Kurt is hot. Really not. This isn't normal. Is he sick? Should I wake him? He looks so peaceful. I move over slowly and raise my hand to his forehead. Really hot. Not-normal hot. What do I do? I swallow hard and breath. What harm can come from waking him. Plus if hes really sick, he'll thank me.
“Kurt.” I whisper. “Sweetheart?” I roll over and turn the bedside table lamp on. It's a dull light that makes the sweat of Kurt's head glisten. “Kurt.” I say a little louder. No time for games. He must wake.
Kurt moves slowly, but still asleep. “Kurt!” I almost yell. “Please, wake up.” I rock him a little with my hand. “Kurt.” I whisper to myself.
“Yes.” Kurt rolls over to me and burrowers his head in my chest. I hug him tightly.
“Are you okay? Are you sick? You're burning up. Kurt.”
“I'm fine.” Kurt removes his head and looks at me.
“You're sweating. Is it a... like a... heat flash?” Don't those usually happen to women. Women during menopause?
“No, no, Blaine. I'm fine. I was, having a hot dream. I would like to think you of all people knew this about me. My body likes to react to my dreams.”
“You gave me quite a scare there, Kurt.”
“I'm sorry.” Kurt hugs my chest again. Oh, how I love my baby penguin. It's something of an addiction, if you ask me.
“Was I in your dream?” I ask slyly. There better not have been another person in his life that can make Kurt this... hot.
“You're in all my dreams. Even the nightmares.” Kurt closes his eyes, probably remembering Karofsky. I didn't even think, that after all this time Kurt would have gotten over him. But then again that might be a lot to ask. It only has been a year. And I've only been able to hang out with Kurt during the Warbler meetings and lunch. I wish we had more of the same classes. At least Dalton doesn't have a good night watch, or I wouldn't be able to come over during the night.
Not all the time of course. At least twice a week usually suffices. It's the only time we can be, to quote Wes: “Disgustingly in love”. But that is exactly what we are: in love; happily in love.
Kurt smiles.
“Yes.” I ask a romantic tone.
“Nothing.” I try to go back and remember what he just said.
“Why am I in your nightmares, if I am there, it should be a dream?”
“Not when you're trapped.” Kurt whispers. “And I can't save you.”
“Kurt.” I kiss his head.
“I love you.” Kurt whispers.
“I love you too.”

I can't sleep after that. Kurt seems snuggled in my chest, sound asleep yet I can't get any shut eye. I've fallen asleep plenty of times with Kurt in my chest, why can't I do it now? I rub Kurt's head and try to count sheep. I lost count after 15 and now wonder about Karofsky. Where is he right now? Is he finally out of the closet? Has he come to terms with who he is? Does he want to apologize to Kurt? It would mean the world to Kurt if he did. Even then, though what he did was unforgivable. I guess all I have left to believe in is the fact that everything happens for a reason. If Karofsky wasn't such a dick, I would never have met Kurt. Maybe that's the only thing I could ever thank that son of a bitch for. He brought me Kurt. My baby penguin.
I smile, an feel sleep gently fall on top of me. RIIIINNNGGGG! RIIIINNNGG! A loud sound buzz's thorugh the room. What is this. Kurt's awake and clings to me. I hold him tight.
“What's going on?” he askes.
“I think it's the fire alarm.” It probably is.
Kurt jumps up. “What?”
KNOCK KNOCK. “There's a fire on this floor, east wing. Evacuate! A man behind Kurt's door yells.
“Get your coat.” I yell. It's cold. I lace my shoes up and grab Kurt's hand. I make a silent vow, never to let go, until both of us are safe.
“Hurry.” People in halls yell as the run down the stairs. Of course the elevators aren't to be used. We’re only two floors up, it's not much of a challenge. I lead the way, Kurt running behind me.
“Oh god.” I hear Kurt whisper.
“C'mon let's get out of here.” I say.
It seems, Kurt an I are not the only one breaking rules. Many couples seem to be exiting thier doors. I guess we can't get in too much trouble.
I breath slowly and think fast. I want to run, but take my time going down the steps. I grip Kurt's hand tighter and he does the same.
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His hand feels so good in mine. I never want to let go, at least until we're safe. I brought my crappy jacket. Gah! This will never keep me warm. Good thing I have Blaine.
It feels like thier are a million steps. I try to keep up with Blaine but he's going quite fast. I want to tell him to slow down, but we don't have time. I never realised how many people live in this dorm. I'm surrounded by many guys. The only thing linking me to Blaine is a hand.
I want to get closer to him but there are too many people. Then suddenly, the hand is gone.
“Blaine!” I scream. I bring my hand back and search for him. He is nowhere to be found. “Blaine!” I scream again. The boys around me look at me. I decide to shut up, but worry engulfs me. I want to find him. I need to.
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“Kurt!” Where'd he go. Baby penguin? Kurt! I keep walking. I know I will just find him outside.