The only downside to having an amazing night with Kurt is waking up to the reality of what they did the next morning.  Like waking from a dream he wants to stay in forever.

Eyes opening, bed cold and empty where Kurt slept, Blaine sits up.  Pleasure still lingers in his body like the last drizzle of an intense storm.  Close to calling out for Kurt, he closes his mouth when he hears noises coming from the kitchen.  Sheet thrown off his naked body, Blaine quietly makes his way to the bathroom to take a shower, and think.

Under the hot cascading water that soothes the aches and soreness all over his body, Blaine closes his eyes and thinks about Kurt.  He still cant believe Kurt would do something like last night for him.  That he would so willingly be with him even though it could ruin their friendship.  That thought has fear suddenly running through Blaine.  What if theyve fucked this up?  What if theyve ruined their friendship for good over his sake?  Was a night with Kurt worth the loss of their friendship?  As Blaine thinks about that, he realizes that maybe it wasnt.  Hes rather have Kurt in his life as a friend, than not have him in his life.

Covering his face with his hands and groaning, Blaine wonders how weird things will be between him and Kurt now.  Will there be unease around each other?  Will there be an awkwardness because now they know each other intimately?

Drying off after stepping out of the shower, Blaine grips the rim of the sink and stares at himself in the slightly foggy mirror.  The reflection he sees staring back at him is the same as before.  But hazel eyes framed by long lashes now hold more behind them.  Filled in them is a mixture of fear and love and want.  On top of fearing losing Kurt after last night, Blaine still loves him deeply, and cant stop the deep want he now has for him.  Because after last night, after knowing how great they are together, he wants more.

"Youre an idiot, Blaine Anderson," he mutters to himself under his breath.  Swiping his hand across the mirror to distort the image with the beads of water gathered there, he drops his head.  This is already screwing with his head.

Finished drying off as he dresses in his room, only pulling on a loose cotton shirt and pajama bottoms, he walks out to the kitchen.  He smiles, feeling his heart leap, at finding Kurt sitting at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal.  For a few uninterrupted moments, he watches Kurt as he eats spoonful after spoonful of cereal.  Not noticed by him, Blaine stands there and thinks how gorgeous Kurt is.  How he manages to look stunning in the morning even after a night like the one last night.  "Morning," he says to announce his presence before Kurt catches him and thinks him weird.

The look of absolute delight and joy that crosses Kurts face when he looks up and smiles at Blaine has Blaine smiling.

"They actually have Fruit Loops stocked in the pantry," Kurt says surprised as he pours out cereal into his bowl.

"How about Capn Crunch?"

"I think I saw a box."

In the pantry that is close to a walk-in closet, Blaine grabs the box of Capn Crunch he finds.  Sitting at the kitchen island by Kurt, pouring himself a bowl of cereal, Blaine doesnt say anything.  What can he say?  Hey, last night was fantastic. We should totally do it again and again.  Yeah right.  Kurt would just shake his head and tell him what he figures Kurt thinks last night was: that it meant nothing.  Last night for Kurt was just him helping out a friend.  It doesnt mean more for him.  No matter how much Blaine wishes differently. So, Blaine keeps his mouth shut until Kurt talks to him.  No need to let something slip that could turn things bad quick.

The only sound heard in the kitchen is that of spoons often hitting bowls, and the crunch of cereal as its eaten.  Its almost uncomfortable how silent it is between them.  Scratch that.  It is uncomfortable.  Blaine tries to think of things to say, but stops the words on his tongue mere seconds later when he thinks its not the right thing.

Blaine thinks how its only ever been like this once before.  After the incident in France.  But this different from that morning.  This morning is after a night where they went further than what happened in France.  This morning, they intimately know more about each other than yesterday.  Blaine hopes and prays that the silence doesnt last.  He knows they will have to talk about it sooner or later.

Mainly, he hates not being able to talk to his best friend like usual.

"So," Kurt finally says, breaking the uncomfortable silence.  "Did you sleep okay?"

