When you’re dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part

He woke up gasping, vivid images still flashing before his eyes. All he could see was Kurt; with tears shining on his face, skin slightly blotchy, a small smile of love. He was the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen, even in misery.

You roll out of bed and down onto your knees

And for a moment you can hardly breathe

Blaine closed his eyes, desperate to hold onto dream as he closes his eyes and replays it in his mind. It had felt so real. Blaine had felt as though Kurt really had been there, that he’d come back.

Wondering was she really here?

Is she standing in my room?

No she’s not, ‘cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Blaine knew Kurt hadn’t been here. Kurt was gone. Blaine had stood him up one too many times, been late, not been attentive enough.

When you’re dreaming with a broken heart

The giving up is the hardest part

As Blaine lay back in the bed he’d once shared with Kurt, part of him wanted to cry. He wanted to be able to feel the tears run down his face, prove he was still human. But another part of him, no matter how small, still thought his Kurt would come back some day. Why cry when your soulmate will be back soon?

She takes you in with her crying eyes

Then all at once you have to say goodbye

Blaine remembered the day Kurt left. He remembered how he ran to Kurt when he saw him crying, sitting on the edge of the bed next to a packed suitcase. He remembered how he had hugged Kurt and he’d been held so tightly he could barely breathe. He remembered how Kurt had tearfully explained that he was leaving, he wasn’t putting up with Blaine anymore. He remembered how heartbroken Kurt had looked. That was the last time Blaine cried. The last time he saw Kurt.

Wondering could you stay my love?

Will you wake up by my side?

No she can’t, ‘cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Blaine slowly stood up and walked over to the window. It was already open. Blaine liked it open. He looked out, seeing the garden Kurt had planted. Blaine reached out and picked three white roses, ignoring the sting as a thorn pierced his skin. Three had been their lucky number and white roses were Kurt’s favorite. Blaine closed his eyes and felt a single tear slide down his unshaven face as he remembered this.

Now, do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hands?

Blaine set the roses on his nightstand as he climbed back into bed. He reached out and grabbed the flowers, before cuddling them as he would have cuddled Kurt. He hugged them, not caring that he was bleeding in multiple places from the thorns. He would take any amount of pain just to hold Kurt one last time.

Would you get them if I did?

No you won’t, ‘cause you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Blaine slid his eyes closed, knowing he’d dream of Kurt again. Dreaming was better than reality. Dream Kurt was always with him.

And Kurt would never be with him again.

When you’re dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part