It was the week of the competition in Chicago and Blaine was excited to go. He had been to Ohio before, but the trip to such a large city sounded like fun. He had been back to classes the past two days and was feeling fine with the small exception of a recurring soreness at the site of the surgery. The calendar on the wall had red Xs, counting off the days until the competition. They had two days left.

“Im so ready for this!” he crowed as he got out of his Jaguar after Warbler practice.

“Im glad. I think its going to be a great time,” Kurt grinned. “Ive been to Chicago lots of times, so maybe we can find a few things to do while were there. They walked up the steps to the front door of the Anderson mansion, Blaine searching in his pocket for his keys. He came up with them and opened the door, waving Kurt in ahead of him.

They walked up the staircase, hand in hand, and sat down on the bed in Blaines room.

“Ive wanted to do this all day,” Kurt said, kicking off his shoes and pushing Blaine back on the bed, kissing him as he wrapped his arms around Blaines neck. Blaine kissed back, shifting so he was pressing himself on top of Kurt. It started passionately, both boys eager to do what they had merely daydreamed about all day.

Kurt was concentrating on kissing, taking time to run his hands down Blaines sides and to kiss along his jaw, detouring to his mouth before his lips made their way to his neck. Kurt was not the type to mark his boyfriend, he considered hickeys to be low-class and tacky. They had argued a bit over the first and only one Blaine gave Kurt, even though it was closer to his collarbone and not visible under his shirts. Kurt had not gotten too upset, but he did let Blaine know in no uncertain terms that they were not something Kurt wanted. Considering all the places Blaine was allowed to go with his tongue, he had taken Kurts wishes to heart and hadnt done it again.

Kurt could feel just how excited Blaine was – he was hard and rutting against Kurt as they kissed. Kurt was hard, too, and had been most of the afternoon. Warbler practice was the worst as he was in the second row and thus behind Blaine in formation. Blaine had taken off his blazer and Kurt could see that fine ass as they practiced the choreography for the competition. His cock had ached for an hour in the stuffy room, causing Kurt to make several mis-steps while trying to contain himself. No amount of picturing unpleasant images would make the heat leave, and so afterwards he had hurried them across the campus to the parking lot to Blaines car to get here for some privacy.

“Blaine, can we...maybe..ah...slow down a bit?” Kurt asked, still kissing his neck region. He had been getting worked up for this and now that the time was here, he wanted to take it slow and enjoy every minute.

“Okay,” his boyfriend agreed, slowing his rutting down to merely rubbing slowly. “Can we...lose the clothes?” Blaine asked, his eyes taking on that sad puppy look he found so useful in getting his way.

“Oh, no puppy eyes, mister. They do not sway me at all,” Kurt stated, althought he knew it was true. “I wanted to take my school uniform off anyway, so no, Im not letting you have your way because of the eyes.”

Blaine coughed trying to smother his own laughter.

“Okay, baby, if you say so,” he muttered, rolling his eyes in imitation of Kurt.

“Hey!” Kurt shouted. Blaine sat up, bringing Kurt with him and started to unbutton his shirt and slip off his tie. He was naked from the waist up in no time flat, setting the clothes beside himself on the bed. Then he reached for Kurt, pulling the boy onto his lap to finish getting his tie off and undoing the last few buttons. He began to kiss the naked skin in front of him, curling his arms around Kurt to bring him closer. His hands were warm on Kurts cool skin, moving slowly for a few moments just to feel the texture of the smooth skin.

“Ah...Bee...oh!” came out of Kurts mouth as he undid the button on Blaines slacks. Kurt froze as Blaine kissed just under his ear, licking and then nipping playfully.

“Look what youve done!” Kurt said in a mock horror-stricken voice, pointing to the goose-flesh on his arms and trying to keep his giggles from coming out. “This is not at all attractive.”

Blaine just laughed.

They played for a while, each kissing, mouthing, nipping to try and bring out the goose-flesh on the other. Blaine was licking down Kurts pectoral muscle and came to his nipple. He put his mouth over it and sucked gently, circling and rubbing the other one with his finger for a moment. Kurt gasped and gave Blaine a gentle love bite on his shoulder. He moaned, his hands tightening around Blaines wrists.

