Author's Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

And uh oh. Here is the "sexy times" that I promised you… You are most certainly going either extremely pleased or completely uncomfortable because I suck at this area of writing… And don't worry, this is most definitely rated appropriate! It will NEVER go to M, because yeah. I never write that stuff…

Consider it as a Halloween candy for you to read (or eat)!

SHOUT-OUTS!

-Maggie Silverston who sent me a review that made my day (I got the review on Monday and my day was especially shitty) so THANKS!

-Spobylla (who better write something sooner or later…)

-the-power-of-love that is obviously beyond pissed about Mason. Don't worry I'm on the same boat as you. Honestly, I want to murder Mason with a chainsaw and leave him laying in an abandoned coal mine for him to rot forever! Mwahaha!

-Kimka333 for such a cool comparison and another awesome review! I read Archie comics (I'm such a nerd) but I've never seen the dude (Jason Blossom) before so I ended up using Google. He does kind of look like Mason, but I kind of pictured Mason as Neville Papperman from iCarly except with dyed highlights of blond and brown and a less babyish face and an even lesser nasally voice.

All of you say a huge thank you for poor, innocent GretaCap, who is probably scarred for life now after beta-ing this (bitchy) chapter. I owe her BIG TIME…

And if you are slightly uncomfortable about boy/boy awesome kisses, you may skip to the nearest break line if you want to.

Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. Let's hop to it! Enjoy! I hope…

*Hides under a rock*

Blaine couldn't remember how he got into such a position in the first place. His last dream was of Kurt holding him as he whispered comforting words into his ear. It was a very pleasant dream. When he cracked his eyes open, he was face to face with a no longer reassuring Kurt, but a smirking Kurt. The junior, who thankfully, was in a Dalton blazer, was straddling his waist, pinning him to the bed on his back.

"Hi," Kurt whispered gently, tangling his fingers in Blaine's curly hair that was no longer plastered with hair gel.

"Um, hi," Blaine swallowed the lump that formed in throat.

Kurt just giggled before gently pressing his lips to Blaine's. Blaine moaned, because Kurt's lips felt amazing against his. It was utterly surreal and it got better when Kurt's tongue began to prod his lips. When Blaine barely opened his mouth, he gasped into the kiss. Kurt's tongue was exploring his along the insides of his mouth, teeth, and tongue and he could taste him. It was the best thing he had ever tasted. It was a strange combination of caramel, and something else that just made him taste like him. Kurt pulled his tongue away from Blaine's mouth to gently tug on his bottom lip with his teeth.

How could Blaine resist the second moan that came from his mouth?

Almost reluctantly, Kurt pulled away; letting his lips barely drift against Blaine's. Blaine gasped for breath; letting his body catch up to whatever the hell he was experiencing. He hoped Kurt wouldn't stop there. Maybe there would be more?

Kurt didn't stop, thankfully, and more was to come. He began to pepper his jaw and chin with short kisses as he sunk lower to lie on top of Blaine. His hands began to slide underneath Blaine's shirt and roam across his chest. Blaine audibly gasped and clutched Kurt's back as tight as he could.

Kurt continued his journey of sweet kisses down to Blaine's neck, where he lightly nipped, kissed, and licked the skin there. Blaine's hands moved even lower on his back to the point where his fingers were on top of the waistband of Kurt's pants. His senses were beginning to overwhelm him and he unconsciously rolled his hips up.

The reaction was unbelievable. Kurt chuckled against his neck, which sent vibrations throughout his whole body. He started to nip and mouth against Blaine's neck even harder than before. Kurt's fingers trailed to Blaine's nipples and even tweaked them, initiating Blaine to lurch upwards once again. Not only that, his hips began to roll against the boy underneath him. A steady rhythm was in place as they both continuously humped against each other.

The humping. The kissing. The hands. Kurt. Blaine couldn't take it anymore, his heart was pumping up into his throat and his brain was on overdrive and was about to blow. He didn't hold in the moans that escaped his lips and that seemed to make Kurt very satisfied, since he was moaning along too. This was too amazing and he didn't want the whole thing to end.

It got better when Kurt's lips trailed towards his right ear while still keeping the wonderful pelvis rhythm and even pinching Blaine's nipples. He mercilessly began to attack it, tugging and nibbling at it and Blaine swore he saw stars.

