Which is also why she woke up when someone's phone rang around midnight. No doubt it was Blaine's. It had happened last night too, but she had fallen asleep straight after, but now she was intrigued. Who would keep calling Blaine at midnight?

"Hello?" Blaine sounded sleepy when he answered. Layla got out of bed and moved closer to the wall; placing her ear against it so she could hear him clearer. The next time Blaine spoke, he sounded more alert.

"It's okay, just calm down... You're fine... Try turning on a light... It was just a dream... You're perfectly okay." His voice sounded like he trying to comfort someone, even if you couldn't hear the words. "Didn't anyone else wake up?..." The was a noise like someone getting out of bed, and then drawers being opened and more fumbling. "I'm coming over... I don't care how long it takes... No, it isn't any trouble... You're my friend. I'm worried for you... Just, urm, drink something, eat something, try and get some more sleep. I'll be there in two hours, okay?... If they slept through that, they won't notice me... Nothing!" He sounded a little defensive there, before turning back to his comforting voice. "I'll explain when I'm there... Okay. See you soon."

Layla figured Blaine must have hung up because he huffed and there was the sound of more fumbling and grunting as he got dressed. Layla rushed out of the room and waited outside Blaine's so she could confront him.

When he opened the door, he jumped back in shock when he saw her.

"Layla! What are you doing!" He half-whispered, half-yelled.

"Shut up! You don't want to wake up mom and dad!" Blaine scowled as he calmed down from his shock. "Who was that? On the phone?" Blaine frowned and glared at the same time.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"All of your half." Blaine's frowned grew, but he sighed because he knew he wouldn't be able to leave until he explained to some extent.

"Kurt." He said, trying to push past her.

"Oh... your friends mentioned him... Is he-"

"So that's where you were yesterday!" Blaine said angrily, stopping his attempts to get past her. "If you wanted to know thing about me so bad, why not just ask me?"

"Whoa, Blaine. I only went to talk to Wesley to see if he knew anything about your girlfriend, seeing as you refuse to speak of her. And before I knew it, all of the warblers were there!" Blaine huffed disbelievingly. "They told me the little on Kurt they know. Is he okay?" She said this softly.

"He'll be a lot better once I get to Lima! Now move!" His facial expression remained angry the whole time he spoke.

"God, Blaine! I only wanted to know if he's okay! If you don't want to tell then fine! I'm pretty sure mom won't appreciate you sneaking out at midnight for a two hour drive..."

"Don't go telling on me, Layla! If you must know he suffers from nightmares every night! I need to go!" He tried pushing past her harder, but she was relentless.

"Why!"

Blaine was angry. And he didn't mean to blurt it out. He really didn't. But Layla knew just how to push his buttons.

"Because I gave him some shitty advice, that he took, and ended up getting raped because of it! NOW MOVE!"

Layla blinked. Shocked. It took her a minute to process the information, and not much longer to figure out Blaine's antics.

"You're helping him out of guilt, aren't you?" She asked slowly.

"No!... Well, I don't know... When we first met I felt sorry for him. He was being badly bullied and out of all the fourteen people he saw and interacted with every day, none of them notice. But I did the second I met him. I gave him some stupid advice that he followed. Then his main tormentor raped him. Then he started coming to Dalton after I recommended it. He rooms with me, so it's easy for me to comfort him in the night. All I do now is worry about him. At first I was helping out of guilt, but through that he became my friend. My best friend. And he's helped me with some tings too." Blaine blinked, getting rid of his thoughtful look that he had gained at the end of that, and looked away from Layla. "Can you move now?" He asked quietly.

"Sure." She whispered and moved so he could pass. He ran past her without another word and she only let out a shaky breath once the front door slammed shut and a car pulled out of their drive.

~X~

"You came!"

Kurt sounded shocked. Breathless even.

But he looked like hell.

It looked as though he'd been pulled at his hair, trying to rip it out. His face was red and blotchy and his grey eyes bloodshot. His T-shirt was drenched in sweat. This particular nightmare must of been a bad one.

"Kurt, of course I did. I didn't just make that up." Blaine entered the house and shut the door behind him quietly. He leaned in and gave Kurt a comforting hug, not caring about the sweat. Kurt breathed in shakily before snuggling into Blaine.

"Thank you." He mumbled into Blaine's neck and Blaine squeezed him tighter against him.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed." Blaine went to move him but Kurt had nailed his feet to the floor and wasn't budging at all. "Kurt, come on. you need to sleep at some point..." Kurt lifted his head a little and looked through his eyelashes at Blaine's own eyes. If Blaine was going to say something, he didn't, because Kurt's eyes were breathtaking when they were looking at him that way...

