My English teacher was talking about 2nd person point of view and all I heard was an interesting way to write fanfiction.
Oh and I don't own Glee. If I did they'd probably sing a lot of Fun. or something like that.
Your eyes flutter as you dream. Light snores come from your slightly parted mouth and your hot breath tickles my face. I rub my fingers up and down your arm, trying not to wake you. So many mornings begin like this- you sleeping peacefully while I watch your chest rise and fall, and listen to your steady breathing. But, after all these years I will never be used to waking up to you beside me, your left arm wrapped around me and our legs intertwined.
Sometimes we're naked, the sheets barely covering us if at all. Those are the mornings I spend remembering the night before. Remembering the way my name escaped your lips in a whispered breath, and the way your body curved into mine as I kissed you in places that made both our hearts speed and had you digging your nails into wherever your hands could reach. Those are the mornings I often wake you up with heated kisses that have us both reminiscing the night before.
Other times we're in our pajamas. Often times you'll have abandoned your shirt or you'll trade your plaid bottoms for boxers because the night is warm when snuggled together under the thick blankets. You say you prefer the big spoon because you like the idea of protecting me from danger and I gladly accept because with your arms wrapped around me and your eyelashes tickling me as you nuzzle into my neck make me feel safe and loved. Some nights however, you like to be the little spoon because you've had a rough day or simply because you feel down and I just want you to feel better. I'll spend those nights rubbing your arms or your back and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear, and eventually you'll stop worrying or crying and we'll both drift off with smiles on our faces.
On nights like the one last night, the ones where it's too hot for pjs and we're not in the mood for sex, we will discard a few blankets and layers of clothing. We forget the spooning and turn to face each other, our feet meeting at the end of the bed and your cold toes tickle mine. We'll talk about anything that comes to our minds or anything that we've been worried about. It amazes me that after years of being together we never run out of things to talk about; we never stop learning things about each other. I remember one night when we were younger I learned about your fear of me leaving you for someone better and how I could barely fathom how someone as perfect as you could ever think something like that. You had forced a laugh when I told you those exact words, and that's when I realized just how far deep your insecurities ran, and just how hard you tried to push them away. Ever since that night I try to tell you how handsome and amazing you are to me, and how much I need you as much as I can. I'm not sure if, years later you believe it or not but if you do, I'll never stop reminding you of how I could never drop you like that.
My thumb rubs your temple as you continue to sleep. It's warm underneath the sheets, our bodies radiating heat. I can't bring myself to untangle me from you, its not often we get lazy mornings like this. You're finishing your last year of university, and I'm a bigger name at vogue than I was my first year in New York. If this had been any other morning you'd be brushing your teeth as I fixed my tie in the mirror. But this isn't any other morning so I burrow my head into your chest and listen to the 'thump thump thump' of your heart. My eyes droop slowly and soon my eyes are fluttering with dreams of you and us.