Kurt couldn't sleep for many reasons. He could not sleep because he was part of the seven victims and he could very well be next. He couldn't sleep because the murderer could be blackmailing his friends and family behind his back. He couldn't sleep because every time he closed his eyes he saw the dead body of victim number two.

He rolled over in the dark room towards the window and checked his phone. It was already 2 in the morning. He sighed puffing his bangs up in the air. His bangs fluttered back down into his forehead and tickled his sensitive skin. He inched lightly at his forehead that ran his fingers through his hair causing it to stick up on his head.

He tried closing his eyes hoping for sleep to overcome him. He felt his body to start to a dizzying drop into dreams when a sudden bang awoke him. His eyes flew open and automatically landed on a black mass standing in the shadow.

Before he could even scream he grabbed the top blanket and flew out of the room and down the hall towards Blaine's room. He maneuvered quickly through the dark hallways and slammed his fist of Blaine's door.

"Blaine!" he called out, desperate to no longer be alone. He heard random sounds behind making his pulse quicken. “Blaine! Please open the door!”

He heard sounds getting closer to him. He wrapped the blanket around his body and pressed his back against the door. Come on Blaine wake up, he thought, as he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

Kurt heard the lock click behind him and a sleepy Blaine opened the door. Kurt fell into him, and pushed him back into the room. He slammed the door shut and locked it. He turned around and leaned against the door breathing heavily.

Blaine wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was wearing a pair of green and black flannel pajama pants, the top of his boxers peaking out. Kurt couldn’t help but stare at his boyfriend’s toned naked chest.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked after a few moments. Blaine stared at Kurt whose hand clutched his chest where his heart is located. Kurt looked terrified. His face was pale and Blaine could see the sheen of sweat dotting his hair line. His hair was sticking up in all different directions and his oversized sweatshirt hung off one shoulder, exposing his defined collar bone and upper arm. His pajama pants hung low on his hips leaving a strip of pale skin unprotected from the cold air. The blanket he used to clutch around his shoulders was abandoned on the floor around his feet where he hastily tried to get into the room.

“Blaine!” Kurt whispered desperately. He whipped his head back to make sure the dark shadow wasn’t behind him.

“Kurt, is there a reason why you are pounding on my door at 2:30 in the morning?” Blaine asked seriously, he was not angry, no, not at all. He was merely curious what could have made Kurt so scared.

“I saw something.” Kurt said in a whisper, his voice was so quiet and delicate. His big blue eyes moving across every little thing in the room…searching.

“Kurt you’re shaking.” Blaine said noticing the tremors going through Kurt’s skinny body.

“I…I…Blaine…I heard something…and then I saw this b-black mass…and I…”

“Shh. Kurt come on let’s sit on the bed, you don’t look too good.” Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt’s hand, but he was shocked when Kurt flinched away, his nervous eyes still searching the room. “Kurt you’re safe, its okay.”

Blaine rubbed Kurt’s hand in between his. He bent down and picked up the blue blanket by Kurt’s feet. He wrapped it around Kurt’s shoulders and then gently lead him to his bed. Once he was sitting with his back leaning against the wall Blaine let go of his hand. Kurt’s fingers protested grabbing onto Blaine’s pajama bottoms.

Blaine studied Kurt’s face looking for any kind of answer that would explain his boyfriend’s state. “Have you slept at all tonight?”

Kurt shook his head no. Blaine sighed, he knew he shouldn’t have let Kurt try to sleep alone, especially after the traumatic night they just had. Blaine gently moved his hand to Kurt’s knee and squeezed it lightly.

“I’ll be right back.” He said quietly getting off the bed and walking towards the door.

“Wait! Blaine! Where are you going? You can’t go out there…you can’t leave me here all alone!” Kurt begged his eyes going wide, his hands now clutched desperately at Blaine’s pants.

“Kurt…please you’ll be fine. I’m just going to the kitchen, I’ll be right back.” Blaine explained trying to pry Kurt’s fingers off of the fabric of his pants. “You can come with me if you want.” he offered.

Kurt looked over to the door across the dim room. He looked back over to Blaine his eyes full of worry.

Blaine cupped Kurt’s cheek, “Kurt there is nothing out there, I promise. There isn’t anything in my apartment. You can stay in here, I’ll be right back. It will only take three minutes tops.”

“Ok.” Kurt said in a small voice his fingers releasing Blaine’s pants.

“Three minutes.” Blaine repeated softly walking out the door. He turned on the living room light and walked towards the kitchen. He took the milk out of the fridge and found two mugs. He placed the mugs of milk in the microwave and waited for them to heat up. Hopefully this will help calm Kurt. The other day, when he was talking about how much he misses his family, he told Blaine how whenever he was upset or scared he would heat up milk. Apparently the milk soothed him, and reminded him of his mom.

When the milk was finished heating up Blaine walked slowly back into his room trying not to spill two mugs he held, one in each hand. He walked into the dim lighted room and placed both mugs on his night side table. Kurt was now laying down under Blaine’s comforter, his head resting on one of Blaine’s pillows. He had the blankets pulled up close to his chin and his eyes looked as if they struggled to stay open.

“Kurt I brought you some warm milk.” Blaine said sitting on the side of the bed. Kurt moved over on the queen size bed so that Blaine could scoot in next to him. They both sat up a little so that they could drink their delicious treat. Kurt pressed into Blaine’s side and sipped his drink merrily.

“You’re awesome.” Kurt smiled his eyes drooping slightly.

“Thanks. Are you okay?” Blaine asked, knowing that a simple question could not solve all of their problems. “I mean did the milk help calm you a little?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Blaine asked.

“There isn’t much to talk about. I heard a noise and when I looked up I saw something. I’m really tired, we had a long night that’s probably it.” Kurt said sounding a lot more calm now.

“Kurt this is serious. I’m not sure if you saw the same thing I saw, but you were freaking out. This whole case has started to take a toll on you mentally. I don’t think that you will be fine until this is all over-”

“When I’m dead?” Kurt asked cutting Blaine off mid sentence.

“No of course not. I’m not going to let you die Kurt. There are so much people in your life that cares about you and that won’t let you die either. You just have to trust them and tell them everything. I promise everything will be okay.”

“That’s a big promise to keep, Blaine. What if you can’t keep it?” Kurt asked.

“I’ll make sure I can.”

“You’re only one person.”

“You could have more than one person if you just let people in, Kurt.” Blaine took his and Kurt’s mugs that were now empty and placed them back on the night stand. He scooted down under the blankets so that he was in a lying position and then held the blankets up for Kurt to come under too.

Kurt curled up against Blaine resting his head on Blaine’s bare chest.

“Kurt…I can’t be the only one keeping all of these promises. Promise that you will let people in…tell people other than me about what is going on…please Kurt.”

Blaine waited in silence as he felt Kurt’s slow breathes ghost across his chest. Kurt moved so that his lips were right near the hollow part of Blaine’s warm neck. He placed a small kiss to Blaine’s neck and then lifted himself so that he was facing Blaine’s face.

Blaine licked his lips as Kurt moved closer to him.

“I promise.” Kurt whispered before he pressed his lips to Blaine’s.