Taking that as encouragement, Blaine moved his hand to touch Kurts slacks, softly caressing Kurts cock through his pants. The moaning got louder and Kurt found himself sucking at a place on the tender skin of Blaines neck. He stopped, looking quickly to be sure he hadnt left a bruise. He didnt, but the sounds coming from Blaine were sinful.

Blaine stopped stimulating Kurt for a moment and reached to finish undoing his own pants and pull them off, followed by his briefs. Kurt did the same, folding his uniform slacks to set on the night table. Standing at the foot of the bed, Blaine just gazed at Kurts beautiful body, now on display in front of him.

Kurt had practiced perfect posture since he read his first Vogue magazine. He was not ashamed of his body and would copy the models he saw in the glamor magazine and now it was just subconscious to maintained a self-confident stature. It was second nature to him and didnt stop just because he was sitting or lying down.

He didnt even know he was doing it, but Blaines gaze on him pushed Kurt to make himself look his best, to preen and bring forth his best assets with a self-confidence that wasnt typical in a 17 year old school boy. That self-confidence was the sexiest thing Blaine had ever seen and he had to have his hands on Kurt. It was like a hunger, this drive to have Kurt – to take care of him, to love him, to earn his respect and love in return.

Blaine let himself down on his bed next to Kurt. He turned sideways to see Kurt and pulled the boy closer.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, Kurt,” he whispered, touching his boyfriend all over with his spread-out fingers. Kurt practically purred under the flattery. He knew he was not as good looking as Blaine claimed, but it was nice to hear the words.

“Come here, my love,” Kurt coaxed, patting the bed and Blaine rolled over to be closer to Kurt. He was pressing against Blaines naked body and gasping in surprise at how warm Blaines skin was. He pressed harder, anxious to feel every inch of that warm skin.

“Come? Ah...you want me to come?” Blaine teased him.

“You know what I meant, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt said, pretending to be tough and no nonsense. Blaine just giggled and rolled over on top of Kurt and pinning his hands above his head on the mattress. He leaned in for a romantic kiss.

They kissed for a while, enjoying the feel of warm skin touching warm skin. Then Kurt started to kiss down Blaines body, his hands busy caressing his boyfriend. Blaine moaned and whispered loving words to Kurt, meaning every one of them.

“Kurt...stop a second,” Blaine asked, his legs trembling as Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaines shaft.

Kurt stopped and looked up. Blaine moved to the side of the bed, rummaging in the drawer of the nightstand, then moving to look in the cubbyholes of the headboard. He found what he was looking for and came back, kissing Kurt as he popped open the top of the lubricant. Kurt watched as he dripped it onto his fingers and then gently pushed Kurt back to a lying position.

In between deep kisses, Blaine positioned his hand near Kurts shapely ass and whispered to him.

“Are you ready for this?”

Kurt jumped as Blaine accidentally brushed his cheek, but recovered quickly.

“I...I think so?” he sounded very unsure of himself.

“Ah...all you have to say is no, Babe, and I will respect that,” Blaine said. He wanted to move forward with what they were doing but he detected some hesitation in his boyfriend. He decided to ask and see what happened.

“We can stop here, Kurt. I dont want to push you. Just say the word..” Blaine said, believing he had made himself clear, but Kurt kept looking at him with puzzlement in his eyes.

“I...I dont know,” Kurt whispered, closing his eyes and turning his head away. He wanted to please Blaine, and he had liked all the things they had done so far – but this was something he was very afraid of. He hadnt told Blaine that and he was regretting not telling him now. Was this the time, when Blaine was poised to place his fingers when Kurt was so scared?

“You dont know? Havent you ever thought about it?” Blaine asked, “Or done it to yourself?”

Kurts eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

“Do it to myself? No! Why would I do that?” he asked, panic on his face.

Blaine looked at him in astonishment.

“Because it feels good.”

Kurt moved back without thinking.

“Ah...I never thought...ah...wait. Have you done it?” he asked.

“Yes. It feels good, Kurt. I know you masturbate, Ive seen you,” he smiled. “This is similar. Dont you want to try it? Arent you curious?”

Kurt backed up a little more. He glanced down to see he had gone flaccid.

“Maybe this isnt the right time, Blaine. I might need to think about it,” Kurt said. Blaine reached over to wipe his dripping hand on the towel hed set on the nightstand. He sighed.

