So all my whinging has actually paid off in a way I never thought it would. I got a message from I'llrockyoursocks last night saying that she had the episodes I wanted on USB and would I like her to post them to me? So of course I said; no, that's cool, thanks.

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Okay, I kinda freaked out and ran around in circles for a bit before saying yes I most certainly WOULD like the episodes. So in a few days, I'm going to get a USB with a whole lot of Glee including the New York episode PLUS AVPM/S! I can't even believe it. So still haven't seen New York, but I will be soon! (so that's a repeat of my NO NY PROMPTS message) Everybody go send I'llrockyoursocks some love :)

[The other reason I'm telling you all this is because if I disappear anytime soon, I'm gonna need one of you to call the New Zealand cops and tell them some random has probably kidnapped me because I gave out my address online. Cheers ;) no offense, I'llrockyoursocks, promise!]

Water for Elephant has only just released here and I went to see it tonight. I read the book a few weeks back and I'm always iffy about book-to-movie films because they always skip parts and stuff. But it was lovely :) I highly recommend it. Also, I'm posting another oneshot soon. Just saying.

Onto the story. Prompted by Full-Empty-Spirit and similarly prompted by The Codebreaker and Broken Gold: What if Blaine and Kurt were having a sleepover or something and Kurt fell asleep first and Blaine thought he looked so adorable that he couldn't help giving him a little kiss on the lips? And then Kurt wakes up?

I wanted to do a sleepover at Kurt's place cause his room rocks, but Burt is so not going to let that happen... so Dalton it is.

Sleep

Hey Kurt :) are you coming back to Dalton tonight or tomorrow? - Blaine

Kurt looked at his phone, brow furrowed. He usually always came back on a Sunday night, so getting this text on a Saturday afternoon was a bit odd. Does this mean he wants me back tonight? Kurt thought as he walked downstairs.

"Hey Dad, what are we doing tomorrow?" Burt looked up from the television.

"I have to go into the shop all day, but I think Carol was going to take you shopping. Check with her when she gets back, she's just gone to get groceries."

"Sounds good, thanks Dad." Kurt went back upstairs, grabbing his phone.

Tomorrow afternoon, Carol's taking me shopping :) why's that? - Kurt

The reply came back almost instantly.

I need to ask you a favour. Can I call? - Blaine

Sure - Kurt

A few seconds later, his phone started playing Teenage Dream and Kurt answered. "Hey Blaine, what's up?"

"Wes and David are. The latest Mortal Kombat game came out yesterday and they've managed to get a copy already. They've been playing it all day and I know they'll play all night too. David said it was cool with him, but I was wondering if I could sleep in your room tonight?"

"That's fine with me, Blaine." Kurt smiled, hearing the frustration in his friend's voice.

"Thanks. And I - well ... you know, well I don't really want to sleep on David's bed, unless I have to. So can I -?"

"Of course you can." But Kurt could feel his heart beating faster at the thought of Blaine sleeping in his bed.

"You're a lifesaver, Kurt. Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Have a great weekend with your family."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow."

Kurt hung up, flopping back onto his bed. Try as he might, he couldn't get the image out of his head - Blaine sleeping in his bed, Blaine curled up under his blankets, probably not wearing a shirt... Kurt shook his head, jumping back off the bed and heading downstairs. As he made his way down he heard the sound of the front door opening and headed in that direction to see Carol juggling a few bags. He immediately grabbed them off her and headed into the kitchen.

"Thanks sweetie." Carol went to say something else but was stopped by a sneeze. Kurt took a close look at her and noticed how pale she looked.

"Carol, you're sick."

She shook her head and tried to protest. "No, I'm fine, it's just -" She broke off into a fit of coughing and Kurt clucked his tongue.

"Come on, you're going to bed. I'll bring you some medicine." He took her arm and led her down to the bedroom, making sure she got into bed before going and rifling through the medicine cabinet. He brought her back all the requirements and set them down beside her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I don't think we'll be going shopping tomorrow."

"That's alright, you just rest." Kurt backed out of the room, heading downstairs to his dad. "Carol's sick," he announced.

Burt jumped up like the house was on fire. "What's wrong with her?"

"Just a cold, possibly flu. Nothing serious, she's in bed now with medicine."

Burt relaxed and sat back down. "Okay, good job kid. Guess you won't be shopping tomorrow. What will you do with yourself then?"

"I don't know, hang out with Finn maybe?" But Burt was already shaking his head.

"Finn's at Puck's tonight and all day tomorrow. Something about a new fighting game."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course. Well.. maybe I should just head back to Dalton tonight then."

Burt frowned. "Sorry Kurt, wish we could spend more time with you."

"It's alright. I'll hang out with the other guys there and see you guys next weekend." Kurt headed upstairs to grab his overnight bag, pulling out his phone to text Blaine. The other guys would be playing Mortal Kombat but he could hang out with Blaine. Kurt opened the text and saw their previous conversation. Blaine was going to be sleeping in his room tonight. They could definitely hang out then and -

Blaine was going to be sleeping in his room tonight.

