Blaine sighed. Trying to sleep when your mind is this confused was hard. Was Kurt mad at him? Of course he was. How could he not be, Blaine had blown him off for his duties as a prefect. He had had to quickly wipe away the image of Kurt nearly crying from his mind all night. To stop himself from crying too.
He looked down at Kurt sleeping, hoping to see his face in a dreamy peace, to reasure him. But that wasn't what he saw.
Kurt looked happy, yes, but it was more than that. He was slightly wriggling around in his sleep, his face scrunching up at times.
It then occurred to Blaine what was going on. What Kurt was dreaming about.
It made him kind of sad that Kurt was having to dream about what he wasn't getting in real life. But also Kurt looked undeniably hot.
Then Kurt started making noises, little moans and groans that sent shivers down Blaine's spine. He moved slightly forward, feeling as it pressed onto his thigh that Kurt was hard.
Just as he thought out a plan to make Kurt this happy tomorrow, the world stopped. Kurt's noises were becoming words. Just one word in fact. He said it once and it sliced through Blaine like a knife.
"Leighton!"
The desperate need to be touched and loved seeped through Kurt's voice as he cried out. Blaine's emotions over heated. Anger, hurt, despair, betrayal, and then guilt. If he had only loved Kurt enough, this would have never happened.
What if Kurt had already acted on it? What if he was only staying with Blaine now in hope of some genuine love?
His heart felt as if it had been ripped in two. He quickly turned over in the bed, sensing that Kurt might have woken up.
Blaine couldn't sleep that night. He lay on his side in the dark, letting silent tears of pain roll onto his pillow.