Hi guys. I'm extremely tired today, hence why this one is mostly about Kurt sleeping :p haha this one actually started out as a story involving Xavier, but then it kind of took a different turn and now Xavier isn't in it anymore. But I'm planning on writing one soon with him in it!
I'm soo tired. But i need to write another one for tomorrow! Must. Stay. Awake!
Blehh. But i didn't have to go to the doctor after all today! yayy! I hate the doctor with a passion. Like I try not to ever go, but I need my physical so that I can play vball in the fall...but not todayy! muahaha! And needles...hateee needles with a passion.
I don't have a lot to say in my tired haze...
Anyway, on with the update! I love how many reviews i'm getting for this! I'm almost to 150!
Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the common room on a Wednesday night, sharing a loveseat in the corner of the room. They weren't the only ones in the room: Wednesday was a big relaxation night at Dalton. No one quite knew for sure why, but it was just how it'd always been. Maybe it had something to do with it being the middle day in the school week, but that was just a guess. They'd all just sit around and lazily do their homework, not really talking about anything.
Kurt sighed and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine wrapped his arm around the smaller boy, sending him his dazzling smile.
"God," Thad said quietly, "Get a room." Everyone talked in hushed tones, seeing as how the room was always peacefully quiet and how no one wanted to break that tranquility.
"Shut up," Kurt whispered. Thad smirked, and Blaine just looked down at Kurt lovingly. Kurt placed a small kiss on Blaine's neck, causing him to shiver slightly and wrap his arm tighter around Kurt.
Kurt closed his eyes and could feel himself drifting off to sleep. He could feel Blaine's fingers rubbing soothingly on his arm, and that just made him even drowsier.
Blaine noticed that Kurt had become exceptionally quiet, which was unusual for him. He always had something to say, so the fact that he was lying still and breathing deeply was a dead giveaway to Blaine that he had fallen asleep. He reached his other hand up to gently stroke Kurt's cheek, noting that he looked so innocent and sweet while he slept.
Kurt sighed and mumbled something in his sleep, nuzzling his head into Blaine's shoulder even more.
He's so cute, Blaine thought, a small smile playing across his lips. None of the Warblers had taken notice to them, which Blaine was thankful for. They would have been making fun of him right away if it were any other night. But seeing as it was Wednesday, no one was really in the mood to butt into their business.
Blaine picked up his book that he was reading for his literature class with one hand and began to read. It was both easy and hard to concentrate. Easy because it was so quiet and peaceful, and hard because he was so fully aware of the fact that his gorgeous boyfriend was lying against him, sleeping.
Blaine had read about seven pages when he became aware of how Kurt's arms where tightening around him. He didn't think much about it, thinking that Kurt was just subconsciously making himself more comfortable.
A few paragraphs later, Kurt's hands gripped Blaine's shirt tightly, as if he was pulling himself closer.
Blaine looked curiously at Kurt, wondering what Kurt was actually doing. He knew Kurt wasn't awake, so he wasn't sure what was going on in Kurt's mind.
Blaine shifted in his seat slightly, turning himself towards Kurt to make the sleeping boy more comfortable. He figured that Kurt was just trying to put himself in a more comfortable position.
However, even after Blaine had adjusted his position, Kurt continued to continue whatever it was he had been doing before. He wrapped his arm around Blaine and rested his head on Blaine's chest, his other hand pressed firmly against Blaine's chest.
Blaine glanced down at the boy and tried to make sense of what he was doing. Kurt seemed to be trying to bring himself close to Blaine, as close as he could get, and Blaine was definitely wasn't complaining, but he couldn't help but wonder why this boy was doing this in his sleep.
Sure, they'd fallen asleep together a few times before, but it was always both of them asleep at the same time. Not once had Blaine been awake while Kurt was asleep. So maybe Kurt did this all the time, and Blaine just didn't know it.
But what exactly was Kurt doing?
Blaine tried to make sense of it in his mind but couldn't. He continued studying the boy that was sprawled out against him when he heard Kurt mumble something against his chest and then turn his head slightly. "Blaine," he heard Kurt mumble before sighing again.
