A/N: Haha. No. We can't do this. We did it wrong - we should've woken up and immediately started, but we didn't, and we've almost been up for 24 hours anyway at the moment and stuff, so we're going to give you 7 fics right now, and in 7 hours we'll be back.

"Kurt…Kurt please, I don't like this. I don't want to. Please…please!"

Kurt just grinned at him sweetly, taking his hand. "Calm down. We're jumping together."

Blaine didn't dare look down – his eyes were so tightly shut he was afraid his eyelids would meld into his cheeks. Kurt's hand was comfortingly patronising, tugging him closer to the edge. He just shook his head, grounding himself and bending his knees, staying back.

"Come on." Kurt pleaded. "For me?"

Those famous words broke Blaine, and he gave a feeble nod, and suddenly they were running, jumping and flinging themselves over the edge of a bridge. They lived together, and they would die together.

But then the bungee cords formed and snapped, retracting their bodies. Blaine cried in pain – his hips feeling as if they were ripping in half, and Kurt's voice floated into his head.

"Blaine…Blaine? Are you…are you high? You're…you're as high as a kite…"

"I'd never do drugs." He protested – but everything was dark – there was nobody to protest to.

Where did Kurt go? Blaine didn't know – Blaine didn't care. The pain in his hips was gone and now he was stumbling alone, across the top of a building.

He looked down and his head spun violently – the little people at the bottom were ants – dots – without personality and without faces.

Suddenly he was falling, spiralling out of control and falling into a pit of darkness. He was terrified, crying out for someone – anyone to help him, but suddenly he handed, and he was in Kurt's arms.

His eyes opened, and he was in Kurt's arms – in the middle of their bed. Kurt was wide-eyed and shaky, staring at Blaine with horror.

"Wha…" he whispered, his voice raspy.

Tears were making steady tracks down his face and he only just noticed, brushing them away and staring at his wet hand in wonder.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, nuzzling him gently. "What happened?"

It was early dawn, and the blankets were all on the floor.

"I…I don't…what…?" Blaine whispered.

"You were…thrashing in your sleep…you were so upset and you wouldn't wake up…" Kurt whispered worriedly, cuddling him closer. "I…I tried to hug you, but you wouldn't let me. You kept talking about being high, and that you didn't want to be high…"

Blaine flushed. "I was having a nightmare…" he whispered, and Kurt swallowed hard.

"What about?"

"Heights." He whispered. "I don't like them."

Kurt watched him, waiting for an explanation, but there was none.

"I just…I really don't like heights."

A/N: Yeah, so...sorry about that. We'll continue tinychatting when we wake up.