Kurt stared at the phone for another second before locking it and chucking it in his bag. He grabbed his keys and headed in to say goodbye to Carol before hugging his dad and jumping in the car. He deliberated again whether he should text Blaine and tell him he was coming or not, then decided to surprise him instead. Putting the keys in the ignition, he realized his hands were shaking and decided he needed a second opinion. Plugging in the phone, he activated his bluetooth and called Mercedes as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Hey white boy, what's happening?" Mercedes voice filled the car and Kurt smiled.

"Mercedes, I need your advice."

"Shoot."

"Well, Blaine's going to be sleeping in my room tonight and -"

"Hold the phone!" Kurt jumped, hitting the brakes a little harder than necessary. "You didn't tell me you were an item! And you don't think you're moving a little too fast...?"

"Mercedes, not like that! His roommate has Mortal Kombat and he doesn't want to listen to them all night. So he was going to sleep in there while I stayed home, but now I'm going back because Carol's sick and everyone else is busy and I haven't told him I'm going back yet -"

"Okay, calm down Kurt." Kurt realized his hands were still shaking and took a deep breath. "So, you're going back to share a room with the guy you're crazy about. Apart from that, what's the drama?"

"I - I don't know. What are we supposed to do?"

"I'll pretend that question couldn't be taken in an incredibly suggestive way. What do you and Blaine normally do when you hang out?"

"I don't know, watch movies?" Kurt headed onto the freeway, flooring it as he tried to clear his head.

"Well, do that then." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"It really is that simple, isn't it?" He knew Mercedes was rolling her eyes on the other end. "Thanks 'Cedes. What are you up to tonight?"

"Me and Quinn are watching Gossip Girl. She says hi by the way." Kurt smiled at the strange friendship but gave his hello to Quinn, chatting for a bit longer before saying goodbye to Mercedes and hanging up. He took the ramp off to Westerville, keeping his breathing calm. Before he knew it, he was in the Dalton car park. As he wandered up to his room, he could hear the sound of laughing and gunfire coming out of Blaine's room and cringed, giving it a wide berth.

Kurt hesitated outside his door, unsure of whether to just walk in, before knocking quietly and pushing open the door. Blaine looked up from the bed, hastily wiping his eyes. "Kurt! Hey, I - I thought you were staying?"

Kurt stared at him. Blaine was curled up on Kurt's bed and his eyes were all red. He was holding the TV remote and Kurt turned to see The Notebook frozen on the screen. "I know, it's pathetic. I just felt like watching something and it was there." Blaine ducked his head, embarassed.

Kurt walked over and sat next to him. "You're doing pretty well. I'm usually an inconsolable wreck by this point." Blaine chuckled and hit stop, letting the picture fade to black.

"So, you're back?" he asked, stretching his legs out next to Kurt's.

"Yeah, Carol got sick?"

Blaine grimaced. "Is she okay?"

"Just a cold, she'll be fine. Dad had to go to the shop and Finn.. well, Puck got Mortal Kombat as well so nobody's going to see him for about a week." Kurt laughed. "So I thought I'd come back here and give you some company."

Blaine smiled which quickly turned into a frown. "So ... does that mean you want the room back? I mean, I don't mind if you do -"

"No, I'm not going to kick you out." Kurt elbowed Blaine who was looking relieved. "I'm not that heartless. Besides, I brought something back with me." He grabbed his bag and pulled out a stack of Disney movies, watching Blaine's eyes light up. "We have Mulan, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Best and Aladdin."

"You're awesome, Kurt." Usually when Blaine said things like this, Kurt would just smile and shrug them off. But the fact that they were sitting so close together, alone in Kurt's room meant that Kurt blushed before hastily jumping off the bed to put The Little Mermaid in the DVD player. As the opening music played, Kurt hopped back on the bed next to Blaine and they sat in a comfortable silence to watch the movie.

Half way through Mulan, Kurt paused the movie and looked at Blaine. "I'm starving. Aren't you?"

"Yeah," Blaine admitted, stretching. "What do you feel like eating?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't really want to go anywhere. Can we order in Chinese or something?"

"Sure." Blaine grabbed his phone, flipping through until he found the app for the local Chinese place.(1) He typed in his order then handed the phone to Kurt so he could do the same. They were advised that the order would be there within half an hour so they decided to head outside to wait.

Once they got outside, Blaine grabbed his wallet out of his pocket. "I'll go to the store and get us drinks and stuff. Anything in particular you want?"

Kurt shook his head. "Whatever you pick is fine."

Blaine jogged across the road to the store, picking up drinks and the brand of salt 'n' vinegar chips he knew Kurt loved. He stopped by the confectionary to grab a few packets of Red Vines before checking out and heading back to Kurt who was sitting on the ground. Kurt snorted when he saw the Red Vines, but grabbed the chips eagerly. "Thanks," he said, catching Blaine's eye.

