A/N: I going to just start posting up all my small drabbles that I've written up. Reviews would be oh so kind. And yes, I accept prompts as well. :)

Glee is not nor will it ever be mine.

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"Blaine," Kurt called through the door, rapping his knuckles against the wood. He waited and tapped his foot patiently, but got no answer. So he tried again. "I'm just going to let myself in then," still knocking very softly against the door. Kurt waited a few moments before grasping the handle and opened the door, letting himself. "Blaine, why did you say you were here if—oh."

There he was, the sight of absolute perfection. For god's sake, even in his sleep, he looked stunning. Kurt guessed that by the books and papers that were spread out on Blaine's bed that he has worked himself into oblivion and accidently fell asleep.

Blaine was always the perfect gentleman. He always had the happy, cheerfully mood. Blaine always had perfect grades. His hair was always perfectly (much to Kurt's distress) gelled down to 'control his hair'. He played the guitar perfectly. He sang everything perfectly. And that smile—oh that smile of his could brighten up the darkest of any day.

And Kurt could go on and on, and name another million reasons why Blaine would be even more perfect, but there was always one single reason that would always get in the way. Blaine wasn't his boyfriend.

Although, Kurt had made it completely obvious of what his intentions of his, Blaine was always so busy doing this or doing that, to do a double take on certain things. An example being Kurt batting his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner; completely and utterly unnoticed. Example number two, constantly playing/ humming/ singing along to Teenage Dream; completely and utterly unnoticed. Example number three, snuggling up to Blaine during one of their many Disney movie marathon nights; completely and utterly unnoticed. The list continues on.

But Blaine had noticed. It's just, he didn't know what to do. He loved Kurt as his best friend. He also knew that he could love Kurt even more a potential boyfriend. He had made several attempts to just lay his heart on the line, but backed out, cursing under his breath that he didn't have the balls to do it.

The one time that it had almost happened, earlier today to be exact, let's just say things didn't go to well.

"Wes, David, where are you taking me," Blaine questioned his friends.

"Wes, do you think we really should be doing this," David asked Wes, completely ignoring Blaine, "I mean, if Blaine hasn't done anything by now, maybe he doesn't want—," "No, he does. There's no way he doesn't," Wes stated, interrupting David mid-sentence.

"You both know that I'm here. Right now. While you're talking about me. In front of my face," Blaine deadpanned. Wes waved his hands dismissingly. "Like it matters," Blaine just huffed out a breath and let them continue to drag him across campus.

It was quiet before David opened his mouth, but Wes started to speak again. "I know what you're thinking yung pada won, but this is for his own good. And for Kurt's as well." David seemed to let the information sink in before nodding his head, as if he were agreeing.

Blaine's head snapped up at the mention of Kurt's name. "Wait, what about Kurt's own good? Guys, just tell me what is going on?" Wes and David just looked at each, silently communicating and then went on to keep ignoring Blaine's pestering questions. "Guys, seriously, I have to meet up with Kurt so he can check my French homework."

Now David was just smirking at Blaine. David knew very well that Blaine did absolutely amazing in French and that it was only excuse to be around Kurt. "Wes, my dear friend, I think out Blaine's is in love."

Blaine was confused, now more than ever. "What! With who- with … KURT? I mean- he's my- I lov- oh guys, I swear—," Wes shot David a scandalized look.

"Oh deary me," Wes said with the worse southern accent, "I thought I would have never seen the day that our little boy would be swearing, but oh how time flies. Next thing you know he'll be off, trying to hump everything that moves!"

Blaine could only shake his head while Wes made his little speech, "you guys are insane." "Why thank you!" They said in unison. The next thing he knew, he was tossed into a closet. And then the door knob clicked. Shit.

"I've been in here for the past thirty minutes, so don't bother trying to get help."

Oh no frickin' way. Not that voice.

"Kurt, i-is that you?" "Well, who else would it be," Kurt's soothing voice said, his voice oozing with sarcasm. Blaine tried not to think about him ad Kurt, alone, in a closet, somewhere in Dalton. He never fantasized about this. Nope. Not a single day in his life.

"Well," Kurt begun "might as well make the most of it." Blaine felt a hand on his arm and his heart instantly got caught up in his throat. "W-what do you me-ean?" Damn that stutter.

Kurt didn't reply, but Blaine could feel his breath ghosting over his face. "I-uh, think we can um, open the door if we just—," Kurt just placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder as a sign to silence him. "Just sit down. Someone's bound to come looking for us … eventually," he said sarcastically.

