Day 3: Sh Boom – The Chords
Possible TW for passing allusion to the canon event of Blaine being attacked at the Sadie Hawkins' Day dance. No actual description of violence.
The first time Blaine has the dream, he is eight years old. He is at a playground which he's never been to before but which he somehow knows. There are several children around, running and playing, but they're all a bit fuzzy and he cannot make out their faces. Only one child is clear – a boy sitting motionless on a swing several yards away. Despite the distance, Blaine can see him perfectly. The boy is staring down at his shoes, but Blaine can tell that he is about his own age, with pale skin and soft brown hair. Blaine approaches the boy, needing to be near, but not sure why. He stops in front of him and says, "Hello."
The boy lifts his head, and Blaine is struck by two things: first, that he has the bluest eyes Blaine has ever seen, and second, that those eyes look sad that Blaine wants to cry. "Hello," the boy responds in a voice that sounds much farther away than it should. Blaine reaches a hand out towards him and…he wakes up.
The dream leaves an impression on his young mind. Every time his mother takes him to the playground after that, his eyes search for the pale, sad boy from his dream, though he knows he won't be there.
It will be years before he dreams of the boy again.
At the age of fourteen, Blaine sleeps fitfully on many nights. Shadowy dreams and vivid memories of angry hands and pain often startle him awake. But this night, he dreams that he is standing the middle of a large stage. The theater seats before him are all empty, and there is a single spotlight shining down upon him. He hears footsteps approaching from his right side and turns to see a boy walking towards him. The boy is about his own age, and despite the changes in appearance, Blaine instantly knows that it is the boy from the playground. The boy comes to a stop in front of him, and reaches out a hand. "Hello," he says, in a voice both lilting and strong. "Hello," Blaine answers, raising his hand to meet the one offered. Just as their palms are about to touch, he wakes up.
The night before Blaine leaves for New York to begin his freshman year of college, he dreams of the boy once more. This time, he is sitting on a lawn in a wide, open space. Central Park, perhaps, but he isn't certain. It doesn't matter. He watches a variety of people doing the things people do in parks – running, biking, walking dogs on leashes or babies in strollers. While he can see them plainly, their features are blurred and it is hard to differentiate one person from another. Well, except for one. Sitting beside him on a blanket is a boy – a young man, more accurately. The same soft brown hair is now upswept in a sleek style. The skin is still pale, but the features are sharper and more mature. The blue eyes of the eight-year-old on the swing are as remarkably blue, but they shine with warmth now. "Hello," the young man says with a smile. "Hello," Blaine says, waking up immediately.
His first day of class is bustle and noise, and he hopes the feeling of being completely overwhelmed will subside sooner rather than later. As he makes his way to his last class, he glances down at his phone to read a message. Distracted, he bumps into another person, causing books and phones and bags clatter to the floor. As they both stoop to collect their items, Blaine looks up, an apology forming on the tip of his tongue. The words die, however, when he is met with a pair of achingly familiar blue eyes set in striking features beneath a head of perfectly styled brown hair.
The young man looks as stunned as Blaine. Leaving their belongings on the ground, both stand up, now only a few inches away from one another. Blaine's heart is pounding in his ears and the entire world feels as though it has shifted a few inches to the side, but before he can put too much thought into it, he extends a hand. "Hello," he says, a quiver in his voice.
The man's eyes flick down and back up again. He lets out a small sigh as his lips tilt up into a smile. Blaine isn't sure that his heart will be able to handle it if he wakes up now. But this time, he feels the unmistakable sensation of a firm yet gentle grasp of a hand in his own.
"Hello…again," the man says. "My name is Kurt."
A/N: Thank you for all of the kind words so far. I'll reply to every comment soon. My thanks also to those who left kudos or who simply took time out of their day to read my work so far.