Blaine listened intently as his Astronomy teacher, Mr. Snowflake, babbled on about the first men in space. Okay, not so intently. He and Kurt had spent half of the night on Skype talking about the newest edition of Vogue. "Yuri Gagarin was the first man to travel outside of earth," Mr. Snowflake droned. Blaine struggled to keep his eyes open. Soon, his head slipped onto his desk and he was at peace. He was suddenly zooming around in space, a strong pair of arms around his waist. He turned and saw Kurt.
"Isn't this fun?" Kurt asked. "I still don't understand where you got a spaceship."
"Internet," Blaine replied.
"I see…" Kurt replied. They flew around outer space, exploring the planets and stars. "Hey Blaine, if we are up in space and there is no oxygen, how are we still alive?" Kurt asked.
"Oh my God…you're right!" Blaine yelled. He began to panic. It was his rocket ship and he had to be responsible!
"Mr. Anderson!" That was funny, Kurt never called him Mr. Anderson (unless he wanted him to). "Mr. Anderson!" Blaine suddenly snapped awake. His whole Astronomy class was staring at him and he felt his cheeks turning bright red. "Care to tell me what I just said?" Mr. Snowflake asked.
"Um, not really, sir…" Blaine replied. The class laughed and Mr. Snowflake rolled his eyes.
"This is Astronomy, Mr. Anderson, not nap time," Mr. Snowflake said. Blaine blushed again and stared down at the page in his notebook, which was not occupied by anything other than a small drool spot. Mr. Snowman turned back around and began speaking again. Blaine whipped out his phone, made a sad face for the camera, and took a Snap Chat picture for Kurt. All the caption read was Fell asleep in class because you kept me awake last night by running through my dreams ;-).