Just like that, the tension that Blaine carried falls away for a few moments.  But he still carries the worries of what last night meant, and could cause.  "Yeah," he laughs as he nods his head.  "I slept fine.  You?"

"I slept okay," Kurt replies.  "Although, I woke up this morning and freaked out for a second because I forgot where I was."

"Kurt, about last night, I-"

"I think Im going to go to the beach," Kurt interrupts Blaine mid-sentence as he stands up.  "If you want to join me, thats fine."

Blaine just sits there a bit shocked and stunned as Kurt hastily walks away from him; as if hes sick and needs to get out as soon as possible.  Spoon clattering against the bowl as he drops it, Blaine runs his fingers through his still damp curls.  He cant believe that happened; that Kurt walked away when he brought up the night before.  Hes not sure what it means.  It does terrify him a bit, though.

With his and Kurts dirty bowls dropped into the sink, Blaine goes and sits on the bed of his room.  Laying back and staring up at the exposed rafters on the ceiling, he debates with himself if he should take up Kurts offer of joining him on the beach.  But from how Kurt sounded, he could tell he wanted to be alone for a bit.  So, he stays there.  Lies there and stares at the ceiling.  He listens to the waves of the ocean crashing to shore nearby; imagines Kurt standing at the shore as water rushes around his ankles before going in.  Turning onto his side, looking out at the scenery outside his glass-fronted wall, Blaine can just make out the beach beyond the trees.  He wishes he could be out there with Kurt right now; wishes he could join him in the water.  He mainly wishes he could do all that while holding Kurts hand; holding him close while stealing sweet kisses every few seconds.  The kind of kisses that would leave both of them giggling and smiling.  Instead, hes here lying on this big bed alone feeling like hes missing out on happiness.

When he woke up this morning, Blaine had hoped things wouldnt change between him and Kurt.  He hoped they could still be the best friends they were.  But he already knows.  He knows things have changed; that things are going to be weird and awkward.  If breakfast is anything to go by, his friendship with Kurt has majorly drifted in a direction he didnt want it to go.  He realizes his hope popped like a bubble in the air.

In desperate need to talk to someone about this, Blaine climbs off the bed and grabs his phone.  Calling Pam, he walks out on to the deck as the line rings.  Eyes often darting to the view of the beach he can just make out, Blaine feels his heart race at the possibility of seeing Kurt.

"Hows it being lazy?"  Pam chuckles.  Blaine hears the sound of typing.

"I slept with him," Blaine blurts out.  He really didnt mean to announce it like that.  But he couldnt stop himself.  The words left his mouth like they were pulled from his throat.

For a few seconds, there is silence; only the sound of them breathing.  At one point, Blaine starts to think Pam hung up on him.

"Pam?"

"Blaine."  Pam draws out a long sigh. "I told you."

"I know you did."  Blaine rubs a hand over his face and huffs.  "But..."

"But, what?  He offered to sleep with you and you couldnt refuse?"

"Pretty much.  Yes."  Blaine nods his head even though Pam cant see him.  Hes not at all surprised that Pam figured out what Kurt would have done.  Just as well as she knows him, she knows Kurt.

"I should have known this would happen.  No!  You know what, I did know this would happen," Pam says, voice rising with agitation and annoyance.  "I knew the moment you said you two would be going there alone."

"Im sorry, Pam."

"Dont apologize, Blaine.  I understand why you did it."

"You do?"  Theres an air of surprise to Blaines voice when he says that.

"You love him," Pam says.  "Of course you would want to be with him."

"Yeah, youre right."

"So, why did you call me?  It, obviously, wasnt to tell me the big news."

Blaine sits down and dunks his legs in the cool water of the pool.  For a few seconds, he thinks over what to say.  "I...I think I fucked up."

"How so?"  Pam asks in a soft, comforting voice.

"Its...weird between us, now," Blaine answers.  "He wont talk about it.  It seems like hes avoiding me so I cant bring it up."

"Blaine, if this is France all over again, I want you to end this vacation, now," Pam tells him.

"Its not France."

"How do you know?  From what you told me, it sounds like France."

"Yeah, youre right."

