It’s the nightmares that wake him again, this time he can’t sit still. The urge to run was overwhelming. And so he does. He slips out from under the covers, briefly he looks over at Blaine to make sure the other didn’t wake up. Satisfied to see that he was still asleep, the speedster ran, he wasn’t sure for how long. Could be seconds, or minutes, he would have done it for hours if he could. It was this restless energy, racing away from the thoughts that danced around in his head. Yet regardless of how fast he ran, it didn’t change the nightmares, it didn’t stop them from happening. Eventually they will calm down, they weren’t as frequent as before. He just– he didn’t like talking about them, even though he probably should. Some would say he allows his emotions to rule him, it’s easy to read what he’s feeling. See, the thing was Barry was the fact that when he truly wanted to keep something bottled up he was very good at it.
Eventually he returned back to their place, phasing through the door to keep quiet. What time was it? It was still dark, but close to early in the morning, great, he’s going to be tired tomorrow. Or rather later today, good things he has the day off, right? He settled on the couch, rubbing his temples with a frustrated, almost distressed look on his face. Then he hears footsteps; Blaine must have woken up. Had he not been as quiet as he thought? “Blaine–” green eyes look up to met those hazel- honey colored ones. “I… sorry, did I wake you up?”
Barry’s spot on the bed was ice cold when Blaine’s hand reached for him in the middle of the night. A contrast of chilly air and no one next to him that his body wasn’t ready for waited for him where a person should be. The empty air in place of his boyfriend stirred him out of sleep. Tired eyes opened to a pillow with the indent of Barry’s head on it instead of a face. It was dark out which meant it was way too early for Barry to be gone. Had to be around somewhere. “Barry,” his voice was still scratchy with sleep as he called out and received nothing back. Or maybe he wasn’t? “Honey?” Not even a stir in the bathroom or kitchen. Okay. Now he was wide awake. Barry was gone and (after shoving bedheaded curls out of his eyes so he could check his phone and seeing no text to tell him something happened at work and he had to rush out) he had no idea why and that wasn’t a common thing between them.
Something had to be wrong.
Worry replaced confusion and he was out of bed with his pajama pants pulled on in seconds. Snatching his phone off the nightstand, Blaine walked down the hall and stopped in his tracks when he came to the living room. Barry was on the couch..but dressed? “Hey,” his voice was laden with concern as he took a seat tossing a glance to his now unneeded phone before setting it aside and putting his full attention on the man beside him. “Um. No. I don’t think you did. I just noticed you weren’t there. You didn’t answer me. You okay?” He had no idea Barry was gone at all, but he could see the heaviness in his eyes and knew the answer already. Wanting nothing more than to make him feel better, Blaine wrapped his arm around Barry’s shoulders and tugged him close enough to press a kiss to his temple. “Wanna talk about it?”
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