A/N- To anyone who has completely forgotten about this series because I haven't updated in... two months (SERIOUSLY? WTF!), then hello again. Yeah, I think I secretly put this on hiatus for a while, it became my side project and got put behind loads of crap. But I've finally got a chance to update it! (Not that I didn't have chances before, I just kinda sorta completely forgot.)

This is the song Fantasies Come True from the musical Avenue Q, by far one of the dirtiest soundtracks I possess. But this isn't actually one of the really bad ones, and I like it a lot :) So here's what would go down if the same thing happened to Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt sat at his desk, pouring over a packet of notes for history class. Blaine was lying in bed behind him. "Blaine?" Kurt said, feeling lonely in their quiet dorm. "You awake?"

"No, Wes, I hate that song!" Blaine rolled over in bed and groaned into his pillow. "Why can't we just sing Katy Perry?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine was talking in his sleep again. He puled himself out of his chair and walked towards the light, ready to turn it off and go to sleep, when he heard something else. "I love you, Kurt."

The boy whipped around to face his roommate. "Blaine? Are you awake?" There was no response, so Kurt took that as a no. "He's just sleeping, he doesn't know what-"

"I love your voice. And your cute little laugh." Blaine was lying on his back now, gripping his sheets and pulling at them.

Kurt was stunned. "Oh, Blaine! I just have to wonder though... Is this love love or I-love-you-like-a-brother love? Because I really hope it's the first one."

"Take off your shirt."

Kurt let out a little yelp, practically falling on the floor. "Oh my Gaga," he said, scrambling off the floor clumsily. He ran to the farthest corner of the room and started having a panic attack. "Oh my Gaga he love loves me. Oh, sweet Cheesus WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?" His frantic whispers were met with more mutterings from Blaine, and a comment about his pale chest that made his entire body feel like it was blushing.

Kurt looked over at Blaine and saw a look of pure joy on his face. How could he deny Blaine the chance to act on his feelings? How could he deny himself that privilege? He tiptoed slowly over to Blaine and shook him by the shoulder. "Bl- Blaine?" The older boy stirred and Kurt tried again. "Blaine!"

"Hmmm?" Blaine's eyes fluttered open and try to focus on Kurt's face.

With a deep, shaky breath, Kurt leaned over and gave Blaine a quick kiss. Blaine stared back up at him in amazement. But in an instant, his eyebrows lowered, him mouth went from a look of shock to a cocky grin, and he yanked Kurt on top of him by the shirt. Blaine pulled the boy's face down just enough to kiss him on the nose sweetly, then dragged Kurt down the rest of the way to press their lips together.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," he said between kisses. Kurt went lightheaded and allowed Blaine to do as he pleased, kiss him and grab him by the hair and bite at his neck. He took in a sharp breath when Blaine began sucking at the sensitive skin along his collarbone. Blaine kissed the dark mark he left and moved onward, wanting to make sure everyone could see his little affections. Kurt was his now.

Kurt's breathing became shallow, and he started to grind against Blaine. Intertwining his fingers in Blaine's thick hair, Kurt pulled back his head and planted another kiss on Blaine's lips (Oh my Gucci they take like coffee and rainbows and sweets and I'm in love, was all Kurt could think at the moment). He started working his way down Blaine's neck, leaving his own bites. Blaine let out a moan and flipped them over, putting himself on top. He pulled away and looked at Kurt with love in his eyes.

Then he started shaking him.

"Kurt! Kurt get up!" Kurt looked around in confusion, wondering what just happened. Blaine hovered over him with a worried expression. "Come on, Kurt, wake up."

"Wha- What's going on?" His voice was groggy with sleep.

"You were talking in your sleep, I had to wake you up."

"Wait, what?" Kurt sat up quickly, still trying to gain his bearings. "That's not right, you were talking in your sleep and I woke you up!"

Blaine shook his head. "I just came to bed, Kurt. I've been in the shower this whole time." Kurt furrowed his brow and stared past Blaine, trying hard to believe the words. "You were mumbling and sweating and rolling around a lot, I was worried you were having a nightmare."

Oh. How sweet of him. "Well, thank you, but it wasn't a-" Blaine raised his hand, silencing the other boy.

"You don't need to be brave for me Kurt." He reached down and took Kurt's hands in his own, pressing them to his chest. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide with terror. He shook his head, saying, "No, no, it's okay. I'm fine really I don't wanna get into it."

Blaine pursed his lips and considered Kurt for a moment. Finally, he said, "Move over." Kurt was confused but did as he was asked. Blaine climbed into his bed and pressed their bodies together, making Kurt shiver. "You shouldn't be alone tonight if you're having nightmares. Good night, Kurt." And just like that, Blaine was asleep in Kurt's bed.

The sleeping boy's breathing tickled the back of Kurt's neck. He turned his head to look at Blaine's peaceful face, to watch those dark eyelashes flutter as his eyes moved under the pale skin of his eyelid. Blaine's lips parted, and he let out a small whisper. "Kurt..."

Kurt's eyes grew wide again and he turned away. It would be cruel for this to be just another dream. Kurt reached down and pinched his arm, feeling the sharp pain that meant he was awake. The only person dreaming was Blaine.