Blaine's body almost shattered when Kurt halted his actions to whisper seductively, "You taste amazing Blaine."

And that was when Blaine Anderson woke up from one of the best dreams he ever had.

xXxXx

Blaine shot up from his bed, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Whoa, he thought, that was a totally awesome dream. He shook his head at his own thought. How could he do this? He just dreamed of his crush and him intensely making out. What was he, some kind of pervert? Then again, he wondered if his brain had finally taken a toll on him. Would he have another dream like that again?

He most certainly wouldn't mind. As long as Kurt doesn't find out somehow. Or anyone else for that matter.

He took a quick glance at the clock at his bedside table, which read eleven something in the morning. No wonder he felt so rested!

Luckily, his roommate wasn't in the room, so Blaine had the time to calm down from one of the most extreme dream he had ever had (besides the time he dreamt he was Harry Potter heading to Hogwarts). He hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom to refresh himself before changing into jeans and a plain green t-shirt with a bright yellow bow tie.

Blaine skipped breakfast that morning, deciding to head to Kurt's dorm. He really owed the new transfer for helping him last night with the struggles of dealing with Mason.

Just as he rounded the corner to Kurt's dorm, he bumped into Kurt himself. This wouldn't be too good.

"Oh, Blaine!" He exclaimed.

"Sorry, Kurt! But hello!"

Kurt recovered himself to smile at Blaine. "Hey. So? Are you feeling better?" He chuckled to himself. "Wow, which was like, the second time I had asked you that in the past twelve hours."

"No, hey, it's not that big of a deal," Blaine reassured him. "And don't worry. I'm fine. Better after sleeping in until eleven."

Kurt gave him a warm smile and giggled, which really reminded Blaine of the dream he had not half an hour ago. "Um, Blaine, I hate to get off topic, but you didn't gel your hair."

Blaine gasped, his hands flying to his hair. "Oh, crap! I totally forgot! You probably think it looks weird, right? Oh God someone kill me now."

"Relax, Blaine," Kurt's hand reached to pull on a strand. "I think it looks quite adora… fine!" Kurt's face began to bloom a tint of red. "I think it looks fine. You should wear it like this more often."

Blaine noticed the slight hesitation in his voice, but Kurt brushed it off with a wave of his hand. "So, where were you going?" Kurt brought him back to the world of the living.

"Oh, yes, I was heading to the cafeteria to get a very late brunch."

Kurt nodded his head, "Cool. Do you mind if I join you?"

Blaine's smile couldn't have grown any wider. "Of course! I don't mind."

The two boys walked side by side, immediately getting into a conversation animatedly as they strolled to the cafeteria. They seemed to mend together as their chatting flowed together like a river. Blaine liked that they seemed to get along so long. Their likes and dislikes are more than most of his friends like Wes and David or Nick and Jeff.

Blaine grabbed a quick brunch (more like a quick lunch) of an egg omelet and scarfed it down his throat while listening to Kurt ramble about some new clothesline that came out recently.

Once Blaine threw his trash away, he faced Kurt and rubbed his hands together. "So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day before going back to classes tomorrow?"

Kurt tilted his head as he thought. "Hmm, there aren't a lot of choices."

"Well here, let's go simple," Blaine suggested. "Something that doesn't require heading out of Dalton."

"How about a movie marathon?" Kurt offered.

"Sure!"

"Oh, and as part of that special movie marathon…" Kurt purposely trailed off, looking upwards from his eyelashes at Blaine. Blaine swore his heart pumped a little faster at his crush's adorable face.

"What?" Blaine asked. "What? What?"

"Calm down," Kurt said with a small smile. "I was just going to say that as part of that special movie marathon we could snack on those licorice thingies-"

"Ugh," Blaine moaned, making Kurt raise a questioning eyebrow. "They are redvines. Not twizzlers, not licorice. They are redvines. Redvines."

Kurt chuckled. "Well, if you want your precious 'redvines', let's head to my dorm. I already have my laptop all set up."

"Race you there!" Blaine suddenly shouted as he sprinted past Kurt down the hall.

They dashed to the dormitory, with Kurt lagging behind due to Blaine's head start. The two boys were laughing while panting for breath as they raced past some concerned Dalton students and a worried looking old science teacher who gaped at them.

