That night, Kurt wasn’t the only one who had a dream.

Blaine leaned into Kurt as they lay side by side in Blaine’s bed. He kissed Kurt with a feverish passion. His arm snaked its way around Kurt’s bare torso, down to his ass, squeezing slightly as he pulled Kurt to him. His heart raced fast, he wanted Kurt so bad. No, he needed Kurt so bad. He breathed loudly through his nose as his lips meshed with Kurt’s desperately. Kurt pulled him, pressing their stomachs together, whimpering slightly. That whimper. That whimper was the reason for Blaine’s heart almost giving out. Blaine needed to be closer to Kurt, as close as he could get, before he spontaneously combusted. He moved himself and Kurt, not disconnecting their lips, he hovered over Kurt. He kissed down Kurt’s neck, chest, and stomach, all the way back up.

“Please.” Kurt whispered.

Blaine smirked, biting Kurt’s bottom lip. He felt Kurt’s legs spread a bit beneath him and-

“WAKE UP.” A loud yell and a pillow to his head is what woke Blaine up that morning.

“God damn it, Wesley!” He threw his arm out hoping to make contact with his annoying roommate (and best friend). His head was pounding.

“Wake UP!” Again with the pillow.

Blaine grabbed the pillow from Wes, shoving it under his head. “Stop it!”

“Blainers. It is six-thirty!”

“Okay?” Blaine’s voice was muffled by the pillow he was face down on.

“Um, Mr. Anderson. Aren’t there some first graders who need to be taught how to read and stuff?” Wes poked Blaine in the side.

Blaine jerked, rolling over. “Stop that! And no! I have a fever.” He whined. He had woken up at four that morning, feeling nauseous and he was freezing. It turned out that he had a fever, and not exactly a low one, either. But nothing too serious.

Wes jumped back a foot. “Oh, dude, no. I can’t get sick!”

“Then get out!” Blaine tossed the pillow that had just been under his face at Wes. Wes jumped away from it like it had a snake on it. Blaine chuckled despite the nauseous feeling.

“Fine! Jeez. You need anything before I leave?” Wes asked.

Blaine shook his head. “No. Go.”

“Bye Blainers.” Wes hollered cheerfully as he walked out of Blaine’s room.

Blaine sighed; he didn’t know how many slaps to the arm it would take Wesley to stop calling him that. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. His dream replayed in his head. The kissing, the touching, the other stuff that was about to happen still fresh on his mind. If it weren’t for the nauseous-ness covering it, he was sure that intense, excited, burning feeling was in his stomach like it had been in the dream. It had been so real. He wasn’t sure if he was sweating because of it or the fever. He turned his head, looking at his phone on the nightstand, debating. He reached over, unplugging it from the charger. He also grabbed his thick framed reading glasses so he could see the screen. He had already put Kurt’s number in his phone last night, immediately. He went to his name, stared at it for a minute, deciding what he should say. He really just wanted to whine about being sick.

( 6:34)
You know what sucks?

(6:36)
Being woke up before you have to get up.

(6:37)
Shit, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?

(6:39)
No, no. I’ve been up. Since four. 
Who is this, anyway?

(6:40.)
Blaine.

(6:41)
Oh, hello there handsome.

Blaine smiled at his phone.

(6:42)
Hi.

(6:44)
I’m sorry. You texted me, asking me a question, and I made it all about me.
What sucks?

(6:45)
Waking up with a 100.3 fever. :(

(6:47)
Oh no! That does suck. :( 
You poor thing. Do you feel bad?

(6:48)
Headache, nauseous, etc. 
I don’t feel good at aaaaaaaaaall.

(6:49)
:( I’m sorry. 
I wish there was something I could do to make you better.

Would asking someone who is almost a complete stranger to come snuggle be weird? 
Yeah. Probably.

(6:51)
No, you listening to me whine is just enough.
Thank you.

(6:52)
Anytime, handsome. 
I’m glad I could be here for you.

(6:54)
Me too. Since my roommate is gone I have no one to whine to.

(6:56)
Where’s your boyfriend?

Ouch. Blaine bit his lip. Had he really not thought to text Adam first? Kurt was literally the first and only person he wanted to talk to? Oops.

(6:58)
Oops.
I uh, I didn’t text him.

(7:00)
You texted me before your boyfriend?

(7:01)
It would seem that way, yes.

(7:10)
Kurt?

(7:11)
Sorry. I can’t text and catch a cab. I can barely catch a cab at all actually.
Now, why would you text me instead of your own boyfriend?

(7:13)
I can’t answer that.

(7:14)
Que?

(7:16)
Because I don’t know.
Why would I text you instead of my boyfriend?
I barely know you.

(7:19.)
Ouch.

(7:20)
No, I meant…I don’t know.

