Kurt dreams of Blaine.  Dreams of being with him in calm water.  Of being in his arms, held close to his strong body.  In the dream, Blaine has a smirk on his lips.  Somehow, Kurt knows what hes going to do before he does it.  And when hes taken under the water, he doesnt scream.  No.  He smiles.  And when soft lips press to his under the water, he lets himself get lost in getting to experience something he loves.

Then the dream shifts.  No longer in water, he dreams of being held down by Blaine as he slowly thrusts his hips into him.  He makes noises he hasnt made in years.  Whimpers and moans as he happily takes everything Blaine has to offer.  Cant remember the last time he was made to feel this good.

When Kurt wakes up, a moan dying on his lips, achingly hard, breathing heavy, and covered in sweat, he cant believe that just happened.  Its never happened before.  Hes never dreamt of a guy in any kind of sexual way.  Even the men he dated.

Falling back on the bed and covering his head with a pillow, Kurt lets out a frustrated groan.  This is getting worse and worse with each day.  And he knows soon he wont be able to stop himself from making that dream become a reality.

Through the next several days, Kurt finds himself unable to look at Blaine.  Out of a hint of shame and guilt.  But mostly out of embarrassment.  A simple glance at him has him blushing with the memory of the dream.  Or dreams, he should say.  But the dream of Blaine fucking him is the most predominant one that pops up when he risks a glance at Blaine.

But even when he doesnt look at him, its all he can think about.  At any random moment the memory of the dream will manifest in his mind.  He goes into a sort of daze where all he thinks about is Blaine on top of him.  A smile spreads across his lips when it happens.  A heat unfurls in his stomach.  And it takes all the strength he has to not touch himself.

As he avoids Blaine, he feels like an asshole while he does it because he notices how upset Blaine is when he walks away when he enters a room.  He didnt mean to hurt Blaine.  But he cant stop thinking about the dream, and wanting to jump him.

Dishes cleaned and put away after dinner at Caydens place, Kurt flushes when he turns around and finds Blaine leaning against a counter near him.  "Oh!" he says surprised.  "You scared me."

Fuck, Kurt thinks.  Just looking at him right now has thoughts of fingers digging into flesh as Blaine fucked him.  A heat curls in his stomach as his body starts to betray him.  Starts to respond to Blaine simply standing there.

"Sorry."  Blaine pushes off the counter and takes the few steps to close the space between Kurt and him.

"I-Its okay," Kurt stammers.

"Can I ask you something, Kurt?"

"Sure."  Kurt grips the counter behind him.  Wants to hold something to keep from falling to the floor.

Blaine does that to him.  Makes him light-headed and weak in the knees in the best way possible.  Has him rethinking everything he thought about how he could feel for somebody.

"Did I say or do something to have you avoiding me?"  Theres the slightest hint of hurt to Blaines words as he speaks.  A small tremble to his voice.

"No," Kurt sighs.  "You didnt do anything.  Its me.  I was just being an idiot."

"Are you sure?  Because if I did anything to make you uncomfortable, I apologize."

"Trust me, Blaine, it wasnt you," Kurt assures him.  "I just...I let something get to me.  I should have been the adult I am and let it go."

"Good."  Blaine lets out a deep sigh of relief.

When Blaine pulls him in close for a hug, Kurt practically melts at his touch.

"I missed talking to you, Kurt," Blaine tells him.

"I miss talking to you, too," Kurt says back.

Blaine pulls back to look into Kurts eyes.  "Can I tell you something, Kurt?"

"Of course."

"This is a lovely shirt on you."  Blaine smiles as he reaches out and grabs the hem of Kurts shirt, rolling the fabric between his fingers.

"Thanks."  Kurt bites back a gasp when Blaines fingers brush over his hip.  The touch creating a fire where his fingers were.  Feels it spread through him.  Has him wanting Blaine to touch him all over.

"I think I like it because the color makes the color in your eyes pop."  Blaine lets go of Kurts shirt and lifts his hand.  Kurt trembles as Blaine softly strokes his thumb right under his left eye.  "You have such gorgeous eyes.  Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Y-Yeah," Kurt stammers.  "A few people."

Hes close to snapping.  To pulling Blaine in for a rough kiss.  But Cayden calling his name from outside has him coming back to himself.  Stops him from doing something where someone could have easily caught them.

"I better go see what she wants," Kurt says as he steps around Blaine.  He can still feel his heart racing a mile a minute from Blaine touching him.

Out on the deck with Cayden and Asher, and Blaine sitting across from him, Kurt drinks to forget his feelings.  To forget that Blaine is Pandoras Box, and something he shouldnt touch.  Much less fathom think about opening up what could be between them.

Glass after glass of red wine is drained as Blaines intense eyes stay in him.  He doesnt stare back.  Cant give in to what he wants.  Cant take that risk.

By his fifth glass of wine, Kurt is feeling buzzed.  Feels good as he sits out under the sky with family and friends around him laughing and talking.

"Kurt," Cayden laughs, "you might want to slow down there."

"M good," Kurt mumbles as he drains the glass of wine.

"Are you sure?"  Cayden worriedly asks.  "Because you never have more than two."

