“Six oclock already

I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I cant be late
Cause then I guess I just wont get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
Its just another manic Monday”

Kurt woke up, thinking the radio was on the oldies station again and it was turned up awfully loud. He turned over, finding it hard to open his eyes. When he did, he realized it wasnt the radio. It was Blaine. He was sitting on his bed, putting on pink socks that sported yellow and green polka dots. He was wearing his Dalton uniform, all except the blazer and tie – but polka dot socks?

“Hey, Kurt. Did I wake you?” Blaine asked just as Kurts alarm went off.

“I was getting up anyway. Love the socks, Blaine,” he said, not sure if he actually did or if it was sarcastic. Looking at Blaines face he decided it was the former. He smiled back.

“Thanks. Im done in the bathroom if you want a shower,” Blaine said, walking over to the closet to get a tie from the rack. He tied it around his neck in a fancy knot.

“I will take you up on that offer. I dont know why Im so tired today,” Kurt said, getting up and taking his clean clothes into the bathroom with him. That way the shirt would steam out any wrinkles that Kurts iron didnt find and he could get dressed in private.

“I was going out to the kiosk for coffee – can I get you a cup of herbal tea?” Blaine asked.

“That is the best offer Ive had all day, Blaine. Yes, thank you,” he kidded. Blaine laughed.

“Ill be right back,” and left for the kiosk across from campus.

Kurt got into the shower, anxious to take care of his morning wood before Blaine got back. The last few times he had come out of the bathroom, Blaine had looked at him...suspiciously? Well, maybe it was all in Kurts guilty head, however - he was determined to stop making those noises. But he was so weak in the mornings, having nine times out of ten just been dreaming of Blaines naked body. He wished he could actually see Blaines naked body, just once, but that was unlikely.

At first he was ashamed to use his innocent friend as material to get himself off, but it just...it worked better than anything and his orgasms were deeper, longer...better. He could only imagine how they would feel if it were Blaines hand on his erection right now. Damn, that was all it took - just a random thought about Blaine and his gorgeous body and Kurt was stiff and hard as a block of marble. He washed his hair, determined not to touch himself until he was done washing, then if there was time....

He got to his chest, washing with his trade-mark soap: sage and carnation, when he brushed over a nipple and suddenly just could not wait another minute. His soapy hand reached for his throbbing cock and stroked with determination to get it done before Blaine got back. He was just at the edge, that amazing feeling just before it peaked, that point where the anticipation might even be better than the climax itself. The time when all of his muscles were strung tight, his toes curling and heart pounding, his breath held for so long in his lungs that he was lightheaded, and when he let go, the warmth filling him as the lights flickered behind his eyelids, his essence spurting and spilling out and he let out a moan so deep that no one would ever believe it came from his throat.

Just as Kurt hit that edge, Blaine had breezed back in, the tray of cardboard cups in his hand. He heard the moan – louder than he had ever heard it before. So loud and primal that his knees got weak and wobbly and he had to rush to set the cups on the bedside table so he wouldnt spill them as his cock stood at attention, seeking some sort of relief. Usually Blaine could suppress this reaction, telling himself that Kurt was just working off some tension. But what Kurt had moaned out this time was so loud that Blaine could not have mistaken the words for anything else, he was shocked into some sort of frozen state. Every muscle and bone in his body was alert, and that muscle in his pants was the most alert of them all.

Turning quickly to leave the room so as not to let Kurt know he was there and overheard his erotic noises, Blaine caught his jacket on the edge of the cardboard tray from the kiosk and upended the hot coffee and tea all over Kurts unmade bed. It was all over the Egyptian cotton sheets, soaking into the mattress and Blaine said a very bad word. He left the room in search of the janitors closet to get a mop and things to clean it up.

Kurt had been too far gone in his dreamworld to hear Blaine enter the room. He was indulging himself in his favorite fantasy, Blaine naked and Kurt on his knees in front of him, reaching up to take that thick, long....what was that? A squeak came unbidden from Kurts throat, ruining the fantasy as he looked down to his now partially limp cock and realizing that Blaine was back in the room. He had no idea when hed gotten back or how much he heard, but he realized what he heard was not meant for his ears. Especially when what Kurt heard from Blaine was a forceful swear word.

