The dream David describes was one I had the night before last…I still don't get it.

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Kurt sat on the edge of a sandbox that had existed in his backyard when he was in elementary school. He wasn't bothered by the fact that it was currently located in the front yard of his new house or that his father had demolished it when he was in fourth grade. He also wasn't bothered by the fact that he was wearing a Burberry Porsum jacket that was not only worth more than he'd seen in his entire life but was so last season. Nope. He was unconcerned with all of that and interested only in the poulet au citron that he was currently making out of the chicken bouillon in the sandbox, that and the fact that Clark Gable hadn't shown up with his pineapple salsa yet.

He smiled up at David as the jock sat next to him on the wooden rail of the sandbox. "Hello, David."

"Hey, Kurt." David looked over the orangey chicken Kurt was holding, amazed at how absurd some dreams could be…although he couldn't really fault Kurt. He himself had dreamed only a few days ago that he was liberating American POWs from a German camp located outside of what suspiciously looked like a Wal-Mart, but couldn't because his helicopter pilot never showed up and Hitler refused to show him how to fly it because he couldn't get his television to work. "What are you doing?"

"I am making some breakfast. Would you like some tilapia? You really need less blue in your diet." Kurt reached into the sand, which parted as easily as water, and pulled out a live, wriggling fish (that David knew for a fact was not a tilapia or any known species of fish for that matter).

"Yeah…my doctor says I eat too much blue, but it tastes a lot better than yellow, wouldn't you say?" He was having too much fun with this. He had practiced dream walking the night before on Homer only to discover that his friend dreamed of Emma Watson in very bad ways. David doubted he'd ever be able to look at Hermione or Scabbers the same way, again.

As Kurt's attention waned, the scene around them started to change. It had never been really clear or focused to begin with; the sandbox kept changing size and shape, everything in the background was comprised basically of blotchy colors like a Monet painting, even where he was sitting in relation to Kurt kept changing. It was starting to make him slightly dizzy. David stood up and reached his hand down to Kurt. "Come on, how about we go someplace special?"

Kurt stood up, taking David's hand and cocking his head in a dreamy fashion. "So long as Kermit isn't there. I don't like Kermit." David wasn't even sure how to respond to that. Instead, he forced the scenery around them to dissolve and replaced it with a scene he had seen many times in his daydreams.

It looked like the inside of a large gothic cathedral; like the one he had visited in Amiens when he was little. Unlike most cathedrals, it was very bright, with the stones and buttresses being a clean alabaster in color. Where the pulpit should have been was a bedroom; mildly blasphemous, he was well aware, but as far as he knew, the Fates were the highest power there was. "This is my palace. I've been designing it for about six years now. I'll start construction on it as soon as I know where I want it to go. For now though, you can live here, with me."

Kurt looked around; some awareness seemed to be coming to him as David took control of the dream. Kurt's mind was no longer occupied with creating an imaginary setting and instead could devote more resources to reacting to what was going on around him. "I don't like this. This is a church."

David looked around, dismayed. He had expected Kurt to be impressed. Kurt liked fancy things and it didn't get much fancier than medieval gothic architecture. "Well…it's modeled after a church. It isn't really one. This is my palace."

Kurt looked at the bed: a king-sized bed with scarlet red sheets and flower petals strewn across it. There were few things a bed like that could mean. Very few things.

Kurt shook his head. Things didn't seem right to him; there was a kitchen recessed into an alcove; no windows or lights, yet it was still bright and cheery; the entire ceiling looked like a giant Imax screen showing some nature documentary; and, most disconcerting of all, there didn't seem to be any exit. "I don't like it here. Please, take me home."

David's eye twitched; he wasn't sure how to take this. People were supposed to be so much more amenable in dreams.

He'd just have to try harder. "This is your home, Kurt. I can fix it to make it however you want." David took a step towards Kurt, who again shook his head violently, like a little child throwing a tantrum.

