i got you. @porcelain-ashtray

He’s squirming- not violently, just a kick here and a twist of his torso there.  It makes his discomfort obvious though and Blaine apparently woke.  Or maybe he hadn’t slept much at all.  It’s the third time Kurt’s stayed with Blaine since that first night in the rain.  The nightmares aren’t constant and don’t elicit yelling or anything else that could alert his family, but they’re often and leave him exhausted.  Finn is even noticing circles under Kurt’s eyes.

When it’s been long enough – a week or so is an accurate gage – of sleeping restlessly and feeling like he’s being watched when he leaves the house, of being stared at by anyone on the same side as his attackers when he’s out at night, Kurt goes to Blaine.

Someone otherwise uninvolved and yet to judge him was a comfort.  So Kurt has been sleeping here once every week for the past three, always sure to give him warning in case of any relatives – something they hadn’t discussed but Kurt assumes is a good idea to be careful of, if nothing else based on his appearance in contrast to this neighborhood.

He wakes with a start, fists clenched and body tensing.  Prepared to defend himself.  There is no danger though, only Blaine in a room only dimly lit by a small lamp on the bedside table.  Releasing the breath he’d been holding, Kurt lets his body go slack as he raise a hand to place on his forehead.  “Sorry.”

Blaine spends his time in between hearing from Kurt switching from focused on school and the Warblers to wondering if the boy he found broken in the rain is okay.  There’s texts that they share.  Mainly Blaine sending him hellos and words of encouragement.  Of making sure that he knows he has a place to go.  He doesn’t want to smother him so he makes sure not to do it as often as he’d actually like.

Kurt’s been taking him up on the offer.  Blaine can tell that he comes to him when things get too much to ignore. The state he arrives in is testament to that.  God those circles under his eyes are always so dark but Blaine notices after a night or two of being here..they seem to fade a little bit.  

So?  When Kurt shows up–Blaine tries not to ask too many questions and let him get the rest he so obviously needs.  When Kurt wants to talk–he’ll talk.  If that doesn’t happen–they’ll talk about other things until Kurt is comfortable enough to confide in him.  Or not.  Either way–whatever Kurt needs, Blaine’s happy that Kurt knows he can find it here.

Tonight was no different.  Blaine stayed up until he was sure that Kurt was sleeping hoping that he’d be able to stay that way the entire night.  Less than an hour or so after he dozed off–he was startled awake with a kick to his shin.  It wasn’t until the second that Blaine lightly touched Kurt’s shoulder.  Hazel eyes went from sleepy to wide when he saw the pale boy jerk and then deflate.  “It’s okay, Kurt,” he whispered calmly.  “It was only a dream. You’re okay. See?”