Nightmare
It's a nightmare. He knows it's a nightmare. But he can't get out and it feels too real.
He's running. There is no one behind or before him. There is no ground. There is no sky. Nothing.
He's running. His muscles hurt. He doesn't know for how long he's been running or how long he'll have to keep running until he reaches his destination. He doesn't know if there's a destination to get to.
He knows he can't stop running. He doesn't know why. He just feels the need, the necessity to run until he gets there-
Or maybe there really is nowhere to get. Maybe he has to keep running forever. Or maybe he's simply not running to, he's running from.
It's not dark, it's black. He's not sure if he's not seeing or there's nothing to see. He doesn't know if the difference matters. He doesn't know if he matters, him running like this and not knowing a single thing.
Maybe he isn't supposed to know. Maybe this is what he's supposed to be, blind and ignorant.
Suddenly there's something. Something that's disconnected, unrelated to this darkness, to this nightmare…
Yes, it's a nightmare. Blaine realizes it now. He stops running. He stands.
There's something… something…
Blaine jerks awake. It's his phone, buzzing with a call that's already missed by the time he can make his hand move towards the enlightened screen.
It's a call from Kurt. He clears his throat self-consciously before calling back.
"Hi, sweetie. Were you asleep? I didn't mean to bother…"
"It's okay," he says, and suddenly it is. It's okay. There's light in his pitch black state of mind. There's an island of peace in the quiet insanity. There's knowledge in the middle of all the illiteracy.
Kurt just says he loves him, and that's all he needs for it to be okay.