Blaine reached there first and pumped his fist in triumph. He grasped the knob to find that it was locked.

Just then, Kurt rounded the corner at nearly fully speed and collided into Blaine. They fell to the ground with Kurt on top of Blaine.

"Oh my God!" Kurt exclaimed. "Are you okay? I am so, so sorry! Are you hurt?"

Blaine just nodded as he caught his breath from being knocked to the ground. But as he did, he realized that Kurt was on top of him, like in the delicious dream he had earlier that morning.

He began to sweat as Kurt began to ramble off about how sorry he was and repeatedly asking if he was hurt. The sweet feeling of Kurt's light weight body pressed on top of Blaine made his heart pump much harder and faster than before. His face began to flush as Kurt's rambles of apologies slowed down. Now, they were both blushing furiously.

Kurt shot up from Blaine, lightly laughing, and very embarrassed.

"Um, can you help, uh…?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, of course." He reached down to grab Blaine's hand and hoisted him up from the ground. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

Blaine nodded as he brushed any dirt or dust from his shirt and pants. "Of course. Let's just, um, go inside and get our movie marathon going, yeah."

While Kurt was opening his dorm door, Blaine couldn't help but mentally kick himself in the shin. What a way to act like that in front of Kurt! He made a huge fool out of himself when Kurt was lying on top of him, not bothering to get up while apologizing a million times.

Last time he had ever felt so flustered was last year when…

Blaine followed Kurt inside, not finishing his thought. He never really had seen his dorm before and it was one of the neatest dorms, maybe cleaner than Jeff's. Of course, on his side of the room, there were musical posters of Les Misérables, Wicked, and even Funny Girl. He noticed Kurt was already lying on his stomach, tapping away on his laptop.

Kurt looked up expectantly. "Well? What movie should we watch?"

Smiling, Blaine flopped onto the bed next to Kurt. "I always had a secret pleasure for Mamma Mia."

"Oh, you and me both," Kurt chuckled. "Sometimes I randomly jump on my bed dancing to "'Dancing Queen'. How weird is that?"

"Sometimes I dress up as Harry Potter and watch all of the movies in one weekend," Blaine unconsciously blurted out.

Kurt just stared at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

"What?" Blaine asked as Kurt continued to laugh to the point where he was clutching his stomach.

"It's just that I can totally imagine you doing that. That's just priceless." Kurt giggled.

"Whatever, can we just watch the movie?"

Kurt pouted his lower lip. "Aw, come on. Is there any other crazy fanatic skits that you secretly do when no one's looking?"

Blaine was so tempted to tell about the time he and Wes argued about which artist was better: Katy Perry or Miley Cyrus that went on for a good month or the many times when he witnessed Jeff and Nick have a "yo mamma" comebacks war that went on for nearly half an hour. Instead, Blaine shook his head.

"Nope, there is no way I'm telling you anything else. My lips are sealed."

"Okay, if you say so," Kurt said as he dragged the mouse to find the movie.

Just then, Blaine remembered a certain promise that the boy next to him made.

"So, Kurt,"

"Mmhmm?"

"Where are the redvines?"

"Under the bed," Kurt said monotonously, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the screen.

Blaine practically dived off the bed to the floor. His hand blindly groped under the beds when his hand finally felt the crinkled wrapper of the infamous licorice.

"Kurt," he exclaimed as he pulled the package out from under the bed. "I found my redvines!"

"Good for you, Blaine," Kurt said, smiling at the boy on the floor. "Now come on. The movie is going to start without you."

Sighing dramatically, Blaine hopped back onto the bed and laid next to Kurt as he moved the mouse and clicked on play.

They watched the movie in silence without managing to mutter wisecracks at each other. Blaine happily watched while chewing on his precious redvines, and managing to steal quick glances at Kurt.

He didn't know that when he wasn't looking Kurt was doing the same.

Eventually, they shifted around to where they were leaning against the headboard of the bed with the laptop sitting on Kurt's lap.

When the movie reached the time when Rosie and Tanya are singing "Chiquitita" to Donna, Blaine decided to do a risky move that could end up great… or horrible.

Blaine had no idea why he had even thought of the idea in the first place. He just wanted to be closer to Kurt, to experiment. Maybe he could get a positive reaction from the junior, or a rather negative one. It was most definitely worth a shot.