"You need to come back."

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  "I need..."

"What?  You need to what?"  Pam inquires.

"Just give it a few days, okay?"  Blaine ardently says.  "If things dont change, Ill come back."

"Alright," Pam agrees.  "Call me in four days.  If things dont change, I want you on a plane back here."

"Deal."

"You are my most frustrating client."

"Im your only client," Blaine laughs.

"And yet you manage to produce the stress of five clients."

"I love you, too, Pam."

"I gotta go.  But I expect that call," Pam reminds him.  "Try to at least relax and have fun while there, Blaine.  Its a vacation."

"I will.  Bye."  After hanging up with Pam, and setting the phone down on the wood deck, Blaine sits there and just thinks.  He thinks about his new relationship he now has with Kurt; thinks about how things have definitely changed.  But mainly, he thinks about these next four days.  He wonders if things can get better.  He wonders if him and Kurt can get past this.

Legs swaying in the water creating ripples, Blaine is so lost in thought that he jumps when a hand touches his shoulder.  Blaine tips his head back and looks up at Kurt, who smiles down at him.

"Sorry.  Did I scare you?  I called your name a few times," Kurt says.

For some reason, that has Blaine thinking about how Kurt sounded when he cried his name last night as he came.  It has desire and heat stirring in his body.  Something he doesnt need to be feeling right now when nothing can be done about it.  Blaine figures his mind drifts again, because Kurt says his name to get his attention.  "Im sorry.  What?"

"I asked if you were okay," Kurt chuckles.

"Yeah."  Blaine nods his head.  "Im okay."

"Good."  Kurt gives a small squeeze to Blaines shoulder.  "Im starved.  Im going to make lunch.  You hungry?"

Blaine nods his head.  After Kurt leaves, Blaine drops his head and breathes.  It seems a fire crawls over his skin from Kurts touch.  A heat consumes him.  Without much thought, Blaine grips the edge of the pool and jumps in.  Under the water, the noise of the world drowned out, he finds a weird kind of comfort and calm.  Its peaceful where it seems his troubles cant touch him.  Its under here that he relaxes.

Dripping wet as he walks inside, Blaine sees as Kurt moves around the kitchen making lunch.  He stares as Kurt sucks his thumb into his mouth and licks off whatever was on there.  It makes his body shiver with desire. When he looks up and sees him standing there, the heat spreads under Blaines skin, again.  With a simple look from Kurt, he finds himself caught up in want and need.

"Did you accidentally fall in?"  Kurt asks with a laugh.

Blaine shakes his head.

"So, you willingly jumped in?"

Blaine can discern the obvious surprise in Kurts voice as he talks.  He nods his head.

"Why?"

Because you create an all-consuming fire in me with a single touch that makes any kind of rational thought impossible, Blaine thinks but doesnt say.  "I...I was hot," he lies.

"Um...Okay," Kurt says, giving him a strange look.  "Lunch is almost ready."

Nodding his head, Blaine walks to his bedroom.  Stripping out of his wet clothes, and using the towel from that morning, Blaine dries off.  Towel wrapped around his hips, he climbs onto the bed and lays back, draping his arm over his eyes.  He needs to relax like Pam told him to.

When he opens his eyes several hours later, Blaine can see that the sun has set.  He doesnt remember falling asleep.  Wonders how long hes been out for.  But the few hours he got make him feel amazing.  After all, the few short hours the night before werent enough.

Slowly sitting up and off the bed, the towel falls off his hips.  Quickly, he gets dressed.  A few feet from his bedroom, he can make out Kurt.

At the dining table, he finds Kurt playing with a napkin ring.  In the air, Blaine can make out the smell of shrimp and lemons and assorted spices and herbs.  Its then that his stomach growls.  He hasnt eaten since breakfast, and hes starved.

"Is that dinner?"  Blaine asks as he walks up to Kurt.

Kurt startles the slightest.  "Wha-Yeah."  He nods his head.  "It should be ready."

