Blaine sniffs. He mumbles. His breath catches in his throat for one…two…three seconds, then he breathes out through his lips, sighing into the dark. He smiles, small and with the right corner of his mouth as he mumbles something unintelligible, followed by a single laugh. He tightens his arms crossed over his chest, and his entire face relaxes. Then he snores softly.

Kurt smiles, trapping a giggle behind his lips. It's the most adorable thing. Blaine is the most adorable thing.

Kurt just wishes he had the nerve to tell him.

As it is, Kurt feels really creepy doing this – watching Blaine sleep. Isn't that one step above stalker?

It's late. Later than late. It's actually tomorrow morning and Kurt should have been asleep himself hours ago. But he can't sleep because Blaine's asleep.

Blaine fell asleep studying.

He fell asleep in Kurt's bed.

That alone ensured there was no way Kurt was getting any sleep.

The beds in the Dalton dorm rooms are narrower than normal twin-size beds, but longer, which makes no sense unless you assume that every student is taller than six feet and doesn't roll over while they sleep. Maybe they're made that way to discourage co-bunking.

Well, it doesn't work.

From this distance, arms touching, Kurt can feel Blaine breathe. He can smell his aftershave. He can hear the murmuring noises he makes while he dreams – tiny grumbles, snippets of words, and a few hummed lyrics. Kurt didn't think Blaine would be such an active sleeper.

As for Kurt, he usually falls asleep lying on his side and wakes up lying on his side, so he doesn't think he moves around too much. Kurt is not a fan of sleeping on his back, but that's the position he's stuck in now, and his butt has fallen asleep, but he's afraid that if he rolls over, or shifts, or moves in any way, Blaine will wake up.

And if he wakes up, he might leave.

Kurt doesn't want that.

But Kurt's not comfortable this way, sandwiched between Blaine's body and the wall to his left. On top of the discomfort of his steadily stiffening muscles and his numb lower half, they're sleeping in their Dalton uniforms. They didn't bother changing after class let out, not even into a pair of sweats, before this unscheduled sleepover, when Blaine drifted off in the middle of cramming for their history final in the morning.

If this had been a Friday night, they might have been at Kurt's house, falling asleep together in his king-size bed, where Kurt could adore Blaine while lying comfortably on his side from a minimum safe distance. But smushed together like this, not only does Kurt's body ache, a multitude of his secret daydreams start springing to mind, niggling at him, trying to give him courage to act one or two of them out.

Admittedly, some of them border on sexual harassment, so he pushes those out of his head.

But most of them are tame, more along the lines of Sweet Valley High than 50 Shades of Grey. Kurt's a teenaged boy with a pulse. He's had fantasies of Blaine falling asleep beside him before, here in his dorm room, though in his dreams, this bed is a lot bigger. Usually they start off kissing – kissing until their lips are sore and they're both breathless. Kisses that give hands the impetus to roam and explore, touching, caressing, undressing. Kurt threads his fingers into Blaine's (gel free) hair, and Blaine reaches down between them, knuckles brushing the skin of Kurt's chest, leaving a trail of goose flesh, reaching for his belt, toying with the buckle, then…that's usually when he wakes up. But it doesn't matter if the fantasy doesn't get sexier than that. It still makes his heart race, makes him sweat beneath his thin sheet, makes his body overheat.

Makes eating breakfast together mildly uncomfortable.

Kurt looks over Blaine's sleeping face, handsome with his eyes shut and his lips parted, like a debonair Sleeping Beauty. Kurt continues to imagine what it would be like to kiss Blaine, even on the cheek. Would his skin be as soft as it looks? Would it smell as good close up as it does from this distance?

If he could bring himself to kiss Blaine on the mouth, how would he taste?

A throb from below his belt tells him that that might be going a little too far, but one kiss on the cheek - that wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? It's polite, continental – it's endearing. And best of all, it might be easier to explain away if Blaine ever found out.

Oh God, please don't let him find out.

Kurt doesn't know how he's talked himself into thinking this is a good idea, but before he can worry too much over it, he finds himself rolling to his side, slowly forcing numb muscles to move, trying his hardest not to shake the bed. He inches closer, holding his breath, not wanting a single puff of air to hit Blaine's cheek and wake him.

Kurt finds a way around Blaine's shoulder, hovering in an awkward way to keep from touching. His neck strains to lengthen as he moves in closer, lips traveling the last half inch when he can't go any farther. He stares a moment at this sight of Blaine close up – lips plump and pink, slight stubble on his cheek, his eyelashes insanely and unfairly long for a teenaged boy. Not primped for school, unshaven, with the top button of his collar undone and his tie askew, he looks ruggedly attractive, proving that the uber-versatile Blaine Devon Anderson doesn't just transcend levels of compassion, intelligence (he speaks six languages, for crying out loud), and musical acuity, but can cross the boundaries from dapper to devilishly good-looking without any effort.

Damn him. If Kurt wasn't so smitten, he might just hate him.

A cramp brewing in Kurt's lower back urges him forward, and his lips press against Blaine's cheek…right as he rolls over on to his side. Kurt's lips swipe across his skin, and when they reach the corner of Blaine's mouth, Blaine's eyes pop open.

Apparently, for all of his mumbling and sniffing and occasional laughing, Blaine is actually a light sleeper.

Good to know.

Kurt's eyes go wide and he scoots across the sheets, stopping when his back hits the wall.

“I'm sorry,” he says. He feels his cheeks burning, glowing in the dark, the heat making his eyes water. “I didn't mean to…I mean…I meant to, but I…”

Kurt can't get a complete sentence out, and Blaine hasn't said a word. Blaine blinks his eyes once. Kurt would say he looks confused, but he can't read Blaine's face. He could be flattered, amused, or extremely pissed off.

Oh God.

“Blaine, I'm so sor---“

“You missed.”

“What---?” Kurt asks, but even before the word passes his lips, Blaine reaches a hand behind his head, fingers weaving gently into his hair, pulling him in, pulling him close. When their lips connect, it's nothing like Kurt expects, but for a first kiss, even a sleepy first kiss, it's everything he wants. It's not demanding – no tongue this time around - but it's not tight lipped and uncomfortable. It's as easy as taking a breath in, and there Blaine is, filling Kurt's senses, the smell of his skin stronger than that of the aftershave he uses, his lips parted, caressing Kurt's, and the taste of his mouth – sweeter than Kurt could have ever imagined. And those cute little noises Blaine made that Kurt thought were so adorable while he slept are downright hot when they're murmured into his mouth.

Blaine moves away before Kurt does, leaving Kurt purse-lipped in the open air. Blaine smiles, shuts his eyes, then turns away from Kurt, and quicker than Kurt thought possible, starts snoring again.

“Blaine?” Kurt whispers, hoping to rouse him before he falls into too deep a sleep. Unless he was asleep this whole time. Blaine's a sleep kisser? Well that's…unusual. “Blaine? Are you awake? Tell me if you're awake?” But Blaine doesn't answer, and Kurt feels caught between disappointment and relief. He sighs, raising a hand to run his fingertips over his lips, chasing the fading tingle, that sweet taste of Blaine's mouth still lingering in his. “You're not going to remember that kiss in the morning, are you?” Kurt asks, settling for defeated.

“Of course I am, Kurt,” Blaine mutters, reaching behind him for Kurt's arm to wrap around his body. “Ive wanted to do that forever. Now go to sleep. We'll kiss more after we ace that history test.”