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Blaine sat in class, doodling all over his Government notes. Ever since that dream he'd had last week, he couldn't concentrate. All week he'd been excited to go to bed, teased by his dreams by being in that same world with the blue and the fireflies, and seeing the glass wall and the outline of Kurt, but then being woken up before he can get close enough. It was driving him crazy.

He wanted to ask Kurt for drawing lessons next time, so he could draw a little better. Even now as he sat in class, trying to draw Kurt, he can't get it to look right. It looks like a 5 year old drew it.

"Mr. Anderson, are you taking your notes through drawing?" Mr. Jackson, the Government teacher asked, calling Blaine out. Blaine stopped doodling and started trying to pay attention. That's how he spent the rest of the day, trying to pay attention. Even in Warblers practice he was out of it, hopping when he should've been stepping and snapping when he should've been clapping.

"Blaine, you need to get your head in the game," Wes said to Blaine at the end of practice. "I don't know what's distracting you, but you need to leave it at the door when you come into practice." Blaine just nodded and hurried up to his room, trying to recreate everything he did the first time he'd had the dream, throwing his blazer and tie on the same chair, turning on the same cd. He rested his head in his pillow, not thinking about the copious amounts of homework he had, and drifted off.

Once he was in the blue world of fireflies, he didn't hesitate to run over to the glass wall. There was Kurt, drawing butterflies on the wall. Blaine ran over, not able to stop in time because of his sneakers, and having to stop himself against the glass. Kurt looked up from his butterflies and smiled.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Kurt wrote near his butterflies. For the first time, Blaine took note of what Kurt was wearing. Light colored khakis and a white button up shirt. No shoes. Blaine was wearing his school slacks and his white button up shirt, but his shoes that he wears at home and over the summer.

Blaine sat down next to the glass, smiling at Kurt as he colored in parts of the butterflies.

"I haven't been able to make it to you for the past week for some reason," Blaine wrote, drawing spiraled antennae for the butterflies. "Can you teach me how to draw?"

"Teach you? I'm not a very good teacher," Kurt said with a smile. "I think your drawings are lovely."

"You like stick figures?" Blaine wrote, chuckling to himself, listening to it echo through the empty space. Kurt smiled and nodded. They stared at each other for a moment, wanting to remember the moment before both of them woke up.

"Tell me about you," Kurt wrote. "I want to know everything."

Blaine smiled, stood up, and started illustrating his past, present, and future goals. "I come from a wealthy family, only child of course. My dad is some big shot CEO and my mom is a lawyer. I go to a fancy dancy private school with a zero tolerance policy towards bullying after I got bullied out of my old school," Blaine started, drawing a little family portrait and a picture of bullies at his old school and nice people at his new one.

"Why would you get bullied?" Kurt wrote, staring at the mean bullies.

"I'm gay," he wrote back, drawing a rainbow with him sitting on it, his hand making a peace sign. Kurt smiled and drew himself on the rainbow too.

"Me too," Kurt wrote, smiling. Blaine could feel a blush creep onto his face, but instantly stopped himself. He would NOT let himself fall in love with some fictional person in his dreams. No way.

"Um, as for present, I'm a junior in high school, and I plan to be a geneticist when I grow up," Blaine wrote quickly, adding a few drawings but nothing crazy. Kurt smiled, nodding in approval. "How about you?"

"I have my dad. My mom passed away when I was a kid. I go to school at a public school where bullying runs the school and no one really cares. I'm also a junior, and when I grow up I want to be on Broadway," he wrote, drawing him and his dad, him and him standing on a stage.

"You sing?" Blaine wrote, drawing a melody on the glass. Kurt's face lit up even more.

"Uh huh. You do too?" he scribbled. Blaine nodded. Kurt jumped up and down, probably squealing but Blaine couldn't tell. "Let me guess, you also love Disney movies?"

"Uh yea!" Blaine wrote, just staring at this boy like he was sent from heaven or something. 'Well duh! He's fictional,' He reminded himself. "What's your favorite?"

"I hate to sound cliché, but Cinderella," Kurt wrote, drawing Cinderella in her ball gown standing next to a pumpkin carriage and with mice at her feet. "You?"

"The Little Mermaid," Blaine wrote, attempting to draw a mermaid next to it, but it ended up looking more like a sadly misshapen person. Kurt laughed, scribbling it out for Blaine and drawing a much better Ariel, with her facial features and everything, next to Blaine's writing.

Kurt sat back down, staring at all the words they'd written and pictures they'd drawn, a satisfied look painted across his face as he started fading away. Blaine knew the dream was coming to an end, which he'd dreaded, but knew would happen eventually. He could only be with this perfect boy in his dreams, and he'd just have to come to terms with that.