Blaine didnt swear often, although over the past few weeks Kurt had discovered that his roommate could, and occasionally did, swear in at least four languages. This time must have been bad because he heard Blaine say things in German that were not anatomically possible. Kurt turned off the shower and got out, wrapping one towel around his waist and one over his shoulders before entering the room.

What met his eye wasnt his irate Aussie-Italian roommate, but an empty room and two large drink glasses with their contents spilled across Kurts bed. Kurt rushed back in the bathroom, grabbing several of the thick Turkish towels and tried to blot up the liquid that was soaking into his mattress. He may have said a few words in French that even Blaine hadnt imagined.

Down the hall in the janitors closet, Blaine couldnt help but have Kurt on his mind. When he heard his roommate moaning, he knew what he was doing in the shower – he did it often enough, after all. Did Kurt think that Blaine couldnt hear him? No, he thought Blaine was out getting the drinks. Kurt probably didnt know Blaine was back. But with the loud moaning, he heard exactly what Kurt had groaned: “Ohhhh...fuck me, Blaine, PLeaseeee”.

Blaine shook his head, knowing he wasnt meant to hear that. Did Kurt know now that Blaine had heard him? He was ready to panic – and to make it worse, he was so hard it hurt. Really hurt. His cock was straining against his briefs, balls tight and needy, his heart throbbing in his chest, his vision when he closed his eyes was full of scenes of Kurt in a beautiful state of undress...

Blaine looked around, seeing the sink in the corner and the lock on the door. Quickly he unzipped his Dalton trousers and, flipped the lock on the door. He stood near the sink, a clean towel in his hand, and began to stroke himself. It was desperate as he thought of the coffee soaking into Kurts bed, but Blaine couldnt go back to the room in this state. He closed his eyes and concentrated on a vision of Kurt, with his pale skin and hard muscles...those ocean-blue eyes sparkling, his soft hands …. Blaine had held his hand a lot and knew how soft they were. If those hands were to touch him, stroke him...and Blaine was there, now taking his time to give this last bit the attention it deserved, coming with the heat breaking out sweat on his forehead as he daydreamed of having Kurt touching him.

The orgasm did not last long enough, not nearly long enough – but Blaine cleaned up and tucked himself back in the uniform trousers. He grabbed towels and a mop bucket and by the time he got back to the dorm room, Kurt had on briefs and a t-shirt and was in the act of mopping the coffee and tea off of his mattress. He jerked his head up, staring at Blaine, but he didnt say a word.

Blaine thought he might be angry, but that wasnt the case. He started to tell Kurt what happened, but Kurt interrupted him.

“Are you okay? Did you trip on the rug?” Kurt asked, looking genuinely worried. “Have you been getting light-headed again?”

“No...I was setting the tray down on the table and my jacket got caught, I spilled it on your bed and went to get cleaning supplies....” Blaine said, mopping the floor where the hot liquids were dripping from the mattress.

“Dont worry – it could happen to anyone, Blaine. We can just clean this up...” Kurt said. “I have a fan – lets put the mattress on its side and then put the fan blowing towards it? That could dry it enough to sleep on tonight. Now, we need to get to class. I dont need Miss Speyer to scold us in front of the class again,” Kurt said, glaring at Blaine who blushed. They had been late last Monday when Blaine took too long at breakfast.

Blaine quickly set the mattress on its side and set the fan to blow on it while Kurt got dressed. They made it to their History class with three minutes to spare.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

After morning classes, Blaine and Kurt hurried back to their dorm room. The mattress was still soaked. Blaine hung his head, feeling terrible. As they made their way back to the classroom building for Advanced Conversational French, Blaine excused himself and walked around the corner of the building. He found a shady spot on a bench and, looking around to be sure he wasnt observed, he placed a phone call.

“Yes, deliver it to the dormitory building. I am in room 206. I need the old mattress removed, too. Yes.”

“...”

“Then when can it be delivered? No, I am in class until three tomorrow. Well, okay...then Saturday?”

