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“Kurt, get off,” Blaine mumbled sleepily to Kurt, who
was sprawled across Blaine’s chest, asleep.
Kurt groaned but didn’t move.
“Kurt, really, I have class,” Blaine poked Kurt’s
forehead repeatedly.
“Blaaaiiinee,” Kurt whined. “Skip
class,”
Blaine laughed a little and pushed Kurt onto the second pillow on
their queen sized bed.
“I wish I could, doll,” Blaine whispered as sweetly as
he could at 7:20 in the morning. “But I have a test today in
Trig,”
Kurt sighed and stared up at Blaine with half-open eyes. “Why
do you have to be so smart?”
“Oh, you’re much smarter,” Blaine stroked Kurt’s
messy hair.
“Mm, yeah,” Kurt smiled arrogantly.
Blaine made to get up, but Kurt clasped his forearm.
“Kurtsy, let go,” Blaine teased.
“Don’t call me Kurtsy, Blainey,” Kurt
complained.
Blaine rolled his eyes and tried to pull his arm out of Kurt’s
grip, which was harder than it seemed.
“Blaaiine, stay here. Let’s watch Moulin
Rouge,” Kurt moaned.
“Moulin Rouge? Where do you get Moulin Rouge from?”
“I had a dream,”
“About Moulin Rouge?” Blaine asked skeptically.
“Yeah, come lay with me, I’ll tell you.” Kurt
released his grip on Blaine and patted on the bed.
“So that’s your angle,” Blaine smiled and
flopped down on the bed. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well,” Kurt began. “It was you and me, except
we were in Moulin Rouge.”
“Who was I?” Blaine asked.
“Huh?”
“Well, was I Christian or Satine?” Blaine asked
curiously.
“You were Blaine,” Kurt grinned. “But you would
probably be Christian,”
“Then you’re Satine?”
“Yeah, I’m a prostitute,”
“I always knew it,” Blaine winked.
Kurt pushed Blaine weakly.
“Hey, you’re the one that wanted me to stay,”
Blaine joked.
Blaine got up to get dressed again, but was pulled back down by
Kurt.
Kurt pulled Blaine towards him and kissed him unexpectedly.
Blaine smiled and whispered, “Good morning to you, too,”
Blaine returned Kurt’s kiss, but deeper this time.
“I love you,” Kurt said.
“I love you, too,” Blaine replied, kissing him once
more before getting dressed for class.
