Week 6 Day 1

It was their first real fight, and Kurt thought he was going to fall apart at the seams. What was wrong with him? Why did he say those things to Blaine? Was it really that he wanted to be closer to him? Or was there more?

He never went downstairs that whole night. He shut and locked his door, hoping everyone would leave him alone. He stayed in his bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about calling Blaine. Why couldnt he just call him? He needed Blaine to know how sorry he was. He picked his phone up multiple times just to set it back down.

When he finally had used all his energy from crying and thinking of how he could change things, he fell asleep, and thats when the dreams began. It was the same dream he had been having for the fifth night in a row. But this time, Blaine never saved him.

He woke up the next morning both mentally and physically exhausted. Every time he would wake up it would be right when his dream self was supposed to die. He had the same dream at least four times that night, waking up shaking and in tears every time. He needed Blaine, but he felt like it would just make things worse by calling him in the middle of the night.

He looked at the clock and noticed it was already past breakfast. His family must not even bothered with waking him. He probably wouldnt have even wanted to eat anyway. Everything was wrong, and Kurt needed to make it right.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, thinking of how he could make everything okay with Blaine, he decided he would go out and try to find him. He took his phone off the bedside table and stared at it, not knowing whether or not to call him. He finally found the courage to dial Blaines number, hoping they could meet and Kurt could apologize. He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was Blaine.

There was no answer. It went straight to Blaines voice mail, which Kurt had made with him right after he got him the phone. Kurt decided not to leave a message, thinking it would be easier to go out and find Blaine himself. It was his day off, so he was probably at home.

He quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs, noticing that only Carole was downstairs. "Where is everyone?" He asked standing in front of the kitchen.

"Theyre out getting Aunt Annie some medicine. She had another episode this morning," she said sadly while taking a sip of coffee at the table.

"What happened?" Kurt asked sitting down at the table.

"She was almost finished knitting a sweater, which was supposed to be for her son, Johnny. But something must have happened… She remembered. She remembered that he had died years ago, and she started screaming things. She says she just wants the pain to go away. I dont know what to do. Why cant I help her?" Carole said with visible tears in her eyes.

Kurt moved his hand so it was resting over Caroles. "You are helping her Carole," he said trying to help to the best of his ability. "We—we knew this was going to happen eventually…and I think being there for her while shes sick, and letting her know we love her is the best thing we can do."

"Thank you," she said giving him a small smile. They sat in silence for a few moments before Kurt got up to leave.

"And Kurt?" He turned to look at her while he was halfway out of the kitchen. "Is everything okay?" She asked with a concerned expression, and he knew what she meant.

"I dont know, Carole. I really dont." And that was all he said before walking out the door.

The next thing Kurt knew was he was standing in front of Blaines house, unsure what to do. He just couldnt go to the door, because there was risk of his grandmother answering it. Maybe he could try calling him again and see if he would come out and talk to him.

He took out his cell phone and called Blaines number. He was just about to hang up after about ten rings when Blaines voice filled his ears, "Hello?"

Kurt had never wanted to hear someones voice so much in his life. "Blaine? Thank you so much for answering, I know you probably didnt want to. Are you at home?"

"Im not. Im actually with my grandmother right now and if she sees me with this phone…I cant talk right now I really have to go." Kurt knew Blaine was hanging up.

"Wait! I mean…Im really sorry for yesterday. I know what I want and—"

"Kurt, I really have to go." He heard Blaine sigh. "Well talk some other time, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt said quietly before Blaine hung up the phone.

Why did she always have to get in the way? Why couldnt she just accept who Blaine was? It made Kurt angry to think of how things would be different if she wasnt in the way of their happiness. None of this was Blaines fault, and that was Kurts mistake. He let his anger and frustration out on one of the only people who truly cared about him.

He walked for a while trying to clear his thoughts. When he made it to Aunt Annies house he didnt stop. He kept walking until he reached the boardwalk. He passed by Susies and realized that the place was empty, so he decided to go inside. He really just needed to clear his thoughts, and he knew Susie was easy to talk to.

When he walked inside Susie smiled. "Its surprising to see you here, without Blaine and all."

He sat down at the counter in front of her."Yeah…We kind of…well…" He sighed and dropped his head, "I really messed up."

"I heard. Not that you messed up. But Blaine came by last night to tell me he didnt need the shop for the night anymore."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked with a confused look.