“...”

“Ten is fine. Ill be here. Have them call me and Ill come down and let them into the building. Okay. Thank you, sir.”

“...”

“On my Mastercard. Ill sign when it is delivered. Goodbye.”

Blaine let out a sigh. This was not a good day. He could fix what he had done, but they werent going to deliver the new mattress until Saturday since he was in class all day. Well, he shrugged. It was the best he could do. He stood up, brushed off his slacks and jogged to the classroom building and sprinted down the hall just before the bell rang.

He slid into his seat beside Kurt in the back row and got out his French notebook. Kurt gave him a quizzical look, but Blaine just shrugged.

When the teacher was explaining the current assignment Blaine leaned over a bit and whispered, “Im sorry,” to Kurt. He really did feel awful about it.

Kurt saw the sad look on Blaines face and it broke his heart. He reached under the desk and took Blaines hand, giving it a squeeze. He smiled at his friend and finally Blaine smiled back.

After classes were over, the boys walked back to the dorm. The mattress was still drenched, and the sheets were soaking in the bathtub. Blaine got his laundry basket out and wrung out the sheet as much as possible. He had thrown the sheet in there, added an enzyme pre-treat and hoped for the best.

“Im headed for the laundry room, Kurt, Ill be back in a while,” he called as he left the room. He was lucky the coffee had not landed on the upper bedclothes, so he only had the bottom sheet to clean. He went into the laundry and sat with a book, waiting and hoping the sheet was salvageable. Hes been sitting on the uncomfortable bench, absorbed in the book when something warm settled up against him. He glanced over and smiled at Kurt.

“Hey, I came to keep you company. I dont want you to worry, I can just put the mattress back on the bed tonight – Ill just put the wet side down,” Kurt said.

“No, it will get mildew, and you cant get rid of that stink. No, it was all my fault, I was so clumsy. I will give you my bed and Ill borrow that air mattress from Nick. I think that will work fine,” he said.

“Okay, lets compromise? I can sleep in your bed with you. We did it that weekend at my dads house. Would you be comfortable with that?”

“Ah...sure, Kurt. That would be fine,” Blaine agreed. He knew he should borrow the air mattress, but the truth was that he had liked sleeping next to Kurt. The boy was warm and snuggling next to him just felt good. He gave Kurt a warm smile and they went to see how the sheet came out.

An hour later, Blaine was folding the newly cleaned sheet. He was amazed that it had come clean after sitting all day, but he wasnt looking a gift horse in the mouth. Kurt was happy, so he was, too.

They went to supper in the dining hall, He had the chicken soup and Kurt had the salad. Both of them much preferred to have their largest meal at noon and then a lighter supper. They returned to the dorm and worked on homework together, then went over a few songs they wanted to suggest to The Warblers for sectionals. Both were in a good mood by evening. After their nighttime routines of brushing their teeth, getting water to set beside the bed, getting pajamas on, they were ready for bed.

“Which side?” Blaine asked. Unlike Kurts kqueen-sized bed in Lima, this was a smaller full size bed. He was a little worried about the fact that he tended to sprawl all over the bed, but Kurt knew that, so he tried to rein in his nerves.

“Ill take the side next to the wall,” Kurt offered. He didnt want to be pushed out of bed by the octopus he knew Blaine turned into when he slept.

“Goodnight,” Blaine said, hugging Kurt and kissing his cheek.

“Sweet dreams,” Kurt countered, smiling at Blaine. He turned his face to the wall and fell almost immediately asleep.

Both boys slept soundly until about three. Kurt had to get up, he had to piss badly, so he climbed off the bottom of the bed and left to the restroom. Coming back, he saw that Blaine had spread himself all over the whole bed. Kurt tickled his side, making the sleeping boy curl up like a snail. Kurt got back in bed, smiling to himself at his brilliant idea. He was just dozing off when Blaine turned towards him and grabbed him around the waist. He tugged Kurt until he was pasted against his chest, then sighed and stopped moving, seeming to be content with Kurt in his grasp.

