Author's Note: Ask and you shall receive right? THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE REVIEWS! I seriously hate asking for them, but I just wanted to make sure everyone was liking the story. Only one more full chapter after this one, and then maybe a little epilogue. Yup, this is a short story. Enjoy :)

"BLAINE!" Wes yelled, stopping the Warblers in their tracks so they could all glare at the distracted soloist. "We're never going to get Teenage Dream done in time to present to the student body if you keep zoning out!"

"Sorry guys," Blaine said, rubbing the back of his head. Distracted is a great way to describe him. He's lucky to even get his homework done anymore, let alone study and keep his 4.0. His friends were concerned, to say the least, but Blaine didn't want to tell them about his weird dreams. They'd just think he was crazy, but he couldn't help it. He was falling head over heels for this fictional boy, as the dreams became more and more vivid. It was to the point where during the dreams he would be wearing his pajamas that he fell asleep in, which made Blaine actually make sure he didn't fall asleep in anything embarrassing, like his boxers or something. He regelled his hair before bed, making sure he looked good before even hitting the pillow. It was pathetic.

Tonight was a big night for him. He was going to tell Kurt he had feelings for him, which even though it felt like a big deal, wasn't really since Kurt doesn't exist. Blaine was still nervous, no matter how fictional Kurt was. How pathetic would it be to be rejected by a figment of your imagination?

"Alright, that's enough practice for today guys. Blaine, please work on your solo and come to practice ready to work tomorrow," Wes said, beating his gavel to dismiss the Warblers. Blaine grabbed his messenger bag and flew out of the room, up to his dorm room. He took a few deep breaths, knowing if he got to excited that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, and dug through his dresser for his best pajamas. He'd learned after all the time he's been visiting Kurt that if he goes to sleep at a normal person time, he never even gets close to him. However, if he goes to bed after Warblers practice (around 5 o clock) he gets plenty of time with him. Sure, he misses dinner, but it's worth it.

Blaine pulled out a pair of red and blue plaid pajamas from his dresser and threw them on, making sure they weren't too wrinkly. He gelled up his hair and closed his blinds and turned off his lights. With a click from his remote, his music started up again and he eased himself into bed, trying to relax. After an hour of lying there, he finally did.

Kurt was always drawing something when Blaine showed up. Today he was drawing ballerinas, and they were good. His drawing had greatly improved from all of the drawing they'd been doing. His ballerinas would've put Edgar Degas to shame.

"Hi Kurt," Blaine wrote, far away enough from Kurt's drawings to not mess them up. Kurt looked up, smiled, waved, and then scooted closer to the wall.

"You're here early," he wrote, looking Blaine up and down. "New pajamas?"

"No, I got them for Christmas last year. And am I early?" he asked, writing worse than usual.

"Only a little bit earlier. And I like them. They look nice," Kurt wrote, smiling sleepily. "Your hand writing sucks today. What's up with you?"

Blaine just grinned sheepishly, looking at his hands. "I just wish I was with you, even though I'm so nervous around you," he wrote on the glass. Kurt blushed.

"You are with me," he wrote, pressing his hand to the glass. Blaine pressed his hand against the glass as well, noticing how spider-like and long Kurt's fingers were compared to Blaine's stubby ones. Kurt pulled his hand away, looking down at the ground, but then his face lit up. He held up his finger, signaling 'one second' and reached into the pocket of the blue jacket he was wearing.

He pulled a note pad out of the jacket and placed it on the ground. Then he started drawing. It was a chibi picture of the two of them, holding hands. Kurt turned back to the glass and started writing. "For the past few weeks, all I've wanted to know is if you really do exist. I want you to take this piece of paper and stick it in your pocket. If you wake up tomorrow with it, tell me next time," he wrote quickly. Then he crumbled up the picture and tossed it over the glass.

It landed next to Blaine's foot, bouncing a few times. Blaine took the paper, uncrumpled it, folded it properly, and tucked it into his pocket. Kurt was already starting to fade away, but Blaine wouldn't let it. He had to say one more thing before he had to wake up again.

"I love you," he wrote messily. The last thing he saw in the dream was Kurt's bright red face and his hand going to write something. He never got to see what was written.

Blaine Anderson woke with a jolt from his dream, heart pounding from telling Kurt his feelings. He closed his eyes, basking in the feeling of love, when he heard something. He looked around, but then realized it was coming from him. He touched the breast pocket of his pajama shirt and pulled out a piece of paper that had been making crumple noises.

"No way," he said to himself, unfolding the paper. Sure enough, there on the paper was the chibi drawing Kurt had made. Blaine stared at it, not sure how to react. He was freaking out, but now he had proof. Kurt exists! He just needed to find a way to get to Lima.