kurt.

He breaths deep, sighing heavily with his exhale.  “Yeah.”  he shakes his head a little and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.  He’s embarrassed, honestly, on top of coming down from the dream.  He shouldn’t be having nightmares at all.  It was ridiculous.  Some men go off to war and don’t have PTSD but Kurt?  He was jumped and his paranoia is invading his sleep.  In his defense, he was being watched whenever he went out.  It justified some of it but not all, he thinks.  Ridiculous.

He props himself up with his hands behind himself and turns his gaze to the ceiling.  “I’m so tired of this.”  He whispers softly.  “So goddamn tired…  They follow me.  When I go out at night.  They’re part of the same bullshit crowd as me, and just stare for a while.”  He drinks more lately so he can still enjoy himself.

Blaine pushes himself back so he’s sitting upright and using his headboard as something to lean against.  Concern fills his gaze as he watches Kurt struggling so hard.  His heart goes out to him and even though they’ve only really known each other for a short amount of time?  What he has seen of Kurt and got to know about him?  Made Blaine want to make everything okay for him though he had no idea how or where to even start.  Opening up his house to him whenever he needed was at least something he could do.  But he wanted to do more.

Especially seeing how exhausted Kurt was and how much this was eating at him.  “Kurt?  You know you’re safe here, right?  I know it’s hard to let it go but you can do that while you’re here if you can.  You deserve some rest. I get it if you can’t.”  His concern turned into confusion when Kurt admitted his attackers were following him. “They are,” he asked lowly and frowned. “What do you mean they’re part of the same crowd as you? Were they once friends of yours?”