"Well, Blaine had asked me if he could borrow the shop for a few hours. And since hes my best costumer…Well, its Blaine, I really couldnt say no could I?" She smiled to herself and then looked like she was remembering something. "Do you want anything?" She finally asked.

"No thank you. Maybe in a few minutes." They smiled at each other and Susie went back to cleaning the counter. "So he wanted the place…"

"For your date, yes." She completed his question. "He paid me to decorate the place for you guys once I closed the shop. He even told me to make sure I had a banana split ready for you guys." Kurt was astonished. He remembered how many times he would order a small one hoping one day they could share one together.

"He came in last night," she continued, "and he looked very upset. He kept muttering that he was an idiot and that hed lost you forever."

"What? No, we just had a fight because Im selfish and cant control my emotions."

"Are you sure Blaine knows that? You know he makes everything his fault, even when he had absolutely nothing to do with it."

"Yeah, like he thinks me almost drowning was his fault. But he was the one who saved me."

"How are you doing with that?" She asked looking at Kurt concerned. "Almost drowning is a pretty big deal."

"Im fine. Ive been having some bad dreams but I think thats normal."

"Okay. Dont be afraid to ask for help if—"

"Im really just fine. Why do people always feel like I need their help?" Kurt cut her off, not hearing the harshness in his own voice.

"Okay, okay. No need to get hostile over here." She said stepping back.

"I think Im going to go," he said getting up quickly. "Thank you for telling me about Blaine." He needed to go home. His headache was coming back and he felt like he could snap again at any moment.

"I hope you guys figure things out!" She called as he left the shop.

He practically ran home. He felt so awful about getting angry at Blaine about not being able to show their affection to one another. Blaine was practically giving them a night of just the two of them, and Kurt ruined everything. What was wrong with him? Did he really need help?

Week 6 Day 2

He went straight to bed that night, not even having dinner or saying a word to anyone in the house. He needed to get to sleep as quickly as possible. He needed to forget about how much he missed Blaine. He wanted to make things right.

But with sleep came dreaming, and tonight he was having the worst of them all:

It was storming, and he and Blaine were standing at the end of the dock, the water swirling beneath them. At the moment that Kurt was supposed to fall in the water, it seemed like time froze. He and dream Blaine looked at each other, and Blaine mouthed the words, Im sorry.

Before Kurt could ask what was going on, why Blaine was sorry, time began again. Kurt looked back at Blaine who was at the very end of the dock, and noticed that his eyes were squeezed shut. "Blaine!" He called to try to get his attention, but it was too late. The board Blaine was standing on snapped, and before Kurt could do anything Blaine was in the water with a loud splash.

Kurt was stunned, unable to move as Blaine went under and didnt come back up. He didnt know what to do. If he went in after him there was a large chance that he would drown too. It was like his body wouldnt allow him to go in the water, like it was paralyzed.

But it was Blaine. Kurt had to save him just like Blaine had saved him before.

Without another thought, Kurt jumped into the cold, dark water and swam back up to the surface. He struggled for a few moments, looking around to see if he could find Blaine. He could hardly see anything but darkness, except for the moments when lightning illuminated the night sky.

He grabbed onto one of the poles that connected the dock to the ground, taking in a large breath before going under. He looked around for a few moments before realizing he couldnt see anything, and he ran out of air quickly. He swam back up and took in another breath of air and went back down, hopefully for longer this time.

While he was under the water, a bolt of lightning crashed through the sky, lighting up the water and allowing Kurt to see just for a few moments. The light flashed and Kurt saw the outline of a body floating near the bottom. He memorized where it was and went back up for one quick breath of air. He went under and started swimming down, hoping he wouldnt run out of air before going back up.

He reached where Blaines body was and felt around for something he could grab onto. He finally found his wrist and started swimming back to the surface. It was a challenge trying to get Blaine out of the water because Kurt wasnt a strong swimmer. But Kurt got them to the shore and set Blaine down on the beach, petrified at how lifeless he looked.

His lips were purple and his skin was pale white. Kurt didnt know much about CPR except what he saw in the movies. He put his ear down on Blaines chest, realizing quickly that he wasnt breathing. He gave him a few chest compressions and tried mouth to mouth but nothing was working. "Wake up!" He yelled at him. "It was supposed to be me! I was supposed to die!" He was crying now, and his whole body was shaking. "I need you Blaine!" He went down to give him mouth to mouth again, but instead just gave him quick kisses. He didnt know what to do.

Blaine was dead, and Kurt couldnt save him.

