A/N: Mm. I've got neck problems and haven't been sleeping, so I've just been writing. *sigh* Going to the Doctors today, but whatever. This chapter is set in an AU, so Kurt and Blaine haven't met. But you'll probably figure that out over the course of reading :P

Rating: G/K

Kurt was restless. He'd been tossing and turning most of the night, and he couldn't seem to find sleep. He was uncomfortable - the pillows he used seem to be forming in the opposite way that Kurt's neck was made. He heaved a sigh and sat up, burying his face into his hands. It had been like this for a while.

He got up silently from the bed, making sure to avoid the creaky floor-board that sat behind his chair. He slipped into it, staring at his face in the mirror. He let out the tiniest, quietest whimper at his reflection. Dark circles hid beneath his red eyes, and he didn't realise he was squinting. He was so tired.

He let out a disgruntled moan, tears forming in his eyes. All he wanted was sleep. He stared at his digital clock. It was only one in the morning. Too early to have a shower. Someone would notice. He rubbed at his eyes with a small sigh. Maybe he could invest in sleeping tablets? Kurt stretched, wincing as his back cracked, and stood up.

Creeping silently towards the door, he opened it and poked his head out. The hallway was dark and silent, almost creepily so. Pushing down the fear that rose in his chest (so what if he was the tiniest bit afraid of the dark), he quickly stepped down the hallway to the staircase, descending two steps at a time. He paused at the bottom, listening carefully. All was clear.

The medicine box was in the kitchen, and he tiptoed over, careful not to run into the cupboard door that Finn always left open. Reaching up on his tiptoes, he pulled the box from the upper cupboard and rummaged through it. Cold and Flu tablets made you drowsy. That was something, right? He sighed, knowing he couldn't take them at one in the morning – he'd never get up.

He needed something to occupy his mind though. Something to kill time. He could go for a walk? His phone was on charge in the kitchen, and he retrieved it, stuffing it into his shirt pocket. He contemplated going back upstairs to change, but he figured it would make too much noise. His pyjama's weren't that weird, anyway.

The front door was creaky, but Kurt slipped through without it making too much noise. The air was crisp out here – pleasant and calming. It almost made Kurt want to go back in and try his hand at sleeping again. But no, he was out here now. He slipped some boots on, trying to ignore how much they didn't go with his pjs, and started down the footpath to the park at the bottom of his street.

Kurt shivered a little and glanced around. The park was dark and foreboding; the streets were daunting and glared at him, daring him to go down. He didn't like either choice, but he sighed and picked the park, crossing the road to the grass. It was almost misty as he made his way to the swings, his head tucked to his chest as he stared at the ground, his eyes burning with the urge to close.

Kurt froze, mid-step. He'd heard something. Someone. An intake of breath that was oddly out of place, even in such familiar surroundings. His head snapped up and he scanned the park, taking a small step back. Someone lay on the slides – a dark silhouette against the pale blue of the plastic.

"Hello."

The voice wasn't familiar, and Kurt panicked. Of course. The night he chose to go wandering around at night was the night some fucking rapist was out, looking for some idiot who was walking at night. Kurt couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't anything. He was going to die, he was sure of it.

"You okay?"

The gentle tone calmed Kurt considerably. A rapist wouldn't ask if he's okay, right? But still, it was a stranger. In a park. In the dark. At one thirty in the morning.

"Sorry." Kurt gushed.

"Sorry, I should…I'm…sorry." The person stood up, and Kurt blanched.

"You don't sound okay. Can I help?"

"N-No. I'm fine." Kurt backpedalled, stepping further back – right into a tree.

Since when had that been there? He stumbled over the roots and ended up on the ground, his panic rearing when the silhouette got closer.

"You okay now?" he asked gently, and Kurt whined.

"No."

The stranger sat on his haunches in front of Kurt – not quite close enough to touch or see.

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about. I'm sixteen, unarmed and I've got no motive. What about you?"

Despite being on the ground, covered in dirt and completely drained of energy, Kurt managed to smile.

"Thanks. And I'm fine."

"What are you doing out here then?" he asked.

Kurt stared at the silhouette, his eyes just managing to make out a few curly locks poking out of the dark form.

"Can't sleep. You?"

The other boy nodded. "Same. I come out here and wait until dawn most mornings. Or sleep against the slides when I'm tired enough."

Kurt shuffled back so he was comfortable against the tree. The stranger was awfully comfortable with him.

"So…" Kurt started awkwardly. "Do you go to school around here…I've probably seen you or…" Kurt trailed off.

"Not really around here" he said softly. "…I go to Dalton…"

"The...private school?" Kurt asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah." He replied, just as quiet as his other responses.

"Why so far away?" He let out a small sigh. "My old school was a hell-hole."

Kurt blinked a couple of times in understanding, looking at the ground. "Yeah…I can relate."

"Can I ask your name?" the stranger said softly after a few minutes, and Kurt bit his lip.

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt could practically hear the smile on the other boys' lips.

"Kurt. My name's Blaine. Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you."

Blaine repositioned himself, sitting more comfortably. Kurt was still a little apprehensive. He couldn't even see this guy. How could he break off the conversation, and leave without being rude?

^.^

Kurt blinked awake to someone shaking him. Someone. Blaine. A warm yellow glow cascaded over the park, and Kurt could finally see Blaine properly. His hair was curly – curly and dark, with hazel eyes and hilariously triangular eyebrows that sat on his face in a way that made his eyes look serious and soft. He searched Kurt's face.

"It's dawn Kurt. You should probably go home." Kurt blinked sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"You fell asleep." Blaine said softly, a small smile on his lips.

Kurt looked down at himself. He still had all his clothes on, his pants were still on properly, and he hadn't been robbed of his phone. That was a start.

"Blaine." Kurt said softly, and Blaine nodded.

"Yeah?" "Just…" Kurt yawned.

"Thanks. For waking me…and not leaving me in the park like an idiot."

Blaine smiled. "No worries."

Kurt stood up, stumbling a bit on the uneven ground. Blaine caught his arm, catching his gaze and grinning.

"Blaine…" Kurt said softly.

The other boy looked over at him, his tired eyes questioning him.

"Do you think I could have your number?" Blaine's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a grin.

Kurt handed over his phone and Blaine typed in his number, handing it back with a friendly grin.

"Talk to you later then?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "Thanks again…see you later Blaine."

The two of them parted ways, and Kurt found himself smiling as he made the trip back to his house, feeling like an idiot in his pyjamas. He'd just given his number to someone he met roughly four hours ago, after spending those four hours sleeping in front of them against a tree in the park. They always said first impressions can be tough. Kurt couldn't deny that the boy was cute…or the fact that he'd just had the best sleep he'd had all week.

A/N: I wrote it as an Anon on Tumblr for someone, figured I might as well post it here too.