Things had gotten steamy, real steamy. Kurt was surprised the bed hadn't caught on fire. You really couldn't begin to tell where one boy began and the other one ended. Their bodies were pressed together, legs tangled just like their tongues. The blue eyed boy had his hands in his best friend's dark, curly hair. The older boy's hands were everywhere on the younger boy. Blaine couldn't believe it was happening. Finally. After all of this time they were actually on Blaine's bed, going almost too far. He wanted to hold back, not wanting to pressure Kurt, but he just couldn't control himself. Tugging at Kurt's pants, he mumbled against the blue eyed boy's mouth, "Mmmtoomuchclothing."

"Blaine.." Kurt whispered softly, his voice was trembling.

Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt closer, if that was possible.

"MmmKurt." He mumbled out loud.

"Dude, this is so pathetic." Wes looked over to his friend, who was sitting on Kurt's bed. Kurt knew Blaine had classes late in the morning, so he left without waking his tired roommate.

David sighed. "I know. It's the third time this week."

With a wink towards his friend, Wes pointed to the pillow resting on Kurt's bed and David handed it over with a knowing look.

Blaine's more obnoxious friend leaned over, close to the sleeping boy's ear. "Mmm, Blainey." He mocked Blaine's moan.

Blaine pulled the pillow he was cuddling closer, smiling in his sleep.

With that Wes raised the pillow over his head and brought it down, with force, onto his best friend. He quickly jumped next to David on the bed, sitting innocently. David choked back a chuckle.

Blaine's eyes shot open and he sat up, startled. Once he was sitting up right he shot a hateful look over to the usual suspects of his almost-mini-heart-attacks. "What the hell, you guys?"

Wes laughed, looking to David. "Oh Kurt. Ohhhhh Kurt, my little sex monkey." He wrapped his arms around David's shoulders and made kissing noises. He then ducked right before Blaine's pillow came in contact with his face.

"Shut up!" Blaine took a deep breath.

"Uh," Wes offered Blaine's pillow back to him. "You might want to keep your boyfriend, here." He said, motioning his eyes downward. "Someone is happy this morning." Wes winked to David, who laughed.

Blaine looked down, and with a spastic move he put the pillow on his lap. "I hate you guys."

David gaped. "I haven't said anything!"

"Guilty by association." He replied. "I'm awake, you can leave now." After making a 'hmpf' noise, David got up, walking to the door.

"You might want to tape your mouth shut when you sleep if you don't want mister blue-eyed-angel hearing how much you want his sex." Wes said, standing and following after his friend.

This time the pillow hit Wes right on the butt. "Hey!" He whined.

"Guys, just keep-."

"Yeah, yeah," David waved his hand, dismissively. "We know the drill. We won't tell. Blah, blah, blah." With that he was out the door.

Before stepping completely out to the hallway, Wes turned back around. "Ohhh Kurtie." He hugged himself, making kissing noises. Blaine threw the book that was sitting on his night stand at his obnoxious friend. Wes caught it, he observed the cover. "Hmm, History." Looking thoughtful for a moment, he shook his head. "Nah, thanks though." He tossed the book back into the room and left.

Good God, having them around was like having children. It was so stressful. Sometimes he wasn't sure why he was friends with them. He sighed deeply, putting his face in his hands. "Shit." He muttered to himself. This was the third time this week he had that dream. It was so intense that Blaine woke up sweating and trembling and it's only gotten more intense. It was the same dream every time and it was so real. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind. He worried that he talked too much in his sleep, what if Kurt heard anything? He hated when Wesley was right. Maybe he should tape his mouth shut. With another sigh he scooted off of his bed and went to take a shower. A very, very, cold shower.

...

Kurt was heading back to his room after his first class, (He had left his history book on the nightstand. He was in a hurry this morning and left without it.) when he saw David and Wes, laughing, he had a feeling they had just come from his and Blaine's room. Why else would they be laughing their we-got-him-good-this-time laugh?

"Hey, you guys." He said with a questioning tone.

"Hey, Kurt!" David waved.

They came to a stop in the hallway, in front of each other. "What are you laughing about? Did you bother Blaine?"

David looked down at his shoes and Wes gaped at him, with a gasp. "Kurt Hummel! Are you accusing us of obnoxiously barging into your room and waking up your roommate in an annoying fashion?"

"Hmm," Kurt looked thoughtful before nodding. "Yep."

"Oh," Wes paused. "Well, then, yes." Him and David snickered.

With a shake of his head, and a deep sigh, Kurt walked passed them. "Goodness."

"See you later, sex monkey!" Wes hollered after him, earning an elbow in the ribs from David.

"Shh! Not so loud in the hallway, man." He chuckled.

