A/N: This is a teeny tiny Drabble that I wrote like at 2 in the morning so fair warning it's not very good.
Kurt woke up to the sound of a muffled giggle, his eyes slowly fluttering open. "Morning, beautiful." Blaine said, only inches away from his face.
"You woke me up," Kurt replied as he stretched his legs hidden under the sheets. Yawning quietly, his hands naturally tangled themselves in his boyfriend's messy, untamed hair. Blaine closed his eyes in bliss, finding the feel of Kurt's soft hands relaxing and familiar. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, but you were talking in your sleep."
"Well, that's new."
"Actually, it's not. Not really." Kurt's hands suddenly stopped, causing Blaine to open his eyes. "Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I mean usually it's only a word or two, but this time it was...different." Blaine explained. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't even remember having a dream. "W-what did I say?"
"Nothing bad or anything...you were just, uh..." He chuckled. "You were telling Taylor Lautner how amazing I was, and that you didn't care for him anymore."
Blaine wondered if Kurt's cheeks were always that shade of pink. "How do you know it was Taylor Lautner?" Pink-cheeks asked.
"Because he was flirting with you in your dream."
Kurt laughed nervously. "Yeah well, he's getting fat anyways..."
