Blaine woke up and turned towards his nightstand to see what time it was. He groaned seeing the clock read 1:00am. He wasn't sure what had woken him, but as he laid there in bed he found that despite how tired he was he couldn't fall all the way back to sleep. It was really frustrating.

He was thirsty, but kept drifting in and out of sleep dreaming he'd gotten up to get some water only to wake up still thirsty. Finally, he slowly got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. He could go down to the kitchen and get a glass, but in his sleepy state that seemed too far away.

He stumbled into the bathroom and ran a hand through his messy curls, leaving the light off as he leaned over the sink and drank some tap water out of his cupped hands. He wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and started back towards his bedroom, passing the music room on the way. He smelled roses. He stopped by the door and listened, did he just hear something coming from the empty room

There was a soft light coming from under the door, Blaine's pulse quickened and he swore under his breath when he realize he had noidea where his baseball bat was, he'd seen it while unpacking but couldn't remember where it was now. Blaine straightened his shoulders and slowly pushed the door open with a gentle creak and poked his head in. He squinted against the light in the room.

Soon his eyes adjusted and then grew wide as Blaine scanned his music room. Candles where set up all over the place, on the windowsills and along the floor, brightly shining their warm light, there was also a fire in the fireplace even though it was warm outside. The flames flickered and danced casting strange shadows across the walls, across his piano and across the huge four-post bed in the middle of the room.

Wait.What?

Blaine stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He didn't know why he felt the need to beso quite, but there was a strange stillness and warmth over the room. Blaine rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before looking back at the mysterious bed in the room. What the hell?

Then Blaine realized he wasn't alone.

There were people on the bed. Blaine backed away in fear, not realizing he'd even moved forward. His back hit the wall behind him as he stared at the sight before him. Two men were on the bed, naked and writhing against each other. One stretchedout on his back lengthwise over the rich soft looking covers, his skin pale and perfect, his knees hitched up around the other man, but kicking out against the bed. Blaine couldn't see his face, but his body was beautiful, porcelain looking skin and toned muscles, gorgeous with the soft light from the candles flicking over him.

Straddling this Adonis was a slim, tall figure, with light-colored hair and a strong, smooth back. He was sitting up, legs on either side of the pale body beneath him. Blaine could see that he was holding the other man's hands against the bed and above his head, but the way he was leaning obstructed his view of the bottom man's face. The man on top had his back towards him, so Blaine couldn't see his face either.

However, It didn't take a genius to figure out what the two mean were doing. The man on top was buried inhis lover and rocking back and forth all while the man beneath him kicked out his spread legs and writhed under him.

At first it was like watching a muted porno, all the moves were right, but the room was bathedin silence. Soon though, small sounds started coming from the men, a low moan, a soft gasp. Blaine took a few almost involuntary steps towards the bed and then blushed when he realized he'd also moved a hand into his pajama pants.

Blaine looked back up at the two naked, beautiful men in front of him. Their muscles tight as they moved against one another. The moaning was full volume now. The man on top letting out deep groans of pleasure with every thrust down. The man stretched out on the bed panting and thrashing under him. The old bed creaking as the men rocked on top of it.

Blaine let his hand wonder, pulling his pants down over his hips as he slowly started pumping his hardening cock. Clearly he was still dreaming. He never did get up to get that drink, and now his body was wanting something more than water and his mind was providing him with this utterly erotic sight.

Blaine didn't have erotic dreams very often, but he certainly didn't mind this one.

Blaine was momentarily distracted from his own pleasure as he heard a tight, high-pitch voice call out.

"Please Sebastian. Please."

The man laying on the bed was begging for more and the man on top continued thrusting into him, but now with much more force, rocking the bed as he thrust down into the man under him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He growled as he twisted one of the wrist he was gripping.

Blaine heard a cry of pain from the paler man. "Seb!Please!" he choked out.

The man named Sebastian tightened his grip on the other man's wrist and twisted them harshly as his lover let out a cry of pain and fear.

Blaine's hand flew away from his own erection and he quickly pulled his pants back up. Something was wrong. This was wrong.

Blaine viewed the scene before him with new eyes. The man stretched across the bed wasn't kicking out in pleasure, he wasn't thrashing in enjoyment. He was fighting, he was struggling. He was trying to free himself. Meanwhile the other man wasn't letting up in his merciless attack.

