Blaine felt a hand on his cheek. "Mmmm," he mumbled.
Soft laughter. "You fell asleep. Just wake up for a minute so we can walk inside."
Blaine tried to ignore the voice. "Don't want to wake up." He just wanted to keep dreaming, keep living in the world where he and Kurt were together…
Lips pressed to his forehead, which confused him. Wes wasn't usually this affectionate with his morning wake-ups…he opened his eyes and saw Kurt gazing down at him.
"Oh!" He was pretty sure this was Real Kurt, not Dream Kurt, because he didn't think he could come up with a Kurt this perfect. "So it really happened?"
Kurt laughed again. "What really happened?"
Uh-oh. If he didn't remember, that was a bad sign. "All of this," Blaine mumbled sleepily. "You, and me, and everything…" he trailed off.
"Well, I don't know if I can commit to the 'and everything' part…" – Kurt looked a little more mischievous than usual – "but the other things, yes. The restaurant, getting lost, the playland, all of that."
Blaine imagined that he smiled wider than he ever had in his whole life.
"But now we need to get you inside," Kurt instructed. "Come on."
Blaine took Kurt's outstretched hand and tried to wake up as they walked across the parking lot.
"Watch your step," Kurt warned as they approached the door.
Wait…he had woken up enough by now to figure out that they weren't walking into the main entrance of Dalton. "Kurt, where are we?"
"We're at my house, baby."
Blaine was so thankful that there weren't any porch lights on, so that Kurt couldn't see how red his face was.
"It was about a half hour closer than Dalton, and my co-pilot fell asleep on me, so I figured I'd better not risk the longer drive," Kurt explained as he let them into the house.
"Right, that makes sense." Kurt is so sweet, Blaine thought – "Aaahhh!" Kurt steadied him as he tripped on what seemed to be a throw rug.
"You really are tired. C'mon, we're almost there."
Blaine hadn't realized how exhausted he was, but thankfully he made it up the stairs without any further embarrassment.
His full awareness finally kicked in when Kurt flicked the lights on in his room, sat him down on his bed, and started muttering about finding Blaine some pajamas. Blaine stopped breathing and hastily scanned the room. Right. One bed. That would make sense, considering that this was a room for one person. He didn't know why the thought panicked him so much- they'd fallen asleep while watching movies, at late-night Warblers practice, doing homework…but they'd never deliberately gone to bed together. Then again, they'd never been dating before.
Look, you're getting ahead of yourself, he thought. Maybe he expects you to sleep on the floor or something…that was it! He could just fall asleep on the floor right now and save them both the trouble! He was tired enough before that it would be completely reasonable. He began to nonchalantly slide down the side of the bed and was about to droop onto the floor when Kurt turned around.
"Blaine, what on earth are you doing?"
"Who, me? Oh, uhh-"
"Get back on the bed. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen you this tired. Now I know not to keep you out past – what time is it, anyway?"
There goes that plan. Kurt babbled on and on as he struggled to lift Blaine back onto the bed.
"You might be taller, but I'm still heavier. Let me help you out." Blaine ditched the exhaustion charade and stood up.
"Thanks," Kurt huffed. He threw some PJ's at Blaine – a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. "These are clean, don't worry." Not that Blaine had been worried. "I know, you didn't think I owned anything cotton, did you? I don't know why Finn and Burt keep buying me this stuff, it's not like I actually wear it, but it came in use this time! Okay, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to proceed with my nighttime moisturizing routine…"
Blaine tuned him out as he continued to chatter. This was bad. Kurt only got this talkative when he was extremely nervous or extremely excited about something, and neither of those situations were good signs. Kurt disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Blaine alone to continue freaking out.
"Okay, think," he told himself. Maybe he should call Wes. No, that would just earn him a lecture. Why, why, why hadn't he let his mentors give him that stupid little talk of theirs? He should have listened to Wes when he had the chance, instead of trying to convince him that Wikipedia had answered all his questions.
"Unless you want to end up like your hero Bella Swan, having a panic attack on the bathroom floor, you'd better just put on your brave face and let me power through this," Wes had said.
And now that was exactly what he was doing, wasn't it? It killed him to say it again, but Wes had been right.
"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt poked his head into the room, and his concern was visible through the layers of God-knows-what lathered all over his face. "You look paler than me. Something's wrong." He sat on the bed next to him.
Breathe, he told himself. The best thing was probably just to be honest. "Okay," he began, his voice a little shaky. "I know I was joking around before, about the hotel and everything, but…I'm not ready for this. At all. I mean, maybe someday – well, hopefully someday – wait, that's not what I meant – I mean, we have plenty of time, and uhhh it's really late – no that's a lame excuse…" Blaine watched Kurt's face become more confused as he talked, but something finally seemed to dawn on Kurt.
"Blaine, stop. That's not what's going on. You're really beating around the bush on this one, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you thought I brought you here to do the nasty." He smirked.
"Hey, if I'm not allowed to beat around the bush, you aren't either. No euphemisms." Now that a sense of relief had washed over him, he was back to his old self.
"Fine, then allow me to be blunt." Kurt put on his drama face. "I hate to disappoint you Blaine, but we will not be having sex tonight."
Neither of them could keep a straight face after that, considering that Kurt's was covered in moisturizer, and they both collapsed onto Kurt's bed in a fit of giggles.
"You are too much," Blaine gasped.
"Alright, what do you say we get some sleep?"
"That sounds like a great idea."
"Okay, then let me wash this stuff off my face, and then you can put on those pajamas and we'll be set. Oh, and you better wash that gel out of your hair unless you want to sleep on a towel."
