Dream a little Dream of me.

The house party was a great idea, we'd been given a second chance and everyone wanted to celebrate. Kurt had influenced his dad to take Finns mum away for a weekend leaving them alone with an empty house, score! I'd happily put myself in charge of smuggling in some beer and to all our surprise Brittany had appeared with armfuls of liquor, maybe she wasn't as stupid as she looked.

I found out two things from this party. One; None of the Glee club could handle their alcohol, and two; Kurt talked in his sleep. He'd passed out not so gracefully on the floor below the sofa I was sprawled on. I looked down at him and almost laughed, from a boy who was constantly clean cut he could definitely pull of the 'passed out' look.

His hair was spiked up and sticking in all different directions. His shirt was half unbuttoned, the half that was buttoned was done up wrong, however although this sight was hilarious it was the fact that his mouth was hanging open that made the 'look'.

I was about to roll over when I heard a mumble.

"Ugh...fuck me." Wait what? I rolled over to find the owner of the voice and found Kurt still muttering. This was too good, Kurt Hummel was having a sex dream below him, wait, that sounds wrong. Oh you know what I mean.

"Guh..More." Kurt mumbled moving his head to the side. I snickered silently to myself, this was hilarious. I edged forward self consciously so I was almost hanging over the sofa. Kurt's breathing increased as his dream got more intense, it was almost hypnotic.

"I can't believe your dreaming about Finn." I assumed with a frown. "He doesn't even know what to do with his dick."

I looked down with a grin. Can you influence dreams? "Kurt." I whispered leaning down. "Dream of." I looked around and grinned before looking down at Kurt. "Dream of Rachel."

"Nuh...Puck." Kurt groaned throwing his head back. I jumped up in surprise, thinking he'd woken up, instead he carried on dreaming. Wait, that meant the dream was about me!

"What! No!" I announced.

"Gah...love you." Kurt moaned. Shit.

"Don't love me." I hissed angrily.

"love." He moaned tossing over.

"Shut up." I hissed a little louder.

"Puck." He called.

"Kurt!" I snapped shoving him softly.

"Uh Puck." He moaned arching his back in the process. I shoved him harder.
"Kurt, shut up." I insisted shaking him roughly.

"Noah?" He asked sleepily. I stopped shoving him and looked down at his face.

"So..." I began trying to compose myself. I looked down and smirked. "Good dream?"

"Oh shit." Kurt groaned throwing his hands in front of his face in embarrassment.

I laughed smugly and he looked up and scowled.

"Come on then, get it over with." He snapped not taking his arms away from his face.

"Get what over with?" I asked looking down at him with a confused expression.

"Hit me or something." Kurt grumbled.

I wondered for a second and then smirked.

"Shall I give you head?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" He choked, taking his arms away from his face in surprise whilst looking mortified.

"It might cheer you up." I suggested. "You could relive your dream."

"I don't want to relive my dream." He snapped turning away from me.

"I do." I grinned pulling him forward and crushing his lips with mine. He stayed solid and roughly pushed me away.

"You Fuck." he growled angrily. I shrugged.

"I want to try something new." I admitted with another shrug.

"Not with me you don't. Fuck off." He argued shoving me away.

"Make me, you started it." I announced simply. He gaped at me.

"You what?" He claimed with wide eyes.

"You had the dream, you started it." I insisted.

"You...What? Oh, Fuck off!" He snapped turning away. I chuckled and knelt behind him. My smile grew as my hot breath hit the back of his neck and he shivered.

"Why did you do that?" I wondered huskily.

"Because your breathing down my neck." He snapped trying to shuffle away but I locked him in my arms.

"Not that, idiot." I laughed softly. "Why did you have a dream about me?" I asked leaning forward. He sighed and looked up at me.

"I didn't do it on purpose." He snapped defensively. I laughed at his catty tone and he flushed.

"I didn't say you did. But, why not Finn?" I asked.

"Finn?" He asked looking up with amused eyes, I raised my eyebrows in confusion, and he buried his head in a pillow and laughed. "You think I like Finn?"

"Well yeah, you do. Everyone knows that." I assumed looking blank. He laughed harder and grinned.

"No I don't." He admitted laughing.

"What?" I babbled. He looked up at me with a worried expression and I suddenly realised, then I looked confused. "What!"

He laid back down on the floor.

"Ok, now you can hit me." he muttered looking more confident than earlier. He still looked terrified though.

"I don't want to hit you." I grumbled, he grinned. "What?" I snapped angrily.

"You don't want to hit me? I'm a gay man that fancies you and has just had a sex dream about you, and you don't want to hit me. Are you ok Noah?" He laughed.

"I'm fine, I don't care if you fancy me. Just another person who wants 'the stud." I announced, he snorted, I frowned. "Something funny?"

"Yeah, you." he giggled. "'The Stud'" He mimicked.

"Are you still drunk?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"That is a possibility." He mumbled slowly with a nod of the head. "So your not going to tell anyone?"

I looked up at him and smirked.

"I said I wouldn't hit you, I didn't say I wouldn't tell anyone." I laughed standing up, as I left the room I heard an annoyed groan and my smile widened.

I could have so much fun with this.

Hey, this is my first Glee Fanfic, I'm not sure whether this will be a stand alone piece. It depends if people like it. Review and let me know what you think.