kurt.

The figure in the room quietly shut the door behind himself and grinned. How cute. Kurt hadn’t moved a muscle all night, still breathing calmly and wrapped around Blaine. The figure, Oliver, stood beside the bed and slid his hands into his pockets. For a long moment, he just stood there and watched them. But the moment could not last and he reached down to gently grab one of Kurt’s arms and bent over to whisper to him. “Time to head out.”

Kurt looked innocent when he slept, and he was a deep sleeper.  His instincts had improved though, he was easier to wake now.  His eyes barely opened before he was lazily pulling himself away, simply knowing.  Still close to Blaine and not moving further, he rubbed at his eyes.  “Just a little longer..”  He mumbled.  Oliver was not without empathy; he’s loved and lost before, but they could only stay for so long.  It was boring to sit in the hall while everyone slept and being spotted would make him look like a creeper.

Blaine hardly slept a wink the entire night.  He dozed now and then when the sound of Kurt’s breathing and the warmth of his body lulled him to closing his eyes and drifting of.  Yet never hit much of a deep sleep at all.  The fear of waking up alone wasn’t going to let him get too much rest.  That and who knew when he’d be given the chance to hold Kurt like this again?  Deep down he wasn’t convinced that each time Kurt left, he’d come back.  Every walk away from him could be the last.  He’d been so used to the hole in his stomach that opened up when Kurt disappeared that he just dealt with it now.  Living like this couldn’t last forever.  He wasn’t sure how much more of it could take.

One more day, one more time.  Over and over.  Blaine knew it was a horrible thing to do to himself but one look at Kurt had him convinced that he could keep going, keep holding out and holding on.  Every ounce of common sense he had told him that he shouldn’t but he would because he loved him.  Letting him go wasn’t possible.  That’s why he was half awake when the door opened and why after Kurt mumbled, the figure beside the bed found his wrist firmly gripped and a pair of blazing darkened hazel eyes glaring up at him.  Wide and full of a warning. No matter what it was.  IT wasn’t taking Kurt. Not yet.  Unless it got through him. Blaine slowly shook his head not voicing it but making the ‘No’ clear as the early morning sunshine coming through the curtain.