AN: I gave ya some Furt yesterday so today it's some Klaine. Set during Season 3 while at Nationals. I took some liberties on the room assingments but given their relationalship status I split Santana and Brit and Blaine and Kurt up for rooming assignments. Inspired by lyrics from "Don't Wake Me" by Skillet.
"Is he still asleep?"
"I think so. Only sound he's made all morning is some mumbling."
"He hasn't moved since he put that pillow over his head. You don't think he suffocated do you?"
"Relax, Brittany. A pillow over his head is quite normal for Kurt," I heard Blaine said, which didn't quite match up with the vision I had of him. A pillow should not be involved in swimming at night.
"Hey Sleepyhead, wake up," I heard him say softly.
"I don't want to," I mumbled, grasping at the pillow that someone was trying to take away from me.
"We've got a National title to win, and we can't do it with you still in this hotel bed."
"I'm not in bed, I'm swimming," I mumble even as I lose the fight for the pillow.
"I hope you're not swimming with anyone else but me," Blaine whispered in my ear, his breath warm on my skin.
"Why do you think I don't want to wake up?"
"If you wake up we can enjoy each other's company for real," Blaine said before pressing a kiss to my temple.
Reluctantly I open my eyes, leaving my dreamworld completely behind me to find myself in the hotel room I'm sharing with Quinn and Santana.
"It's like Sleeping Beauty, the princess awakens with a kiss," Santana comments sarcastically.
"I think it's sweet," Quinn replies.
Snatching the pillow back from Blaine, I hide my head under it once again. This time it isn't the sounds or the lights I'm trying to block out but the smirking faces of my two roommates and Brittany.