Blaine froze. Kurt was dreaming about him.
It all made so much more sense now.
Kurt was either one of two things. Or both.
He was either a.) A cuddleslut or b.) A dream ho. Or both, but Blaine could only be sure about the fact that Kurt was definitely a cuddleslut. He had living proof right on him.
I wish I knew what he was dreaming about, Blaine thought to himself as he gazed down at Kurt.
He noticed that Kurt was slightly moaning in his sleep. "Mmmmphhhmmm," was the noise that came out of Kurt's mouth, so quiet that he had to struggle to hear it.
Blaine froze for the second time in less than ten minutes and racked his brain for where he'd heard that noise before. He knew he had and he knew that he liked it.
Then it clicked. That was the noise Kurt made whenever Blaine was, as Wes would say, 'sticking his tongue down his throat.'
Yup. Kurt was definitely a dream ho.
Kurt made another noise along the lines of "Nommm uuhhhh guhh" and Blaine glanced around the room to notice that some of the others had taken notice. Some were looking at them in confusion, but most of them were shooting Blaine knowing looks. Blaine just blushed and looked down, gently brushing his hand against Kurt's smooth skin on his arm.
"Blaineee," Kurt moaned louder this time, "mmmmmm."
Blaine blushed, knowing full well that now everyone else in the room was shooting him curious, knowing glances. He cleared his throat and gave his attention back to his book, trying to ignore all the stares from the others and the noises that were coming from Kurt's throat, low and quiet and sultry.
After about ten more minutes of pure agony, Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He looked over his book and saw that the others were still giving him looks; most of them saying Make him stop!
Blaine really didn't want to wake his boyfriend up, but he felt that if he didn't the other people in the room would become extremely uncomfortable.
He shook Kurt slightly, hoping that it would be enough to wake the boy up. However, it seemed to only make it worse. Kurt grabbed onto his shirt even tighter and pulled himself closer, nuzzling Blaine's chest and mumbling incoherently.
"Blaine," Wes hissed in a hushed tone, "Control your boyfriend!"
Blaine groaned quietly. "I can't quite control his dreams," he said, exasperated.
"Well he's obviously having a naughty dream about you," Wes retorted, "So he probably wants you to actually do those things to him."
"You can't know what he's dreaming about," Blaine sighed.
"Whatever," Wes responded, "But I think it's pretty obvious to everyone in the room what he's dreaming." He paused and gave Blaine a look. "Now make him stop. Some of us actually want to relax."
Blaine knew that Kurt was hard to wake up, but he had no idea that it was this bad. He had shaken him some more, he jostled him with his knee, and he even resorted to almost yelling "Wake up!"
But none of them had worked. Blaine looked down at his still sleeping boyfriend, who continued mumbling and wrapping his arms around Blaine.
Then it hit him. If Blaine was what Kurt wanted, then Blaine was what Kurt was going to get.
He lowered his head so that it was parallel with Kurt's and gently pressed his lips against his. He let them linger for a few seconds before pulling away. Blaine observed his boyfriend for a moment, noticing that he had stopped his mumbling and moaning. But he still looked completely asleep.
Blaine was thinking that he was officially out of ideas when he heard Kurt mumble "Get back here." He glanced down at him in confusion, thinking that he had woken up. But it appeared that his boyfriend was still very much asleep.
Before he got a chance to do anything, Kurt's hands were gripping onto his shirt, pulling him down. Now Blaine was not one to reject a kiss, so he willingly obliged to what Kurt's subconscious mind wanted him to do.
He let their lips touch lightly, thinking that he would leave it at that. However, Kurt's mind must have had other plans because Blaine could feel Kurt's tongue tracing lightly against his lower lip.
God, the illogical, Kurt-centric part of his brain thought, This is hot! I could do this all day, all night, all the time, any time. That tongue…
Then, the more logical part was providing an argument. But he doesn't even know what he's doing, his brain was saying, It would be wrong to take advantage of him while he's in this state.