Kurt climbed into bed while he waited for Blaine to change. This had been such a long day, he could barely think back to this morning at the Warbler meeting. He snatched his phone off his nightstand to check the time, and found a text message from David. Busted, he thought.
When are you two punks getting back?
He sighed. He loved his friend to pieces but why couldn't David just trust him and leave him alone? He was about to write a rude response, but stopped. Wes and David had faithfully checked up on them throughout the night, and honestly, if something had gone wrong, he knew they would have picked him and Blaine up, no questions asked. So instead, he told David the truth.
Tomorrow morning. Blaine's sleeping over at my house. Don't freak out.
He waited for David's frantic response, and was surprised to receive a text written in all lowercase letters.
Fineee, we'll miss you! But for my own peace of mind, I needed to send you this.
Kurt clicked on the attachment at the bottom with premonition…he had a feeling he knew what it was, and hopefully it couldn't be worse than Ms. Pillsbury's pamphlets…but then again, this was David they were talking about here, so anything was possible…Oh God. David had wanted to give them a powerpoint presentation? No, he wanted to give Blaine a powerpoint. When he saw the title, Kurt was instantly glad that his boyfriend had managed to escape this unfathomable form of torture. The title read – Everything Blaine Anderson Needs to Know: A Well-Researched Guide by David Johnson/ Special acknowledgements to Wes Young.
Kurt groaned out loud and closed the file before he was subjected to any more of this nonsense. But as embarrassing as that would have been, Kurt knew that David was doing everything he could for both of them – probably things he wished someone else had done for him.
David, you are absolutely insane, but thanks. Really. For everything.
-Kurt
Awwww, you liked it!
-David
I'm going on a need-to-know basis right now, but I really appreciate the thought.
-Kurt
I'm glad ur more appreciative than Blaine.
-David
LOL. We need to ladychat soon! Tomorrow?
-Kurt
Absolutely! Omg kurt I have so much to tell you! And I need the details from todayyyy!
-David
Haha kk you will be the first to know!
-Kurt
Blaine came out of the bathroom, hair semi-ungelled, and Kurt gave him a dubious look.
"I guess that's as good as it ever gets," he decided.
"Hey," Blaine countered. "We don't all have hair like yours."
"One day, Blaine Anderson, you will show me your natural head of hair. And that's not a request."
He didn't have the energy to argue, and even if he had argued, he doubted Kurt would let him have his way. "Whatever you say." He kissed Kurt on the cheek and climbed into bed, sliding against the wall to make room. Kurt climbed in facing Blaine, and the two of them were content to lie there with their fingers intertwined. After a few minutes, Kurt spoke.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"The lights are still on."
Blaine moaned, then laughed. This happened to him and Wes almost every night (of course from separate beds), and the problem had become so severe that they were looking into getting a remote system. Normally, Blaine would fight to the death not to have to be the one to get out of bed and turn it off, but this time…
"I've got it."
"Oh, please, you're my guest." Kurt began to sit up, but he was quickly pulled back down.
"Please let me?" Blaine begged.
"But I'm supposed to be taking care of you tonight," Kurt protested.
Blaine checked his watch. "Well, it's two in the morning, so tonight's over." He flashed Kurt a smile and slipped out of bed.
"Ugh," Kurt groaned. "Then I owe you one tomorrow."
"You mean today." He flicked the lights out.
"But it's today now, so I mean the day after this morning."
Blaine slid back into bed. "I think we need to go to sleep, Kurt. We'll figure this one out tomorrow."
"You mean today."
"Oh my god, whatever!"
"Okay fine."
Blaine smiled into the darkness. Actually, now that he thought about it, it really was dark…didn't Kurt have a nightlight? He hated to bring it up, but this was serious.
"Hey Kurt?"
"What now?"
"It's uhh…k-kinda dark in here."
"I know, isn't it nice? It never gets this dark in Dalton with all the lights from the parking lot."
Well, this is going in the wrong direction, Blaine thought. Something told him that subtlety wasn't his strong point tonight. He decided he'd better be direct, no matter what it cost his personal pride.
"I don't know, it's a little dark in here for me. Do you have one of those little plug-in lights, you know, the kind where –"
"You want a nightlight?" Kurt's voice was incredulous.
"C'mon, don't judge me, please?" And don't tell Wes, he added silently. It was a little bit mean, but he had let Wes go all year thinking that he, Blaine, was only putting up with the nightlight and didn't rely on it as much as his roommate did.
"I'm not judging you, I'm just trying to think if I still have one…yeah I'm pretty sure I got rid of mine like ten years ago."
Silence.
"Blaine? Are we going to be able to make it without one tonight?"
He sighed. He hated the dark, it made him feel sad and cold and lonely and his cell phone was dead so he couldn't even use his flashlight app for light…but then again, Kurt was right here next to him. "I think so. Only because you're here, though."
Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulders and lightly brushed his face with his free hand. "Anytime," he whispered. "But just in case, I have an idea."
He got out of bed and went over to the window. As he opened the curtain, moonlight washed over the entire room.
"Better?" Kurt asked when he was lying down next to Blaine again.
"Perfect." With the light, Kurt could see that he couldn't stop smiling.
"What?"
"It's just that…I don't know, a few days ago, I would have thought that all of this would be impossible to find."
"I know what you mean."
"We're lucky, I guess."
"You're right."
"We'd better go to sleep before I convince myself that this was all a dream."
"Good idea."
"Good night, Kurt."
"Good night, Blaine."
And with the moonlight shining down on them, they fell asleep almost instantly.