Kurt was woken up by a loud boom of thunder at about two in the morning. He sat up quickly, already crying and shaking. He put his hands over his ears, squeezed his eyes shut and let out a loud sob. Everything was too much. The storm, the dream, and the fact that he had just felt what it was like to see Blaine die. He took his phone off the nightstand and went into his closet, which seemed like the safest place.

He sat in the corner against the wall without even bothering to turn the light on. He couldnt stop crying, his dream too realistic and the images of Blaine lifeless haunted his thoughts. He needed to hear Blaines voice, he needed to know he was okay.

He dialed Blaines number, hoping that his phone would be on and that he would answer. Another pang of thunder shook the house, and Kurt let out a loud sob as he waited for Blaine to answer. "Please pick up, please," he whispered.

"Hello?" Said a half asleep voice from the other end of the line. It was the only sound Kurt wanted to hear.

"Blaine," was all Kurt could get out before he started sobbing uncontrollably.

"You know its two in the morning—Kurt? Whats wrong?" Blaines voice became more alert. Kurt just kept crying, unable to form words. "Kurt, please tell me whats wrong. Are you hurt? Why are you crying? You need to tell me so I can help." His voice was becoming anxious.

"You-you were—I couldnt-" his voice cracked. "I needed to hear your v-voice. Im sorry for w-waking you."

"Shh…" Blaine soothed. "Kurt dont be sorry, just tell me what happened."

"You were dead, and I-I couldnt save you. Why couldnt I save you?" Kurt tried to control the sobs but nothing was working, it all had felt so real. "I needed to know y-you were okay, I-I just needed to hear you. I needed to know you were okay..."

"Im here. Im okay and youre okay. Where are you?"

"In-in my c-closet. The storm—its bringing everything back." Another boom of thunder made Kurt squeeze his eyes shut and cringe at the sound, willing the memories not to come back.

"Okay, just stay where you are and try to calm down. Ill be over as fast as I can," he said quickly and Kurt could hear things rustling from the other end.

"Blaine g-go back to sleep. Ill be f-fine," Kurt said shakily, knowing he wasnt being very convincing.

"No, Kurt, this is all my fault. Im so sorry I let this happen. Just wait a few minutes, dont worry. Im going to-" But before Blaine could finish the line went dead. The storm must have been doing something to the phone service.

"Blaine? Blaine are you there?" Frustrated, Kurt threw his phone at the wall and curled up against the wall. He was still crying, but not as hard as he was before. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that he was somewhere else, only to be brought back to reality with every flash of lightning and boom of thunder.

After about 20 minutes, Kurts breathing had finally slowed down and his body had stopped rocking. He felt tired and alone, only wanting for Blaine to hold him in his arms again. The side of his head was resting on the wall and his knees were pulled up to his chest. And few tears fell every so often, whenever the image of Blaines pale body flashed into his mind.

He felt someone open the closet door and flinched, finally looking up to see Blaine standing in front of him in a drenched sweatshirt. "Kurt?" Blaine said walking into the closet and dropping to his knees.

"Blaine?" Kurt said as loudly as he could, which was hardly any sound at all. He couldnt see much except for the outline of his body, which was enough for Kurt to totally break. He started sobbing uncontrollably, unable to control the emotions rushing through his body.

Blaine pulled off his wet sweatshirt to reveal a black tank top, and put his arms around Kurt, holding him just like that night while they waited for help to arrive.

"You were—you werent breathing. And you were pale and your heart—it wasnt beating anymore. It just stopped. I-I needed to hear your voice. I cant lose you. Please dont leave me."

"Shh…Youre okay. Im here, Im not going anywhere." Blaine said kissing Kurts temple.

Blaine held him for a while, right there on the floor. Blaine was sitting up against the wall with Kurts head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Kurt slowly stopped shaking as Blaine ran his hand up and down his arm, trying to calm him and make him feel safe. He didnt ask any questions, or say anything about how it probably wasnt safe that Kurt had been leaving his balcony door unlocked.

Kurt was finally calm, and the storm seemed to have reduced to just rain. He looked up at Blaine to see that his eyes were shut. "Blaine," he whispered.

"Yes?" He whispered back, not opening his eyes.

"Whats wrong with me?" He asked innocently, like all the strength had been taken out of his voice.

Blaine looked down at him and kissed the top of his head. "I think that you were affected by what happened more than you would let yourself, or anyone, believe."

"I should have asked for help…I just ended up almost losing you."

