Blaine can't sleep

(This is a cutie, tiny one-shot I did just now because I can't sleep… English is not my first language, forgive the mistakes.

It takes place not too long after Blaine meets Kurt in Never Been Kissed.)

Blaine ruffled his hair, gave a mighty punch in his pillow, tugged his sheets under his pouty chin and slammed his head hard on the abused pillow. That was why he never slept in on a sunday. He could never fall asleep fast enough after that and now he had school in less than 6 hours and he would have to be up in 4 hours if he wanted to be well groomed for the day and he couldn't sleep and he was really pissed off by this, damn it.

He'd try counting sheeps, but it just bored him. He'd put some gentle music on his iPod to lull him to sleep, but he couldn't endure it and came back to Party in the USA which only helped him getting up to dance on his bed like a possessed man. He'd try to think of nothing and "let his brain fall asleep" but everytime he decided that he would not think of anything anymore, he began to think about this boy he had met.

No other thoughts would pass in his mind since he wanted it to be blank, but this young man seemed to always be in the background. He was like the ice cream that would be there in the bowl just to be licked. A blue bowl. Because Kurt's eyes were blue. An amazing blue. It was Kurt, his name, wasn't it? A blue like a caribbean beach. Electric and yet soft and warm with a subtle touch of green reflected in the sun. They had a pretty shape too. Like an almond... And so happy when Blaine had sung Teenage Dream... Full of mirth... Sometimes worried or sad... Blaine didn't like to see them sad... Mmhno...