You guys, I am so, so sorry! There is some problem with and it didn't let me publish anything yesterday or today morning! I posted it in the reviews earlier, but I don't think anyone noticed... Anyways, again, I'm terribly sorry. Here is your chapter.
Yay part VIII of You're Taking Over Me series!
Tonight part IX will be posted, and there will be smut! (*crowd cheers*) But it's not going to be what you think it is. (*crowd boos*)
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me
Wake Me
Kurt woke up again hours later, a fading dream chasing his mind. Something about an apology, then something he should be nervous about- but somehow he wasn't, because it was too much of a relief, in some twisted way.
He lifted his hand to rub the sleep off his eyes, but there was body-warm metal in it. He frowned at it suspiciously.
Why the hell did he sleep with his cell phone in his hand? Thinking about it, he didn't even remember falling asleep last night. He hoped Rachel didn't do anything stupid like trying to drag him to a club, like last time. Kurt didn't have a hangover, though, so he didn't really believe that might be the reason of his blurred out mind.
Groaning at the awful taste in his mouth, he sat up, then abandoned the phone on the nightstand and stretched his hands up as high as he could, he back popping.
He couldn't linger in bed today- another Monday, more endless work on his latest design for Isabelle. It was too hard, sometimes, trying to perfect the damned thing- he probably already went over it a hundred times.
He stood up and made his way to the bathroom in a daze, washing his face and brushing his teeth before stepping in the shower to indulge the little bit of hot water Rachel kindly left him.
Kurt's mind was filled with his To Do list for the day, starting off with some coffee, dammit-
Wait. Coffee.
Coffee as in 'coffee date'.
His dream. His dream that wasn't a dream.
Blaine texted him and said he was sorry and admitted that he wanted to kiss him and they had a coffee date and oh dear god.
What have I done?