“Do you want to go downstairs and get something to eat? Maybe talk a little about this?” he asked.

Kurt blushed. He didnt want to talk about it. He didnt want to think about it. He just wanted to have a yawning hole open in the floor for him to fall into and never come back. What kind of a boyfriend was he if he balked at something that most gay men found erotic and stimulating? Hed read about fingering, but never given very much thought about it at all. He looked back at Blaine and saw what he interpreted as frustration and irritation on his face. Kurt panicked.

He got off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. He sat down on the cold tile floor and let loose the tears that had been building up since he realized what Blaine wanted of him. He was sobbing so loudly that he didnt hear Blaine get up and sit on the other side of the door.

“Kurt? Baby?” he said, feeling so badly that he didnt know what to say. He hadnt thought that through and he was so upset with himself that he wanted to apologize to Kurt and make everything all right again.

Kurt just sat on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chin, his arms resting on them as he buried his face. How could he have freaked out? This was Blaine for gods sake. His boyfriend, his lover, his fucking soulmate. Damn it. How was he going to fix this when the very thought of opening the door had him shaking?

“Kurt, open the door, I just want to talk!” Blaine pleaded. He sat there for ten minutes, listening while Kurts tears and sobs failed to stop for even a moment.

“Kurt? Can you hear me?” No answer but a few hiccups.

“Youre going to catch cold. Im going down to the kitchen and make some hot tea. Please come out and at least put some clothes on, okay?” Blaine asked, but really, he didnt expect an answer. He got to his feet and went to the dresser, got out clothes and pulled them on. He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bathroom door once again.

“Im leaving now. I love you, Kurt.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt said, but he whispered it so quietly that Blaine didnt hear it.

With Blaine gone, Kurt realized how naked he was -and how cold. He was shivering. Standing up, he put his ear to the door and when he heard nothing, he opened the door and searched out some warm clothes: flannel-lined jeans and a cream long-sleeved henley, then added a cashmere sweater that Blaine had bought for him in a cornflower blue to match his eyes. He was out of socks for some reason, so he raided Blaines drawer and put on a striped multi-colored pair. The socks made him smile. Blaine always wore either no socks at all or some outlandish, bizarre colored or patterned socks. He had ones with lobsters on them, foxes, moose, and penguins. He had them in every shade in the crayon box. He had socks with toes, kind of like gloves for his feet. This cute quirk was just one more of the things Kurt loved so much about him.

He imagined he could smell the tea warming downstairs. He couldnt really, it was through at least three sets of doors and down a flight of stairs, but the idea of the comforting tea was enough to make him walk down to the kitchen.

Entering the large, homey kitchen, Kurt looked around. No Blaine. He could see that hed been there, making the tea because he hadnt put the things away. Maybe he was in the parlor? Or the music room? Kurt went to find him. He wasnt in the front parlor or the back, he wasnt in the music room. Oh, Kurt thought as he exited the blue room – he had to be in the place he found most comforting.

Walking down the hall, Kurt could smell the tea. It smelled like home and his grandmother. Reaching up to open the door to the library, he had such a feeling of comfort come over him he almost fell.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted, rushing to put his arm under Kurts to keep him from falling. He led the boy to the sofa and coaxed him to sit.

“Hey, are you okay?” Blaine asked, his face showing his deep concern.

“Blaine...you shouldnt have tried to help me! You just had major surgery!” Kurt shouted, so worried that he might have hurt Blaine that he didnt think to keep his emotions in check.

“Im fine, Kurt. Dont worry, I promise Im fine. How are you? Are you sick, baby?”

“No. I just...that smell. It smells like the tea Grandma used to make. That has to be Bewleys Gold Blend,” he said, leaning forward to pour first Blaine and then himself a cup. He saw the small pitcher sitting on the tea tray and raised his eyebrows, looking at Blaine.

“Milk?” he asked and Blaine nodded. Kurt poured the milk into his cup and added a generous amount of sugar. Taking the first sip, a wonderful feeling of comfort and peace came over him.

“How did you know? Where did you find Bewleys – in Ohio?” Kurt asked, still reeling in amazement.

“I asked your dad one of the first times we were visiting. I asked him what I could get you for a small present that had meaning for you. I meant to give it to you for Christmas, but I thought you needed it now,” Blaine explained. “I ordered it on line a few weeks ago.”

