Kurt awoke with a scream in his throat as his bandages ruffled along with his neck brace. His heart was racing and his breathing was harsh and rapid. He looked at the clock: 3 am. ’Why did I allow myself to sleep so much!’  Kurt glanced over at a Blaine as the memories of last night came back to him ’he said I was beautiful’. Kurt sat up and made his way to the bathroom to try and clean himself up, soaked in sweat from his nightmare. He looked in the mirror and shivered. ’How could Blaine think he was beautiful?’ Kurt looked at his image in the mirror incredulously. He was way too thin, ‘you’re so thin I'm surprised you’re not a girl’. HIS words rang though Kurt's mind. His skin was so pale, like a vampire they'd say, except for the parts where he was black, blue, or yellow from all the locker slams he endured. Hell, he even had slightly scars on his back from the sharp edges. ’Obviously, trying to knock the gay out of you didn't work, maybe we should cut it’ Kurt shuddered at the memory of that day. Taking a deep breath, Kurt splashed water on his face, deciding it was too early to take a shower; he didn't want to wake Blaine.  After he’d put on a clean shirt, Kurt went back into the room, sat on his bed and hugged his knees.  He was too exhausted to do anything but sleep, but he was too scared to go back to sleep.  Somehow, Kurt must have fallen asleep because he was woken up again around 5, thrashing back and forth. His covers long gone, Blaine had sat down next to him and was trying to calm him down.

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"Kurt, wake up. It’s just a dream. It’s me Blaine, you’re safe. It’s just a dream, Kurt.... wake up." Blaine said pleadingly trying to wake up his distraught roommate. He gently placed his hands on Kurt's shoulder. "Shh. You’re okay Kurt, relax, you’re okay" he said soothingly.  Kurt jolted up with wide eyes. Blaine stared at the frightened blue orbs and looked worried.  He remembered when he would have nightmares. It was terrible.  You couldn't sleep, you were too afraid to. "Kurt, you’re okay... it’s just me Blaine, you are safe.”

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Kurt jolted up causing pain in his neck. His breathing was rapid and his eyes darted around the room. He heard Blaine's gentle words. For some reason, Blaine had a way of calming him down. He was so understanding and patient. Kurt liked it. He was so gentle. Just like now, as Kurt stared into the warm Carmel glops of compassion in front of him, Kurt felt his body relax. He was safe here. BLAINE made him safe. Blaine had removed his hand from Kurt's shoulder to reach over and turn on his lamp and Kurt felt a yearning.  He wanted to feel Blaine’s touch again, and that was weird. KURT didn't touch. Not since IT happened, Kurt didn't even let his father touch him. It was strange seeing how he just met this Blaine guy less than 24 hours ago. 

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Blaine removed his hand to turn on the light beside them; so that if Kurt wanted to talk he could write it and Blaine could see to read it. All Blaine wanted was to wrap Kurt in a blanket and hold him in his arms till Blaine could chase away the darkness in that delicate mind of Kurt's. “Do you want to talk about it?”  Blaine asked sitting next to Kurt.  Kurt shook his head staring at his hands.  Blaine stood up, went over to his closet and pulled out a box, “How a about some coffee?”  Kurt looked over at Blaine and nodded, Kurt loved coffee. “Okay, how would you like it?” Blaine asked amusingly.  He heard Kurt writing and as Blaine was turning on the coffee pot, he walked over to see what Kurt wrote, “Well, usually I get a Grande non-fat mocha, but I’ll just take it black with some cream and sugar.” Blaine smiles, “Okay, coming up in a moment,” and he went back to making the coffee.  After the coffee was done Blaine sat on Kurt’s bed with him drinking his coffee.  “So I think we should get to know each other? Would you like that, I mean well we are going to be roommates,” Blaine nervously said. Kurt just shrugged and sipped his coffee, the fogginess from the nightmare starting to fade.  Blaine thought for a moment when he got an idea and got up going to his closet. Kurt watched Blaine confusedly and wondered what that boy was up too.  After rummaging through his closet for about 15 minutes, Blaine found what he was looking for and came back over to Kurt holding two white boards and markers, with this big grin on his face. Kurt looked at Blaine and smiles a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

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After Blaine had calmed Kurt down and they chatted it was 7:30 and they had to start getting ready for classes. Blaine was laughing over something Kurt wrote and he looked at the clock, “Do you mind if I use the shower first?”  Kurt motioned to the bathroom is a “sure” jester.  Blaine smiled, “Thanks, it takes a while to get this,” he motioned to the mop on his head, “to lie down.”  Kurt looked at Blaine and wrote: “I like the curls.” Blaine’s smile grew, “But the curls don’t like me,” he said then ducked into the bathroom with his clothes.  Blaine liked Kurt, he was so down to earth and ‘cut- no stop! He doesn’t need that right now. Kurt needs him to be his friend not anything more’, he scolded himself as he got into the shower.  About 20 minutes later Blaine was out with his afro all gelled down, “all yours, then I’ll show you to your classes.”  Kurt nodded and took his things into the bathroom to get ready.