Blaine could practically see and feel Kurt's smile, almost as if it was radiating like the sun.

"Hey Kurt."

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to tell you that … if I was stuck in closet with anyone, I'm glad that it's you."Way to cross the friendship line Blaine. "Me too." Nope, never mind, Blaine's pretty thrilled he crossed it.

Of course Blaine's nervousness had gotten in the way constantly, and Kurt had definitely noticed that.

Kurt had been staring at the younger boy's sleeping form on the bed and then shivered, realizing how creepy he was being, by watching his best friend sleep. He figured that he wouldn't wake Blaine up, but would do the nice thing and move all his school stuff off his bed and onto the desk.

As he did so, Blaine started making incoherent noises and snoring a little bit. Kurt let his mind wandered as he went back and forth between the bed and the desk. HE couldn't stop himself from thinking about this being the future. Blaine coming home late from work, after eating some Mac n' cheese that Kurt made, and wow, Kurt shook himself out of his daze, once again.

After he finished up clearing the bed, he put his hand on hip and then a marvelous thought came to mind. I should cover him up with the blankets!

Kurt leaned down to grab the blanket so he could toss it over to Blaine, and then he was being grabbed at and pulled down. The next thing Kurt knew was that Blaine's arms were wrapped securely around his petite waist, and his head was buried within the crook of Kurt's neck.

He tried squirming out, but the more he tried, the more Blaine held on to Kurt for dear life. And at the exact moment, he starts mumbling again. "Don't … hurt—mine."

'Oh, great," Kurt thought to himself, "just laying in my crush's bed while he dreams about another boy. How charming.' Blaine started to turn in his sleep and Kurt was going to try to use this so he could escape, but Blaine just moved so that his and Kurt's body were aligned, perfectly aligned. "Best —love," Blaine kept mumbling out a few times before he continued to snore.

Kurt didn't know what else to do, and while he hated that he was going to do next, he needed to wake Blaine up. He didn't think he could last much longer while Blaine talked about another boy in his sleep. "Kurrrt," Blaine mumbled, no wait no mumbled, moaned.

Kurt's mouth had suddenly gone dry and couldn't believe what he was hearing, Blaine was dreaming about him! And then Blaine's eyes fluttered open. He smiled dazzlingly at Kurt, "hello beautiful." Blaine then leaned in close to Kurt's face and placed a kiss on his cheek. Kurt was pretty sure he was dead right about now.

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed and Kurt just stared at his face. "Uhm, Blaine?"

"Yes, baby?"

"You're awake." Blaine just hummed in response and burrowed himself further into his neck.

"No, really, you are fully awake. You're had fallen asleep from working yourself to death."

Kurt suspected Blaine to pull back immediately when he finally noticed that the dream he had been having was long over. But instead Blaine said something against Kurt's neck. "What was that?"

"I said that I didn't want to move." Kurt felt the tension just filling up every corner of the room, and it was starting to suffocate him. "Um," he started off, gulping, "w-why?"

Blaine then sat up and Kurt was going to take the opportunity to try and make a run for it, but his hands were being held. He looked up to Blaine through his eyelashes to Blaine's eyebrows knitted together. He only did it when he really had to think hard about something.

"I'm just going to come out and say it," Kurt nodded his head for Blaine to continue. "I think I'm falling in love with y-uh uh someone. Yeah, someone… and um by someone I mean err—you." He looked up to Kurt, looking completely afraid. He let go of Kurt's hand and he started to berate himself for being so damn stupid.

"Blaine."

He looked up embarrassed, already wallowing in self pity. How could he think that anyone, especially Kurt Humme—"Just kiss me already," Kurt whispered low enough for him to barely hear, but the message clearly came across.

They both looked in to each other's eyes before they both leaned in until their lips were pressed against one another's. Kurt whined into it and moved his left hand to Blaine's face to cradle it. Then Blaine pulled back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Will you, um do you, Kurt, will you just please be my boyfriend," he asked, his heart beating hard against his rib cage. "I think I died."

"What?"

Kurt smiled and leaned in to place another kiss against Blaine's lips, before mumbling.

"There's no way you're real."

Blaine just smirked, "so I'm taking that as a yes?" Kurt nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Good, now I'm going to kiss you like crazy until I fall asleep again."

"My Blainers, I was thinking the same exact thing."

Love always,

Dwimmer-Crafty :)