Ain't it funny how love can make you fly.
Kurt awoke from a wonderful dream, one where there were wedding bells and tears of joy and a small, curly-haired boy in a tuxedo with a ring on his finger. He just had to tell Blaine. He looked at his phone at the time – it was 3:23 AM. He sighed and then rolled over to try to get back to sleep, but it was no use. He tapped Blaine on the shoulder. "Blaine," he whispered.
Blaine gave no response.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered again.
This time, Blaine rolled over to the other side of the bed.
Kurt rolled his eyes, whispered, "I'm sorry," and slapped Blaine in the arm a little harder than he intended to.
Blaine shot right up. "What's going on?" he asked groggily.
"I just had the best dream!" Kurt said.
Blaine glared at him. "I'm going back to sleep," he mumbled, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.
Kurt ignored him. "We were getting married! My dad and your entire family were there and it was so beautiful!" Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "That's nice," he said. He was lingering somewhere between consciousness and sleep.
"Do you remember when we tried to start planning our wedding?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, and that's when we decided we were going to wait until after we both graduated from college," Blaine said. His words were becoming less and less distinguishable.
"But its fun to think about it," Kurt said.
"Yes, during the day it's fun," Blaine mumbled. The conversation continued like this for quite some time.
In the morning, they were both exhausted, but at least Kurt was happy he told Blaine about his dream.