Taking a rather deep breath, he scooted closer to Kurt.

xXxXx

Kurt smiled as he watched the film cast on the laptop screen wave goodbye when they finished singing "Waterloo". The movie was still amazing and fresh like opening a present during Christmas. He still admired the costumes used for the reprise of "Dancing Queen" and "Waterloo" and he desperately wanted costumes like those.

He wondered if he could somehow suggest to the Warbler Council if they could "Waterloo" for Sectionals.

Placing the laptop off of his lap, he stretched his arms, and flinched when he felt something quite heavy on his right shoulder. And he gasped.

Blaine was dead asleep, his breathing slow and in and out of his nose. The part that made him hesitate was the fact that Blaine was lying on his shoulder, snuggling as close as he could get. Then Kurt realized how close they were, like when they were outside in the hall. Blaine's ankles were on top of Kurt's and his hips, thighs, and his shins were pressed as close as possible to Kurt.

His breaths were picking up the pace and so was his heart. This was completely platonic, right? Friends who fall asleep on one's shoulder and the one didn't even mind if he ever moved again. What would Blaine think when he woke up?

Kurt didn't even go to that thought. Blaine would probably think it was once again, a complete accident, and they would spend a good few minutes bickering back and forth on who's sorry and whose fault.

What was he supposed to do? And why does he ask so many questions inside his head?

He guessed that he should awake the boy. They still had to watch another movie, for it was Kurt's turn.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt whispered. "Hey, Blaine, sweetie, wake up-" Kurt clamped his hand to his mouth. Did he just say that? He internally pleaded to himself that Blaine didn't hear any of what he said. After staring worriedly at Blaine for nearly a minute with his hand still covering his mouth, he didn't wake up.

"Blaine," he tried again, still frantic if he would say something incredibly stupid like that again. "Blaine, wake up."

Finally, Blaine groaned and he began to stir. He rubbed his eyes lazily and began to twist his body so his head was (thankfully, Kurt thought) off of Kurt's shoulder and lying on top of the pillow. His eyes fluttered open taking in the sight of him.

"Blaine, we finished Mamma Mia, if you didn't notice, and it's my turn to choose the next movie."

Blaine blinked up at him. "We finished…"

"Yep," Kurt said. "You fell asleep somewhere in the middle of the movie. How can you fall asleep when you went to bed at like, what, eight last night, and sleep in to eleven and then take a nap," Kurt shook his head and clucked his tongue. "Teenage boys, these days…"

"Well, you can't exactly blame me," Blaine retorted. "It's one of those movies that you watch a lot and end up falling asleep to because it's like, I don't know, a comfort movie."

"Falling asleep to such a great movie-musical is injustice," Kurt said. "If you fall asleep in the middle of The Sound of Music, so help me God I will blackmail you in the worse way possible."

"And how can you possibly blackmail me?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow. "You have nothing on me, and I'm not afraid of you!"

"Do you remember," Kurt began, looking up at the ceiling. "When you admitted a certain Harry Potter fetish that you sometimes do on weekends…?"

Blaine gasped. "Oh, God, don't worry, I'm wide awake, see?"

Kurt just chuckled. "See? I can be scary. Just ask Mercedes."

"I don't think I want to ask," Blaine mumbled.

Kurt ruffled Blaine's curls. "Well, let's get back to our movie-marathon. It seems like I haven't seen The Sound of Music in forever."

For the rest of that afternoon, the two boys just continued with watching movies, going to The Rocky Horror Picture Show then ending with Singing in the Rain. They most certainly enjoyed each other's company and their love for classic movie-musicals. Just by watching these movies, their friendship for one another weaved closer than a sewing machine could ever do. Even their hearts that swelled for each other expanded just a bit more.

This couldn't get any better than this.

Author's Note: *Peeks from behind the rock* Okay… still anxiously worried about the "sexy times"… *Climbs back under the rock*

Sneak Peek: I am officially ending the oblivious Klaine fluff filler chapters! For now, of course. I'm now following the Glee plot line from here as the Warblers prep for Sectionals.

Are there any huge criticisms on the "sexy times", the fluff, or on anything else? If you review, I can get feedback and fix it!

See y'all next Thursday!