Kurt was in the most comfortable bed that ever existed. It smelled like flowers and the blankets tickled his face like flower petals. It wasn't a bed, it was a field of flowers. There was a faint sound of bees buzzing nearby, but not close enough to be afraid of getting stung. He suddenly felt a presence near him, but it wasn't threatening. It was loving and sweet. He wanted it to stay forever, but sadly, he felt it leave after a few moments. It then got very dark, like it was going to rain, and then the skies opened up, pouring ice cold water on him. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start, waking from his wonderful dream. Blaine was standing at the foot of his bed, holding an empty cup and laughing. "Blaine, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked rubbing his eyes and then looking down at his soaking wet bed and clothing.
"It's noon. We were supposed to hang out at noon today," Blaine replied.
"You couldn't have woken me the normal way?" Kurt asked.
"I tried. I called your name and shook your shoulder for five minutes. You know, you sleep like you're dead," Blaine replied. Kurt turned to look at his alarm clock, noticing the alarm was set for 11 PM, not AM.
"Ugh, I'm sorry. Let me get dressed," Kurt said. He attempted to stretch his neck, but it wouldn't move in one direction.
"You alright?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I think I slept weird. My neck is stiff," Kurt said, rubbing his neck. Blaine gave him sympathetic eyes and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Here, let me help you," Blaine said, letting Kurt lean on him. Blaine started gently massaging Kurt's stiff neck, placing gentile little kisses where is fingers had been. Kurt sighed happily.
"This is way better than the flowers," Kurt whispered to himself.
"What's that?" Blaine asked, still massaging Kurt's neck.
"Um, nothing," Kurt replied, leaning deeper into Blaine. Kurt never got dressed for the day. Instead, the boys laid peacefully in Kurt's bed, drifting in and out of short naps, and talking about nothing really.