Athena's Notes: Due to some very good comments this story is down and will be reposted chapter by chapter as the inconsistencies are fixed. I'm asking please for REVIEWS. If you're reading this they are most appreciated, it's very hard as an author to put stuff up and know if you're doing well without your opinions. Writing with someone makes it twice as hard to be consistent. CeredwenFlame and I are most appreciative of your reviews. So, if you're reading it. Please tell us what you like and don't like and how we can make it better. Finally, I picture Sebastian and Kurt saying the title to each other with different inflections in their voices. The title is meant to be a pun. Think about it. Screamed as an insult or whispered in passion…In Your Dreams.

From the Authors of Michel's List (Athena1440 and CeredwenFlame) comes…

Pairing: Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe

Rating: M (for sexual content)

Disclaimer: We own nothing Glee. Ryan is a genius!

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In Your Dreams

Chapter 1 – Red Riding Hood

They'd been going out for about 8.5 months now. Like every couple they had their share of angst. Blaine's constant need to be in the spotlight all the time, to have praise and approval was wearing down on Kurt. However, Kurt figured it was a small price to pay to be able to have someone to call his boyfriend, to have someone he belonged to. Overall, he was proud of being with Blaine and proud that together they stood for something. However, just thinking about West Side Story was frustrating. Sure he was happy that Blaine had been cast as the lead, but he couldn't help wondering when it would be Kurt Hummel's turn. Halloween was less than a week away. He was very excited about the first Rachel Berry Halloween Extravaganza. His costume would certainly bring down the house.

Kurt knew that he was dreaming from the very beginning because this was so not Rachel Berry's house. His mind had put him into one of those swanky, New York, gay clubs that he'd only ever seen in movies. He was dressed in his Halloween costume and was aware how powerful he felt in it. His skinny jeans were so tight they really could be painted on. His blood-red corset barely skimmed his waist. The blood-red boots were high with an inch and a half heel and laced in front. He wore a red cape with a hood. Maybe it was cliché, but he made a hot red riding hood. To finish off the outfit, he wore kohl liner and had his hair styled in an impressive coif. Leaning against the bar suggestively, Kurt sipped on his coke scanning his surroundings. He felt bolder somehow knowing that this was a dream, like he could let go of his inhibitions.

"Jameson's, straight up." Kurt heard the voice first and looked to his right his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. HOTT didn't even begin to describe the boy that had made the order. He felt his eyes roam over the boy's built frame from bottom to top. The boy was wearing expensive black sneakers, torn and muddy, khaki shorts, and…Oh…Taylor Lautner who? It was obvious the boy was dressed as Jacob from Twilight, but his eight pack definitely rivaled that of Kurt's teen idol. On the boy's chest, over his heart, painted in henna, was an old Celtic knot. The boy was taller than him with a chiseled chin and dimples, but his strikingly clear emerald eyes captivated Kurt and drew him in. Kurt was surprised how focused they were despite the shaggy, midnight black hair that fell into the boys eyes. He blew it out of them now tapping is fingers on the bar impatiently. The bartender gave him a stern look and the boy rolled his eyes huffing. "Fine," he grumbled. "I'll have what Red is having."

Kurt's mouth went dry then as those emerald eyes returned the favor. The higher they traveled along his body the more naked Kurt felt like the boy was stripping his clothing piece by piece with his eyes. The boy had his thumbs stuck through the loops of the pants now as he rocked back on his heels admiring Kurt's visage from a distance. Finally, painfully slowly, he made his way to Kurt's side. "Hey there little red riding hood, you sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want," the boy said barely above a whisper bending his head toward Kurt's ear so that Kurt would hear the words.

Kurt's power of speech suddenly decided to take a vacation. He felt trapped by this mysterious boy's magnetic pull. Though the name Blaine fluttered through his mind, he was unable to hold the image of his sweet, innocent, juvenile boyfriend and it faded, replaced by smoldering emerald orbs that now had him locked in their intractable gaze, the boy's tongue flicked out licking his bottom lip. This Sex Is on Fire was playing. "I love this song," the boy said loud enough for Kurt to hear. His hips were already rolling to the rhythm. "Dance with your Jacob, Red?" the boy propositioned him downing half of his coke and holding out his hand to Kurt. All Kurt could do was nod and take the hand that was offered to him allowing himself to be lead to the dance floor.

Once there, Kurt turned to face his partner and just started rocking his hips to the rhythm. He didn't really touch the sexy lupine because he didn't know if it was appropriate. Kurt had never done anything like this before, never been so bold and open with anyone, not even with Blaine. The music changed to something slower. Suddenly the boy was spinning Kurt around and pulling him in so that Kurt's back was pressed flush against that hard chiseled chest. Kurt was pressed against nothing but steel and it was so fucking sexy. He ground his hips sensually against his partner. Kurt could feel him settle into a sexy groove. He raised a hand behind his head and snaked it around the back of his partner's neck drawing him impossibly close as he continued to grind. The boy gave back as good as he got, one hand on Kurt's hip and the other hand against the exposed skin of Kurt's stomach just below where the corset was riding up pressing them even closer together.

Kurt let out a moan as he flipped around to face the Wolf. The boy looked finer sweaty than he did clean. Was that even possible? Kurt's mind, of its own accord, put the boy writhing under him in bed and suddenly he wanted it more than anything. What was happening to him? Even if this was a dream, it felt more real than any dream Kurt had ever experienced to this date. Kurt had tremendous willpower and he knew that he would never ever do anything to hurt Blaine, but since this was a dream was it so wrong for Kurt to turn it into a fantasy?

