AN: Oh, my, I was in one of the dullest airports in the universe and finally poked around the Glee angst meme on LiveJournal. A few prompts made some fics simply write themselves.

The prompt was longish so it's at the end.

Wes had had it up to here with the universe and was more than willing to let everybody around him know it. First, Blaine, without any regard to timing, had gotten laryngitis. Yes, laryngitis, even after Wes had warned him about cold and flu season and had given him a surgical mask to wear, just in case.

As if that wasn't enough, there had been all kinds of non-productive chatter when Kurt, instead of waiting for the proper moment as the Warbler adaptation of Roberts' Rules of Order clearly dictated, had announced it right at the beginning of the meeting. As far as he was concerned, it would be better if Kurt had a disciplined attitude and unruly hair, rather than the other way around. When he pointed this out to Kurt, gently but firmly, Kurt had actually rolled his eyes.

What made this fiasco even worse was that they had followed the traditions established when the Warblers first went to competitions and selected hotel room-mates by random drawing from the hat of the oldest Warbler. And guess whose name Wes had to pull? None other than that selfsame Kurt Hummel.

While Wes was rechecking the sheet music for the new songs the Council had selected, the ones that minimized the loss of their lead singer, Kurt had gone to bed. As Wes had suspected, he was an undisciplined sleeper, too, tossing and turning and even murmuring to himself.

The more Wes tried to tune it out, the more restless Kurt seemed, and he finally emitted a moan. Wes turned, reluctantly, and saw that Kurt was holding his arms up as if he was trying to ward something off.

"No, stop it! Get off me!" Another moan that was more of a cry, "Stop, please, stop!" Wes went over to the bed and shook Kurt's shoulder.

"Hey, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Kurt thrashed again. "Please, please, don't touch me...God, no, no!" Wes shook him harder, and what came out of Kurt's mouth next sounded like a scream.

"No, please, I never, please, please don't do this, please, you're not a rapist..."

Oh, dear God. Somebody raped him. Wes shook him more urgently and then realized that it wasn't helping. If anything, judging by Kurt's keening, it was making things worse.

Wes had no idea what to do, something that happened only every few years. Instinctively, he tried to gather Kurt into his arms, to hold and reassure him, but that only triggered Kurt to struggle more. A surprisingly powerful punch caught him completely by surprise. "Kurt, Kurt, you're safe, it's over, come on, Kurt, it's over, you're safe," he tried saying, quietly, but that didn't make a difference either. He didn't know if Kurt was even hearing him or not, or if somehow it was getting incorporated into the nightmare like shaking him clearly had been.

He was about to run to get somebody else, then reminded himself that it was his job to do what he could. Not just as a Council member but because this was Kurt, his friend and Blaine's friend and somebody in pain.

He thought of one thing that wouldn't be nightmare fodder. Crouching near the bed, he began to sing to Kurt, and the first thing that came to mind was a Korean lullaby his mother loved. "Jaljara, jaljara, uri agi, sleep, sleep, our child," and slipped his hand under Kurt's, rather than trying to grab it. At this, Kurt seemed calmer, and Wes tried again to hold him. When Kurt didn't cry out or resist, Wes pulled him tightly against his chest and Kurt gasped, waking up.

"Shhhhhh, you're safe now, he's not here." Kurt pulled away and Wes immediately released him.

Kurt's eyes filled with tears and he whispered, "I can't even sleep without...he said he owns me and sometimes I think he does. He took my first kiss and then just when I thought I'd gotten away, my first...I begged him not to, I said I was a virgin and begged him not to, but...he laughed and..."

"Kurt..." Wes held his arms out again but Kurt turned away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to keep you awake, you've got things to do."

"Nothing that's more important than you, right now." Wes smiled. "Nothing."

"But...tomorrow's the competition..."

"Doesn't matter."

Kurt stared at him and then asked, with a shaky laugh, "So where's Wes and who are you?"

"Look, Kurt, I know I sometimes get a stick up my ass, my own sister says that I shit toothpicks, but seriously, you matter so much more than that."

Kurt's defenses seemed to break entirely at that, and he buried his face in Wes' shoulder as Wes gently rocked him back and forth, running a hand up and down his back. Finally, Kurt seemed exhausted and yawned, a huge, unbecoming gape. "Ready to go back to sleep?"

"I think so." He drew a deep breath. "Thanks, Wes."

"Think nothing of it." He shoved the music into a pile on the desk and turned out the lights. He didn't even bother brushing his teeth. After a few minutes, he heard Kurt shift a little. "Kurt?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm just thinking...tell me if it would stress you more, but...do you want me to come over there? So if you have another nightmare, I'll be right there?"

Wes held his breath, it had been a stupid idea, Kurt was probably thinking this was some weird mind game or control freak thing, but then he heard Kurt say, "Really?"

"Sure, if you want me to."

"Please." Without turning on the light, Wes padded over, got into the bed, and put his arms carefully around Kurt. How did he get so skinny? Is he even eating? Okay, tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ask for as much as he wants me to know, but for tonight, and from now on, I'm going to make sure he feels safe and loved.

Continue into a friendship fic?

Prompt:

You might wanna grab a chair, because this prompt is LONG: Karofsky rapes Kurt. Not consensual in any way, shape, or form. You don't HAVE to describe it if you don't want to (though it's be preferred if you did (save me a seat on the train to special hell), as long as you make it clear that it happened (and it's full-on rape, not just another kiss- there's penetration). That's the real reason he transfers to Dalton, but he keeps it a secret, even from Blaine; he's too ashamed and afraid. Do to a mix-up or a crazy random happenstance, Kurt is boarding with Wes. One night, Kurt is thrashing about in his sleep, having a nightmare (memory) of the 'incident', and from the things Kurt's saying, Wes gets a pretty good idea of what happened; Ex: "No-I don't want this! Don't touch me!". Normal HBIC!Wes melts into comforting!Wes, who holds Kurt (who's crying and petrified), comforts him, reassures him, etcetera, etcetera. Just lots of KurtXWes cuddly comforting moments. Please, no smut between Wes and Kurt though- the kid's just been raped, he's not going to want to have sex any time soon. My undying love, my soul, eternal servitude, and my firstborn child would go to whoever fills this! Please, there really isn't enough WesXKurt in the world, even if it's just friendship.