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A Blazing Nightlight

Blaine woke up on a cold sweat, and it took him a good minute or so to be able to breath like a normal person and remember where the hell he was. Nightmares weren't new to him, he got them a lot, but this was the first time he had gotten one while at McKinley. He looked around the dark practically empty room, even though this wasn't the room in his dream it wasn't the padded room, it still didn't comfort him. He knew he should roll over and go back to sleep, but he couldn't. He felt like if he closed his eyes that same suffocating feeling would swallow him whole.

He knew that the only way he would truly feel better was if he talked about it...but there was not a snowballs chance in hell he was going to save it and talk to a doctor in the morning. Hell the doctors were the reason why he had the nightmare. He knew he would only be able to talk about this with someone who understood and was there, and that left only one person: Blaze.

Blaine really had no idea what time of night it was but judging how quiet it was he guessed it was pretty late. Blaine swung his feet off the bed and stood up and headed to the door. He opened it carefully and stuck his head out to make sure no orderlies were anywhere in the hall before he quickly slipped out and hurried barefoot down the hall to Blaze's room. Part of him felt bad for being a little glad that Blaze's insomnia was so bad, but currently the larger winning part of him was glad for it. It meant that Blaze would be awake and probably more then likely willing to have a little company to occupy the long late hours of the night with talk....even if it was about a nightmare...

When Blaine reached Blaze's room he carefully knocked on the door in a manner that was obvious it wasn't an orderly."Blaze" he said softly but close to the door glad the flimsy doors to the room could be heard though. "Its Blaine." a moment later the door opened a little bit enough to see Blaze's eyes. Blaine looked up apologetically and chewed on his lip, hoping Blaze wouldn't just tell him to go back to his room.

[luckyjak]

whoops I'm writing Blaine/Sugar friendship fic

Snippet:

The Sugar Shack is all Sugar’s idea, of course. She gets the idea while sitting on Blaine’s bed, watching him paint her toenails and listening as he regales her the tale of how he spent last Valentine’s day, about wooing the wrong boy and how he’s still not allowed in the Gap, about coffee orders and When Harry Met Sally, about the Lonely Hearts Club.

(Here is a secret: Kurt and Blaine are her favorites.  Santana and Brittany are like her moms, or maybe her cool older sisters, but Kurt and Blaine act like she’s their friend, like they actually enjoy spending time with her, and she can’t get enough of it.)

So she gets ideas, because like Blaine Valentine’s Day is her favorite holiday, too, and her daddy will basically do anything for her, all she has to do is ask.  So she starts planning things, in her mind, about a dance and renting out Breadstix and good music and gifts and people acting like they like her.  It is the best idea.

She wonders if Blaine thinks so, and asks him “How do you think the New Directions would feel if I threw a Valentine’s Day party and invited all of them?”

What she means is: do you think they would want to be my friend, if I spend enough money on them?

(Blaine knows the answer to that question, too.  It’s in the money his father donated to the Warblers, how he was their darling, Blaine and the Pips, and those guys are his friends, Kurt. 

Up until the moment he decided he could be happier somewhere else, and then they let Sebastian throw rock salt in his eye.  Not a single damn one of them texted him to see how he was after his surgery, and fuck, he’s not going to cry, not while his eye is still hurt.)

What he says is: “I think they would love that, Sugar.  Here, I’ll help.”