Finn walked through the aisle for what felt like an eternity. The shelves around stocked with various food products, but none of them appetizing. It was all health food and granola – like Rachel would eat. He continued down the aisle, no end in sight, and the food on the shelves remained unchanging. He wondered where exactly he was. What kind of grocery store only had the same stuff for miles?

Suddenly something changed. He saw a figure in the distance. Until this point, he'd been alone. The figure got closer and closer and as Finn moved forward, the other person walked toward him as well.

Finn noticed the shelves around him changing; getting brighter and brighter until thy just disappeared. The only thing left was the man in front of him and the bright white surrounding them. The man seemed to be equally confused as he looked at Finn with wide eyes.

He was considerably shorter than Finn, though probably taller than Rachel. He had dark hair and brown eyes that sparkled with gold as the bright white reflected off of them. He was wearing a white polo with a green and black sweater vest and to top it off, he had a bow-tie around his neck.

"Hi." The man said, and wow, Finn got chills from his voice; low and smooth, but cheerful. Finn wondered how he managed all of those things at once in such a short, simple word.

"Uh… Hi." Finn replied with a smile.

"Do you know what this is?" Blaine motioned around them to the endless void.

"I was just gonna ask you the same thing…" Finn shrugged.

"I'm just as confused as you are, unfortunately." The man frowned.

Finn was filled with the sudden need to study his face as if he had to memorize every inch of him for an upcoming exam. Every contour and crease and hair and pore, Finn was confident he knew it all by heart. It wasn't until they finally locked eyes that Finn realized the man seemed to be doing the same thing to him.

"I'm Finn," He extended his hand out to the man.

He smiled, eyes filled with warmth and familiarity, "Blaine." He answered and took Finn's hand in his own.

Instantly, their surroundings changed. They were in a park now, a thick blanket of snow covering every inch of the place. It was freezing, they could tell, but neither of them could actually feel the cold.

"What just-" Finn looked around frantically, his hand still in Blaine's grasp.

"I- I don't know." Blaine spoke, slowly, gathering in the sight of the slightly blue-tinted white snow and grey bark of the bare trees around him. He let go of Finn's hand, turning around look behind him.

The instant their hands lost contact, the cold set in.

"Jesus, f-f-fuck it's cold!" Finn shivered, only a t-shirt and jeans covering him.

Blaine turned back to him, rubbing his hands over his arms to warm himself up. He eyed Finn's hand, "When I let go of you, it suddenly got cold."

Finn's eyes darted back and forth to nothing in particular as he tried to understand what that actually meant.

"And when we shook hands at first, we were transported here." Blaine continued, piecing thing together as he went.

"What d-do-d-oes that mean?"

"I have no idea." Blaine sighed, his breath visible as it escaped his lips.

Finn breathed into his hands, rubbing them together.

"Unless," Blaine gasped, "Let me try something." He reached out to Finn, closing his eyes tightly.

Finn stared at him, unsure of what exactly he was doing. They stood there, Finn frozen and Blaine reaching out in front of him until Blaine opened one of his eyes to peak at him.

"Finn?"

"Hmm?"

"Give me your hand." Blaine laughed, both of his eyes open now and Finn blushed from embarrassment.

"Oh!" He yelled, grabbing Blaine's hand quickly.

Again, their surroundings changed. This time they were in a bedroom. The walls were a dark green, and there were a bunch of trophies with horses or something, Finn doesn't know exactly, he just knows that it's really, really neat; worlds away from his own mess of a room.

"Where are we?" Finn asked, gripping Blaine's hand, probably a little too tight.

"My bedroom." Blaine breathed, in complete awe.

Finn's stomach does a leap because for some reason, the information thrills him.

"How did… how?"

Blaine looked up at him and grinned, "It's where I pictured us being next."

Finn flushed, stammering, "I- uh… I-" He could feel his palms starting to sweat.

Blaine shook his head, "No, no. I just meant that, we can control this. We can control where we end up!"

"Oh!" Finn smiled sheepishly, "Got it." He nodded, letting go of Blaine's hand and not-so-subtlely wiping his hand on his pants.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, trying his hardest to hold back a smirk.

"So um, why did you bring us here?"

Blaine shrugged, "I figured stick to somewhere safe, somewhere familiar." He paused, "For me, anyway."

Finn nodded silently, scanning the room. His eyes fell on the trophies again. "What are those for?" He motioned in their direction and Blaine followed his line of sight.

"Ah… Polo, actually."

"People actually play that?" His eyebrows knitted together.

"Yes?" He laughed, "I was pretty good at it, too. But… just because you're good at something doesn't mean you enjoy doing it."

Finn eyed him, "Why'd you do it in the first place, then?"

"My dad. He was determined that I'd play professionally." Blaine snorted dryly, walking over to the shelf with holding the objects mentioned, "He kind of deluded himself into thinking it was my 'dream', when in fact, he was just trying to live vicariously through me."

Blaine ran his finger along the smooth metal of the award. "That had to be annoying."

Blaine hummed in agreement. "Very." It was silent for a minute, and Blaine turned back to Finn, "Why am I telling you this?" There was no venom in it, just pure confusion.

Finn looked around the room, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I don't know man, everything about this is just weird, like I feel like… like something important is happening but I can't figure out what it is, you know?"

Blaine's expression softened as he stepped closer toward Finn, "Yeah, I feel that too." He replied, and his eyes fell to his bed.

Finn didn't have any time to process it before Blaine disappeared before his eyes. "Blaine?" Finn spun around, finding Blaine lying down in the bed. "How did you?"

