This sort of thing only happened in dreams. And this was a dream. Kurt was sure of it.
As Blaine worked his kisses down Kurt's naked body his kisses got more and more passionate, more and more needy until...
Kurt shot up in his bed, his erection sticking up from under his Burberry pyjamas and the layers of Dalton Academy bed sheets. Panting heavily he looked around the room in search for his roommate and the subject of his dream, Blaine.
'Blaine?' Kurt called out.
From the darkness came a click of the switch and the room was plunged into light. Over at the opposite end of the room Blaine looked up from his desk.
'Damn' he grumbled rubbing the side of his head 'don't ever fall asleep on one of these things Kurt, hurts like hell'. Kurt stared at him in awe– how someone like Blaine could possibly be so perfect at such a late hour.
Blaine stood up from his desk and sat down next to Kurt on the bed, their hands brushing as he sat. 'Are you ok?' he asked, concern filled his eyes as they sweeped across Kurt's sweating body.
'Yeah' Kurt replied hurriedly, 'I was having a...bad dream that's all'. Blaine bit back a laugh and smiled at Kurt.
'I gathered, you were moaning my name for the past 10 minutes. I was ready to come over and save you'
Almost instantly an image of Blaine in tights accompanied by a cape appeared in Kurt's head, making his erection even stronger.
Blaine, oblivious to this action placed his hand over Kurt's and squeezed it. 'If this 'bad dream' was about that Karofsky kid then don't worry. You're safe here. Remember that' Kurt nodded solemnly, whenever he thought of Karofsky and everyone back at New Directions his heart filled with guilt.
'Thanks' he mumbled, pulling his hand from under Blaine's.
Blaine bit his lip as if he was holding back something and he sighed.
'Goodnight Kurt' he said before making his way over to his bed and switching off the light.
As the darkness fell again onto the boys a calm atmosphere was shared between them. Kurt closed his eyes, and fell back to soft sleep.
From the opposite end of the room Blaine lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Kurt had said his name.
Not said, moaned.
Kurt Hummel had moaned his name in his sleep...