(7:21)
Well…

(7:23)
-Insert long dramatic sigh here- 

(7:25)
Go back to sleep, get rid of that fever. We can talk about your issues later. I have an art class to attend.

(7:26)
Alright. Have fun.

Blaine sighed, placing his phone back onto the nightstand. He rolled back over, pulling the covers over his head. He let out a slight cough. As he lay there, trying to fall asleep, he thought about Kurt and the dream, and Adam, and how crazy it was to be feeling this feeling for someone he barely knew. That giddy-I’m-in-love-with-you-feeling. He was sure he was crazy, it was the fever. Right?

....

Kurt sat in front of an empty canvas in his apartment. It was after six in the morning. He let out a small sigh, looking around the room and some of the paintings he had done, some were hanging, some were on the ground propped up against the wall, and the one of handsome was safely tucked away were no one would fine him, unless they were rummaging through his stuff. He thought back to the conversation he had with Rachel when we got home. When she got done freaking out about how she thought he was dead, he told her all about where he had been and what he and Handsome talked about.

“Oh my god, Kurt! You went back to flirt with a guy who has a boyfriend!” She whined.

“Rachel, stop it. I didn’t do anything.” He shook his head. “What’s with you and that anyway? You’re the one who’s all “Oh! Maybe you’re soul mates! Maybe it’s meant to be. Blah, blah, blah!””

“I know, but that’s before I knew he had a boyfriend. Kurt, how would you feel if-“ She stopped, biting her lip. “Oh.” Kurt looked at her in realization. He knew what she was going to say. “How would you feel if someone took your boyfriend away from you?” And while, because of the Handsome distraction, he hadn’t really had time to think about how he felt. Which I guess was a good thing, because that meant he didn’t feel that bad, right? He wrinkled his forehead, thinking a moment. Having someone you love (that word is used lightly in this situation, he didn’t know if he loved Aidan or not.) taken from you felt awful. He let out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

“Hmm?” Rachel looked at him from the kitchen; he was sitting on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll cool it.” He stood up. “But I’m not, not talking to him.” He pointed at her.

She nodded. “Fine. Just be careful. Karma.”

“Yeah, yeah. Karma.” He waved his hand. “I’m going to bed.”

That night his dream was short. But it was dark, pitch black. All you could hear was heavy breathing and the soft sound of their moans.

“Oh my god Blaine.”

“Agh, Kurt.”

“Oh my god.”

Were just some of the things that could be heard along with some unintelligible words that were whimpered. He could hear the sheets moving under them. He had this insane sensation, like he could feel everything that Blaine was doing to him. While he felt like he was standing on the other side of the room, just listening, it was like he could feel Blaine inside of him. He felt tingles on his neck, he was sure that’s where Blaine’s soft lips had landed. He felt his heart racing as he arched his back, letting out a soft whimper, he felt himself get closer to the edge. “Blaine…”

“Blaine!” Kurt woke himself up as he hollered out Handsome’s name, sitting straight up in his bed. He opened his eyes, looking around. “Oh,” He sunk down a bit, his face flushing. He put his hand to his damp forehead. “Jesus.” He took a deep breath before throwing the covers off of himself. These cold showers at four in the morning had become a regular thing.

Kurt picked up one of his bigger paint brushes, dipping it in the golden color he had mixed before. He touched the brush to the canvas, starting at the top; he covered every inch of the canvas with it. As almost reached the halfway point, his phone buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number, but he decided to text back anyway. After a couple of texts, he decided maybe he should find out who it is.

(6:40)
Blaine.

Kurt’s stomach flipped. His jaw dropped a tiny bit, and he just stared at the screen. It was Handsome. He smiled so big, causing him to bit his lip. “Oh my god.” He squealed quietly. He put his paint brush in the paint thinner, texting Handsome back. After a couple of texts, Kurt learned that Handsome was sick. He frowned. It would be weird to ask someone who is almost a complete stranger if he needed someone to cuddle with, right? Yeah. Probably. So Kurt just settled for an “I wish there was something I could do” text. Waiting for Handsome to text back each time was a bit painful, he was so excited to be talking to his handsome stranger. He noticed the time, jumping up from his stool. Thankfully he had just gotten ready after his shower, so all he had to do was grab his bag and leave. When Handsome told Kurt he had no one to whine to, Kurt felt a spark inside of him. Kurt couldn’t help but smile, but Rachel’s voice in his head made him frown. So he decided to ask about his boyfriend. But once Handsome let him know that he did chose Kurt over his boyfriend, Kurt shook his head. Dammit. Rachel’s voice was in his head, telling him to back off with flirting. He groaned, walking out of their building. He went to the curb, tossing his hand up. It took him almost ten minutes to catch a godforsaken cab. Once he was inside the yellow car, he noticed he had another text from Handsome. He sighed. After their few texts that caused confusion on Handsome’s end, Kurt could help but smile to himself. He likes me. I know it.