"I'm here. Right now."

Finn squinted, "…yeah?"

"No, I mean…" Blaine shook his head, his hands patting the comforter on either side of his body, "I'm here… sleeping. This is a dream. I'm dreaming!"

A jolt ran through Finn and it's as if he was just injected with some sort of memory juice as images flashed in his brain. Him in his own bed, sleeping soundly, snoring- wait, no. Not snoring, he never snores.

"So am I." He said, barely audible, but Blaine's head whipped up as he heard it.

"What?"

Finn's brain is still trying to catch up but the words came without him even thinking, "I'm dreaming, too."

Blaine shook his head, "No, that- that isn't possible. You're just a figment of my imagination. You're a random image my subconscious created in my sleep." He said, sounding so sure.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure I'm a real person, dude." He argued, "Maybe you're the one who's fake." He added with a smug smile.

Blaine just stared at him and that face he was making and after a minute, they both burst into laughter. Unsure as to what was so funny, but unwilling to care. They continued for a long time, Finn doubling over and ending up on the bed beside Blaine, subconsciously (is it even possible within your subconscious?) aware of the distance between them, afraid of being transported elsewhere.

Their breathing evened, and Blaine caught Finn's gaze, "This is a really weird dream."

Finn chuckled, "Tell me about it."

Blaine took a deep breath, "So, what? We're both real, both sleeping, and just inhabiting each other's dreams? How is that even possible?"

"Don't look at me, I have a C in Science – I'm not an expert in anything."

Blaine rolled his eyes fondly, "And there's really no way of proving to each other we're real people, is there?"

It was kind of rhetorical, because they both knew there was very little chance that either of them, real or fake, would even remember this happening when they did or didn't wake up.

Still though, something occurred to Finn.

"Do you have a last name?" Finn asked.

Blaine opened his mouth to reply but promptly closed it again.

"Dude?"

"I… is it weird that I don't… know?"

Finn smirked, "A little."

Blaine rolled his eyes again, "Okay, well what's yours, then?"

"Easy. It's-" Finn stopped because he completely blanked. He had no idea what his last name was and wow-okay- now Blaine is laughing at him.

Finn pouted, folding his arms across his chest as he lay on his back on the bed.

"What's wrong Finn? Can't remember?" Blaine teased, and Finn just eyed him trying to be angry, but Blaine's laugh is kind of adorable and he just snorted and okay- Finn doesn't know what to do about the little tickle in his chest as Blaine bites his lip, still giggling.

"That's weird." Blaine taunted and Finn didn't even let himself think about it, he just jumped on him, bringing Blaine's arms above his head and the bed beneath them turns quickly into sand. The room around them morphs into a beach on a sunny day.

Blaine just looked up at him, laughter in his eyes, "We should probably be more careful about touching." Blaine breathed, "Could have ended up in a volcano or something."

"Maybe that's where I want you." Finn joked.

"You'd be there too, you know."

"Small price to pay to make you stop laughing at me." Finn shrugged, still gripping Blaine's wrists tightly.

Blaine hummed, and they stayed in silence and their thoughts. Finn noticed that this time, their clothes had changed in accordance to their surroundings. Blaine was now wearing a tank top and swim trunks and Finn was shirtless with trunks of his own. Nothing about this made sense.

"You gonna let me go?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.

Finn sat up a bit, contemplating, "I'll think about it."

A seagull sounded off in the distance and Finn turned his head in the direction of the sound. Blaine used Finn's distraction to his advantage, pushing up hard and using his leg to flip Finn over so that they switched spots and Blaine was now on top.

The wind flew out of Finn's lungs and he gaped at Blaine who stared darkly back at him from above him.

"Wow…"

"I'm stronger than I look." Blaine grinned wickedly and Finn's hard breathing answered him.

"I see that." He gave a short nod, his eyes wide as he scanned the expanse of Blaine's biceps.

"Are you-" Blaine laughed, "are you checking me out?"

Finn's eyes expanded even further than he thought possible, and a blush spread across his face, "I- no, no- I'm just…" He paused, raking his brain for any excuse, "calculating?"

"What?"

"I don't know, man! Just let me go. Please." The embarrassment was unbearable. His head lolled to the side, avoiding eye contact with Blaine and he felt the hold on his wrists slacken a bit.

"I'm flattered, you know." Blaine said, his voice low, unsure.

Finn closed his eyes, "That doesn't really make me feel better, so can you just get off of me?"

Blaine said nothing, and he felt the weight above him disappear, bit by bit until he felt nothing there. No warmth of another body, no pressure of firm muscle against him, not even the breeze of the ocean air.

Finn's eyes snapped open and he was met with the white walls of his bedroom, and the familiar feel of his comforter on his skin. No Blaine in sight. Just the bedroom of the apartment he'd been living in for the past three years.

He was awake now, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the overwhelming feeling that something was missing. He picked his head up to glance at the clock on his bedside table. 11:23AM. He groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Thankfully, he didn't have to get to the shop until 2:00 to do some paperwork.

But his mind was racing, filling with memories of his dream, and he found himself getting ready for work to go in early. He needed to busy himself; he needed to forget his dream.

It was easier said than done, though, as little things kept reminding him of it. He walked into the shop and was immediately greeted by a Mustang that someone was working on. He caught sight of the horse hood ornament and the image of Blaine's polo trophies flashed in his mind.

Everything he did, reminded him of the dream he had, reminded him of the man he'd met in his dreams, and made him ache so much to go back to bed and find him; find Blaine all over again.