A/N: I was daydreaming in class today, and this sort of scenario popped into my head for a post-sex Klaine scene. Except there's a twist at the end.
Song lyrics are from "As Long As You're Mine" from Wicked, which I am of the firm belief should be the song Klaine AND Finchel sing during their sex scenes (if they were to do something like "Like a Virgin") mostly because of Hummelberry's affinity for all things Wicked.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, otherwise it would be on HBO.
My wildest dreamings
Could not forsee
He wasn't sure what woke him up. But one minute he was dead asleep, and the next he was awake, blinking blearily up at the dark ceiling, arm thrown over his head lazily. The room was dark and warm, and he just wanted to go back to sleep. But the position he was lying in was no longer comfortable. He needed to roll over and spread himself out across the bed, stretch out his limbs and just let sleep wash over him once again.
Letting his arm drop, he began to roll over, the sheets sliding smoothly over his bare skin, only to find his way blocked by a warm, fleshy figure.
Blaine blinked in confusion, staring down at where the golden glow of the streetlight fell from the open window at his back to grace itself across Kurt Hummel's porcelain skin. He was lying on his stomach, face turned toward Blaine as he laid his cheek against the pillow. His chestnut hair, usually perfectly done without a hair out of place, was falling in disarray across his forehead. Next to Blaine's chest lay Kurt's forearm, so close to touching that Blaine felt a shiver run through him all the same.
Slowly, the events of that night came back to him through his muddled dream-state mind. He recalled the feeling of finally being one with the man he loved, of their relationship becoming closer than they had ever been before. He had never known it would feel that amazing, or be that beautiful.
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
Because it was. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced. There was no other word to describe it.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Blaine leaned his head against his hand and smiled down at his boyfriend – his lover. He reached out a hand and gently brushed the stray hairs away from Kurt's forehead. He continued to stroke the soft hair, losing himself in a trance as he watched Kurt sleep peacefully.
And know I'll be here holding you
Outside the window, a tall figure stood, light and shadow falling across him in ghostly patterns, looking in at the scene with narrowed eyes and tight lips. Softly, Sebastian whispered to himself, words grating against his lips like the wind that rustled the fall leaves over his head.
"As long as you're mine."