Kurt was fine with this. The covers were twisted and he had no hope of recovering them without waking Blaine. So he snuggled back into Blaines embrace and fell asleep, feeling warm and safe.

They woke up in the morning to a funny smell, like ozone and stale smoke. Kurt blinked and sat up quickly, recognizing something wasnt right. He looked over at the fan still turning, but slower, in front of the mattress. He jumped out of bed – a real accomplishment given that Blaine was tangled up with him – and pulled the plug from the wall, then sprinted to open the bank of windows in the room. Lucky for them, the mattress was not hot enough to catch fire, but the fan was toasted. Kurt took it as soon as it was cool enough to touch, put on his robe and slippers and took it to the dumpster in back of the dorm. Was he ever going to catch a break?

Back in his room, and they took turns with their morning routine and got ready for class. This was going to be a long week. By Wednesday night, Kurt was realizing that his mattress was not going to recover. It now smelled like coffee, herbal tea, and mildew. Even turning it over did not help. Wednesday evening he and Blaine pushed it out to the dumpster. Blaine called the administration office to let them know what happened. He got done on the phone and turned to Kurt.

“I am so sorry about all of this. I called the furniture store on Monday and ordered a new mattress, but they cant deliver it until Saturday because Im in class all day. I wish I could wave a magic wand and fix it, but that is all I could think of to do,” Blaine said, his face so sad.

Kurt had a naughty thought about Blaines magic wand, but wisely kept it to himself and was able to return his expression to a neutral one before Blaine noticed.

“Blaine, you didnt need to do that. I have renters insurance, they will pay for it,” he said. “But Im glad to hear the new one is on the way. I dont think you are very comfortable with me in your bed every night,” Kurt confessed.

“Oh, Kurt...I dont mind at all. You are warm and I like cuddling with you. You can sleep in my bed any time you like,” Blaine smiled. Then he gave Kurt a dirty leer and Kurt broke out laughing. He thought how much fun he was having with Blaine when even a bad thing turned out to be not that bad, plus they were laughing and giggling over it. He was grateful for the new mattress, but something inside him longed to be able to sleep cuddled with Blaine every night.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

Sleeping in the same bed with Blaine in such close quarters made Kurts little problem into a big problem. Now his dreams were always about Blaine, in various stages of undress and desirability. He woke up several times each night with an erection that stubbornly refused to relax and he ended up in the bathroom in the middle of the night taking care of himself with ever diminishing satisfaction.

Kurt knew it was a double-edged sword. In spite of how many times he told himself he would not get aroused by a boy that was just a friend – he always did. They started out the evening in separate places, but by the time Kurt was woke up with lusty-loins (as his old friend Mercedes used to call it), Blaine had trapped him in his embrace. Lucky it was nice and cool in the dorm room because it would be ten times worse if Kurt was sweating.

Several times Kurt had decided to talk to Blaine about his lecherous sleeping behavior, but backed off each time because if the truth were known, Kurt loved it. He felt so safe and loved to have Blaine holding him. In his heart of hearts, he didnt want it to end.

It was Friday afternoon and Kurt was gathering a few things to take home – his laundry, a recipe he tore out of a newspaper on how to make beef stroganoff with more heart-friendly ingredients, and a book he was reading for English Literature class. He was dawdling and he knew it. From the glances in his direction from Blaine, he wasnt the only one who noticed he was taking his time with this.

“Is everything okay, Kurt?” Blaine asked. “You seem down.”

“No. Well, yes in a sense. We have spent every day together since you arrived and now were spending the whole weekend apart. I guess Ill just miss you,” Kurt confessed, blushing faintly as he looked at Blaine from under his lashes.

“I understand, I do. All those days so close, then to be separated. Its probably for the best, however. We should not be so dependent upon each other. We can have a few days to pursue other things, maybe? I think well be all right,” Blaine said, but Kurt didnt believe that for one minute. He could see in Blaines eyes that he didnt believe it, either. Kurt just nodded. He left to have Friday Night Supper with his dad.