"You're welcome." Blaine sat next to him and tried to ignore the flipping feeling in his heart, focusing on looking out for the delivery van. If he was being honest with himself - and he didn't seem to do that often anymore - he was nervous about spending the night in Kurt's room. Past experiences had shown that he was cuddly when he slept, which was usually humorous to others when they woke up to find him curled around pillows. But there had been an occasion where he and Kurt had fallen asleep watching movies and Blaine had woken in the middle of the night to find Kurt in his arms. He had gently pulled away, putting a couple of pillows between them and slipped back to sleep, thankful that Kurt hadn't woken up.

"Blaine?" Blaine jerked out of his thoughts when a hand waved in front of his face.

"Sorry, drifted off there. What were you saying?"

"Food's here." Kurt pointed to the delivery van and Blaine jumped up to grab their food, Kurt following behind. They headed back to the room and sat back on the bed - Blaine noticed that they had ended up closer together but wasn't complaining - to eat, starting the movie from where it had left off. The food rapidly disappeared between renditions of I'll Make A Man Out Of You and Honor To Us All. Blaine didn't quite have the courage to sing True To Your Heart and noticed Kurt chose not to sing it either. Someday, I'll sing that to him, he decided as the movie ended and Kurt jumped up to put in the next one. As he sat down, he playfully kicked his legs over Blaine's, who just shrugged, secretly reveling in the contact.

As Beauty and the Beast played on, Blaine noticed Kurt starting to look more tired. He shuffled in closer and Kurt put his head on his shoulder with a small murmur. Blaine bit his lip to keep from sighing and instead focused on the movie.

By the time it had finished, Kurt was fast asleep on Blaine's shoulder. As he looked down, Kurt murmured something in his sleep and snuggled in closer, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine sucked in a breath because now Kurt was essentially sleeping in his lap. His face was slightly upturned and Blaine could see how peaceful he looked. He was so close that Blaine could easily lean down and kiss him.

Nu-uh. Don't go there, Anderson.

But now that the thought was in Blaine's mind, he couldn't get rid of it. It would be so simple and his lips were so inviting. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep until he could get his mind off it and he wouldn't get his mind off it unless -

You can't do that. You can't.

And then, as if Kurt was reading his mind, he shifted slightly and murmured, "Mm, Blaine..."

Blaine felt his heart beating faster. Kurt had just said his name in his sleep.

Before he could think about it any more, Blaine leant down and gently pressed his lips to Kurt's. He kept it short, knowing Kurt could wake up any second, but still couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped when he pulled away. He stared down at Kurt for a few seconds longer before looking away with a goofy smile on his face.

I just kissed Kurt.

Blaine's mental celebration was cut short as Kurt shifted against him, unwrapping his arms and lifting his head. He turned back to see Kurt squinting at him in the light. "Blaine?"

"Yeah. You alright? You fell asleep."

"Sorry." Kurt rubbed his eyes, still staring at him as if he wasn't quite sure he was actually there. "I just had this dream..." He stopped.

"Oh? What about?"

"I - no, it was nothing." Blaine saw the flush making its way up Kurt's face and took a chance.

"You dreamt I kissed you, didn't you?"

Kurt froze, staring at him. "Yeah. How did you ... oh." And Blaine saw the look that crossed his face and his heart sank.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt, you just looked so peaceful sleeping there and I couldn't resist. I know you're angry at me now, I'll go back to my room and -"

"Blaine. Shut up." Blaine snapped his mouth shut because somehow, inexplicably, Kurt was smiling. "The only reason I'd be angry is because you didn't wake me up so I could experience it properly."

Oh.

"So..." Kurt appeared to be waiting until Blaine finally caught on. He smiled and ducked his head again, bringing their lips together. And this time, the second kiss was better than the first because Kurt was responding, gently moving his lips against Blaine's. They kept it sweet and simple, knowing they had plenty of time to take things further later.

Pulling away, Blaine looked down at Kurt whose eyes were drifting shut again. Tucking his arm under Kurt's legs and keeping the other around his waist, he shuffled them back to where they could lie against the pillows. Blaine lay down and pulled Kurt up against him. He curled into Blaine, nuzzling his nose into his shoulder and sighing happily. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt tighter, reveling in the feeling of having someone in his arms.

"Blaine?" Kurt murmured quietly.

"Yeah?"

"This is like that last time when we were cuddling in our sleep and you thought I was asleep and moved away. I wish you hadn't. You were comfortable..." Kurt's voice drifted off and Blaine shook his head.

Kurt Hummel, you are so freaking adorable, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

(1) I know they have apps for pizza delivery, I don't know about this. Consider it far fetched if you wish.

Gosh, I can't just have them have a normal sleepover, can I? No, we get Blaine in tears over The Notebook, Red Vines, Disney and a crazy Wes and David. We all know where my mind is - firmly in fluff land.

By the way, thank you so much for all the positive feedback on the last chapter. I was so iffy about posting it because it didn't feel right (kind of like this one, I think it's because they're unedited) but to get so much love made me feel great. So thanks :)