Blaine dared to touch him, his fingers resting lightly on the sweater-covered forearm. Kurt turned and smiled at him and fireworks went off inside of Blaine.

“So, can I expect colcannon and soda bread for supper?” Kurt kidded, naming two traditional Irish dishes. Blaine laughed, but the smile didnt reach his eyes.

“Kurt...Im so, so sorry. I hope you know I would never want to hurt you, or to make you uncomfortable. You know that, dont you?” Blaine asked. Kurt sat for a while, the heels of his hands pressing into his eyes as he tried to calm his anxiety and form a coherent answer.

“Yes...in my heart Im as sure of your love as I am of anything in this world, Blaine. I dont know what happened to me, or why I panicked. I dont...” Kurt put his head down and closed his eyes. How could he have messed up like this?

“Kurt...can I..can I hug you?” Blaine asked, so afraid hed be turned down.

“Yes,” Kurt said and turned towards his boyfriend, cuddling close to his side as Blaines strong arms went around his shoulders. If the tea hadnt calmed him enough, this closeness with Blaine did. He let out a sigh and snuggled closer, his arms around Blaines waist and his face buried in his neck.

“Are we okay?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah...yeah, we are.”

When the tea was done and Blaine had made them a light supper – just a salad and grilled cheese sandwiches with glasses of lemonade. They walked up the stairs and back to the bedroom. Kurt stopped – there on the bed was the bottle of lube and their clothes strewn among the messed up sheets. Blaine gasped. How could he have forgotten to clean this up?

“Kurt, lets go. Here...” he led the boy to another of the many rooms on this floor. He opened the curtains over the French doors and led Kurt to a chair. “Just...stay here and enjoy the garden for a few moments. Ill be right back.”

He was gone for quite a while, long enough for Kurt to find a lap quilt on one of the beds because in spite of his sweater he was chilly when the sky darkened. Although it was December, it had been an unseasonably warm winter so far this year. He watched the birds at the fountain, the peacocks strutting around the lawn, and a gray tiger-striped cat try to catch one of them. The poor cat was discovered and chased away by the birds punishing beak.

Blaine finally returned.

“Is...is everything okay?” he asked, seeming to expect the worse. He stood behind the chair, his arms rubbing Kurts shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.

“Of course! Well, not so much for that foolish cat that keeps chasing the peacocks, but otherwise...yes,” Kurt giggled.

The relief Blaine felt from just that little giggle was tremendous. He held out a hand and Kurt rose to go with him back to his jungle of a bedroom.

As Kurt had suspected, the room was clean and spotless. The bed made and covers pulled down for when they went to bed. A book was lying on the bed, the bookmark in place. They were still not done with The Fault In Our Stars.

“I think its my turn to read?” Blaine suggested. Kurt smiled and went to the dresser to pull out a pair of his pajamas – the ones with kittens chasing balls of yarn on them. Blaine was beside him, keeping with the theme and pulling out his own puppy chasing a ball on his. While most of the year they both wore silk for bed, it had turned colder at night outside and so flannel was called for.

To Blaines dismay, Kurt went into the bathroom and locked the door to change. Blaine felt guilty while he changed into his own pajamas, but there wasnt anything more he could do to try and repair their formerly easygoing relationship. Blaine counted himself lucky that Kurt was willing to lie in bed with him to read. He could see that he was going to have to go to extreme measures to win Kurts trust back.

The two boys lay on the bed, Blaine reading the final chapter of the book. Kurt was cuddled against him, his head cradled on Blaines shoulder and his arm over Blaines chest. Both boys were trying not to let the book upset them, but the sad death of Gus was affecting them more than either had anticipated.

“Life is so cruel sometimes,” Kurt lamented. He had thought the book would end on a happy note, but it didnt. He had experienced enough death in his short life and he wouldnt have read this book if he had known the outcome. Blaine set the book down, gathering Kurt close and just let him cry. It seemed like a day for crying.

“I know, baby. It made you think of your mom, didnt it?” he asked.

