's three a.m.!)
He decided to brush his teeth as well as wash his face before he left the bathroom, shivering slightly at the cold water. Then he returned to his bed, feeling a little bit more refreshed and a little less like a ball of slime.
Curling under his blanket- god, that had to be his best investment ever, he loved it more than he liked most people- he grabbed his phone, typing two words and sending them to the contact that simply said 'Kurt'.
I'm sorry.
I just wrote the next part on a whim, so it'll probably go up tomorrow!
Thank you, lovelies, for this amazing week, as well as every week prior. In the words of two wise men- this has been a wonderful week, and with you in it, a wonderful life!