Kurt hadn't thought about the creature, that is not until his head hit Mercedes pillow. He had been in the garage up until midday then had gone shopping and bumped into Mercedes in the mall. A couple of coffees and episodes of Gilmore Girls and then a phone call to his Dad and a mud mask later he was curled up next to his best friend ready for a sleep over.

It was as Mercedes was telling him she had a crush on Sam Evans (Kurt understood, he'd been there too) that he suddenly had a vision of the beautiful winged creature looking into his room sadly. He paused.

"Boo, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing."

It was a dream, only a dream, he could not feel guilty about standing up a guy that wasn't even real.

"Kurt, I get the feeling that something's up."

"Nothing, I guess I'm just a little lonely. I wish there was a guy for me to be crushing on. One that has a little chance of feeling something back."

"Oh Boo."

"Stop the sympathy."

"Okay, instead I'm going to find you someone."

"I'm the only out gay boy in McKinley."

"But maybe not in Lima."

"What you going to do, put an ad out? Hot gay teenagers wanted?"

"I was going to put cute."

Kurt laughed.

"I'm just going to have to accept that the only one I'm going to be sharing a bed with anytime soon is a sassy hot diva who although fabulous is not my type."

"Only because of the lady parts right?"

"That and the fact that I cannot be in a relationship with anybody more of a diva than me."

"I will happily share you're bed with you. Tomorrow, Kurt, tomorrow."

Kurt opened his eyes and looked around.

"Mercy, did you say something?"

There was silence, he looked over and saw Mercedes deeply asleep.

Kurt shook his head and turned over to go back to sleep.

"How was your night with Mercedes?" Burt said glancing up at him from over a motor parts order form.

"It was cool. But now I'm behind on my history project so I'm going to take a sandwich and lock myself up till I get it done."

"Work hard Kiddo."

"Will do."
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Kurt let out a sigh. Why had he tried to get Brett involved. That was a useless and confusing phone call that had set him back an hour on the project. He worked till his eyes hurt and he had a headache then gave up and went to have a shower.
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" My Kurt. I missed you."

The voice was soft in his ear and cut through his unconsciousness. It was as if waking up naturally on a warm summers morning knowing that you don't have to get up until you want to. Kurt opened his eyes with a soft smile.

"Hey."

The creature smiled back and reached down to stroke Kurt's lips. It tingled.

"Beautiful."

Kurt felt his cheeks feel hot. He had never been called beautiful before, if it had come from anybody else he would tell them to shut up and not believe them but something about the tone of the other worldly creature made him believe it instantly. Of course he was beautiful, how could there be any doubt when this wonderful pure creature was looking down at him with a look of adoration. Kurt felt a warmth spread through him. He felt more comfortable than he had in his life.

The fingers started to explore again and Kurt closed his eyes again and let the creature explore the skin of his neck and the patch going down to the edges of his pajamas. Then the back of his hands were being stroked, thoroughly explored by light fingertips running up and down his fingers and across his knuckle then turned over to ghost around his palms.

"The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets." Kurt breathed. For a moment he wouldn't believe that he had spoken out loud and that the thought had just passed through his mind but then there was a little huff of air like a laugh and Kurt opened his eyes to the amused face of the creature.

"No my beautiful Kurt, seeing you laid before me completely relaxed and accepting a touch of the fingertips, is as sexy as it gets."

"I don't want to go back to sleep yet."

The creature cocked its head to one side as if asking him what he meant.

"I felt like you were going to leave. Whenever you leave I black out and I wake up in the morning not sure if you were really here or if this is all just a strange reoccurring dream."

The creature bent over him, the warmth of his body almost uncomfortable as it hovered only inches from him. The creature put his mouth to Kurt's ear and whispered. He had no breath.

"Do you think I'm really here?"

"Yes, tonight I do. But tomorrow I won't be sure."

"Then we have tonight."

Kurt felt a shiver go down his back at the promise that seemed to be hidden in that statement.

"Let me taste you."

Kurt felt unable to breathe, he did not know what would happen if he said yes. He was almost scared but was still too relaxed to quiet manage it. He battled with thoughts in his mind, reasons why it would not be a good reason to give into the creature. He didn't have a name, he was halfway between demon and angel and there was the fact that Kurt had the strange feeling he was going to lose himself to something that he did not know existed. If not his mind then some secret part of himself that was not yet fully realized. But despite this their was an overwhelming urge to just give into this, to just be and be happy being.

"Yes."

There was nothing but the beat of his heart in the darkness and honey eyes that seemed to glow. Then there was something wonderful, warm lips against his slowly moving in a gentle pressure. The creature must be an angel because he tasted of shortbread, welcoming and warm like butter on a cold day but a little sweet like the perfect amount of sugar in tea. Kurt was instantly lost, it was the best feeling in the world. From the brilliant slow kiss (that Kurt found himself returning without a shred of self-consciousness despite having never been kissed before) there radiated a feeling of being cared for and accepted and wanted.
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Kurt woke up in the morning with the ghost of the kiss still on his lips. He sighed annoyed that he could not say when the kiss had ended. Then as his drowsy brain woke up a little he realized how impossible it was. It was all a dream, he was so lonely he was dreaming up a man to visit him in his dreams. That mixed with what must be some kind of sexual awakening. It had been bound to happen at sometime, he was starting to touch himself more often and with more satisfactory results. But why the strange creature, why could he not just dream of a celebrity or something, was he so lacking in self belief that he had to make up a completely unattainable creature to fall in love with. God, he was fucked up. And if he didn't stop thinking about this and get up then he would be late for the bullies at school to throw him into the dumpster. Couldn't miss that.