“Yeah. I worry sometimes that Im forgetting her. Forgetting the way she looked, how she did her hair, what her favorite poem was. I can hear her, though. Before she died, she had left a message on the phone and I saved it. I can still call and listen to the messages and her voice is there. It was one of those old message answering machines with the cassettes? I still have it and I can hear her. I never told Dad – I dont know if it would be a good thing to tell him at this late date, but when I felt my very worst I would listen to her saying she wouldnt be home until late because she was helping at the church with a fund raising supper. She says shell be home soon and she loves us. I used to get sad when I listened, but more and more I feel this spark of happiness when I listen. It has been ten long years since I lost her, but it seems so much longer,” Kurt told him. Blaine wrapped his arms closer around Kurt and kissed his head.

“Im so sorry you lost your mother, Kurt. Death affects us all, but to lose your mother when you are still so young – eight? – that is so unfair. Is there anything I can do? I will buy flowers and take you to her grave if that would make you feel any better?” Blaine offered.

“Although I appreciate your kind gesture, it was a long time ago and Ive come to terms with her death. There is no point to spending the rest of my life moping about it when nothing could ever bring her back. One day I just made the decision to pick myself up, learn to be positive, and now memories of her are happy ones. I feel blessed to have had as long with her as I did.”

Blaine leaned closer, kissing Kurts cheek to comfort him.

“I used to go visit her grave,” Kurt continued, “Id talk to her as if she were standing there beside me. It was a good thing for a while, but something changed and it didnt feel right any more. She wasnt there. It was just the remains of her body, burnt to ashes and that stopped being a comfort a long time ago. My Grandmother would take me with her to deliver baked things to the shut-ins, which was something my mom used to do before she got sick. That seemed like a way to be close to Mom again. When my Grandma died, I stopped doing it.”

Kurt stopped to look over at Blaine, who had shifted in the bed once again. Now Blaine was lying on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms while he watched Kurt. When Kurt stopped, Blaine reached over to take his hand.

“I didnt have many friends at McKinley, so one day I saw the advertisement for Volunteer Angels at the nursing home and I went to try and feel closer to my mother. She was always helping people and I wanted to be a good person like that,” Kurt said, stopping to take a sip of water and regroup his thoughts.

“It was such a reward. I met Andy and my life changed for the better from the moment I met him. I miss him so much...” Kurt stopped to rest for a moment. He was just making himself worse, so he turned into Blaines warm embrace once again.

They stayed that way for a while, just being together, until the grandfather clock in the hall tolled ten oclock.

“We better get some sleep. Are you okay, Kurt?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, I am. Sometimes I let myself have a pity party, but hopefully its done now. I dont feel tired at all, I hope I can fall asleep.”

“I need to go lock up and things. Why dont you lie down under the warm blankets and Ill be back in a jiffy, okay?”

“Sure, that sounds good,” Kurt said, forcing a smile onto his lips.

It was about half an hour later when Blaine walked back into the bedroom, the silver tea tray in his hands. He put it down on the bedside table and slid into bed next to Kurt.

“Ohh...something smells delicious!” Kurt crowed, his eyes sparkling.

“I made you hot chocolate, my love. I thought it would be a good ending to the day with all the cold weather and all,” Blaine explained. Kurt gave him a genuine smile and reached for a mug of cocoa.

They drank it slowly, stirring their cups with peppermint sticks, not talking but smiling at each other. It was a comfortable silence and Kurt was getting sleepy now. His mug finished, he placed it carefully back on the tray next to Blaines. He leaned back on his boyfriends chest, loving the arm that held him.

“Ill take the tray down in the morning. We dont have class tomorrow with the teacher planning day, so maybe we could do something. Do you know how to skate?” Blaine asked.

“I havent been near a pair of skates since I broke my wrist falling on the ice when I was eleven. However, Im willing to try again if you dont mind towing me around the rink,” Kurt said.

“I was thinking about a pond. There is one just outside town we could go to. We can go and see if its open yet, okay?” Blaine suggested.

“Yeah, it does sound like fun. Goodnight, my sweet prince,” Kurt said, giving Blaine a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight...” Blaine said back, his heart hurting because of the cheek kiss. Since when do they not kiss goodnight on the mouth? Kurt must still be harboring some anger if that is what Blaine got. It wasnt about the kiss really, it was about what the kiss meant. He turned over to face the door, not even attempting to cuddle with Kurt any more. He wasnt about to ask for any more hurtful dismissals from his boyfriend.

