This is going to be a series of one-shots for the OrangeAnimals prompts.

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PROMPT ONE: Cuddle Time

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What a dream I had

Pressed in organdy

Clothed in crinoline

Of smoky burgundy

Softer than the rain…

Kurt kept tossing and turning in his sleep. The crinkling of the sheets kept Finn awake.

I wandered empty streets

Down past the shop displays

I heard cathedral bells

Dripping down the alley ways

As I walked on.

Kurt let out a moan. Finn looked over oddly, wondering what he was dreaming of.

And when you ran to me

Your cheeks flushed with the night

We walked on frosted fields

Of juniper and lamplight

I held your hand…

Finn sighed. This had been the seventh time since he had moved in that Kurt had a night terror. And he had only moved in, what, a month ago? He wished this didn't happen so often.

And when I awoke, and felt you warm and near

I kissed your caramel hair

With my grateful tears

Oh, I love you…

Kurt sprang awake with a slight yelp. He was breathing heavily.

"What is it?" Finn asked, also sitting up, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, wiping sweat off his forehead, "Yeah, I'm fine…"

Finn stared at him with his brown eyes, and Kurt almost felt as if they pierced his very soul. He lifted up the blankets over his chest, as to protect his thoughts from Finn's strangely knowing gaze.

"You've never woken up before," Finn said.

"What?"

"You toss and turn and sometimes you moan in your sleep, but you've never woken up before."

"WHAT?"

"Do you have like, nightmares, or something? Or whatever?"

Kurt looked away, mortified, and blushing madly.

"'Cause, yeah," Finn said, "It happens like, a lot. At least once a week."

"Uh…" was the only thing that Kurt's voice box was capable of emitting.

"Do you want to, I dunno, talk about it? Or something? I mean, we don't have to…"

"I'd rather not," Kurt said, lying down facing the opposite direction of Finn's bed.

"Okay…" Finn said, lying down as well.

Then, silence. Kurt knew that Finn was awake and Finn knew that Kurt was awake. Kurt also knew that Finn knew that he was awake, and Finn also knew that Kurt knew he was awake. Kurt also knew that Finn knew that Kurt knew he was awake, but sadly, Finn's brain didn't function without confusion at that point.

"I'm walking," Kurt said. Finn's ears perked.

"I'm walking, and as I walk, the scenery around me changes… from fields to alleys to cities to the countryside, from snow to the shore, forests to riverbeds, et cetera."

Finn didn't turn over to look at Kurt, and Kurt didn't turn over to look at Finn.

"And I keep wandering. There's nobody else in the dream. It's completely empty. It's like I have the entire… the entire world to myself, but nobody to share it with. And I hear this music, this bizarre, chilling music… and the sky shatters."

Finn could imagine it vividly.

"It shatters into these golden feathers that fill the entire world, they're warm and soft and comforting… and then… my mom. My mom is there. And I run to grab her and hug her, but she's out of reach. She's always out of reach."

Kurt swallowed dryly. He could use some Chap Stick right about now.

"Do you have this dream often?"

"Ever since she died."

Finn rolled over onto his back.

"I've never told anyone this before," Kurt said.

"But for some reason," Kurt also rolled onto his back, "This time it was different."

"How?"

"It wasn't my mom."

"Who was it?"

"It… was you."

Finn blinked, trying to absorb that.

"You were there. I don't know where, or how, or why, but you were there. And when I ran for you, I reached you. And we were… together. Not really in any specific way, but I just remember it was… us."

Kurt rose his hand out into the darkness, grasping for something, some unknown thing that was invisible to Finn's eye.

"I'm sorry, Finn."

"Why?"

Kurt rolled his head over to look at Finn, who did the same.

"For telling you this."

"Don't be."

Kurt took a heavy, deep sigh in, and dropped his line of sight to the floor.

"I love you, Finn."

He didn't say so sadly. It was rather matter-of-factly. Finn sighed.

"I know that."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry."

"Why?"

"Kurt…" Finn sat up in his bed and put his feet on the floor, facing the opposite direction of Kurt, who merely sat himself up by his elbows, staring out into the darkness of the room.

"Kurt, I don't know if I'm gay. I'm actually pretty sure I'm not."

"I know."

"But I think… I don't know. I might love you, too."

Kurt wasn't sure what to make of that. He knew that it was always what he had wanted, but it still wasn't hitting him as he thought it should.

"I just have to think about it, I guess," Finn continued. Kurt thought that was a good deal.

"All right."

"Can I try something?" Finn said, standing up.

"O…kay?"

Finn shuffled over in the darkness toward Kurt's bed. Kurt looked up at him with his fawn-green eyes, that shimmered in the darkness.

Finn leaned over, slowly, hesitating. Internal conflict riddled itself inside of him. He kissed Kurt on the lips, gently, his lips as dry as Kurt's.

Kurt placed the palm of his hand on Kurt's heart and Finn shivered.

Both of their lips moistened again with the other's kiss. They parted in unison and stared at each other with their wide eyes.

Kurt lied back down and Finn crawled into his own bed, and they slept.

That was the last time Finn heard Kurt having a nightmare.

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"For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her" by Simon and Garfunkel.