Blaine woke up with a gasp, sweat pouring down his face. He rubbed his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to forget the horrible nightmare he had just had. He couldn’t forget it though; Blaine hitting Kurt, Blaine begging Kurt to stay but to go at the same time, and then Kurt walking out of his life forever. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He wrote Kurt a little note: I’m sorry, Kurt… I had a nightmare and I would like a Papa to help? You don’t have to, but either way I’ll be out on the balcony. He set it on his pillow, kissing Kurt’s cheek and went to sit on the chair, curling up as he watched the night go by.