Sebastian wasn't holdingtheother man the way a lover would hold someone in thethroesof passion. He was forcing him down. Hands tightly pressing the smaller man's wrists against the bed.

"You fucking whore!" Sebastian yelled. "How dare you Kurt!"

"No! No!" Kurt pleaded, "I didn't I swear. I love you Seb. Only you.Please Sebastian." His last two words were little more than a sob as Sebastian leaned forward finding a new angle to fuck him.

"You're a liar Kurt." He growled and moved both hands to clamp around the terrified man's neck.

Blaine was frozen in fear and shock, slowly understanding what he was watching, this wasn't just sex, it wasn't two hot guys making love, it wasan attack. Blaine would think aboutwhat the hellwas wrong with his brain for dreaming this latter. Right now all he could focus on was waking up.

"Wake up. Wake up! Wake up, Blaine!" He chanted to himself, but nothing changed, he was still stuck in this nightmare.

Kurt had stopped pleading now, no that wasn't it, hecouldn'tplead anymore as Sebastian tightened his grip on Kurt's throat, cutting off his air supply. Kurt bucked and thrashed, trying to get Sebastian off of him, but he wasn't strong enough. Sebastian's apparent rage seeming to strengthen him as he easily kept Kurt down.

Blaine was close enough now to see Kurt's hands fly to his neck trying to pry Sebastian's fingers offhim, but it didn't work. Blaine got his first look at Kurt's face, he was gorgeous, or would have been if he didn't look so scared. His eyes were wide and his faceflushedand his mouth opened and closedsoundlessly, trying to gulp in air that couldn't reach his lungs.

Sebastian kept up an unforgiving pace, rocking on top of Kurt as he choked the life out of him.

Suddenly Blaine sprang to action. He had no idea what was going on, and a part of him was starting to fear this wasn't a dream, but no matter what, he couldn't just stand there and watch someone be killed. Blaine moved to pull Sebastian off of Kurt, but his arms went straight through him. Blaine gulped down the fear rising in his chest and tried again, again, his arms went through Sebastian as if he wasn't there.

Kurt's kicking and squirming had grown weaker by this point and Blaine's blood pulsed with fear. He took a step back and then launched himself on tothe bed, only to fall through it and skid forward hitting the wall on the other side.

Blaine rubbed his head where he'd hit it, stood up and turned around. He had a perfect side view of what is going on now. Kurt was almost motionless beneath Sebastian, his lips still opening and closing slightly, his only other movement was his body being rocked back and forth by Sebastian. Kurt's eyes were wide and unblinking, his face blotched red and purple. Sebastian hands were leaving angry red marks against the pale flesh of Kurt's neck.

Sebastian thrust as Kurt's head tilted back towards the bed and his body spasmeda few times, hands twitching, feet jerking, chest heaving before slumping limply against the bed, completely still. Then Sebastian came, his head thrown back and a hash yell on his lips.

Blaine couldn't move. He could hardlybreatheas horror shook through him. He watched as Sebastian slumped down onKurt's body, finally releasing his neck. He stared at Kurt for a moment and then closed Kurt's mouth and pressed a hard kiss to his blueish lips.

"You should have never cheated on me." Sebastian said, voice even and unemotional. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Sebastian climbed offKurt and down off the bed. His back turned towards a terrified Blaine. Blainepulled his eyes away from Sebastian and looked at Kurt. Unmoving, unbreathing, tear stains on his beautiful face, his pale body completely still.

Blaine heard a choked off sob and then realized he'd made the sound himself, he was crying. He looked away from Kurt to see that Sebastian had turned around, something in his hand now. Clear green eyes staring at Kurt's dead body.

Blaine's mind couldn't catch up to what he was seeing fast enough as Sebastian lifted the gun to his own head.

"NO!" Blaine screamed reaching forward as Sebastian pulled he trigger. There is a loud bang and then there was red... just everywhere. Blaine collapsed to the ground, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his breath.

Blaine sat curled up on himself, arms hugging his knees and head buried in his arms, as the room grew colder, and darker. Slowly he opened his eyes to see... his music room. No candles, no fire in the fireplace, no bed,no dead bodies.Blaine tried to move to get up, but he felt dizzy and sick, instead he laid down pressing a cheek against the cool wood floor, and tried to steady his breathing. He closed his eyes and eventuallyfellinto a fretful sleep.