So, Kurt tried all sorts of ways to make sleeping easier. He tried to exercise himself into exhaustion, which helped him get to sleep but not stay asleep through the night. He drank tea. He tried yoga. He talked his dad into buying a real mattress, not just one off a local commercial. He forced himself to stick to a regular sleep schedule. Nothing really helped.

On the rare night that Kurt was able to fall asleep quickly, he was guaranteed a vivid dream that he would remember for no more than five minutes after waking. He got into the habit of keeping a dream journal by his bed. His dad thought it was hooky but Kurt loved to flip through and try to remember what had been going on in his life to cause his dreams.

Later, Kurt would flip through his old journal and realize how many more good nights of sleep he got after Blaine came into his life, and how after the two finally became a couple he had an entry nearly every night. Blaine was his rock when the world threw everything it could at him, as it so often did. At the end of the day he knew he could sleep because there was one person in this world who thought about him as much as he thought about him.

Even though his dreaming nights became more frequent, the dreams themselves became shorter. When he started the journal, he could remember entire conversations. After a year or so of dating Blaine, the most Kurt could remember of his dreams were flashes of faces and a general plot. It didn’t bother Kurt, however, because he realized the old clich� was true: that he was truly happy and reality was finally better than his dreams.