Their laughter faded as Kurt walked into his and Blaine's room. He noticed his book in the middle of the floor. "Hmm." He picked it up, knowing Blaine had probably used it as a weapon this morning. He laughed quietly to himself, while shaking his head. He noticed, looking at the clock, that he had a bit before he needed to get to his next class, so he sat his book on the desk, along with his book bag.

"Hey you,"

He turned around to see his roommate standing there. Kurt took in the sight before him. A towel was wrapped as low as possible around the boy's waist, there was also one over his shoulder. His dark hair was curly and damp. Drops of water ran down his perfect body. Kurt could just imagine, as he watched one bead of water run down his neck, over his chest, down his perfect stomach, even lower, the towel catching it right about where his pelvic area started, throwing his jacket off and walking right up to Blaine, and planting a passionate kiss on those perfect lips and tossing him to the bed, ripping that towel off...

Kurt's breath caught and he realized he was biting his lip. Shaking his head, he looked up to meet eyes with the hazel eyed boy. "H-hey." He swallowed.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine smiled, he was delighted to see him. Anytime he was near Kurt his heart beat was like a humming bird's wings and he felt slightly nervous. What he wasn't aware of, though, is that Kurt had the same issue.

"I forgot my history book," He sat on his bed and crossed his leg over the other, trying to keep his composure. "Or should I say your weapon." He said with a smirk.

"Yeah." Blaine walked over to his dresser, rubbing his hair roughly with the another towel. "We should really change the locks."

"And not tell them?" Kurt chuckled, standing.

"Definitely." Blaine grabbed a pair of boxes and slipped them on under his towel. Kurt looked away, unwillingly. (Trying not to think about what he was thinking about before.) "So," He swallowed. "What are you going to do this weekend?" He walked over and picked up his book bag.

"Actually, my dad called." Blaine said with a sigh wrapped around his words. He threw the towel onto his bed and pulled a pair of his black pants on.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh?"

"Uh," Blaine nodded. "Yeah. He wants me to come home this weekend. He wants to talk or something. I don't know.." He sat on his bed, running his fingers through his drying hair.

"Oh, really?" He knew Blaine and his dad didn't get along. He figured it had to do with Blaine not being the "Model son". Blaine had hinted before but he never told Kurt the full story. There was always a sadness that hung in the air when Blaine mentioned his dad. He didn't want his best friend to hurt. "You going?" He took a seat next to dark haired boy on his bed.

"I- I don't know. I feel like I should, but I'm..nervous." Blaine bit his lip. He wasn't lying, he was really nervous. Because this was the third second chance he would be giving his father. He had never really went into great detail with anyone about his family issues. Except with David and Wes, but if it wasn't for those two, he would have been homeless until he transferred to Dalton when he was just a sophomore. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment before letting out a heavy, lingering sigh. Maybe third time's a charm, he hoped. He was always one to think the best of people and give them second, third, tenth chances. He believed people could change. No matter how many times he had been proven wrong in his eighteen years. Even though he wanted to see the best in people, seeing his dad for the first time in a year made him nervous. Blaine was sort of knocked out of any sadness and was reminded of the beautiful human being sitting next to him when Kurt placed a comforting hand on his knee. It was like an electric shock went through him. His cheeks flushed and his heartbeat started running again.

"Uh-um," He shook his head. "Anyway, what are your plans for the weekend?" He stood, walking to the closet and taking out one of his dress shirts, his Dalton jacket and a tie.

"Lima." Kurt noticed the electricity when he touched Blaine. How could he not? It totally jump started his heart. "Dad's birthday."

"Well, tell him happy birthday for me." He flashed Kurt a sparkling smile.

Kurt's insides fluttered. Oh that smile. "I will." With a sigh, he stood up. "Well, I guess I had better get going."

"Watch out for Wes and David. They're extra obnoxious today."

"I know, I saw them on my way here." He noticed he almost forgot his book again, as it was still on the desk.

Blaine stopped in his tracks. "Y-you did?"

Kurt nodded, looking over to his roommate after picking up his book.

"O-oh. What…what did they have to say?" He swallowed hard, trying to get his heart out of his throat.

"Nothing really." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"No-no reason. Just, you know, they're crazy." He attempted to laugh off his nervousness.

"Oh," Kurt stopped before leaving. "Wes called me a sex monkey?"

Blaine was going to kill them. "Oh really?"

Nodding, the younger boy made an 'mhm' sound. "Any idea what that could be about?"

"Uh, n-no, no." Blanie shook his head nervously.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him, studying him a moment before shrugging. "Hm, oh well. See you later." He walked out of their room.

"Later." Blaine let a heavy sigh out before collapsing onto his bed. The tension in the room when they were together made the air so heavy. It felt like being in a room full of mashed potatoes. Well, maybe that's not the way to put it, but you get the point. It was heavy. And Blaine wasn't sure he could take much more of it. Caramel, that's it! It was just like being in a room full of caramel. You know?