As Kurt stands and walks over to the stove, Blaine sits down at the dining table.  Uncorking the bottle of wine on the table, he pours himself and Kurt a glass.  A plate of seafood pasta is set down in front of him.  The aroma only reminding him how hungry he is.

"Dig in," Kurt says as he sets his plate down and sits.

Thats all it takes for Blaine to start to eat like its been days.  Next to him, he hears Kurt laugh.  When he looks up, he grins as he licks his lips.  "Sorry.  Im starved."

"Im not surprised.  You slept through lunch."  Kurt grabs a shrimp by its tail and takes a bite.

"I didnt get enough sleep last night."  The moment the words leave his mouth, Blaine sees Kurt drop his gaze to his plate of food.  The happiness he saw on Kurts face quickly drains away.  "Kurt," Blaine says, dropping his fork.  It clangs against the plate loudly.  "We need to talk about it."

"Theres nothing to talk about, Blaine."  Kurt spears a shrimp.

"Why dont you want to talk about it?"  Blaine knows thats what Kurt is doing.  Hes avoiding the subject at hand as best as he can.  And hes done a great job at that so far.

"Why do we need to talk about it?  It happened, and thats that."  Blaine is surprised by how nonchalant Kurt is trying to be about all this.  Like it was nothing.  But he knows him.  He knows Kurt is doing his damnedest to keep how he feels about the night before locked away deep inside.  And he knows for sure theres something there for Kurt; that he felt something last night.  If there wasnt, he wouldnt try to avoid talking about it.  "We can move on," Kurt says.

Blaine wants to say he doesnt want to move on.  That he wants to further explore this thing they discovered was great between them.  But he doesnt want to make Kurt feel uncomfortable.  Push something on him he doesnt want.

"Were still the friends we were before, right?"  Blaine worriedly asks.

Kurt instantly looks up at Blaine.  "Of course we are," he says, trying to ease Blaines worries.  "Nothing that can happen between us will stop you from being my best friend, Blaine."  Blaine smiles when Kurt reaches out and covers his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.  "Yeah, it might be weird for a few days.  No one is saying it wont be.  But I wont let what we shared effect our friendship."

"Good," Blaine sighs.  "Because I cant lose my best friend."

"You wont."  Kurt smiles and squeezes Blaines hand again.  "Youre stuck with me for life."

"Damn!  Because my chance for a refund ran out quite a while ago," Blaine jokes, relieved when Kurt laughs.

At ease, and dinner finished, Blaine stands up and takes his empty plate to the sink.  He helps Kurt clean the dishes, a comfortable silence shared between them.  "Thanks for dinner," he says as he dries his hand on a towel.  "I forgot how great your cooking was."

"Thanks."  Kurt faces Blaine.  "And it was no problem.  You know how much I love to cook."

"I do."  Blaine stands there for several heartbeats debating what to say.  After he cant think of anything, he decides to just go back to his room.  "Im gonna lay down and check some messages."

Kurt nods his head.  "Okay.  I think Ill watch TV or something."

Tentatively leaning in to hug Kurt, arms wrapping around him, Blaine can immediately feel the unease and awkwardness between them.  And he hates that.  He hates that theres this space between Kurt and he that wasnt there before that is filling up with doubt over what to do or say.  Blaine hates that he has to watch what to say around his best friend that he never had to do before.  He hates how Kurt hasnt been his happy, carefree self today.

Maybe he should have never agreed to last night.  A night of sex is not worth losing what he has with Kurt.

"Why is this so weird?  Its just a hug."  Kurt says, stating both their thoughts.

Maybe because last time we were this close, we were naked and panting, Blaine thinks.

Blaine shrugs his shoulders as he pulls back from the awkward hug.  "You did say it would be weird for a few days.  Maybe well be back to ourselves after that."  Blaine hopes with all his might that thats what happens.  That thats what this is.  He isnt sure he could handle this being how it is around Kurt from now on.

"Maybe," Kurt agrees as he nods his head, forced smile on his lips.  "Im gonna go."

Back in his room and sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, Blaine forgoes the messages, knowing its probably just Pam telling him what he already knows; that hes an idiot who should have thought with his head instead of his dick.  Too late for that.  Distracted for a bit by playing games on his phone, he soon gets bored with that.