The next morning, just before ten, the furniture delivery man called to tell Blaine he was on campus. Blaine asked him to drive over to the dorms and he would meet him in the parking lot. He went to let the delivery man in and fifteen minutes later found the new mattress in place and Blaine putting a set of brand new, freshly washed, Dior gray Egyptian cotton 8oo thread-count sheets on the plush new mattress. Then came the soft, warm cotton blanket in white and topped with a matelassé bedspread in dusky blue-gray. Blaine knew Kurt hated puffy comforters stuffed in sub-standard duvet covers, in spite of their current popularity.

Blaine went to Kurts closet and found the quilt that Kurts grandmother made for him their last Christmas together. It was, as Kurt had explained, an album quilt, with each square a different pattern but the colors of the quilt were done in ocean blues, sage greens, and soft grays with a twinkle of gold here and there. Blaine knew she had made it with Kurts eye color in mind. He smiled to himself, hoping Kurt would like the new bedcoverings. He was sad that the sleeping arrangements would go back to one per bed, but he couldnt do anything about that.

Just as he finished, there was a knock at his door and he opened it, staring at the newcomer. Blaine leaped forward into the mans arms shouting, “Oh, my god, Ive missed you!” and covering his face with kisses.

~ ~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~ ~

It was only Saturday evening and Kurt was restless, pacing back and forth in the kitchen then trying to sit quietly with a book on the back patio, and finally going back to the kitchen to bake something.

“Kurt, if youre that nervous, why dont you go back to Dalton? You look like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs,” Burt said with a fake Irish lilt.

Kurt laughed at his father using one of his grandmothers favorite phrases.

“No, I came to see you, Dad. Im sorry, I guess my mind is on other things right now,” Kurt confessed. He knew he wasnt being good company and he felt badly about it. His dad was the most important person in the world to him.

“Is it a big test coming up? Or a term paper due already?” Burt asked, knowing that schoolwork would never get his son this wired up. Kurt did school work the minute he got home from school and Burt doubted it had changed just because he was now attending Dalton.

“No, nothing like that,” Kurt said, reaching over to put his hand on his dads for a moment.

“What about this new singing group? The Warblers? Something up with them? Have you tried out for a solo yet?”

“Yeah, I did. I sang Dont Cry For Me, Argentina, but I didnt get picked. They were very encouraging, but some of the guys had tried out six or more times before they got a solo, and then it was never for a show competition,” Kurt sighed. He loved being a Warbler, but the lack of opportunities was disheartening.

“Listen, Kurt. I know youre missing your new friend. Blaine is a great kid, I like him a lot. He comes from a good family. I think he is what youre missing, isnt he?” Burt asked, a little bittersweet because he knew that although he wasnt losing Kurt, the boys interests were headed towards the eventual separation. Kurt was going to New York next year, and Burt couldnt follow him there. He sighed, but having Kurt moping around or pacing in nervous circles wasnt helping either of them.

“Its too late to drive back to school tonight...” Burt started to say, but Kurt interrupted him.

“No, not at all. Its less than 90 minutes and if I leave now, I can get back to my dorm room before ten oclock curfew,” Kurt smiled for the first time in hours.

“You better get on the road then, bud. We can do something next week with Blaine, okay?” Burt suggested.

“Yes, Id love that, Dad. Have I told you lately that you are the best dad on the planet?” Kurt grinned, hugging his father.

“You have. Thanks, Kurt.”

~ ~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~ ~

Kurt turned into the student parking lot, parking in his usual spot. He gathered his clean folded laundry in the laundry basket and put the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. Struggling a bit to balance himself, he walked to his dorm room and unlocked the door one-handed, leaning the basket on his hip.

Switching on the light he heard a gasp from Blaines bed. He blinked his eyes, not believing what he saw there. He dropped his laundry and book bag and stood still for one minute, just staring.

Blaine struggled awake and saw the look in Kurts eyes. He panicked, trying to untangle himself from the man he was wrapped around – which wasnt easy because the man was sound asleep, their arms wrapped around each other.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted as his roommate turned around. “Wait! I can explain...its not what you think!”

“Hey, quit shouting and come back and cuddle me,” the man said, trying to pull Blaine back under the covers with him.

Kurt took one breath, turned on his heel and ran.