Kurt awoke with a start in the middle of the night. 2:30 AM read the neon alarm clock on his bedside table.

He shook all thoughts of his previous dream and realized he had more work to do. Kurt fell asleep around 8PM trying to finish writing his Coffee shop skit for his assignment of the week. Realizing it was way too late to call Rachel for help, he decided that he would just scribble down a few notes and call it a night. He moved to the kitchen slowly, thoughts of how lonely he truly was. Kurt lived alone, in a 2 bedroom apartment. The place was small, but cozy, offering a homey feeling. Of course he missed his father and Carole, and was hoping a visit from them soon. Kurt sat down at his kitchen table while he waited for his coffee to roast, remembering his dream.

He craved everyday for a beautiful man to wipe him off his feet, and make him feel special. His heartwrenching past filled with the cruel views of homophobia made it almost impossible for him to find his true love. He just wished that he doesn't have to wait much longer for his Prince. When Kurt poured himself his mug and walked back to his bedroom, he lay in bed daydreaming.

Things took a turn for the scandalous when he started imagining a tan, yet perfectly glossed figure griding against his body. Kurt moaned quietly at the thought, and slowly moved his fingers down his stomach, tickiling himself with pleasure. He knew if he jerked off quickly, he would have way too much energy to fall asleep. So Kurt inhaled deeply, turned to his side, ignoring his aching cock in his jeans and pushed his willpower to make him drift off again. He just prayed that tomorrow brought a long more metaphorical sunshine from his long week of depressing thunderstorms.