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Blaine didn't always remember his dreams. It was something he hated about his subconscious. Often, he would remember emotions and sometimes throughout the day some memories would return to him, but often the visions evaded him. tonight, as Blaine slept upon the couch, with his arms wrapped around Kurt, was no exception. His dream tonight, was no exception. Perhaps it was a good thing that Blaine did not remember his dream, for it did not start out with the happiest of emotions.

Blaine was in an elevator which opened to darkness. He was frozen in that space. He heard voices, a scream, multiple screams. A flush of fear ran through him. the darkness began to creep through the elevator. That was when Blaine realised the screams were his, it was the echo of a very old memory.

Then the memory changed, it was no longer his voice that was screaming, but someone higher pitched. It was Kurt. Fear threw Blaine into a state of panic, but a weight on his chest prevented him from moving. He wanted to race, to surge forward. The sound of Kurt's screams made him cry. Water began to fill up the elevator. Blaine tried to swim, slowly his limbs loosened, and he began to move, the water pushed him forward into the darkness. But he wasn't so scare of the darkness anymore because it was pushing him towards Kurt's voice. The darkness took him again and the dream faded. Blaine settled back into slumber and forgot all about the dream.

That was, until the darkness of sleep was broken by gentle presses upon his chest. Blaine smiled in his sleep. a warm glow overtook him and the pressing feeling upon his chest became lighter and lighter with each kiss that trailed downwards. He became giddy and smiled in his sleep. Kurt's face appeared behind his eyes and breathed in his beautiful scent. His body began to react to something he couldn't see.

But he could hear Kurt's moans. They were sounds his mind had fashioned from memory but God, they sounded good. The high-pitched whines which told Blaine he wanted more, to the deeper growls which meant he was being satisfied. Blaine began to mutter in his sleep everything he wanted to do to Kurt. He didn't know what he was saying, for he was in the phase of sleep just before waking, but what ever his words were, they were met with a warm wetness around his cock. It was enough the wake Blaine up, but in the chance, this was all a dream, Blaine didn't want it to end. His sleeping self-muttered "Yes, Kurt please." And his cock was dipped in between warm wet lips. Those lips moved with a tight hold and a tongue dipped up and down the length of his cock. Sleep began to wake as the pressure in his cock built.

"Hmm, Kurt. Kurt!" Blaine flung his eyes open to find Kurt between his legs. His mouth around him. their eyes met. Blaine couldn't help himself. He couldn't even warn Kurt of what was about the happen but he had a suspicious Kurt already knew he was about to come. With one last pulse from Kurt's mouth Blaine's cock filled and released. Kurt's lips became wet and shining with excess cum as he milked Blaine gently through his orgasm. Blaine whimpered with the feeling, the flick of Kurt's tongue sent gentle tingles through his head.

Blaine reached down to run his hands through Kurt's hair. He was very much awake by now, his heart racing but his body relaxed as if he were floating on water.

"Kurt, if you wake me up like that every morning, could you be my new alarm clock?" Blaine muttered as he felt Kurt trail kisses back up his chest and to his neck.

"Only if you wake me up the way you did this morning."

"I woke you up?"

"You did. You were muttering my name in your sleep…. amongst other things." Kurt's grin pressed against Blaine's neck before he slunk from the lounge chair and to his feet.

"Do tell me what I said. I can't remember."

"Over breakfast." Kurt promised. "Have a shower, I'll make pancakes." The last thing Blaine wanted to do was have a shower without Kurt or leave Kurt alone to make pancakes in his kitchen. What kind of host would Blaine be?

"Kurt, I can't let you cook in my kitchen."

"And why not?"

"It would be rude to make you cook."

"Nonsense." Kurt waved the notion away with a hand. He was already gathering ingredients from the pantry as if he had lived here all his life. "I have the best pancake recipe. I want to surprise you with it. Now, go." Kurt pecked Blaine on the cheek, turned him around by the shoulders and shoved him towards the bathroom. While Blaine was in the bathroom Kurt whipped out his phone to bring up his secret pancake recipe. He knew it off by heart so much so that he could make them in his sleep, but he didn't want to get a single ingredient incorrect. It had been his mother's recipe and he wanted them to be perfect for Blaine. Blaine's phone sat beside his on the kitchen counter. They were basically identical in their black phone cases. The only difference was that Blaine's had a small crack across the screen. Kurt smiled to himself, seeing their phones side by side. He wondered if it was too soon to change his home screen to Blaine's charming face. Has he begun to crack the eggs, his phone buzzed. It was Santana.

S: hey do you and Blaine want to hang out today?

K: Sure, what were you thinking of doing?

S: Well, Brit and I were talking about the cat stuff and she wanted me to ask you and Blaine about it

Kurt read the message and cracked the last egg. A piece of shell fragment dropped into the bowl and he began to fish it out. Then he added the milk and sugar and began to whisk. He forgot to reply to Santana's message for a few minutes. This was why, when the phone rang, he thought it was her growing anxious about Kurt's delayed reply. Being a little distracted with his perfect pancake recipe he answered it.

"Hold your horses San, I'm in the middle of making pancakes."

