Blaine rested his head against Kurt’s shoulder, the worn out radio playing its soft tune beside them.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
The night sky seemed so calm, so peaceful. The cold air should have bothered him, but Kurt’s embrace kept him warm.
Say nighty night and kiss me
Just hold me and tell me you miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Blaine closed his eyes and began to hum along with the soft melody. The two boys’ bodies slowly began to sway from side to side.
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
Now I am longing to linger till dawn dear
Just sing this
Give me a little kiss
Dreams ‘till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Suddenly a rush of what seemed to be a mix of confidence and energy crashed over Blaine as he pulled away from Kurt’s hold. Kurt’s eyes followed Blaine’s questioningly as he clambered to his feet.
“Care to dance?” he asked, offering Kurt his hand.
“Why, I’d love to.” the other boy smiled, accepting Blaine’s hand.
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
Ya I am longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Their dancing was slow and calm, still tender as ever. Blaine pulled back, continuing to take the lead, as they turned in circles. Kurt giggled as Blaine’s eyes glimmered in the darkness.
Sweet dreams when dreaming
Till sunbeams find you keep dreamin'
Leave your worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
You gotta make me a promise, Promise to me
You'll dream...
They had stopped spinning; now just gazing into each other’s eyes. Each boy’s cheeks had turned a slight rose colour. Smirking, Blaine leaned closer into the other boy, and stopped with their noses slightly touching.
Dream a little dream of me.
The music stopped playing; Blaine glanced up to meet Kurt’s eyes only to be greeted by the darkness surrounding him in his bedroom.
Kurt was gone.
~
Kurt’s phone rang, waking him up; Katy Perry - it must’ve been Blaine. He peered at the clock before picking up the phone.
2:47am
“Blaine? It’s nearly three in the morning, I-” he was stopped himself as he heard what sounded like a muffled sob on the other end of the phone.
“Blaine? Is that you? What’s wrong, baby?”
It was silent for quite some time before Blaine cleared his throat. ‘Oh-uh, I, I must’ve called you by accident. Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to wake you up.’ He stuttered nervously, aware that Kurt was bound to see straight through his poorly thought out lie.
“Are you okay, Blaine? What’s wrong?” Kurt replied, his voice beautiful as ever.
“Well, uh- K-Kurt, I...uh, d-do you...um...” Blaine mumbled, his voice barely audible.
“Do, I what? Blaine, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” Kurt replied more demanding that prior; though his voice beautiful as ever.
“Kurt, d-do you love me?” he managed to whisper through his sobs. He hated the way he sounded; so needy, so weak.
An almost painful silence fell as Kurt searched his mind for an answer, before he could speak, his thoughts were interrupted.
“Oh my god, never mind, I didn’t mean to ask that. Just-shit-forget it.” His voice cracked, filled with anxiety and embarrassment.
“No-Blaine, just wait. I’m coming over. I’ll be there in half an hour.” But the line was already dead, but that wasn’t going to stop Kurt. He got his keys and started driving absent-mindedly.
What’s wrong with Blaine? Of course I love him; I thought he knew that. Doesn’t he love me back? Why is he doing this at – he looked at his watch- 3 o’clock in the morning? Haven’t I been showing him my love? Has he realised he needed more than I’m able to give? God, I hope not. I don’t want him to leave.
Snapping out of his trance as his car swerved in the rain, Kurt had completely forgotten he was driving. He peered down at his watch again – 3:10am, twenty minutes to go before his questions would be answered.
-
As Kurt pulled into the Andersons’ driveway, he noticed two cars were missing; Blaine’s SUV the only one parked outside in the rain. It never ceased to amaze Kurt how big Blaine’s house was; its gardens perfectly groomed. He gazed at the house; there was no sign of life, no lights, no sounds. After standing in silence for about fifteen minutes, Kurt approached the house. As he grew closer, he noticed the door was stood wide open; the lights inside were out.
Kurt braced himself as he walked through the front door, knowing that this visit may result in a fight or even a break-up. He was aware of the possibility of him walking out that very same door later that night, broken and hurt.
As Kurt ventured through the dimly lit house, he called for Blaine.
No reply.
He made his way to the stairwell, continuing to Blaine’s bedroom, its door shut. As he pushed against it, it creaked open.
Blaine’s room was pitch, black dark. Kurt felt disorientated.
A sob came from the other end of the room.
“Blaine?” Kurt whispered, his voice causing the other boy to jump.
“W-who is that?” Blaine demanded loudly, but his voice came out shaky and weak.
“Blaine, baby, it’s me. Kurt.” He relaxed, trying to find the light switch.
“K-kur-rt? Please don’t -uh-I didn’t know you were- I – uh – you scared me. Don’t-” he paused, “-turn on the light.” As Kurt’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the outline of Blaine’s body move further away as he sniffled, rubbing his eyes as he stumbled over his words.
“Why not, honey? I just want to know if you’re okay, I can’t see you.
“N-no, I’m fine. I just-uh-” he cleared his throat as he searched his mind for an excuse.
He was tired of making excuses. He was tired of hiding. Tired of telling everyone he was okay when he wasn’t. He wanted Kurt to know. He was scared he’d hurt himself again. He was scared of hurting. But Kurt couldn’t know for a reason; he wasn’t supposed to. He deserved better than Blaine. Blaine wasn’t important, he was a mistake; something most people try their best to avoid. Yet, there was Kurt, standing in his room at half past three in the morning, concerned about him. Why was he even here? Blaine shouldn’t have called him. That was so stupid. Of course Kurt freaked out. Maybe he came over to break up with Blaine. Maybe he’s finally had enough. That’s the last thing he wanted. He needed Kurt. Kurt made things better. If he left, Blaine would be nothing. No one would pay attention. No one would care or try to make him better. He’d be alone.
Suddenly he felt numb. Empty. His stomach churned as his thoughts swelled inside his head.
“Blaine?” he heard Kurt’s distant voice echo.
He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, collapsing onto the ground. His eyes blurred as scalding tears burned down the side of his face. The room suddenly lit up. His eyes ached.
Then he was back, he could see, hear and think. Think. Shit, Kurt. No. He can’t see me like this. A cry tore its way out of Blaine’s body.
“Blaine?” Kurt said yet again, almost shouting. Anger built its way up inside Blaine’s body, it hurt.
He screamed; his voice was hoarse, but it was still loud. Finally, Kurt’s hands were around him. Holding him, so tenderly that the anger disappeared, but not the hurt. Blaine dug his head into Kurt’s shoulder and sobbed.
“I-I’m s-orr-ry.” was all he could manage to say while he trembled in Kurt’s arms.
“It’s okay, baby I’ve got you.” He whispered, having nothing else to say as Blaine fell into a deep, blissful sleep.