A/N: I'm usually too timid to write rated M things, so I watered this down a bit while still leaving it to be 'mature' just because I wanted to expand my writing style. I hope it's still good so leave a review!

Disclaimer: I clearly do not own this show, no matter how much I wish I did.

It was wrong. Sick. Disgusting. It couldn't be put into words. But still, every night, Kitty found herself with her ear pressed to Kurt's door listening to him. Because Kurt talked in his sleep. And the disturbing part was, she was sure he had no idea. Because if he did, he certainly wouldn't think of Kitty the same way. Why?

Because she was twisted.

Kitty hoped that maybe one night she'd stop herself, but no matter what, Kitty would find herself sitting outside his door with her ear glued to it, as if what she was doing was perfectly fine. And what was even worse was that Kitty was certain that she got enjoyment from what Kurt said in his sleep.

Because she was insane.

Most nights, Kurt would mumble in fear about the attempted murder against him in Germany. That was the part of the dreams Kitty hated. Those dreams were always a tangled mess and honestly, she didn't want to know what really happened. It seemed like Kurt didn't either. But she'd realized that if she waited out his nightmare, he'd dream about her. And if she had been normal, it probably would have petrified her to know what Kurt wanted to do to her. But it didn't.

Because she was sleazy.

So every night, she'd sneak out of bed and press her ear to the door, listening to Kurt moan her name over and over, sometimes in English, others in German. It disgusted her, to hear him pant her name, to hear him toss and turn in his bed, to hear him groan in both desire and self restraint. It disgusted her when she'd hear him murmur how and where he wanted to kiss her, and she'd find herself trailing the body parts he mentioned with her fingers... her lips, her jaw, her breasts, everywhere. It disgusted her that when she trailed her body and imagined it was Kurt's hand touching her how much it excited her and made her want to crawl into the bed with him, all the while moaning as loudly as he did. It disgusted her when she'd hear him grunt, sometimes to quietly remind himself that what he was dreaming was wrong and other times to whisper that Kitty would never need him, the way he needed her. But what disgusted her more than anything was that she wished that someday, he wouldn't have to dream anymore, because Kitty knew she'd give herself to him if she had the chance. And by the time she'd reach that conclusion, Kurt's breathing would be loud enough for her to not have to press her ears to the door. His sentences would change from incoherent English to desperate German, and at that point, as she'd run back to her room, his voice would still ringing in her head; "Ich will dich Kätzchen! I vant you!" and Kitty would lie awake until the memory of the sounds that came from Kurt put her to sleep like a lullaby.

Because she was sick.

And Kitty was ashamed, for when morning came around, it was as if the Kurt she had listened to had disappeared. She'd push the thoughts to the back of her mind and act like everything between them was the same as always. After all, Kurt made it seem that way so maybe, it was a merely a dream. And by the time Kitty got back to bed, she'd be sure that she was crazy and she'd imagined the whole thing. But somehow in the middle of the night, she'd still find herself leaning on his door, hanging on his every word.

Because he talked in his sleep.

Well, maybe not the best rated M fic in the world, but I hope you enjoyed it. So, leave your opinion of this story.