"Fuck babe, the way you move makes me want to take you to bed," the Wolf growled in Kurt's ear.

"Ask me," Kurt found himself pressed against the Wolf's sinful body that now practically glistened under the strobe lights of the club. He felt the Wolf's pants get considerably tighter, and he realized that he'd never felt so powerful before in all his life. The boy pulled Kurt close, pressing their bodies together. Then he lowered his lips to Kurt's in a searing kiss unlike any Kurt had experienced to date.

"Come to bed with me?" Kurt heard the question laced with a strange combination of passion and hesitation. The boy wasn't demanding he was asking, and he was actually afraid that Kurt would say no.

As soon as Kurt accepted the offer, the scene before him began to shift and change. They were in a room oddly reminiscent of his old Dalton dorm room and Kurt couldn't understand why his mind would put him in this place, but he didn't have time to ponder that now. The Wolf had Kurt pinned against the closed door of the dorm room sucking and nibbling on Kurt's neck with a purpose. Kurt felt the Wolf take control of the kiss like he intended to burn Kurt with his passion. The Wolf picked him up in his arms and carried him to the bed laying him down upon it. There was a soft glow coming from the lamp at the computer desk. It cast shadows over the Wolf's features. Those emerald orbs burned with yet unrealized passion. "Would you like anything or would you like to just go right to the fun part?" the boy inquired playfully.

"Fun part," Kurt surprised even himself with his boldness and seductive tone. "Please, the fun part," and he didn't mean to beg but his body was humming with anticipation. Somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind he registered that he was still a virgin. He and Blaine had never had sex. Despite the fact that everyone thought of Kurt as a prude, baby penguin, Kurt still had unexplored urges and desires, desires that his subconscious was now, clearly manifesting in this glorious fantasy. Kurt's hips rolled against the Wolf of their own accord relishing his sexy erection and wanting desperately to be closer. The Wolf moved his body against Kurt's bringing them together over and over, but slowly, playing wicked friction against Kurt's senses.

"So, shall I unlace you or shall I go for the more tedious extrication via the hook and eye closures in the front?" the Wolf inquired, running a fingertip down the front closures of Kurt's corset. "It would be a shame for such a fine work of art to be adversely affected by our passions."

"Please don't ruin this," Kurt said a little worried. He spent long hours working on the corset. When the Wolf's hands begin to ghost over the laces Kurt felt his body begin to whimper with anticipation.

The boy carefully loosened the corset until he could pull it off of Kurt's body. He walked over to the dresser and laid the corset on top of it. "No harm will come to it there," the boy promised before returning to Kurt's side skimming his hands over the recently exposed flesh, leaning down to lick and kiss and nip on Kurt's nipples. The boy looked like he was mesmerized with Kurt's body, like it was the most beautiful body that he had ever seen. Kurt felt the odd sensation creeping up inside of him. He'd never been seen like this before. He was sure of it.

Kurt shuddered as his breath hitched. His torso arched up slightly and he desperately wanted to remove the cape that he was wearing as well as the boots. Hell all of his clothes were suddenly very, very constricting. He moaned into that wonderful tongue on his nipples. More. "More, please," Kurt gave his thoughts a voice as he buried his hand in the black hair at the base of the Wolf's neck. The boy's fingers undid the cape, casting it aside. He was still lavishing Kurt's nipples and chest with attention. He kissed his way down Kurt's chest, and paused to undo the boots and remove them. He leaned up to claim Kurt's swollen lips again, his hand slipping down Kurt's taut stomach to undo the button of the pants.

Kurt reached up and pulled at the string that was holding his cape letting it fall open on the bed so that he was lying in a sea of red silk. He felt the Wolf undo his boots and take them off slowly before touching his way down Kurt's stomach until those expert hands reached the button of Kurt's pants. Just before the Wolf unclasped the button Kurt's hands cover his quickly his eyes going wide with fear and apprehension. Suddenly, he was remembering where he was and what he was doing. He wasn't so sure anymore that it was the right thing to do. "You okay, Red?" a voice filled with concern, rough with passion and need, whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

"I've never done this before," Kurt admitted and he cast his gaze down, "I'm scared. I...I'm sorry," Kurt continued quickly. "Shouldn't have said that," and he was slightly angry with himself, more than a little angry for not being suave.

"Don't be sorry. I've found that the best thing you can do, so long as you truly want to be in the moment, is to give in. As scary as it is, give in to the moment, let go and embrace the pleasure. I can guarantee you that it will be amazing," the Wolf purred in his ear. "So, Red…Do you want to be here in my bed? Do you want me to touch you, to taste you, to take you? Do you want to go with me into the realms of pleasure?"

Kurt woke with a start gasping for breath his hands gripping his bed sheets seeking purchase, his heart hammering in his chest like a runaway train. That voice, that voice whispering in his ear lingered there, an invisible, impenetrable presence in Kurt's bedroom. "It's just a dream," Kurt murmured to himself trying to sound persuasive. His eyes darted around the room trying to convince his body that no one else was there. Then his gaze fell upon his costume hanging on a hook over the closet door. Though the red corset he'd been working on for months was still there, the red hooded cape that he'd carefully laid over it had vanished.