"I couldn't sleep, so I-I came down here to watch TV..." Kurt sounded as though he had done something wrong and this confused Blaine. Then Kurt stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and Blaine realized that maybe Kurt wanted to go back to watching TV.

"Lead the way." He said quietly, earning him a small smile from Kurt. He then pulled out of the hug and grabbed Blaine's hand, tugging him towards the lounge. Some TV show was on of girls modeling. Blaine figured it must be America's next top model. Blaine moved Kurt to the couch and picked up the Blanket that had obviously been tossed on the floor when Kurt had come to answer the door. They moved together so they were laying on the couch with Blaine being the big spoon as usual, and then Blaine threw the blanket over the two of them. They did this without a word.

"Blaine?" Kurt said after a minute or so.

"Yes, Kurt?" Blaine said sleepily, already falling asleep slightly.

"What did you mean by 'If they slept through that they won't notice you'?" He asked, sounding ashamed a little bit.

"Don't worry about it Ku-"

"No!" Kurt said immediately, not letting Blaine drop it. "Just tell me." Blaine sighed and pulled Kurt tighter against his chest.

"Wes may or may not of told me that the guys at Dalton wake up when you have your nightmares as well as me, but do-" Blaine was cut off again.

"What? Maybe I should just come back here. I don't have to dorm. I can drive everyday-"

"No Kurt. They know you're suffering. If they had a problem they would have reported it a long time ago and the dean would have moved you to a different dorm. But even if you do come back, you'll be waking people up anyway. Stop worrying about other people Kurt. Just focus on you." There was a silence after this. Blaine let those words sink in, but apparently they didn't go the right way.

"Maybe I don't want to focus on me."

Blaine honestly didn't know what to say to this. But luckily he didn't have to answer, because soon after Kurt yawned, and then his breathing gradually became slower and it became evident he was sleeping. Blaine smiled and turned his head a little by accident, resulting in his face being in Kurt's hair. He didn't move though. For some reason, it felt... nice. And Blaine fell asleep after that, forgetting that both the TV and a lamp was on.

~X~

When Blaine woke up, the TV and lamp were off, and a tiny bit of sunlight was shining through the window. Kurt was still snuggled up in his arms, his face now smushed against Blaine's chest in an oddly adorable way.

And then Blaine realized why he woke up. Burt Hummel was was kneeling slightly besides the couch and had obviously just shook Blaine to conciousness.

A little fear struck inside Blaine. He had practically sneaked in here last night and was now basically spooning his son while he slept.

"Oh my god, Mr. Hummel, I'm so so-"

Burt shook his head and pointed to Kurt before raising his finger to his lips. Blaine got the message to lower his voice.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop." Blaine shut his mouth immediately. He couldn't detect what emotion Burt was putting into his words, but it definitely wasn't anger.

"What time?" He asked simply.

"He called me around midnight and I got here around two AM." Burt frowned and looked at Kurt sympathetically.

"Why didn't he just get me or Carole up? Or Finn?"

"Sir, no offense intended, but, I think he prefers me to comfort him now." Blaine avoided his harsh gaze by staring at Kurt. "I mean, over the past month and a half, he's grown use to me being there for him. Even when he's here. I don't think myself as a replacement for you, and I don't think Kurt does either. It's just, when you lose the thing that comforted you the most, you grow accustomed with whatever is lying around. He's just used to me, is all. And maybe he doesn't want to worry you? He's mentioned your heart attack more than once..."

Burt's face softened. Blaine was right.

"I always worry for him." He said, his gaze going back to Kurt's sleeping form. "Can I ask you something?" He asked, his gaze remaining on Kurt.

"Sure." Blaine said, letting his eyes admire Kurt's sleeping face. Blaine like the mornings. Kurt always looked so peaceful. Like he wasn't plagued with memories or nightmares. Sometimes he's just watched Kurt in the mornings and imagine what it would've been like to know Kurt before all this happened.

"Are you sure you're straight?" Blaine's eyes snapped up.

"W-what!" He spluttered. Burt chuckled and looked up to meet Blaine's eyes.

"No straight guy would do this. Not just helping him but, you're practically spooning him. I would do it, but because he's my son, and he's the only one i'd do it for. And yet, you seem perfectly at ease with it. It's odd." Blaine took a minute to think before answering.

