Blaine opened his eyes with a slight gasp. He was sweating real bad; breathing hard like he had truly been running around the halls of Dalton Academy.

He reached over his nightstand and switched on his lamp, squinting from the sudden light illuminating from it. He's been having a lot of dreams these past few weeks. He might've consider it being normal if the dream hadn't always been the same…the same vivid dream that doesn't fail to haunt him every single night.

In his dream, he would be opening each door of every room at Dalton like a maniac. Frantically running around inside like he's trying to find something…or was it someone? He couldn't be so sure.

He ran his hands on his face frustratingly, eyes tightly closed. What exactly is happening? Is he having some sort of a sick dream where he's supposed to know what it means? Like in those sci-fi movies or something?

And why does it have to be at Dalton?

Then he froze. Oh, sh*t…

What if it's like a horror movie? What if some guy was killed there and has come to seek help from me? To find out who had killed him or probably find his body and give him a decent burial and whatever?

Blaine glanced around his room anxiously, expecting a ghost to appear out of nowhere any second now. He waited…and waited…but nothing. No movement was seen and no sound was heard, except for the sound of the clock that hung on his room.

It was now 12:18pm. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock…

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Kurt fluttered his eyes open and then gave out a huge sigh. His dreams were becoming more frequent lately. He sat back and glanced at his clock like reflex, a habit he began ever since the dreams had started. 12:16pm.

He bit his lip. He noticed that when he wakes up from the dream, it has always been around after midnight. And he doesn't know if he should be worried about this or not. Should he?

These dreams didn't scare him; really…in fact, he's honestly intrigued about all this. It piqued his interest by the weirdness of it all.

He would be in a very plush entertainment room, or so it seems, since it has a leather sofa and a love seat all complete with cushions and coffee table, a wall unit with a flat screen TV, with all the elegantly styled floral, chandelier and lamps, a baby piano on the side of the room, paintings hung on the walls. It really was a state of the art entertainment room, he won't deny that. But if it was truly Kurt's mind that made this dream all up, he wasn't so sure about that. He knows that the colors and decors aren't really his type.

However, what makes these dreams really odd for him was that it felt like he was waiting for something to happen…or someone to join him for that matter. He totally has no idea.

He would find himself in his dream glancing at the closed door…waiting…and just waiting…