Bigger Than I Ever Dreamed

Not in Kansas

AN: This is where you'll get some info and a little more interaction. I hope you guys like it.

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Mitch's eyes fluttered. A hazy image started to appear before him. Yellow. Lots of yellow. And some blue. A sort of off white....a face. His eyes focused. "Mitch! Are you okay, honey?" That's right. He fainted. And this was....

"Scott," he mumbled. This was definitely not the gangly nineteen-year-old he last saw during break. This was a man. He had dirty blond scruff and had filled out exponentially. Scott was kneeling in front of him. He was cradling Mitch's head. Mmmm....that was definitely like Scott. Gentle and careful. Scott helped him to sit up.

"You definitely look a little pale. I guess yesterday really did you in. Come on. Let's sit you down." He was a like a doll. He just did as Scott directed. The blond held him as he got to his feet. As expected, his legs were wobbly. The fear had just run through him. Taking away all his energy. Scott seemed to understand that he wasn't capable of walking by himself and practically carried him.

Scott took him into the kitchen. It seemed that he was in the middle of cooking. He set Mitch down on the bar stool. He was able to see the rest of the kitchen from his spot. Scott went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. He uncapped it and put it in front of Mitch. Mitch couldn't find the words to voice what he wanted to say. He didn't even know what to say! So he gave Scott a small smile and took a few swigs of the fresh cold water. This was too surreal!

The blond went back to cooking. He was making breakfast. He was currently standing over a large pan with eggs in it. He had already finished with everything else. Mitch watched this grown up Scott as he worked so skillfully at the stove. He was in a white tank and almost pink boxer briefs. He had a HUGE flower tattoo sleeve on his left arm. It looked absolutely gorgeous. Mitch also saw a bunch of little tattoos on his left hand.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that," Scott asked lightheartedly as he scooped out the eggs onto two plates.

"Wondering when you became such a chef? Last time I checked you couldn't boil an egg without burning it." It was the only thing that could come to Mitch's mind. He really wanted to know if he was having an all too real dream (unlikely since he could never dream Scott looked this hot) or he was in some alternate universe. He was pretty open to whatever. He just really wanted answers.

That smile he couldn't help but adore came again. And those shining blue eyes. "I've been working on it for a while. Still working on more elaborate meals, though." He set down the food in front of Mitch. It looked so good! Eggs, bacon, and pancakes! When Mitch grabbed the fork and knife he noticed that he had A LOT of tattoos on his hands. It seemed he had a couple that matched with Scott's. Interesting....

As he tucked in to his breakfast, he saw Scott grab his own plate and eat opposite him. It felt so natural. Like they had done this countless times. It scared Mitch. Feeling like he didn't belong here. Like he was living someone else's life. "The mystery of my missing sweater is finally solved," Scott joked. Mitch looked over at him clearly confused. "Babe, you're wearing my old sweater." And Scott pointed to him, well his chest. Mitch hadn't really paid attention to what he had on when he woke up. But he was actually wearing a huge blue and white cloud sweater that fit him like a dress.

"Oh...didn't even notice. Felt comfortable..." Mitch didn't say anything more as he drank again. His mind was trying to piece together everything. Nothing was adding up. He didn't even know how to go about asking Scott. What should he say? Would Scott believe him? Was this just a figment of his imagination?