Kurt began backing up, matching David step for step. Even everything about David seemed off. He was taller than he should have been. The lines in his face, his bone structure, seemed sharper, more defined. He had definitely lost some weight. The beauty marks were missing from his face. Even his eyes were the wrong color: a deep brown instead of their golden hazel. He looked dark somehow: not in the physical sense, but the emotional sense. If he believed in such things, he would have said David's aura seemed dark. "No. Take me away from here. Take me away from this…this…"Kurt paused. He tensed for a moment and then seemed to relax, no longer frightened.

In barely a whisper, David heard him say, "This is a dream."

And then, much louder, Kurt yelled "WAKE UP!"

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David shot bolt upright in bed, startled by the violence of Kurt's outburst. Nothing had gone as he had planned. If anything, Kurt was probably even more terrified of him, now. He sighed and looked over at his alarm clock just in time to see it change to the hour and start buzzing. First day of school.

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Kurt had woken himself as well. It was a bit earlier than he normally woke up, but something about the dream had just set him on edge so that he couldn't think about going back to sleep. What had that dream been about? Was it his subconscious telling him that he really didn't trust David and still didn't forgive him for the events of last year? That didn't seem likely. Or maybe it was his subconscious telling him that he really wanted David to take charge of the situation and make him his. That also didn't seem likely. He had absolutely no frame of reference for something like this. Yes, he had dreamt of David before. But those had been such soft, sweet dreams: the two of them sitting together in a field holding hands, David stroking his cheek as he peppered him with gentle kisses while telling him how much he loved him, David walking him to and from classes. None of his dreams about David had ever scared him before, not even when David was scary.

He'd just have to forget about the dream.

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It was easier said than done. As Kurt placed his belongings into his new locker, he spotted David heading down the hall, wearing his shiny BullyWhips jacket as usual. He didn't stop to say "hi" to anyone and no one seemed interested in saying "hi" to him. He headed right to Kurt. "Hey, did you get your schedule yet?"

Kurt gulped, still feeling nervous about David after that weird night he had. "Um, yeah. Here." Kurt handed it to David and held his messenger bag close: a security blanket of sorts.

David looked over the schedule and smiled. His smile seemed sad, somehow. "Cool. Most of your classes are pretty close to mine. I won't have any issues watching your back this year."

Kurt smiled as enthusiastically as he could; he didn't like seeing David sad. "My back appreciates it. So…no beret this year?"

David ran his hand self-consciously through his hair. "Yeah…I read somewhere that wearing a hat a lot could make you go bald. Something about it cutting off the blood flow or air supply to the roots or something."

"I should tell my dad that…Oops! Too late." Kurt's smile became softer and more genuine. It was easy for him to be around David. He'd just have to force that stupid dream out of his head and focus on the real David.

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I'm trying to introduce characters slowly (especially those with double names) so that it doesn't get confusing. The OC cast won't be too large, but I will affix a cheat sheet to the bottom of each chapter to help you. Most of them will only appear once or twice. The major players have basically all been introduced.

Those we've met so far:

David – son of Hades and Persephone

Paul – Hades (Pluto in Latin), god of the underworld and wealth (the Greeks believed that since precious jewels and metals came from underground that the were part of Hades realm)

Sophie – Persephone/Kore (Proserpina in Latin), goddess of spring and queen of the underworld

Aaron – Eros (Cupid in Latin), god of love

Sarah – Psyche (Psyche in Latin), goddess of the soul

Homer – an old rat David befriended in the Underworld

Aphrodite – (Venus in Latin) Goddess of love and beauty

Hermes – (Mercury in Latin) Messenger of the gods and escort of souls to the Underworld

Apollo – (Apollo in Latin) God of the sun, medicine, knowledge, music, and poetry

Demetria – Demeter (Ceres in Latin) Goddess of the harvest and seasons

Zeus – (Jupiter in Latin) King of the gods and god of the sky

Hera – (Juno in Latin) Queen of the gods and goddess of Marriage, women and birth

Morpheus – (Morpheus in Latin) god of dreams

Icelus – (couldn't find an accurate Latin variation) – god of nightmares