For the next few days Blaine was strangely quiet. It was unnerving to Kurt who was used to Blaine being energetic and vivacious. Kurt did feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders by telling Blaine about his nightmares, but he had expected a bigger reaction from Blaine. He had been so calm and steady about it. In the moment Kurt was grateful for that, now he was stuck wondering what was simmering under Blaines calm exterior. 

The dreams hadnt gone away. The only thing that had really changed about their nighttime routine was that now when Kurt woke up, not only was Blaine there to comfort him, he was there with questions ready.

"What happened?" Hed ask. Or "Who was it, a man or a woman?" "What happened to them?" Kurt didnt know if this was Blaines way of trying to help carry the weight or if he was just morbidly curious, though that didnt seem like Blaine. 

For his part Kurt found that talking about the dreams did make him feel better, he thought it would make it worse, but instead it was like purging it from his system and helped him not to dwell on them so much during the day. Still, he wondered with Blaines quietness if the dreams were now weighing on him instead. 

Blaine also seemed a little obsessed with why Kurt was having these dreams. "Maybe you are a physic now." He said, another suggestion in a long string of ideas. They were sitting on the couch together and watching whatever trashy realty show was on Bravo that evening. 

"I would hope if I was physic it would be something better than this. These dreams are useless, all they do it keep me from sleeping well."

Blaine was quite for a while and Kurt thought he was back to focusing on the show when he spoke again. "Maybe they arent useless." 

"What use could they possible serve?" Kurt asked. Blaine craned his neck back to look up at Kurt from where he was resting against his chest; he shrugged and turned back to the TV. He didnt mention anything else about it. In fact he hardly said anything else at all that evening.  

The next day Blaine met Kurt during a break at FIT and they walked together to get lunch. It was a beautiful fall day in New York and Kurt was wrapped in one of his favorite peacoats, a yellow scarf at his neck as Blaine took his hand and swung it between them. 

Blaine hadnt said anything about the nightmares this morning and Kurt was more than happy to not talk about them for a little while. With an autumn breeze in his face and Blaines hand in his, things didnt seem nearly as bad as they had even just a few days ago when they had first found the article about Phillip Bouchard in the paper. 

They made their way to a little sushi place they loved and the hostess gave them their usual booth. Blaine put his bag down on the booth next to him as they ordered their favorites. Kurt dove into talking about school and the group project he was part of. 

"Its like he doesnt even know basic pattern making." Kurt complained about a classmate between mouthfuls of sushi. "I mean he depends on us to do it when we are in a group, but what does he expect to happen when he gets out on his own?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "I swear, half of these people I wouldnt hire to work for me."

"When you start your own line?" Blaine supplied. 

"Of course."  

Blaine smiled, but he looked nervous, hed been quite during the whole meal and the walk over. 

"So, are you going to tell me whats bothering you?" Kurt finally asked when he couldnt stand it any longer. 

Blaine put down his chopsticks, "Nothings bothering me."

"Youve been weirdly quite today. Actually youve been weirdly quite for days now."

"I just... Ive been thinking about your dreams."

Kurt knew that already, he had opened up to Blaine and now he really need Blaine to talk to him. He was worried that Blaine was internally freaking out and covering it up.

"And?" Kurt asked raising an eyebrow.

"I got you something." Blaine answered, seemingly changing the subject. He started going through his bag, stuffed with music pages and other miscellanea. He lifted out a thin package wrapped in colorful paper and handed it to Kurt. 

Kurt took it with surprise, as far as subject changes went, this was a nice one. "You did not find bowtie wrapping paper." Kurt said as he looked at the green and blue gift wrap that had little bowties all over it. 

"I may have ordered some online a while back and hadnt had a reason to use it yet." Blaine confessed, his eyes sparkling. 

"Youre a dork." Kurt said and laughed as he started to open the gift. "But you got me a gift so I guess Ill let it go."

Blaine smiled nervously. "Dont speak too fast, you might not like it."

Kurt pulled out a leather-bound book with a flap that snapped closed over the front. It was smooth and glossy and very tasteful. Kurt opened it up and flipped through the blank pages before looking at Blaine and lifting a brow in question. 

"Its a journal." Blaine said. 

"I can see that." Kurt said with a small smile. "Its lovely, but I dont understand..."

Blaine cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter before folding his hands on the table and leaning in. "Its for your dreams."

There was beat before Kurt understood. "You bought me a dream journal?"

"I thought you might write them down. Not in detail. But people, the places you remember... how people die." He said quietly.

"Why in the world would I want to do that Blaine?" Kurt asked, Blaine looked so eager, like hed come up with an amazing idea, but it sounded terrible. Why would he want Kurt to record such horrible things?

"Ive been thinking, since the dream about Phillip Bouchard was real then other ones might be real too."

"Do you think I havent thought about that?" Kurt asked, heat rising to his face, this was making him upset. He understood perfectly that when he dreamed of someone dying it was something that was going to happen to a real person somewhere. "That makes it all so much worse!" 

Blaine looked around to make sure they hadnt caught anyone attention and Kurt lowered his voice. "How is this supposed to help?"

Blaine sighed. "I thought maybe wed see a pattern, or we could find some of these people. You dreamt about Bouchard before he died, right? Maybe you could... maybe we could together..."

