Day 10: Last Night on Earth – Green Day
You are the moonlight of my life
Every night
Kurt had never been what one would call a "good sleeper." He could recall being a small child and terrified of the dark, imagining movements in the shadows or monsters under the bed. It was his father who had the idea of a night light – a small plastic crescent moon that plugged into the wall and cast a faint glow over the room. His dad told little Kurt that the light would protect him and give him pleasant dreams. Kurt trusted his dad, and his room became less scary.
As a teen, Kurt came to dread the dark for different reasons. He wasn't afraid of fictional monsters this time. No, he had real foes of flesh and blood who stalked him by day and whose intentions haunted him at night. In the dim quiet of his room, he would toss and turn, as if the physical movement could break him free of the fears that kept him awake. One evening, as he rooted through a drawer for something he'd lost, he found his old night light. He brushed his fingers over the curve of its moon shape, smiling wistfully at how much simpler things were when he was small.
The soft light burned again in Kurt's room that night.
Blaine was a beam of sunshine in Kurt's life. He felt it from the first moment their hands touched. Blaine was warmth and light, exuberance and hope. But at night? At night, Blaine was the moonlight. He was the soft glow that illuminated the dark corners, reflecting the goodness and light in the world to help Kurt see that there was nothing to fear. With Blaine by his side, Kurt's heart was safe. There may still be monsters from time to time, but Kurt didn't need to face them alone.
The night light rested in the back of the drawer once more. Kurt climbed into bed beside Blaine, closed his eyes, and slept well.