It's too damn cold where I live. Seriously, I hate the cold. I wish I could move somewhere where it is warm all the time. But then I also hate when it's scalding hot outside. New England weather, man. It sucks.

So this prompt is also by Anonymous (EC): Daydreaming.

You guys remember back when I said I wanted a prompt for each member of Glee? Well, this is Emma Pillsbury's chapter :)

By the way, if you want to follow me on twitter, I'm KirkIsIllogical I mainly tweet about Let Me In…so if you read that then you'll get some spoilers and teasers ;)

Blaine didn't understand why he was being sent to Miss Pillsbury's office. She was a guidance counselor, there to help students with problems. And Blaine didn't have any problems. He was getting good grades, he got along well enough with everyone, and he had a beautiful, amazing boyfriend who he almost never fought with. Of course, said boyfriend was currently a source of distraction for Blaine…but that wasn't necessarily a problem.

Like it had been for the past few weeks, Blaine's mind wandered at the thought of Kurt. It went right back to the first time they had sex. Every word, every touch, every moan replayed over and over in Blaine's mind. They hadn't had sex since, both too busy for any sort of alone time. But now nearly everything Kurt did distracted Blaine…and, yes, maybe it was something that could be called a problem.

Especially since Blaine had just walked right into Miss Pillsbury's glass office door.

Rubbing his forehead, Blaine opened the door to Miss Pillsbury's office, taking the seat his councilor offered him.

"I'm glad you came, Blaine," Emma said, smiling at him. "Your teachers are starting to get worried about you."

"I'm fine," Blaine grunted. "My grades are flawless."

"I know, Blaine," Emma said, reaching behind her for one of her pamphlets. "But they all say that you keep getting distracted during class. Extremely so." She dropped the packet of papers in front of him.

How to Catch Your Mind

There was a picture of a brain being lassoed. Blaine cocked an eyebrow.

"What's been going on, Blaine?"

Blaine continued to stare at the pamphlet. If you change one letter and drop another, that could read How to Catch Your Man. I would love how to know how to catch Kurt. Throw him down onto the bed again and completely ravish him. Kiss him and touch him and feel him and-

"Um…Blaine?"

"Huh?" Blaine shook his head, coming back down to see Emma giving him a confused look. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to space out there."

Emma tapped the lassoed brain. "Why don't you tell me what has your brain wandering away from you."

Blaine tried. He really did. But he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Sex."

Emma's face flamed. "O-Oh…well…"

"Kurt and I haven't had sex since West Side Story." And, yes, there was a hint of whining in Blaine's tone.

"Well, maybe you just need to read this pamphlet." Emma dropped another one down in front of Blaine, refusing to meet his gaze.

My Horny Self and I. The horned boy on the cover looked very frustrated.

"How is this supposed to get my mind off of sex?" Blaine asked, looking at Emma over the cover of the pamphlet. "Every time Kurt bends down, or he wraps his lips around a banana, or-"

"Maybe you should talk to your sex ed teacher," Emma interrupted, her blush a shade darker. Another pamphlet was dropped.

God Wants to Save You. Blaine rolled his eyes, huffing in exasperation.

"You're my guidance counselor, aren't you supposed to help me with these kinds of problems?" Yes, Blaine could admit to himself that he may have a slight problem.

"Well…" Emma's eyes flickered reluctantly back to Blaine. "I don't really…specialize…in physical problems. I help with your emotional and mental states."

"Well, good, because if I get one more boner in one more class I'm going to go mental!" Blaine said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

Emma looked frightened. "Are you sure there isn't anything else we could talk about? Nothing else is bothering you?"

Blaine thought for a minute. "Well…I have been thinking about…marrying Kurt. Like, how we would be as a married couple."

Immense relief. "Well, that's sweet," Emma said, her smile relaxed again. "You must really love him, then."

Blaine smiled to himself. "Yeah, I do. Which is why I loved showing him through sex. And why I want to show him again."

"You know, you should talk to Kurt about this," Emma said suddenly, clearing her throat and shuffling a couple more pamphlets. "I think this is something that should be private between the two of you."

What Happens Behind Closed Doors Stays Behind Closed Doors

Blaine was starting to get the message.

"I guess you're right," he said slowly. "Any advice as to how to bring it up? I don't want to come across as sex-crazed. Or obsessed." Even though he kind of was.

"Oh…umm…" Emma looked lost. "Maybe you could set up a romantic date and just…go for it?"

Blaine thought for a moment. "You mean don't talk about it? Just kind of…ease into it?"

"Yes." Blaine could see Emma starting to relax again.

"But he and I are both so busy." Blaine sighed. "We've barely had time to go on our coffee dates, let alone actual dates."

"So find time," Emma said, smiling kindly. "Nothing is more important to you than Kurt, right?"

"Right."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem."

Blaine had to admit, Emma had a point. He fanned out his pamphlets while he thought, pursing his lips slightly. A part of his brain was already planning, and he looked up at Emma with a grin on his face.

"Thanks, Miss Pillsbury."

Emma smiled back. "I'm happy I could help." Her smile dropped. "Next time, though…go to your sex ed teacher, okay?"

Emma is a very hard character to write, I know I failed epically. So I'm ending it before I embarrass myself even further.

Thanks for reading!