Kurt looked at Blaine and waited for him to finish, he didnt know if he was angry or just upset, but he wasnt following Blaines train of thought here. 

"Maybe we could save some of them." Blaine finally said. 

Kurt sat still as Blaines words washed over him. Of course, of course Blaine would find a way to make this a mission. A way to help people. Any anger that had been growing flushed out of Kurt at Blaine hopeful look. Stupid, charming, too kind Blaine. It was impossible to stay mad at him. 

He did have a point; if Kurt was dreaming about peoples death before they died then maybe he could save them, or some at least of them. That is, if he could even find these people. Most of the dreams were too generic, a dark road at night, the inside of a car, an apartment that really could be anywhere. 

The idea of recording all of these facts and actually trying to find these people was overwhelming. He would have to devote every waking hour to this and still he would probably not find many people. 

But if he could save even one life, wouldnt that be worth it? What if someone had the ability to have saved him? What if someone stopped Sebastian before he killed Kurt... What if? Could he devote his life to these dreams? Could he live with himself if he didnt?

All these thoughts flashed through his mind in a moment. IN the end though Kurt had to admit, that if there was a chance to help someone he wanted to do that, but did Blaine really understand what he was asking of him? 

Kurt swallowed, tears coming to his eyes as he looked down at the journal. He looked back up and Blaines face was etched with worry. 

"It was a bad idea." Blaine said and shook his head reaching for the journal. "Im sorry. I was trying to think of a way to find good in the situation, but its a terrible idea. I dont want you to have to focus on those nightmares anymore than you already do." He pursed his lips together tightly and tried to take the journal back. 

Kurt held on to it. 

"No. Blaine. Wait." He pulled the journal back and put it in his lap. "It isnt a bad idea. I love that you try to find a way to make something awful into something good. I love that about you. Its just... if I do this, it could consume my life. I... I dont even know where to start."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and looked conflicted before he spoke, "We could start with the journal. Check what you know against Newspaper articles and obituaries. See if there is a pattern, or an area that most of your dreams happen in. 

“Bouchard was in the New York area when he died. Plus, we had a connection to him through Rachel. Maybe we could narrow things down if we knew what to look for. Find someone we can help?"

Kurts heart skipped in his chest.  Blaine kept saying "we". He was including himself in whatever came next. Kurt didnt know what all of this was going to mean, but he knew he wasnt going to be alone in it. 

"We?" Kurt said with a smirk.

"Yes, we." Blaine said and grabbed Kurts hand across the table, rubbing his thumb back and forth over it. "Youre stuck with me for all long as you want me. Sorry."  

Kurt smiled, he would always want Blaine.  

"Okay." He sighed and then rolled his eyes. "We will start some weird, creepy detective agency dedicated to saving the lives of the random strangers I dream about. We could have show on Bravo, wed call it Queer P.I. For Those About To Die."

Blaine choked on his laugh and squeezed Kurts hand. "I could be your dashing assistant, and there would be palpable unresolved sexual chemistry between us."

"Oh please." Kurt said and gave Blaine a genuine smile. "There is nothing unresolved about our sexual chemistry." 

He would do it, or at least try; He could jot down his dreams if Blaine thought it would help. It was better than doing nothing. 

Kurt was in a dark warehouse or some other big abandoned building. At first he thought he was alone, it was dark and chilly and quite. But then he heard some kind of noise and though he didnt really want to, his feet started taking him towards the source of the sound. As he got closer he could tell it was someone talking. 

He turned the corner and saw a tall dark figure, he was speaking but the words escaped Kurts ears. It was clear that the man was angry though, his voice carried with cruel intensity. That was when Kurt noticed someone else there, another obscured figure. It was frustrating, Kurt knew he was close enough to be able to see these people, but somehow the details just werent there.

What Kurt could see was that this second figure was afraid, fear rolled off of him in an almost visible way. He was backing away from the man talking, until his back was pressed against some kind of railing or ledge. 

"Please dont!" Kurt heard him yell before the first man raised his hand. 

Kurt saw the glint of a gun and then heard a shot. The man pressed against the railing toppled backwards, falling over the side. Kurts heart leap to his throat as he ran forward and looked over the railing. 

Below a man was sprawled out on the ground, unmoving. 

Kurt woke up with a shout. He was panting, his body drenched in sweat. Blaine was right there as Kurt sat up in bed. He rubbed his hand softly back and forth over Kurts back until he had calmed down enough to breathe better. 

"You okay?" Blaine asked, quite as he scooted in a little closer. Sometimes when Kurt first woke up he didnt really know where he was and didnt like Blaine crowding him until he realized he was safe at home in their bed. Right now wasnt one of those times. He wanted Blaine.  

Kurt moved towards him wrapping his arms tightly around his torso and leaning his head against his over his heart. Blaine held him and kissed his neck. 

"It… it was a murder this time Blaine." Kurt said shortly. 

Blaine drew in a sharp breath. 

"I hate it where they're that violent." Kurt said and Blaine just held him tighter. The longer Kurt had all of these nightmares the more convinced he was that Blaine was right. They were here for a reason and he was going to save someone, no matter what.