I woke drenched in sweat, sitting straight up in bed. Immediately tears sprung to my eyes. I brought my knees to my chest and buried my face in them, trying to muffle the sobs that racked through my body. After a few minutes of hyperventilating, I calmed enough to grab my phone and dial the first person I could think of. After two rings a voice sounded on the other end.

“Hello?” The voice was deep and groggy, I felt bad for waking him up but I needed him.

“B-Blaine?” I answered, trying not to sound as broken as I actually was.

“Kurt? What’s wrong are you alright?”

I shook my head, but quickly realized he couldn’t see me. “Blaine, I had the worse dream.” More tears sprang onto my cheeks. I could hear him fumbling around his room.

“Kurt? I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright? Talk to me. Tell me what you did yesterday.”

I knew he was trying to get my mind off of the bad and onto the good. I played along. I wiped at the tears still in my eyes.

“I mostly spent it trying to sleep, but failing. You know how my body works.”

“Yes, yes I do.” He said in a deep masculine voice. I could hear the grin that played on his lips.

“Blaine! You know what I mean! Anyway, I went downstairs to find my parents cuddling on the couch watching An Affair to Remember.”

“How did he agree to that?” I could now hear the keys being shoved into the ignition, making the car come alive.

“I really don’t know. Blaine Anderson, please tell me you are not talking on your phone and driving!”

He laughed quietly. “Don’t worry Kurt, I have my Bluetooth in.”

I nodded and continued. “I watched it with them. And get this. My dad started crying. He claimed he had something in his eye, but I knew.”

He laughed with me. “That’s fantastic! I didn’t even know your dad could cry.” He paused for a second. “No offense to your dad or anything. He’s really cool and all; he just seems like someone who wouldn’t cry. Not saying that he doesn’t have a heart-“

“Blaine, stop! I know what you mean.” I said laughing at him. He was always cute when he thought he said something wrong. “But trust me, there are those moments. They’re few, but they happen.”

“Ok I’m pulling onto your street now. How do you want me to get in?”

I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30. It was the first time I looked at it since I had woken up.

Holy crap.

“Uhhhh, I’ll let you in through the front door.” I ended the call, and quietly stepped out of my room, going down the stairs carefully. I looked around to make sure no one else was there and opened the front door to see him standing there in sweats and a hoodie.

As I shut the door behind us he pulled me into a warm embrace, despite how cold he was from the weather. I closed my eyes and took in his presence. I reluctantly pulled back and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs.

I shut my bedroom door and went to sit next to him on the bed. And that’s when the tears started again. He pulled me in, putting one arm around my shoulders, his other hand grabbing my hand.

“Tell me what happened?” He asked gently, whispering into my hair before planting a kiss on the top of my head.

I put my head on his shoulder, let out a sigh as I closed my eyes, remembering it all too well.

“I was in the hallways. It was dark and I was alone. The hallway was endless. No matter how long I walked, it never ended. And that’s when he showed up. I thought he had changed, I thought that he going to the different school would make him a better person. That’s what he said at the bar at least. Karosfky came up to me and shoved me into the lockers, just like he had done just last year. But the problem was he kept doing it. He threw the punches at me, shoved me back down when I was getting up…”

There was more, but I couldn’t do it. The tears gathered again, running down my cheeks. He gave my shoulders a squeeze, trying to get me to get impossibly closer. He traced small circles on the back my hand, comforting me.

“When he had finished the punches, he pinned me on the ground, straddling me, putting my hands above my head. When he let go, I tried moving them, but somehow they were permanently pinned to the floor.” I couldn’t go any farther. I just couldn’t.

Blaine only continued the small circles he was forming on hand.

Courage, I reminded myself. I needed to get it out in the open. I knew firsthand what it was like to keep everything bottled in. I took a shaky breath and continued.

“H-he stripped me down so I was laying there naked on the ground. And he- he- he-“

Sobs racked through my body once more.

“Shhh, it’s alright, you don’t need to finish.” He said quietly, pulling me into his arms. “I have you. It was just a dream. No one can hurt you.”

The quiet reassurances were everything I needed. I let out a breath, burying my face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. It could have waited.”I said silently, listening to his heart beat.

He stiffened slightly. “Kurt Hummel, don’t ever apologize for calling me at night again, you hear me?” He pushed me up so I was looking into his eyes. Those gorgeous hazel eyes. He placed his hands securely on my shoulders. “You had every right to call me. And no, it couldn’t have waited. This was important.”

Tears had gathered in his eyes by then. One escaped and rolled down his cheek bone. I wiped it away with my thumb, smiling.

“I’m sorry. I should be supporting you.” He laughed, rubbing his eyes. “I just- I just hate seeing you hurt. It breaks me in half.”

I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his waist, head against his chest. He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms securely around me, resting his chin on my head. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity.

We laid down, Blaine pulling the covers over us. I moved my body towards him, placing my head in chest again, him placing his arms securely around waist.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I felt his lips against my forehead.

“I love you Kurt. You are so incredibly brave.”

And for the next few hours before my alarm would rudely awaken me, I slept with a smile on my face.