Written for the Prompt "Sleep Talking Blaine"
Kurt noticed it the first night he roomed with Blaine. How could he not? Blaine had muttered something about talking as they changed into their pajamas (very careful to avoid looking at each other, faces flushed), but Kurt didn't really register what he meant until he awoke at 2am.
"…really think you should ask Martin, the lemurs would know…mmmfurdsin… not a paper…if you…"
Only a few words were intelligible.
"Blaine?" he asked. "You okay?"
There was a contented sigh from the other side of the room and it went quiet. Kurt shrugged and fell back asleep.
The next morning, as they were getting ready for school, Blaine opened his mouth several times to speak, then closed it again.
"You look like a goldfish," Kurt commented. "What's up?"
He hesitated. "Oh, nothing… I was just wondering… it doesn't matter."
Kurt eyed him skeptically, but continued to tie his tie. "You weren't kidding about the sleep-talking."
Blaine stiffened as he turned away from the mirror. "I… I'm sorry. Usually it's only when I'm stressed out, or emotionally exhausted. I didn't mean to - I hope I didn't say anything -"
Kurt smiled. "It wasn't a big deal. It barely even bothered me. Something about lemurs?…"
He quirked an eyebrow. "Lemurs?"
"Named Martin, if I recall."
"Oh. Sorry. I'll try to -"
"Don't worry about it. You should have heard Finn's snoring. It was so, so much worse. And that scarf is horrible. Here, borrow this one…"
It really didn't happen all that often - just, as he'd said, when he was stressed out about something. Finals week was particularly bad, and the day before his french final Kurt woke up to one of the most complete sleep-thoughts he'd ever heard from his roommate.
"No, David, he's not…mmmffinteecediff… not interested…inappropriate…friend… coffee…"
Kurt sighs. Blaine was dreaming about Jeremiah. They went out for coffee. It was over a month since the GAP incident, and as Blaine hadn't mentioned blonde-hipster-wannabe since then, he'd kind of thought - well, hoped - that maybe Blaine had realized that his feelings for Jeremiah had faded.
Apparently not.
Kurt couldn't deny that knowing - hearing - that stung. Which is why he rolled over and almost missed the conclusion of Blaine's argument with his subconscious (David).
"Not just anyone… throw this away… this is Kurt… important… to me…"
Hold on a minute.
Kurt?
He shouldn't freak out. It was entirely possible he was talking about something else, and not what Kurt wanted desperately to believe.
" 'course… perfect for me… everything about… want to…good enough for him…"
Who the hell was he kidding?
Kurt pulled his blankets up around him. "Blaine?"
Silence. Usually another voice would soothe him back to quiet dreaming.
Kurt bit his lip to keep from squealing out loud and closed his eyes to dream dreams of his own.
"So, Blaine…"
"Mmm?" Blaine sipped his latte, which Kurt had just handed him, and they walked through the entrance hall. It was still early, so there weren't many people around.
"I had the weirdest dream last night?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't remember it, though. Do you remember yours?"
Blaine froze, and Kurt had his answer.
"Not really," he hedged. "Bits and pieces."
"Like… conversations?"
"Sometimes…"
"How about last night?"
"I'm not sure."
"With David?"
Blaine nearly dropped his coffee. "Oh, god. Kurt…"
"It sounded like a very interesting conversation."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't - I am such an idiot, I -"
"You kind of are."
Blaine closed his eyes and took a step away from him. "I know, I shouldn't even be -"
Kurt saw the look on his face and closed the gap, touching his arm. "I can't believe you don't think I feel the same way."
Blaine blinked. "Wh… what?"
"I heard you. Last night. And… Blaine, it's… it's really really good that I did, because I don't think I would ever be able to ask you this otherwise."
Blaine was still blinking. "You mean… wait, ask me what?"
"Would you like to go out to dinner on Thursday?"
"We can't."
Kurt froze. He'd misinterpreted everything. Oh, god. And he'd - oh, god. No. No, he had not just…
"I see, well, I have to - I have to get to class. I'm sorry, I must have - I'll see you later. Or possibly never. I should -"
"No!" Blaine grabbed his arm, almost spilling Kurt's coffee all over them both (which would have been upsetting, because his jacket was new, thank you very much). But Kurt found himself not caring so much about the coffee when Blaine tugged him back, quickly letting go and running his hand through his hair nervously. "I just meant we can't, Kurt -"
"I got that," Kurt snapped. "If you'll -"
" - because we have rehearsal on Thursday, and if we're going to dinner then I… I want to do this properly. Not be rushed to get back before curfew because Wes is a little more insane than usual." He bit his lip and took a deep breath, and when he spoke again his voice seemed more certain. "I don't know how much you heard, or even really what I said, but… I really, really like you, Kurt. And you're my best friend, and I think that the only thing more important to me than kissing you right now is making sure that I don't screw this up."
Kurt took a sharp breath. "Blaine, let's get something straight - metaphorically speaking. If anyone's going to screw this up then it'll be us. Together."
"Does that mean you think - you think it'll be worth it?"
"Don't you?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "But I've been so very wrong about things before."
"And you will be again," Kurt smiled, taking his hand. "For example, the gel."
"Not this again…"
"I'm just saying -"
"Hey, Kurt?"
"Don't try to -"
"How's Friday?"
"For what?"
"Dinner."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Blaine?"
"Mmm?"
"I would really, really like that."
"Awesome. That is so… I can't even think of a word for it."
"Now, we need to talk about something."
"What is it?"
"Who is Mr. Snuggles?"
"Oh my god."
"Because I am very interested to hear this story."
"Oh, listen! The bell! We should get going."
"This conversation is not over."
"I'm sure. Hey, Kurt…"
"Mhhm?"
"I really, really like holding your hand."
"…I like it too."
[AN: Slowly clearing the backlog of my tumblr drabbles - bear with me]