"No, Kurt, I should have seen the signs. All of the lashing out, and when you told me you were having bad dreams…Im going to be there for you, as long as I can. Im going to help you get better." He held him close for a few more minutes before tapping on Kurts arm. "Do you think you can move to the bed?" Blaine asked, noticeably uncomfortable.

Kurt nodded and sat up, looking into Blaines eyes. "Thank you," he said sincerely, not really saying what he wanted to say, because he didnt feel like it was the right time. When he told Blaine those three words, he wanted it to be perfect, and not right after a posttraumatic stress induced emotional breakdown.

Blaine smiled at him and lifted his hand to wipe away the tears that were still staining Kurts face. "How can you still look so perfect even when youre crying?"

Kurts face heated as he looked away, "Im not perfect."

"You are my definition of perfect," he said before leaning in for a kiss. It took a moment for Kurt to kiss back, putting his hand around the back of Blaines neck and threading his fingers through his hair.

"Ive missed that," Kurt said when they finally broke apart exhaling.

"Me too," Blaine said pushing some of Kurts hair off of his forehead.

Blaine stood up and held out his hand to help Kurt up. Kurt took it and stumbled on his way up, falling into Blaines arms. Blaine helped him stand up straight, putting his hands on his waist.

Kurt looked up and noticed Blaine lick his lips as his eyes flicked from Kurts eyes to his mouth. Kurt put his hands on his shoulders and closed the space between them, pressing his lips to Blaines. Blaine didnt hesitate to kiss back, wrapping his hands around Kurts back, pulling him closer. "Your shirt is drenched," Blaine whispered in between breaths.

"Yours is too. I guess thats what happens when you walk here in a rainstorm."

Blaine chuckled and smiled into another kiss. Kurt ran his hands down the sides of Blaines bare arms and down the sides of his waist, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

He started tugging on his wet shirt, asking for permission. Blaine pulled back and nodded before he put his hands up to allow Kurt to take it off. Kurt took it off in one swift movement before crashing their lips back together. They both moved out into the bedroom together, never separating from each other.

"We really should get you out of this wet shirt, you might catch a cold," Blaine said insistently, starting to undo the buttons of Kurts pajama shirt. Kurt hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was ready to be this intimate with Blaine. Blaine must have felt it too because he stopped for a moment. "Is this okay? I just want to do what will make you feel better." The sincerity in Blaines eyes made Kurts heart melt. He nodded and allowed Blaine to unbutton his shirt, never losing eye contact.

They stopped for a moment to take each other in. Although Kurt had seen Blaine without a shirt before it was never quite like this. Kurt remembered that this was the first time Blaine was seeing Kurt shirtless and started to wonder what could possibly be going through Blaines head. He began to feel extremely self-conscious under Blaines intense gaze.

"Hey no," Blaine said walking close to him and cupping his face in his hands. "Youre beautiful," He found Kurts eyes and kissed him lovingly. Kurt kissed back instantly, sucking on Blaines bottom lip to deepen the kiss.

Kurt backed them up until his knees hit the bed and they toppled onto it. Blaine laughed and Kurt pushed himself up the bed so he was sitting against the headboard. Kurt bit his lip and motioned for Blaine to follow. He slid down to lay on his back as Blaine crawled up the bed and began kissing his neck.

"Your pants are getting the bed all wet," Kurt said, hoping it would get Blaine to take them off.

"Hmm…I guess I should have thought about that," he pressed a kiss to Kurts forehead and rolled off the bed. Kurt stared at Blaine as he united his sweat pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing blue boxer briefs and a visible erection.

Kurts breath hitched for a moment. He didnt realize how badly he wanted Blaine until right then. He sat up and quickly pulled Blaine onto the bed, causing him to yelp in surprise.

Blaine finally settled with his arms on either side of Kurt, supporting himself. "Hi," he said quietly as he hovered inches over Kurt.

"Hey," Kurt said softly in return before surging up to give him a long, languid kiss. He lifted his hand and ran it through his wet curls. The kiss soon became more heated and desperate as Kurt swiped his tongue against Blaines lips asking for entrance. Blaine parted his lips as their tongues began to battle for dominance.

Their tongues explored each others mouths for a moment before Blaine moved his mouth down Kurts jaw and then to his neck, trailing his tongue down to his collarbone, causing Kurt to let out a low moan. Kurt closed his eyes and let his head roll back, giving Blaine more access.