Kurt was pulling the blankets up a bit and straightening the wrinkles before lying down. By the time he was ready, Blaine had turned away from him. They never slept that way, not since they started bunking together in the first weeks of school when he met Blaine. Somehow he had once again screwed things up. He was not going to beg, so he turned away from Blaine and closed his eyes. He hoped he could fall asleep now.

Three hours later, Kurt was still awake. He had dozed off a few times only to be woken up with bad dreams or an aching joint. He glanced each time to see if Blaine was awake or if he had turned back towards Kurt, but no. He was still facing the door. Kurt got out of the bed as quietly as he could and went to the restroom, then tried to sneak back into bed without disturbing Blaine.

“You cant sleep either?” Blaine asked. Kurt jumped a mile.

“You startled me! I thought you were asleep and I didnt want to disturb you,” Kurt said.

“Sorry. I havent been to sleep tonight. I just...I think maybe I need to apologize again or something? Kurt, this is exasperating. What did I do now?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You...kissed me on my cheek as if I were your grandfather, then turned away from me. I thought we were okay, but..?” Blaine said, his voice sounding as if he were about to break down.

Kurt rushed to pull his boyfriend into his arms.

“No...were good. I thought you didnt want me to snuggle with you....” Kurt said, bewildered as to how this got so messed up.

“We are? Were good? I thought you were angry with me, that you thought I was trying to force you?” Blaine said, his eyes locked on Kurts.

Kurt sighed. He took the glass of water beside the bed and took a big drink, then offered it to Blaine. He took a drink and they sat, backs against the headboard. Blaine reached over and took Kurts hand, kissing his knuckles.

“I think we need to talk this out. Are you okay doing that tonight or if youre sleepy we can talk in the morning. It is pretty late,” Blaine started. Kurt squeezed his hand.

“I really want to solve this tonight. I think we got our wires crossed and the sooner we fix it the better. I dont like to fight and I hate it that were not together on this. Blaine, I dont want to lose you. I dont want to live without you,” Kurt said, looking into Blaines eyes.

“Okay, first, can you tell me what happened when I was...touching you?” Blaine asked, his hand trembling a little.

“I was just so inside my head, enjoying your kisses, getting close to you. I guess I just wasnt ready – didnt expect...” Kurt blushed. He didnt know if he could talk about this.

“Hey, calm down. Kurt, its just me here. You are safe, baby, youre always safe with me,” he coaxed Kurt. “Come close, let me hold you and we can get through this. I dont want to lose you, either, baby.”

“Im calm, my Blaine. We can talk,” he assured his boyfriend.

“Why did you get so scared? I mean when I was touching you?” Blaine asked.

“I was...oh, this is hard,” Kurt whined.

“Not as hard as you were then,” Blaine tried to get Kurt to laugh. He got a smile from the boy, but he could still see that Kurt was upset.

“Is it that you dont want to be fingered? Or was it that I was so surprised that you had never done it to yourself?”

“I was just...I am...scared. I have read about it and I know it can hurt. As much as I love you, it has always been something I was afraid of. I just wasnt prepared for you to...do that,” Kurt breathed.

“Oh, I wish Id have known that. You did it to me – remember, the night by Indian Lake? Kurt, it felt good. Really good.”

“The whole time? Because I didnt think you liked it at first,” Kurt said, his head down.

“Its strange at first, but seeing your face and all your kisses, it wasnt much time before it did feel really good, Kurt. Maybe I should leave you to try it yourself? I can go sleep in another bedroom and you can stay here and experiment? If you do that, you can guide me to give you what you want, baby,” Blaine suggested.

Kurt just stared at him.

“Are you joking? Im not doing that, I ...I just cant,” Kurt squeaked.

Blaine pulled him close and kissed his neck, rubbing his fingers down his back as he whispered, “Baby, I would never hurt you. You believe that, dont you?”

“Yes. I do know that. I dont know why I panicked. Can you just...hold me? I need you, Blaine.”

“Yes, baby, come here and Ill hold you all night.”

“Thank you. I feel safe in your arms, safe from the dreams, safe from everything bad,” Kurt whispered, closing his eyes as he laid his head on Blaines chest to hear his heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

“...night....” Kurt said as he fell into a relaxing sleep.

Blaine sat up, holding his Kurt and kissing his chestnut hair, keeping him safe.