He starts to think about Kurt.  Blaine finds his mind drifting to memories of Kurt naked in front of him.  Eyes falling shut, and biting back a moan, Blaine feels his cock twitch in his pants as he remembers how Kurt looked as he rode him.  His long, lithe body moving on top of his; the feeling of the heat and tightness around his cock; Kurts ass he wants to bury himself inside, again.

Nearby, Blaine can barely hear whatever it is Kurt is watching on TV.  The occasional audience laugh will reach his ears.

Quickly realizing hes fantasizing about his best friend who is only feet away, Blaine stops the thoughts in his head.  Face covered with his hands and moaning, he starts to believe hes going to be making that call to Pam.  With him hung-up on Kurt, and wanting him, and with Kurt acting like nothing happened, and their friendship weird, Blaine doesnt believe this is something that can be fixed; that can go back to normal in a few days.

Quickly pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, Blaine takes a few deep breaths to relax.  Thats what this vacation was about, right? He came out here to not deal with problems for awhile.  He came out here to relax and have fun.  Instead, he finds himself sitting on top of the biggest problem of his life.  And all because of Kurt.  Theres no anger or animosity towards him for what he did for him.  He just hates that a vacation that meant to bring a calm over him is now filled with worry and doubt.

"Im such an idiot," he quietly groans to himself as he hangs his head.

The sound of the nature reaching his ears, curious as to what Kurt is doing, Blaine decides to join Kurt for a bit.  Walking over and finding him reading a book, not all that surprised by that, he sits down next to him.  Kurt smiles at him.  Its not a forced smile.  Its the kind of smile that Blaine recognizes as Kurts really happy smile; the kind that reaches his eyes and makes them crinkle a little at the corner.  That look of pure enjoyment on Kurts face when he sees him, has Blaines heart swelling with more love for Kurt.  The fact that Kurt can look at him like hes the moon to his sun makes Blaine want to fight to make it normal between them again. 

Blaine realizes right then that he doesnt want to end this trip short.  He wants to be here with Kurt.

"Mind if I join you?"  Blaine says.

"Id love to have your company," Kurt delightfully replies.

"Is that any good?"  Blaine gestures to the movie Kurt is watching.

"Im not sure yet," Kurt answers.  "Its about time travel."

Time travel?  Huh.  Blaine thinks how he wishes he could travel back to the night before and relive it all over again.  Do things differently.  Cherish every moment more.  Spend more time appreciating all of Kurt.  Kiss every inch of him like he wanted to.  Make the night last longer.

"You okay?"  Kurt looks up at Blaine and asks after thirty minutes of them sitting there not saying a word between them.

"Oh...Yeah," Blaine answers as he minutely nods his head.

Blaine thinks how it shouldnt be like this between Kurt and he.  It should be easy like its always has been.  There shouldnt be this space tinged with doubt between them.  All because of a single night, things have drastically changed.

"Kurt?"  Blaine softly whispers.

Soft, even breathing is the reply Blaine receives as he finds Kurt slumped against the armrest asleep.  Book slipping from Kurts hand, Blaine grabs it and sets it on the table in front of the couch.  Standing there, Blaine hears the waves of the ocean crash to shore.  The sound of birds mixes in, making it a perfect soundtrack to the beauty of where theyre staying.

Blaine gazes at Kurt as he sleeps.  He looks peaceful and serene.  Still beautiful.  Always beautiful to him.  Thats something he knows will never change.

Gently lifting Kurt up in his arms, smiling when Kurt wraps his arms around his neck, burying his face in the curve of his neck, unintelligently mumbling something, Blaine walks with him to his room.  He lays Kurt on his bed; pulls the sheet over his body.  Once hes sure hes comfortable and asleep, Blaine goes back to his room and flops down on the bed.  Head buried in his pillows, Blaine is unable to stop thinking about Kurt, and how much of an affect he has on him.

"Youre an idiot, Blaine Anderson," he mumbles to himself.