Carole woke slowly, greeted by the soft snores of her husband. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.

8:30 AM read the display.

Carole sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I think I'll go start some coffee before everyone else gets up.

She slid her feet into her slippers and grabbed her robe. She closed the bedroom door softly as she left.

As she walked to the stairs, she peered into Finn's room. Her son was sprawled across the bed, his arms and legs tangled in the sheets. The power had come back within 30 minutes of the blackout, so Finn had probably stayed up late gaming.

Carole pulled his door shut before continuing down the hallway. She paused outside Kurt's room before pressing an ear to the door. Hearing nothing, she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.

Kurt was laying on one side of the bed with Blaine tucked up against his side. One of Kurt's hands laid across his chest, the fingers grasping Blaine's curls loosely. His other hand was pressed against Blaine's back.

Carole smiled softly as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Even though they aren't doing anything, I'm sure Burt would have found a reason to wake them up. She shook her head. The man is a little too overprotective, sometimes.

Kurt woke slowly, his hands automatically seeking Blaine's warmth. His fingers traced Blaine's spine gently, and Blaine murmured in his sleep, snuggling closer to Kurt. Kurt sighed happily, resting his other hand on Blaine's face and lightly brushing his cheeks. He tweaked Blaine's nose and said, "wake up!" Blaine squirmed, batting at Kurt's hand. "Lea' me 'lone," he mumbled, rolling over and facing away from Kurt.

Kurt sat up, reaching over to tickle Blaine's sides. "It's time to get up, sleepyhead." Blaine wriggled, trying to escape Kurt's hands.

"Stooooooopp," he whined, smacking Kurt's hands away. "I'm awake; I'm awake."

Kurt leaned over, burying his face in Blaine's neck.

"Good morning," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Blaine's neck.

"Mmm…" Blaine rolled over, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck and tugging him down for a kiss.

"Good morning," he whispered as they broke apart.

Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the soft sounds of the slow, deep breaths he took.

"…do I smell pancakes?" Blaine queried, sniffing the air.

Kurt inhaled deeply through his nose.

"…I think so. Carole must be awake. She and I are the only ones allowed to make breakfast."

"…You've banned your father from the kitchen?" Blaine asked, eyebrows raised.

"It was a mutual decision; don't worry. One too many mishaps…" Kurt trailed off, throwing the covers off and leaving the bed.

Blaine shivered. "Where are you going?" he pouted, wrapping his arms around himself.

Kurt glanced at Blaine "…it must be at least 75 degrees in here. How are you cold?"

"You went away," Blaine said, yanking the covers up to his chin. "You aren't here to keep me warm anymore."

Kurt rolled his eyes, reaching into his closet to grab a hoodie. He threw it in Blaine's direction. "Put that on, you big baby," he said, grabbing a shirt and yanking it over his head. He walked back over to the bed where Blaine was still huddled under the covers. He tugged on the comforter. "Come on, get up!"

Blaine clutched the sheets tighter. "No."

Kurt leaned down, kissing Blaine's forehead. "I'll just leave you here, then, and close the door behind me. I'm pretty sure my dad isn't up yet, which means he'll check in here first thing…"

Blaine threw the covers back, grabbing the hoodie and yanking it over his head. Kurt smirked. I knew that would work. He reached out, taking Blaine's hand in his.

"Come on. Let's go eat breakfast."

The boys crossed Kurt's bedroom, making their way to the door. Kurt reached for the handle, but Blaine hesitated, his eyes downcast.

"Blaine?" Kurt queried, reaching out to touch his boyfriend's cheek.

Blaine's teeth bit into his lower lip as he shifted nervously. He took a deep breath.

"Can I...ask you something?" he asked, raising his head to gaze into Kurt's eyes.

"Of course!" Kurt replied. He reached up, placing his other hand on Blaine's face. "You can ask me anything."

Blaine glanced away.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about last night?" he asked.

Kurt's mouth tensed. "Yes, but I would prefer not to rehash it."

Blaine raised his eyes, gazing at Kurt steadily.

"I'm not talking about the nightmare, Kurt."

Kurt's brow furrowed as he frowned, searching his mind for the memory. As the realization hit, his cheeks flushed pink.

"No," he sighed. "I don't remember that one."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Do you..." he paused, searching for a way to ask his question without causing tremendous embarrassment to them both.

"How often do you have dreams like that?" he asked, rushing the words together.

Kurt's expression went blank as he processed what Blaine had asked. He felt himself blushing again.

Kurt looked away, mumbling a reply. Blaine leaned closer, moving so Kurt's lips were pressed to his ear. "What did you say?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, tugging him close.

"Almost every night," Kurt whispered, his voice barely audible. He felt Blaine's body go rigid, and Kurt pulled back, trying to break away from Blaine's embrace. Blaine responded by tightening his hold, raising his head to press his lips to Kurt's jaw.

"Really?" he breathed. "Do you...do you ever remember them?"

Kurt nodded.

Blaine grasped Kurt's face, tugging him down for a kiss.

"Tell me about them." Blaine demanded, his voice rough.

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Please?" Blaine entreated, pressing his lips to Kurt's again.

Kurt closed his eyes, leaning his head against the door.

Kurt searched his mind for the clearest memory, for the most vivid dream that he could remember (and that he was willing to share).

Blaine nuzzled his neck.

"Who do you dream about?" he whispered.

Kurt sighed. "You, mostly," he replied.

Blaine pulled back, raising his eyebrows. "Mostly?" he said. "Who else do you dream about?"

Kurt blushed. "No one, actually. Just you."

"And what are we doing in your dreams?" Blaine asked, his fingers lightly tracing Kurt's cheeks.

Kurt shuddered, his eyes drifting shut again. He and Blaine had agreed to always be honest with each other, but Kurt had yet to become comfortable discussing anything related to sex.

Blaine pressed his lips to the skin below Kurt's ear, sucking gently before saying, "How about I ask you questions that only need a 'yes' or 'no' answer for now?" Kurt nodded, his face relaxing slightly.

"Are we usually in your room?" he asked, his lips still against Kurt's throat.

"Mmhmm," Kurt responded.

"On the bed?"

"Sometimes," Kurt said, sighing gently as he relaxed against the door.

Blaine tugged on Kurt's shoulders, walking back towards the bed. He sat down slowly, pulling Kurt down on top of him.

"Like this?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt's eyes opened. "No." He shifted off Blaine's lap to sit next to him, then tugged on Blaine's arm until he'd moved into Kurt's lap. "Like this." He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.

"And what are we doing, while we're sitting on your bed?"

Kurt lifted his head a little, gazing into Blaine's eyes. He smirked.

"How about I show you?"