"I can handle it."

An hour later, two more glasses of wine drunk, Kurt says goodbye to Cayden and Blaine as he and Asher get ready to walk home.

"You okay to walk home, Dad?"  Asher asks as they make their way to the house.

"Dont worry, Ash.  Im fine.  I can handle my liquor," he assures him with a smile.

"Are you sure?  Because youre stumbling right now."  Asher steadies his dad by getting a hold on him.

"Grounds uneven," Kurt says for an excuse.

A few minutes later, they make it back to the house.  Kurt still on his legs.  A feat he is proud of considering the world wont stop spinning.

"Im gonna go crash," Asher tells him as he heads up to the house.

"All right.  Im going to sit outside for a bit."

"You sure thats a good idea?"  Asher asks with concern to his voice.

"Dont worry.  I wont go anywhere near the water."

Hearing Asher say okay and go inside, Kurt walks down to the end of the dock and slips off his flip-flops.

He needs this.  Needs the cool, crisp air to help with the slight weariness he is feeling.  It seems that sixth and seventh glass of wine is finally catching up to him.

Sitting at the end of the dock, watching the moon reflect off the top of the lake, listening to the crickets chirping, Kurt gets startled when someone sits down next to him several minutes later.  Seeing Blaine there makes his heart race, and has him blushing; he thanks the dark that hides his red cheeks.  "Hi," he softly says.

"Hi," Blaine replies with a smile.  "Hope you dont mind me joining you.  I came over to hang with Ash, but hes passed out.  I was gonna go home; then I saw you out here.  Thought Id give you some company."

"No, its fine.  I could always use some company."  Of course, Kurt doesnt tell Blaine that hes extra thrilled that its him keeping company.  No need to embarrass himself.

"Are you drunk, Kurt?"  Blaine chuckles.

"Nope."  The word pops on Kurts lips, making him giggle.  "Just buzzed."

"Okay," Blaine laughs as he stands up and sits behind Kurt.

Kurt grins when arms wrap around his waist and pull him back against Blaines strong chest.  "What are you doing?" he asks as he rests his head back on Blaines shoulder.  A giddy smile on his face.

"Dont want you to fall in," Blaine responds.

"Would you have rescued me if I did?"

"Of course I would have."

Kurt hums at that.  "My hero," he says, words slightly slurred on his tongue.  He turns his head and kisses at Blaines neck.  The skin salty under his lips.  But with a hint of whatever lotion Blaine applied earlier that day.  Its because of the alcohol that Kurt knows he does it.  All inhibitions are gone.  Hes lost his self-control.

Its a simple, meaningless kiss.  But it still manages to stir desire and need in Kurt.

"What was that for?"  Blaines voice trembles.

Kurt nuzzles his nose where he just kissed Blaine.  Breathes in the smell of sweat mixing with that fresh cotton smell Blaine has.  "For protecting me."

For a few minutes, they sit in silence. Kurt revels in Blaines arms around him, holding him close.  He watches the water as it gently ripples.  Its calm and serene.  It has Kurt further relaxing back against Blaine.

If someone saw them and didnt know, they could easily mistake them for a couple enjoying a late night moment together.

Shifting his hips a tad, Kurt bites his lip and smiles when he feels Blaine hard against his ass.  The feeling of his cock pressing into his ass is more intoxicating and wonderful than the wine he drank.

"I like you, Blaine," Kurt suddenly says, tongue loosened by the wine.

"I know," Blaine murmurs.

"No."  Kurt lifts his head and stares into stunning eyes.  Grins.  "I like you.  I think about kissing you.  Like, all the time.  I think about you inside me.  You know why I avoided you these past couple of days?"  Kurt sees Blaine shake his head no.  "Because I had a sex dream about you.  You were fucking me.  And it was so amazing."  Kurt laughs as he drops his head back on Blaines shoulder and closes his eyes; thinks about the dream.  Thinks about Blaine inside him.  "I woke up hard.  Wanted you.  Wanted you so bad."

"Kurt."  The name is filled with longing and need when Blaine says it.

Before Blaine can say anything else, though, Kurt leans over the edge of the dock and gets sick.

A hand gently rubs over his back.  Kurt trembles as his stomach forces up everything in it.

"You okay?"  Blaine asks after it stops.

"Y-yeah," Kurt stammers.  "I think so."

His mouth taste disgusting.  All he wants to do is go lie down for the next twelve hours.  Gathering a palmful of water, he cleans his face of anything that might be on it.

"Come on," Blaine says as he carefully stands up with Kurt.  "Lets get you inside."

"Im sorry, Blaine," Kurt apologizes as he wraps an arm around his neck. "I didnt mean to ruin your night by getting sick."

Blaine stares into Kurts eyes.  Kurt feels a warmth spread over him at the look.  "Trust me, Kurt," Blaine says with a smile.  "You didnt ruin my night."

"Good."  Kurt drops his forehead to Blaines.  Sighs in relief.  "M tired, Blaine," he mumbles.

"Lets get you to bed, then."

By the time hes crawling under the covers on his bed, Kurt is so tired he instantly passes out.