Kurt woke with a start, covered in sweat. Who was that in his dream? Did he really just have one of those dreams? He sat in bed, trying to remember the details but everything was too fuzzy. He shrugged it off. It couldn't have been too good if he couldn't even remember it. He got up to get dressed. Kurt must have been really tired because when he was removing his PJs, he felt a phantom pair of hands pulling off his clothes instead of his own hands. Kurt shook his head to wake up more as he got ready for school.

8:30am

Pre-calculus. Kurt's least favorite class. His mind wandered. He felt the phantom hands again. This time they caressed his, the touch felt so real. Kurt rubbed his face to make sure it wasn't. 'This class is boring,' Kurt told himself, 'I'm just day dreaming!' He tried to stay as alert as possible for the remainder of the class.

12:07pm

Kurt was sitting at his usual lunch table with Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana. He didn't know why Santana sat with them, but he assumed it was because he and 'Cedes were the closest thing to Cheerios with this lunch period. Then it happened again. Only this time it was more than the Phantom Hands. He felt an invisible pair of lips press lightly to his. Kurt brought his fingers up to his lips. His bottom lip was still warm and vibrating from the ghostly kiss.
"Yo! Dolphin!" The pet name that always sounded sweet when Brit said it, sounded almost insulting coming from Santana. "Are you ok? You hella red! Looks like someone just violated your little virgin ass or something!"
"What! No! I'm just daydreaming about Broadway. Guess I blush when I'm happy too. One of the downsides of being so pale." His lie seemed to satisfy them, since they dropped the subject. Kurt had no idea what his psyche was doing to him. He wasn't tired anymore and everything felt so real. If he believed in ghosts, he'd have the Ghostbusters on the phone faster than you could say Poltergeist.

2:30pm

It was time for Glee Club. Finally something to keep Kurt's mind focused! But Mr. Schuester decided that it was a lecturing day and Kurt's focus wavered. This time the Phantom Hands were on his hips and the Phantom Lips were on his neck. There was a tingling in his lap as the Lips kissed their way along Kurt's collar. He bit his tongue to refrain from an audible reaction.
"Mr. Shue! I feel sick. I have to go!" Kurt yelled as he grabbed his book bag and raced out of the room. The Phantom Hands stayed with him as he moved. The Lips on his neck had found that very sensitive spot behind his ear, and sucked gingerly there. He made it to the bathroom stall before an inevitable moan escaped his lips. Then, the touch was gone. Kurt just stood there, in the bathroom, half-hard from a subconscious lover.

4:00pm

This was a strange day indeed. Kurt lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. What was going on? He was a little afraid to know the answer. It was then when the Phantom Hands returned. Kurt was home. Finn was out with Puck and Sam playing Frisbee golf, Carole was visiting her parents, and his dad was at the shop for the next few hours. This time he was going to embrace the touch. 'Why the hell not?' he asked himself. Kurt removed his clothes, The Hands helped him, he lay back down, and he closed his eyes. The Hands seemed to like the new exposed skin, as it explored every inch. The Phantom Lips found his neck once again, sucking and biting their way down his porcelain skin. The Hands gently massaged their way up his inner thighs until they reached the joint of pelvis and leg. Kurt shivered at the touch. He was now fully erect as The Lips made their way down his chest and stomach. Kurt could feel the hot breath on his skin. He felt one of The Hands wrap around his erection and slowly stroke him. Kurt moaned as he rolled his hips in rhythm. He then felt a hot breath on the head of his cock.
Kurt swears he can actually feel a hot, wet tongue trace the underside of his dick. He can feel The Lips lower themselves down his shaft. He can feel the suction of the ghostly filacio. Kurt can't help but moan with pleasure.
"SHIT! Fuck yes!" His hips buck uncontrollably. Kurt knows he's close. He feels one of The Hands massage his balls as his orgasm begins to erupt.
All of a sudden, a loud noise went off in Kurt's head. It was unbearable and distracting. It was getting louder. Kurt felt himself being pulled back. The room went dark. The Hands and The Lips were gone. Kurt sat up abruptly. His vision was blurry and his alarm clock was blaring. He looked at the time.

7:00am

"It was a fucking dream?" Kurt stared into the abyss of the dark bedroom while he tried to process what happened. He dreamed a whole day? 'At least I know I'm not crazy person with a ghost pleasuring me all day' he thought. Kurt was disappointed, though. What happened felt amazing and while stuck in McKinley, or just being in Lima, chances are he won't ever find someone to make him feel that way. With a sigh, Kurt got up and ready for a very lonely day of school.
Or so he thought…