"San? Who is San? Who is this? Where's Blaine?" Kurt's face blanched as he looked down at the phone he was holding. There was a chip in the screen. The caller ID read DAD. Kurt gulped nervously and returned the phone to his ear.

"My apologies Mr Anderson." Kurt replied in an overly polite tone. Kurt didn't know what overcame him. From what Blaine had told him of his father last night, a rebellious fire growled within Kurt. Blaine shouldn't have to hide who he is from anyone, let alone his own father.

"Who might I be speaking to?"

"Kurt Hummel. I'm your son's boyfriend." It was at that moment that Blaine walked out of the bedroom, towel around his waist and his hair still wet. When he heard those words, his face dropped, and his heart filled with the unshakable sense of panic and betrayal.

"Kurt?" Blaine tried to keep his voice calm, but it was shaking. What was Kurt doing talking to his father? After everything Blaine had said last night, Kurt had done the exact opposite of Blaine's wishes. How could Kurt do this to him? Blaine's eyes began to well with tears. It wasn't Kurt's place to tell his father. Blaine felt like something important had been taken away from him. To tell his father about his boyfriend was a rite of passage and something that Blaine wanted to do when he was ready for it.

"It's your father." When Kurt saw Blaine's expression, he knew he had done something terrible. He handed Blaine his phone. Blaine's hand was shaking.

"Kurt." Blaine's voice shook. "Do you mind giving me some space for a moment?"

Kurt knew it meant please leave the apartment.

Kurt felt terribly guilty about what he had done. He was in tears when he arrived at the apartment. He was so glad to see Rachel on the other side of the door.

"Kurt what's wrong?" His friend wrapped him up in her arms.

"I did something really stupid and now Blaine is mad at me." Rachel sat them both on the couch.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" and Kurt did. Kurt explained how cautious Blaine was of his father, and the urge that had overcome him when he answered the phone. He explained the look of betrayal in Blaine's eyes and how he knew he had hurt the boy deeply.

"I'm sure he will forgive you." Rachel assured, rocking Kurt in a motherly embrace.

"Of course, he will. You could have dialled the ancient God Cthulhu on Blaine's phone and invited him over for dinner and Blaine would still forgive you." they turned around to find Santana sitting up in her pull-out couch. She had been listening the whole time. "Just call him up and apologise. You are such a drama queen, Kurt." Santana yawned and flopped back down into her pillows. With an encouraging look from Rachel, Kurt picked up his phone.

"Blaine?" The phone answered but Kurt could barely distinguish his name down the other end of the line. "Blaine, I am so sorry."

"I can't talk right now." Blaine's voice was choked. He was really hurt.

"Please, Blaine. Didn't we say we were going to be more open and honest with each other? I want to apologise, I don't know what came over me, but I understand how it's hurt you and-"

"Kurt stop!" Blaine almost screamed down the end of the phone. Kurt knew the sound of someone ugly crying down a phone line. Blaine wasn't holding anything back. An uneasy feeling settled in Kurt. There was something else going on.

"Blaine, what's going on?" in the background there was a voice, it sounded like someone calling over a speaker system. Kurt couldn't make out what it was saying.

"I can't. I, I have to go." The phone line cut out. Kurt looked to his friends with worry. They all knew something wasn't right.

Kurt gave Blaine space in the hope Blaine would call. He didn't. he wasn't home either. Kurt left an apology basket outside Blaine's door one morning. When he returned the next day to still see it in the same place Kurt's concerns only grew. He texted Blaine, wondering if anything had happened to him.

K: there's a small present outside your door. I am so sorry.

B: Thankyou

It was an immediate reply, at least he was alive. Kurt couldn't bare to go to school the next day or the day after, but he did so because he had to. Rachel basically dragged him out the door. Kurt grew snappy with Adam, who truly was only trying to help. Kurt talked with him about his problems, and, although they were technically boyfriend problems, and Adam was a little disappointed in this, he still did what any good friend would do, and buy Kurt a morning coffee to cheer him up. Kurt checked his phone over a dozen times a day, but when he tried to call the connection wouldn't run through. Had Blaine blocked his number? It didn't add up, Blaine couldn't be that mad at him, surely? There was an unshakable feeling of dread that something else was going on.

Unbeknown to Kurt, Santana and Rachel had their own means of uncovering the situation. It had been three days of Kurt moping around the house and checking his phone every three minutes and they were sick of it.

If anyone was going to get an answer for Kurt it was going to be the combined powers of Rachel's irritating persistence and Santana's truth-filled venom. Together, they marched into the club, dressed for the occasion; black leather and latex.

"Danni, we would like to speak to the club owner."

"Ah, I'm afraid I can't just let you walk in here and see whoever you want." Danni was very confused by the stoic expressions on the girls faces.

"It's about Blaine." Rachel explained.

"Is he alright? I haven't seen him in days. He hasn't answered any of my texts." Dannie spoke. Santana and Rachel gave each other a look. Kurt's intuition had been correct; there was something else going on.

"Is Blaine's father here tonight?"

"Ah, yes he is, but um-"

"Good. Tell him we are ready to see him."