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Kurt forced himself to continue looking at the wall while Blaine removed his pants. The bed sank down when Blaine got into it, and the sheets moved when Blaine pulled them up over his nearly naked body. Kurt almost fainted.

Really, though, fainting would have been the easy way out. As it was, the boys were on the far reaches of their respective sides of the bed attempting to fall asleep. Kurt didn't know was he was expecting: Blaine is the ultimate gentleman. He would never just... jump Kurt with his well toned body and pin him down and... snores drifted over from Blaine's side of the bed and Kurt growled. Of course Blaine would be one of those people who could just fall asleep. Of course he would be totally comfy in the friend zone. Of course he zzzzzzzzzzzzz

. . .

The next day came entirely too early for the Warblers. Sun shone white in through the window, a harsh morning wake up rather than the golden light that they might be expecting. Through the opulence, past the jacuzzi and take a right at the Ming vase, the morning found the two singers cuddled up to each other in the center of the Honeymoon bed. Blaine slept on his back, with his left arm thrown out and hanging off the bed. His left foot stuck out from beneath the blankets, showing off three blue toenails. Only the tiniest hint of his Gryffindor boxers could be seen over the blankets.

Blaine's right arm was obscured by the boy who was sleeping on top of it. While Blaine's sleeping position was open and free, Kurt's was more withdrawn. He was curled up next to Blaine; his right arm draped over Blaine's belly, his right leg over Blaine's left. Blaine's hand reappeared at the small of Kurt's back which was exposed where the blankets had been pulled away a little.

Blaine awoke first. He didn't open his eyes immediately, dallying in the space between dream and reality. He had dreamt about nothing in particular, but it had been a nice nothing-in-particular and he wanted to enjoy the warmth radiating from the dream. His forehead wrinkled when he realized that actually that particular warmth was in the real world, and seemed to be concentrated on his right side. He opened his eyes and the tiniest squeak of surprise escaped when he viewed the predicament that he was in.

Kurt's well-toned milky white self was just so damned close. He could smell Kurt and inhaled deeply; soap and honey. He inwardly groaned when he realized that having the boy close so early in the morning was making what happened all too easily in the mornings happen.. with a vengeance. Blaine squirmed a little bit, trying to get what he called 'his own little Oliver Wood' into a more comfortable and less incriminating position.

It was in this squirming that he realized that Kurt was having the same problem... and wasn't sleeping anymore. Kurt leaped comically into the air and landed with a loud thud on the floor next to the bed. Blaine roared with laughter and crawled over to see if Kurt was alright. BAD MOVE. What he did see was Kurt's pasty white butt cheeks staring right back at him! Apparently Kurt's clothes had been dislodged between sleep and the confusion this morning. Blaine scrambled backwards and closed his eyes. This is NOT what's supposed to happen between friends!

He heard Kurt run into the small toilet room and a loud knock on the door. He pulled his pants (damn you Oliver!) and his blazer on quickly and walked out to open it. He stuck his face through the door, unwilling to show anybody the 'honeymoon suite.' It was Wes and David.

Wes talked first. "Hi Blaine. Have you looked outside yet? No? Well, there is a LOT of snow out there and we're supposed to get more. Damn lake effect. Anyway, we can't leave now and we can't leave soon. In about an hour there's going to be some food around.. just cold stuff. We're advising people to stay in their rooms and sleep some more. We'll reconvene probably around lunch to talk about what's going on and rehearse."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "And the performance?"

"We're not definitely going to miss it yet.. but we'll have to wait and see." Blaine nodded again.

"So," David piped up for the first time, his eyes glinting with mischief, "how many beds are in a Honeymoon Suite?" Blaine shut the door in his face.

His thoughts went back to Kurt, and he hoped that Kurt hadn't noticed that Blaine had seen his patootie.

At that moment, Kurt was in the toilet room thinking about how to fix his 'situation.' I hate the mornings, he thought, I wish I could spell this away for a day. Gaga this is so embarrassing! Maybe he didn't notice when he rubbed up against me. Kurt opened the door a little and saw that Blaine wasn't in the room. He had heard the knock on the door too and figured that Blaine was dealing with it. He opened the door fully and walked out to get his uniform back on. He looked over and saw Blaine walking towards him, chest bare under his blazer- so effing HOT.

Blaine saw Kurt and stopped in his tracks. Did Kurt's... just.. move? Shit I can see EVERYTHING when he's wearing those.. what is .. ohmygod he's getting turned on looking at me. Shit shit shit what do I do? He decided to ignore it. "Hey Kurt!" breaking the silence allowed Kurt to bolt for his clothes and put his pants on really quickly, impressively not falling over in the process. Blaine's inner monologue, to Kurt, was just a flicker in his brown eyes.

While he was bent over putting his pants, on he discreetly looked at Blaine and saw that he wasn't the only one with this problem. What an awkward situation. "We're snowed in right now. The bus can't get fixed and we can't go anywhere."

"So... what are we going to do?" the lighter voice asked.