~VioletCherry342~

Blaine let out a rough side, sounding as though he was ill and just getting over that cold, his honey eyes picking up and blinking at the room around him. Timidly, he burrowed closer to the chest he was lain against, his eyes closing again as he sighed out his content. He curled his knees up a little higher, clenching his fists gently and resting them in front of his stomach and face, and he felt the warmth of another hand rubbing the one near his face, forcing it to smooth out over the chest it laid on. The other hand gripping the blanket tighter around himself and the other body, and he sighed sleepily as the lighter, smaller hand traced circles on the back of his wrist.

And then Finn bumbled down the stairs and boomed, "Hey!" completely ruining Blaine's peace.

Kurt's hand didn't stop circling his wrist, but Blaine felt his chest rise and fall as a heavy sigh heaved out of it. "Morning, Finn."

"You need to wake him up and make yourself scarce," Finn stated. Blaine burrowed closer; he didn't want to be 'awake' yet. If he were awake, he couldn't snuggle with Kurt like this.. To be honest he wasn't sure he should be snuggling with this lithe boy at all. He couldn't tell you anything about him, not his middle name, not his favorite color, not his favorite animal, not his dreams in life..He didn't know it was Hugh, or that he thought it sounded ridiculous even if it was his mother's maiden name and Burt and she thought it would be sweet. He didn't know it was purple, or how adorable he thought penguins were, nor did he know about how Kurt used to recite his dreams of going to NYADA with Rachel, whilst keeping a relationship with Blaine, somehow, of course, because he went and crashed like a complete asshole and he didn't remember.

He felt the tears on his eyelashes before his brain clicked it together, that he did remember some tiny, minuscule, unimportant things about his boyfriend..ex? Whatever. Blaine had always believed, and stressed the issue with Kurt, that the littlest things in the relationship were always the best.

"Blaine, you're okay," Kurt whispered, and that's also when the smaller boy realized he had a death grip on his chest, and he forced himself to sigh and melt slowly, as to feign sleep, and he noticed Kurt's voice deepen (yes, Blaine couldn't believe it either) back to normal as the vice on his chest backed away. "Now, what Finn?"

"I said that Puck is coming over, and it is too hard to play video games when there are two people on the couch," Finn stated.

"Insensitive, much?"

"Kurt, pleeaassee," Finn moaned, and there was a thump as his knees hit the floor and he crawled over to his brother. Kurt looked at the wall and then back at Finn, giving him the up and down as if his actions were publicly humiliating. "Please, please, please, please, please!"

"Okay, okay, jeez!" Kurt replied, hugging Blaine a little tighter, protective.

"Oh, thank you!" Finn squawked, falling back in a position only to be pulled off by some ballerinas, his arms thrown out to the sides as if Kurt just gave him the secret of life. Kurt rolled his eyes and shook Blaine a little, barely enough to startle him awake, but just enough to make him grumble. He blinked, his eyes moving to look up at Kurt's glass-like ones, and he hid his face and yawned.

"Hey," Kurt whispered.

"Hi," Blaine said, nosing Kurt's chest before picking his head up again, eyes searching for a reason to be awoken.

"Finn's kicking us out," Kurt said. "We could go to my room and I'll let you sleep all the way to our date."

Blaine smiled, excitement fluttering in his chest, but he nodded; sleeping meant cuddling, and he liked cuddling with Kurt. "Okay.. Maybe a little longer.."

Kurt grinned, lifting him up and taking him downstairs, keeping an arm wrapped around his waist to help his wobbly feet stay still.

"Ow!" Came Finn's voice from behind, and Kurt giggled. "Hey..um...guys?...Hello? Kurt? Kurt! Help me get up! ... Oh, hell.. C'mon!"

Kurt giggled again, feigning obliviousness, and Blaine gave him a sweet smile. "Did you hear something?"

The black haired boy shook his head. "Nope.."

Kurt snickered with his boyfriend - friend? - and moved to the bed again. A little nap sounded..nice.

-xXx-

Blaine recognized the meadow from his previous nightmares, and immediately felt a pang of fear. He didn't want to be in that dark, damp place again; he'd been too terrified last night to have to undergo it again. The sky was currently clear, a beautiful shade of mid-afternoon, the sun peaking out from behind a tree and reflecting on the slowly rushing river. He ran his fingertips over the soft grass he was sitting on, just waiting for the shadows to come and overtake his happy place, when he saw something new.

It was white, basically, sitting by the lake, head bowed. Blaine's brow furrowed. It seemed brighter where he sat, no shadows looming, just..light. Was it a he? Blaine wasn't sure.

Guess he'd have to find out.

Seeing as he was only a few meters away, Blaine felt no need to stand. He just crawled up the other person and sat. He noticed, then, the boy had his shoes off and his feet hanging in the water. Blaine followed suit, looking at his face, but seeing nothing. It was almost as if, if he looked too hard, the person faded away. Why did dreams have to be so difficult?

"Hey," Blaine said shyly, deciding to stick with his peripheral vision in hope he could get a better look. He stared at his feet, watching the ones next to him fade into an almost translucent white dust, before reappearing.

