Music In the Night: Chapter five.

Kurt locked the door to the bathroom behind him. It didn't matter that it was the girls, his voice was high enogth that he could get away with it and they didn't smell of...well he didn't want to think about what the boys bathroom smelt like. He shut the lid of the toilet and sat down hiding his face in his hands and then he let the tears come.

There was no denying it had been a bad day. The hockey guys, mad at their currently lifeless leader having taken a fall down the stairs were looking for somebody to take their worries out on. That had turned out to be Kurt, as he had walked from class to class he had heard jeers about it being better to be in a coma than gay and how they hoped he hadn't passed on gay germs when he had helped the boy. It shocked him that his helping could be turned around into a reason to torment him more.

Then there was the football boys, Karofsky's eye had seemed to follow him everywhere. Then at lunchtime they cornered him. He had received a hash punch to the stomach. And that was on top of the two locker knocks they had already seen fit to give him. In gym Kurt's usual gymnastics had been cancelled because the teacher decided it was time for them all to have a dodge ball match. The instant the whistle had been blown two guys on Kurt's team had turned around and flung balls at his face.

And there was the fact that in glee club he had again been missed for a solo, he would never be allowed to do anything more than sing in the background. He had lost it completely, shouted at Rachel and walked out in the middle of her song. He felt bad about that, it wasn't her fault that his life was shit, she was just an easy target at that moment.

He let himself sob quietly, knowing he wouldn't be disturbed for at least forty minutes as he was supposed to be in a lesson.

But as he cried he started to hear a voice singing.

"Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away"

Kurt gasped as he recognized the voice, it was the voice from his dreams. He ran out into the bathroom. He looked around but could not see anybody. The music seemed to be right in his ear but it wasn't coming from anywhere.

"Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching
As if I'm not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run"

Kurt knew he should be frightened. He was hearing things that couldn't possibly exist. But he wasn't, there was just something so comforting about the voice, the warmth behind it and the support he seemed to be being offered. He could feel himself growing calm and felt the worries of his day start to fall away as he sat on the floor and just listened.

"Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

'Cause I, I love you
I want you to know
That I, yeah I'll love you
I'll never let you go, no, no

And I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you
Here at my side, my hands are holding you
Ohhh..."

When the music finished Kurt closed his eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered. It took him a little longer to stand up and clean his face. He had an apology to make to Rachel.
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"Hmmm."

Kurt found himself returning the satisfied little sound as he felt a presence near him.

"You can't just kiss me and leave like that."

"You doubt my existence during the day but welcome me with warm arms and soft moans and bare chest during the night." The voice answered.

Kurt considered denying that he had forgone his pajama shirt just because of the creature but somewhere in his mind he had been thinking it.

"You can't exist during the day, you're too wonderful to exist in the daylight. It's too harsh for you, I've always found the moonlight a little magical."

There was no answer and Kurt opened his eyes. The sight in front of him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The creature was above him supporting himself on strong arms. He had folded his wings around Kurt so that they fell down to the bed, the result was that everywhere Kurt looked their was the strange glowing light that close up seemed to swirl. Kurt tried to figure out what he could compare it to and settled on waves and currents made out slightly different shades of pearly water.

"You take my breath away." Kurt admitted.

The creature bent down and kissed Kurt again. It was as wonderful as the first time and it was almost painful for Kurt to pull away but he had to.

"No, I don't want you to disappear again."

The creature smiled and then bent his head so that he could place little kisses against Kurt's neck that left him shivering.

"Stop, I want to know your name." Kurt moaned.

The creature stopped and pulled back. There was a slightly puzzled look on it's face.

"I keep calling you creature in my own mind."

The creature laughed.

"Creature?"

"Shall I call you the demon instead?"

"Demon? I am not quiet a demon." He managed to look both slightly amused and slightly insulted.

"And not quiet an angel."

"No, not quiet an angel."

"Not quiet a demon and not quiet an angel, if you didn't have wings then I would say you were human."

"No, not that either. That is what I am though, I thought you wanted a name."

"Yes." Kurt answered. "I want to know what to call you."

"In your own mind you can call me whatever you wish."

"Out loud, I want to have something to call you out loud."

"Will you sing for me again if I give you a name?"

"Yes."

"Blaine."

"Blaine? Really?"

"Yes."

It sounded to ordinary to Kurt at first but the more that he thought about it the more that the name transformed until it fit the creature in front of him. Blaine, the wonderful mystery, Blaine his first kiss, Blaine the thing that made his days more bearable because he knew he only had to get thought them and it would soon be night again and he could see Blaine, the winged boy.

"Sing." Blaine said gently folding his wings and leaning his head against Kurt's chest. He was utterly still as he did not seem to breath. Kurt stayed quiet for a moment trying to hear or feel Blaine's heart against him but when he couldn't detect him it Kurt felt he had to do something otherwise the magic of the moment would disappear and questions he didn't want to answer would pop into his mind. He wanted to just be happy here and now, no questions about whether it was all real to disturb him.

Kurt started singing what he could remember from the song he had heard that day. Blaine gave him a knowing smile as if he understood that Kurt was trying to tell him he knew that he had come to him when he was upset and he appreciated it.

"Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you"
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