"You're right." This answer confused Burt, until Blaine elaborated. "It is odd. I can't explain it though. It just feels... right. Plus it comforts him." Blaine was about to mention how Kurt had told him there's a possibility he might be gay, but he stopped himself, figuring it wasn't necessary to the conversation. Well... until Burt spoke that was.

"Well, for the record, if you were gay, you'd be the only guy i'd think worthy of dating Kurt."

Shocking himself, Blaine blushed. Burt saw this and chuckled. He patted Blaine on the shoulder before standing.

"Go back to sleep, kid. You need it. You both do."

Once he left the room Blaine looked back down at Kurt.

He was smiling.

Blaine smiled too before settling back the position he hadn't realized he'd moved out of and fell back to sleep in seconds.

~X~

When Blaine next woke up, he was alone on the couch and a lot more sunlight was shining through the window. Blaine yawned as he sat up, the blanket sliding down his body and pooling at his legs. He scanned the room, expecting to be alone, and he was.

He got up slowly and stretched. He ruffled his hair a little as he walked out of the room into what he presumed was the kitchen.

"Good morning!"

Had Blaine been looking up and noticed the other person, he wouldn't of been as shocked. He, however, wasn't. And it made him jump back in surprise, which is how he hit his head against the door frame.

He looked up, rubbing the back of his head and mumbling in pain, to see who had spoken and who was laughing.

But it wasn't just Kurt, as he expected, it was Finn too.

"Blaine! I'm so sorry! I tho-"

"Kurt!" Blaine cut the worried boy off. "I'm perfectly fine. You just shocked me. It's my fault really." Kurt just shook his head in disbelief as Blaine smiled at him.

"Dude, you should of seen your face!" Finn said, still laughing. Blaine shot him an odd look, which Kurt saw and laughed at.

"You get used to him." He said, eyeing Finn himself. The oy in question settled down and returned to his food with just a wave of his hand at Blaine as though to say hello. Like it mattered now.

Blaine stood awkwardly near the door, unsure of what to do. Kurt only noticed and looked up from his own breakfast when Blaine's belly rumbled loudly.

"Oh, sorry, Blaine! What do you want for breakfast?" He asked, standing up.

"Kurt, you don't have t-"

"Oh shush you. Sit down and tell me what you want."

"You don't have to make me anything." He said, sitting down anyway.

"I'll make you toast." He said, turning around to do so. Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but realized it was pointless, so he didn't say anything and just watched Kurt.

"Your phone kept going off." He said as he placed some bread in the toaster. "I would've got it for you, but it's kind of in your back pocket and I thought it would be innapropri-" Kurt trailed off, blushing. Blaine smiled in thanks and took his phone.

He had two missed calls from his mom, and three from Layla. And also two test from her which Blaine opened quickly.

Mom's asking where you are! What am I supposed to say? x

Blaine sighed before opening the other one.

I can't cover for you! She's trying to get it out of me! She hates when you keep secrets from her! xx

This one was sent less than twenty minutes ago, so Blaine decided to text her back, not really thinking about his reply.

Tell her she kept a secret from us! A big one too! I have my secrets! It's not like I sneaked out to fuck someone!

By the time she replied, a plate of buttered toast was placed in front of him. He thanked Kurt who smiled before he sat back down.

I told her! She's pissed off now!But you have a totally valid point! I hope Kurt's okay! xxxx

Blaine was surprised by the last part of the text, but it still made him smile. He set his phone down and picked up a slice of toast and took a bite hungrily.

"Who was you texting?" Kurt asked, trying to make conversation. Which was odd, because usually Blaine was the one doing that.

"Layla." Blaine answered and Kurt looked as though he was about to say something but was interrupted by Finn.

"Are you cheating on Quinn!" He asked loudly. Kurt shot him a look while Blaine pulled a disgusted face.

"EW! Layla's my sister!" He said nothing about Quinn though, and he caught Kurt's eye for a second and knew they were wondering about the same thing.

Blaine's sexuality.

"Oh... Now i feel stupid." Finn said, looking down at the table sadly.

"That's because you are stupid." Kurt quipped. Finn scowled at him before returning to his food.

"Sorry about that, Blaine." Kurt said, turning back to him. "You sort of get-"

"Used to him?" Blaine said. Kurt smiled and nodded. Blaine let out a laugh and winked at him.

Now Blaine could of been mistaken, because it could of been a trick of the light or something, but he's pretty sure Kurt blushed.