This has Klaine, but it's starts off with Anderbros.
"C-Coop?"
"Why the fuck are you calling me at one in the morning, Blaine?!" Cooper grumbles into the phone.
"I h-had a nightmare." He whispers.
"Isn't Kurt there?" He knows that Blaine moved out from the loft woth Kurt, but they have sleepovers all the time anyways.
"He's in the hospital, C-Coop."
Cooper sat up in his bed. "WHAT?!"
"He got b-beat up. He's nowhere near as b-bad as I w-was, b-but he has b-bruises and a c-concussion, and he's still hasn't woken up."
"B, what was your nightmare about?" Cooper is pretty sure he knows what it was about, but he doesn't want to assume things.
"It was the Sadie Hawkins d-dance again, b-but this time, C-Cody, you know, the guy I took, it wasn't him. It was K-Kurt and he was b-blacking out and nobody helped us and-and"
"Shh, B. It's okay, Kurt is fine. Your fine."
"But he's hurt Coop!"
"Blaine, he's going to be fine."
He heard rustling on the other end and then Blaine was whispering to someone.
In a few minutes Blaine started talking again. "I gotta go, Coop, Kurt just woke up."
"Bye, little bro. Love you."
"Love you too."
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A few nights after Kurt when home from the hospital, he was still staying with Kurt-they decided he would stay for a week. He woke up every night with nightmares about when he got beat up, but so far Kurt hadn't had any. Well, if he had he hadn't told Blaine. It wasn't shocking when Blaine woke up with the same nightmare he's been having for days, but it still made him cry because Kurt could have been as bad as Cody. He scooted away from Kurt, burying his face in a pillow to quiet his sobs.
"B, why are you crying?"
"K-Kurt? Oh my God, why are you awake, did you have a nightmare?" He asked trying to pretend like he hadn't just been crying.
"Did you have a nightmare, B?" Kurt asked, reaching over to turn on the lamp.
Blaine looked at Kurt, debating if he should tell him the truth. He slowly nodded.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because I shouldn't be having nightmares! I'm not the one that got beat up! You haven't even had any and I'm crying like a baby over a nightmare that I shouldn't be having!"
Kurt looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, seeing the tears pooling in them. "You were beat up, Blaine. It might have been a long time ago, but you were I'm the hospital for three months. You were in a coma for two weeks. You had broken ribs, your arm was dislocated, and you had a broken ankle. Those guys had a knife, which you still, and probably always will have scars from."
"B-but-"
"No, buts. You are aloud to have nightmares. What happened?"
"It w-was all the same at f-first, b-but then w-when I looked o-o-ver, it was y-you and y-you were blacking out and b-bleeding so m-much and w-when they f-finally left, I was t-trying so h-hard to g-get to you, b-but I couldn't and you-you-"
"Shh, B. Come here." He pulled his Fiancé into his arms and felt Blaine's tears soaking his silk pajama shirt.
"I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't b-be the one u-upset, I-I shouldn't b-be-"
"Blaine shut up." Kurt kissed the top of his head and guided him so they were laying down. Blaine's head was still buried in Kurt's chest and after a few minutes of comforting they were both close to sleep. Kurt felt Blaine mumble into his chest and smiled. "I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine."