"Hi," He...she...it...replied. It. It was an it, an angel-like person, that's what he would call it. He could barely pick up a voice; as soon as he spoke it was out of his mind. He couldn't remember, the moments the words faded from the vibrations.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked quietly. Maybe he should've asked who he was, or introduced himself, but this was only a dream, anyhow. He'd never seen anyone else in his place, and it made him curious.

"You brought me here," The angel replied simply, as if it were obvious.

"How?"

"You invited me, silly," It said playfully, a small chuckle falling past its lips.

Blaine was still lost, but he nodded, his lips parting slightly.

"You don't remember me," The angel said solemnly, "do you?"

"I don't know who you are," Blaine told him honestly.

The angel turned to look at him, his eyes - the only thing Blaine could really make out - were glazed over with tears. "I know."

"I'm sorry," He apologized, swallowing. "Who are you?"

The angel's gray eyes blinked. "You tell me."

And then it was over, and he was in Kurt's room again.

-xXx-

That little nap turned into a four hour snooze. Blaine woke up first, slipping out from under Kurt's arm, and he turned to look at the sleeping boy behind him. His hair was flat, well, not flat, but..bedhead. That's the word he was looking for. It was slightly tousled from the pillows, the spray he had numerous bottles of had gave way, letting it fall in front of his face. Blaine brushed the strand away, stroking Kurt's smooth forehead with the pad of his thumb, and he remembered..something..

-xXx-

"Hey!" Kurt squealed, hips bucking up as he giggled, trying to get Blaine off of him. "Blaine!"

Blaine, who was shorter but much stronger than his boyfriend, easily stayed atop him, tickling his sides. "Yeah?"

"Stop it!" Kurt demanded, thrashing violently. Blaine had to grip the headboard as to not be, quite literally, thrown off his squirming boyfriend.

"Whoa, there, baby," Blaine teased. "Don't break something."

"I'm gonna break your neck!" Kurt threatened without menace, playfully smacking his boyfriend's thigh, because it's all he could reach. "Off."

"No," Blaine replied, both hands shooting to just an inch above his rib cage, a particularly sensitive area for Kurt, who squeaked and continued to 'fight'. Blaine just laughed.

They were supposed to be studying. They had been studying, actually. Well, Kurt had. He'd been lying on stomach, knees bent so his feet dangled in the air, his chin rested on his palm as his eyes scampered back and forth on the page in his History book. And God, did he look cute when he was concentrating. Blaine leaned over and kissed his cheek before bending back over his book. Kurt's eyes lifted up and he stared at Blaine until the Warbler looked up through his lashes bashfully, and he winked. Blaine blushed.

"Focus," He then instructed, and Blaine felt the urge to drive him insane; in other words? Disobey.

"Ehh," He whined, falling back on the bed with a huff.

"Blaine," Kurt said, looking over his shoulder at his obviously bored-to-tears boyfriend. "Get up and finish."

"Don't wanna."

"Blaine Anderson Warbler," Kurt said. He always added 'Warbler', because, at the time, Blaine didn't tell him his middle name, again just to annoy him.

"Kurt Hugh Hummel," Blaine retorted, and Kurt scoffed.

"Meanie."

"Aw," Blaine said. Then there was a leg between Kurt's, and obvious pressure on his lower back, making the other boy startle. "Sorry, baby."

Kurt shivered when lips brushed the back of his neck, his eyes closing. "Mmm.. No."

"No, what?" Blaine asked in a purr against his ear, nipping at the lobe teasingly.

Kurt crossed his arms on the bed and laid his head down, turned to the side. "You are not getting any special treatment for being sweet to me, Mister."

Blaine pouted, shifting so he was straddling his lithe thighs.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"Punishing you." Blaine smirked.

Which is how they got here, Kurt pinned to his bed and squirming uncontrollably and Blaine tickling him with abandon. Obviously this was not going to end anytime soon, so Kurt pulled a card Blaine never liked to see.

"Ow!" He squeaked just after he cracked his hidden knuckles against the bed, forcing back giggles when Blaine's hands left a goosebumps under his arms.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked worriedly, jumping off Kurt quickly, moving to the side of him. "Baby? Are you okay?"

Kurt whimpered, using every fiber of his being to pull out his Actor Side, looking up at Blaine with shiny eyes. "I-I'm okay.."

"Oh, God," Blaine squeaked. "Kurt, what happened? Where does it hurt? I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry.."

He ran his fingers through Kurt's short hair, stroking his forehead with the pad of his thumb. Kurt waited a moment, before he smirked and sat up. "Nothing, I'm fine."

Blaine's jaw dropped. "Kurt!"

Kurt giggled.

Blaine pouted. "Don't do that to me!"

Kurt frowned at the utter hurt on his face and kissed his pouted lips. "I'm sorry.." He said. When Blaine didn't reply, Kurt brushed his nose against Blaine's. "Why don't I make it up to you?"

Blaine failed to hide a little smile. "Fine.." He whispered, pressing his lips against Kurt's...With that, everything was forgiven, and studying was long forgotten.

-xXx-

Blaine's head tilted to the side as he watched Kurt's chest rise and fall with each passing moment, how smooth the movements were, how peacefully bliss-ed out he was. He smiled slowly, before carefully crawling off the bed. He had a date, and he needed to get ready.

Yipee, long chapter. Heehee Getting better, getting better.. :P
So! Glee does come back this Tuesday, yes? Please? I'm losing it :( I miss my boys...