Blaine was honestly just too tired and still a little out of it to be feel surprised by how suddenly Kurt had crawled underneath the blankets to press himself against the musician. He could hear the choked sobs and feel the constant shaking and overall terrified demeanor of the man clinging to him with fingers balling up the cotton of his v-neck t-shirt so tightly that he was almost certain he was going to tear it. But seeing the actor like this…in such a troubling state of fear and distress caused something inside him to wake-up, to realize that Kurt needed him in that moment more then he’d ever needed anything since he had first met the theater major. So he pulled the comforter all the way around the actor, making sure he was thoroughly covered before settling himself against the pillow once more and wrapped his arm his torso. His other arm that had been pinned beneath him slipping underneath the man so his hands could press gently into Kurt’s shirt to pull him closer. Blaine held him firmly, making it absolutely clear that he wasn’t going to let go until he was asked to, and maybe not even then. He breathed lightly through his nose, his eyes closing as his lips brushed against the actor’s forehead fleetingly, staying there as he listened to him sob, his own heart swelling at the very thought of something scaring him so badly that he’d cry this hard and be subjected to clinging to Blaine as if it were his life. When he felt Kurt relax the tiniest bit, his stressed voice trying to create a coherent sentence as his fingers became more slack against his shirt he pulled his head back just enough to try to catch the theater major’s gaze, but with no such luck. “Kurt…” he murmured quietly, finally releasing a hand from his back so he could lift his chin and catch his eyes, “You never have to apologize for needing someone. I’ll always be here for you, okay?” Blaine pressed another short kiss to his forehead before winding his arms back around his body to hold him tightly. “Everything will be alright…I promise,” he said quietly, his nose leaning into the facade of delicate brunette hair as he breathed lightly against the gentle strands before his lips parted just enough to sing softly. “We’ll do it all, everything, on our own…we don’t need anything or anyone.” The musician let in a short breath as his legs shifted until he could feel them brush against the musician’s, his hold on him loosening just barely so one hand could remove itself from his back to run gently through his hair, “If I lay here…if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Kurt should have be embarrassed by how needy he was being, how he’d ignored his fear of getting too close and having too many personal contacts. He was very fearful of too much personal contact, after everything in the past he’d never really trusted anyone just to hold him and help him through situations such as these because hhe just wasn’t one of those overly touchy people in general. After everything he’d been through in the past, it had just made him less likely to be found in positions such as these; however Blaine had never given him any reason to think there would be anything wrong with this - he trusted him. He had to trust him, or tomorrow would be incredibly awkward. His eyes were clenched closed tightly, his body wracked with soft, quiet hiccups from crying so much without breathing except for quick, sharp intakes of breath. As he felt Blaine pulling away slightly, Kurt gripped tighter onto his tshirt, curling into him more with a shaky nod, leaning into the gentle kiss to his forehead. It was moments like these, the sweet, tender moments in which Kurt realised just how much he needed and was fond of Blaine. The comforting breathing against hire hair and forehead was relaxing his tensed body, the shaking decreasing even with the continuing storm outside. He could hear the rain lashing against Blaine’s window, the cracks of thunder, and he could see the flashes of lightening even through his closed eyelids. He relaxed the grip on Blaine’s shirt completely as the musician started to sing softly, resting his palm on Blaine’s waist subconsciously. Everything was so soothing and comforting and Kurt was half in the mind to never leave and just stay here forever feeling safe and comforted. “Thank you,” he whispered softly, nuzzling into his chest gently.