Blaine moved the hand that he wasnt supporting himself with up and down Kurts chest. Sometimes his thumb would brush against his nipple, emitting an ungodly sound from Kurts mouth. Every time his hand made it to Kurts hips, he would hesitate at the waistband of his pants before starting up again.

"You can touch me," Kurt said breathlessly when he noticed Blaine toying with the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

"What?" Blaine asked out of breath, still preoccupied with marking Kurts neck.

"You can touch me, if you want to," he repeated, not even embarrassed with his request. He bucked his hips again, this time bumping into Blaines thigh, creating wonderful friction. "God. Please touch me." He groaned softly.

Blaine pushed up and looked down into Kurts eyes. Both boys eyes were hungry with want, pupils lust blown and darkened. "Are you sure?" he asked quickly.

Kurt nodded quickly pulling Blaines head down for another kiss. Blaine slid the hand resting on Kurts waistband and starting palming him through the fabric of his pajama pants. "Fuck," Kurt gasped. "Please"

In one swift motion, Blaine pulled both Kurts pants and underwear down to his thighs, freeing Kurts own straining erection. Blaine stared for a moment at his flushed cock before kissing him roughly and taking Kurt into his hand. Kurts hips instinctively snapped up to meet his grip.

Blaine pumped slowly while kissing Kurts chest. Kurt whimpered and arched his back at the touch of Blaines rough hand. Blaine swept his thumb over the slit, spreading the pre-come that had gathered there, causing Kurt to thrash wildly at his bed sheets.

"Faster," Kurt pleaded. Blaine listened and sped up his pace.

"God youre so hot," Blaine muttered as Kurt threw his head back and moaned, bucking his hips into Blaines hand in rhythm with his strokes. Blaine took the opportunity to suck at Kurts exposed neck, soothing the sore spots with his tongue.

Kurt felt the coiling in his stomach and knew he wasnt going to last much longer. It only took a few more strokes before he was coming into Blaines hand, a muffled moan escaping from both boys lips. Blaine pumped him through his orgasm until he finally came down from his high, breathing heavily and heart racing.

Blaine looked into Kurts eyes with a glazed expression before kissing his forehead and rolling onto his back next to him. They laid there as their breathing became steady for a few minutes, Kurts eyes shut in utter bliss.

He finally opened his eyes and looked over at Blaine, who was already staring. He rolled over onto his side and started tracing shapes on Blaines exposed stomach before hesitating, "Wait, do you need me to—"

"No, ugh…Im taken care of…" Kurt glanced down and realized Blaines boxer-briefs were already stained. Oh.

"Maybe we should…clean up?" He suggested realizing how sticky and uncomfortable he was, "I have some sweats you can borrow…"

"Okay. Would you like me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"If it isnt too much trouble," he said shyly.

Blaine shook his head and caressed Kurts cheek. "You will never be too much trouble."

"Are you feeling better?" Blaine whispered into Kurts ear as he laid behind him on the bed, arm draped around his stomach and holding him close.

"Much," Kurt said sleepily. "Sorry about everything I said the other day."

"Dont be, I should be the one thats sorry."

"For what?" Kurt didnt think Blaine had anything to be sorry about. He was the one with issues, he was the one who couldnt get over his near death experience.

"For not being there for you when you needed me these past two weeks. You were alone with how much your accident affected you. I want you to call me whenever you have a bad dream, okay? And I am going to try to spend more time with you."

"Okay…" Kurt mumbled, trying not to fall asleep.

"And Kurt?"

"Mhm."

"Sometimes you just cant save everyone." He murmured softly.

"What do you mean?"

"In your dreams, and in real life, things happen that you cant prepare for. Sometimes you just cant do anything about it."

"But I am going to save you…"

"In your dream?"

Kurt shook his head in reply. "Just like you saved me. I dont want to know what it feels like to lose you ever again."

Blaine pulled Kurt closer and kissed the back of his bare shoulder. "Maybe you wont," he whispered softly.

"Can you sing me to sleep?" Kurt mumbled with his eyes closed, barely able to form words because of how tired he was.

"Sure…" He softly began to sing in Kurts ear:

Come away with me in the night,

Come away with me, and I will write you a song…

He sang lovingly into Kurts ear while Kurt let his mind drift off, just keeping his thoughts focused on the sound of Blaines beautiful voice.

Kurt smiled and drifted off into a calm sleep, with no dreaming or nightmares, just with the knowledge that Blaine was there, holding him in his arms.

Come away with me