That's the 4th time this week. How many sheets is he going to ruin, honestly.
And he was still rock hard. Damn.
After relieving himself and taking a cold shower, he thought about what this all meant. It had to mean something. Ever since he had got back from L.A, all he kept doing was thinking about Blaine, and after 2 weeks it had turned into very strange and yet hot dreams of him and his best friend.
It wasn't that Kurt was disgusted by the thoughts, or dreams, of Blaine. He knew his bestfriend was drop dead gorgeous, killer abs, an amazingly sculpted and tanned chest, and very muscled thighs.
Those thighs featured very prominently in his dreams. A lot.
Kurt shook his head as he headed for the kitchen. Marius was already up and making breakfast, it was their cheat day, and he was making pancakes.
Kurt smiled somewhat sadly, if these dreams with Blaine continued, Kurt would probably develop some sort of feelings for Blaine, that went completely beyond friendship, and considering it wouldn't be fair to Marius, he would probably break things off before it got complicated.
His boyfriend saw him and gave him a big smile and Kurt returned it, while he watched him set the table for their breakfast, sighing quietly to himself. He had a lot to think about.
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Blaine had had about as much as he could stand. This was the 8th time in two weeks that he had had a sex dream about Kurt. What gives?
Ok, his BFF was a model, and Blaine had some semblance of attraction to him, and he loved him and he had missed him a whole lot over the past 10 years. Maybe he was just projecting, maybe it was just admiration of Kurt.
So why is it that he had never had a sex dream about his own boyfriend?
Blaine looked over to the sleeping form of his gorgeous boyfriend beside him and he gulped. His mind automatically went for the jugular.
His skin isn't as soft as Kurt's, his eyes weren't as sparkling as Kurt's, his laugh wasn't as melodious as Kurt's, his body wasn't as flexible as Kurt's, especially in the dream-
No. He wouldn't do this. Picking faults with his boyfriend when he was innocently sleeping beside him right now. He ran his hands over his face, and got up gently, walking into his bathroom to clean himself up. If this kept up, he was going to have to start wearing a condom at night.
He pealed his boxers off and wiped himself over, and then he looked up at himself in the mirror. And for a split second he imagined a pair of pale lithe arms wrapping around his waist from behind, and kind, warm, sparkling bright blue eyes looking over his shoulder. As he gasped the image flew away and he sighed as he grabbed onto the sink.
"Why can't I get him out of my head?" He asked himself quietly.
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Kurt was in his manager's office, as she was talking about the coverage from the photoshoot in L.A and how it had expanded his career, she had received so many calls about him. But as soon as she mentioned L.A, Kurt was suddenly lost within his own head, imagining warm sandy beaches and a perfectly straight white smile.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face and he snapped back into focus.
"Ok, spill...where were you just now?"
"Huh?"
"You had a dreamy look on your face, like someone had asked you to marry them. Who were you thinking about?" She asked with a smirk and Kurt's face went pale, and his eyes widened when he realised what he had just done.
"I have to go!" He said quickly and flew out of her office.
Walking swiftly back to his apartment, he collapsed facedown on his couch, and tried to breathe through his little anxiety. 'Oh my god' he thought, 'I just had a non sexual dream about Blaine!'
He knew what it meant, he had developed a crush on his BFF, he sighed and wrenched himself away from the couch. Dropping to the floor with a thud, he lay there looking up at the ceiling for a long time. It wasn't fair, why did Blaine have to come back into his life and ruin-
No. No.
He didn't ruin anything, if anything, Kurt felt a thousand times happier and better, now that he had him back. So that's what his father meant, when he said his mother lit up his world.
Oh. MY. God!
I'm in love with Blaine.
Just then his phone pinged a new message, and it was Blaine. Wow perfect timing BFF.
From Blaine:
Hey Kurt, just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be an Uncle again! XD Cooper just told me, isn't it amazing! :) :) :) I'm so excited, I just did a happy dance...and then again! YAY!
Kurt grinned at the silliness of the text, and he replied with an equally silly one.
To Blaine:
Oh Blainers you and your happy dances! I'm happy for you, I hope you get a nephew this time...Oh MY God I just imagined a little bowtie on the baby, and now I'm doing my own happy dance!
It was true, Kurt had squealed and jumped around the room, whilst trying to text, and once he realised what he was doing, he blushed to himself and sat down on the couch again, as his phone chimed again.
From Blaine:
Oh my god! Yes Kurt, thank you, I need to share my bowtie collection with somebody who appreciates it lol XD
Kurt put a hand over his mouth in delight and let out a happy sigh. Then he rolled his eyes.
'Great,' he thought, 'Now I'm making lovey dovey noises.' He was just about to text Blaine again, when he heard the front door of his apartment open.
"Baby are you home?" Marius' voice called out and Kurt's smile dropped.
"Yeah, I'm here." Kurt replied, and with a grimace at how calm and collected he sounded, he sighed again and got up to go to his boyfriend.
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Blaine watched Dillon leave, with a sad smile. After the competitions were over, he broke up with him. He had explained everything that had happened, and the dreams and the longing feeling in his gut. Dillon had sat through it all with a small smile on his face, and he had wished Blaine luck as he walked away.
Blaine sighed, partly sad and partly in relief that Dillon was such an understanding person. Sure, they weren't in love, but it was still a break up.
"Hey dude, what's going on, Nick said that you were breaking up with Dillon?" Jeff said with a raised eyebrow as he approached where Blaine was sitting.
"Yeah, I did." Blaine told him and Jeff shook his head a little before looking back at him.
"Why?"
"Because I'm in love."
Jeff raised an eyebrow and he had a smirk on his face.
"With?"
"Kurt." Blaine said simply and Jeff's smirk morphed into surprise.
"Oh...ok." He said as Blaine nodded and he looked his friend up and down before asking, "How can you tell?"
"I just know...he's everything to me. I feel comfortable with him, we know everything about each other, it's easy to talk to him, he's so smart, and loving. He makes my day brighter when it's been shitty...I love him." Blaine explained, and as he did, Jeff watched a smile stretch across his face at the mention of Kurt and he laughed as he nudged Blaine's shoulder.
"Sappy, Blaine, really sappy." He said sarcastically and Blaine laughed a little and pushed him back.
"Oh shut up."
Jeff laughed at his friend's attempt to start a pushing war, but eventually Jeff one, pushing Blaine off o9f his seat and down onto the sand, as he stared up incredulously at the blond, glaring playfully.
"Isn't Kurt in New York?" Jeff asked as Blaine got up and brushed the sand off of his shorts, and then nodded at his friend, "So how is this going to work?"
"I'm going to go and find out." Blaine answered with a huge grin and Jeff smiled at him.
"You're going to New York?" He asked excitedly and Blaine matched his enthusiasm with a grin of his own.
"Yep."