Blaine knew that this time, the right thing to do would be to follow the logical part of his brain. He wanted to just sit there and kiss Kurt, but it would be wrong for him to do so when Kurt didn't even know what he was doing. It'd be like someone seducing someone else while they're drunk, just in a slightly less vile scenario.
Blaine pulled away and disentangled himself from Kurt. He heard Kurt let out a small whimper, which almost caused Blaine's resolve to vanish right then and there. But he held strong and put distance between himself and Kurt.
He had just picked up his book back up when he felt Kurt pressed into his side again. He groaned. He was so freakin' persistent when he was asleep, apparently.
Blaine glanced around the room again and noticed that some of the non-Warblers had cleared out.
He looked back down at Kurt and was about to try and wake him again when he heard a voice start talking.
"If you're going to try and wake him up again," he heard Wes say, "Please don't have pre-sex again. We thought you guys were going to do it right then and there."
Blaine blushed and nodded, giving Wes a small glare before turning back to the sleeping countertenor.
"Kurt," he whispered into his ear, "Kurtie."
Kurt moved slightly against him but didn't wake up.
"Kurt," he said, "The school is on fire!"
Nothing.
"Kurt," he tried again, "Wes got another gavel. Run for your life!"
Nothing again.
Blaine sighed and a thought came to mind. "Kurt," he whispered in a sultry voice, "I'm wearing nothing but my underwear."
Kurt stirred and mumbled something, turning his head and continuing to sleep.
Damn, Blaine scoffed, I was sure that one would work.
Blaine groaned and rested his head on the back of the couch. He sat there for a moment, enjoying the sparkles that came of Kurt's designer scarf.
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He lifted his head up and whispered into Kurt's ear again.
"Kurt," he whispered, "You're whole wardrobe is being thrown away as we speak."
Kurt's head shot up, his eyes wide. He glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings. "Where?" He said a little too loudly, causing the other people in the room to cringe, "Stop them!"
Blaine chuckled. "Nothing's happening to your wardrobe," he explained, "I just needed to wake you up. Though I have to admit that it did take me a long time to realize that your clothes would wake you up right away."
Kurt blushed a little and looked at Blaine from under his eyelashes. "Yeah…" He started, "But why did you need to wake me up?"
Now it was Blaine's turn to blush. "Well," he said, "You were having a – a dream about – well I'm guessing about me, and you were – err – saying things in your sleep."
"What?" Kurt asked confusedly.
Blaine sighed. "You're a cuddleslut and a dream ho," he explained, cutting straight to the chase.
"What?" Kurt said again, this time with an exasperated tone. "I am none of those things!"
"Oh trust us," Wes groaned, "We are all witnesses, and we all have to agree that you are both of those things."
Kurt blushed and looked sheepishly at Blaine. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know I got handsy in my sleep."
"It's alright," Blaine replied, "I'm fine with it, I'm more than fine with it. But I think it was making the others uncomfortable."
"I really wish you hadn't woken me up," Kurt said softly, "I was having the best dream and –" He broke off, his eyes looking down and his forehead scrunched.
"What is it?" Blaine asked, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
Kurt looked up at him. "I am a dream ho!" He whined. "I never would have thought that I would ever be a dream ho!"
"Well, you've never really had a boyfriend to dream about," Blaine told him as he winked.
Kurt blushed and leant back against Blaine's chest sighing contently. He didn't really care if he was a dream ho, as long as his dreams were about him and Blaine. As long as they were nothing too – err – sexual, of course. He wasn't quite ready to go down that path yet.
So the word 'cuddleslut' is from Friends, if I remember correctly, and the idea of a 'dream ho' is from What I Like About You. Hahah ohh Holly Tyler ;)
But I myself am a bit of a dream ho. Like they aren't like...sexual or anything...but i've had more than one that involved kissing people. Whether it be a crush I had on the neighbor next door (three yrs agoish) or about the guy I liked at my school that didn't really work out because he basically turned me down via someone else (freshman yr of high school) or Darren Criss (current and actually has yet to happen, but I'm sure it will soon) ;)
hahaha I love sleepy!Kurt
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or Friends, Or What I Like About You
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