When he rolls over, Blaine startles awake at someone else in bed with him.  For a second, his still half-asleep mind goes to a stalker, or something worse.  But taking a look down as he sits up in surprise, he finds Kurt looking up at him.

"Hi," Kurt softly says.

"Holy fucking shit!"  Blaine exclaims as he falls back on the bed.  Hand on his chest, he can feel the rapid beating of his heart under his fingers.  Next to him, he hears Kurts quiet chuckle that makes him smile.  That sound has always brought him peace and happiness.  He likes that hes making Kurt laugh, even if its at his own expense.

"Sorry," Kurt apologizes, voice still carrying his laughter from seconds before.  Without having to look, Blaine knows hes smiling.  He can easily imagine his soft, pink lips stretched into an amused little smile.  "I didnt mean to scare you."

"Its okay," Blaine exhales.  "You just surprised me is all."  Under his fingers, Blaine can feel as his heart returns to its normal pace.  "I wasnt expecting you there."

"I gathered as much," Kurt says.  "But you did say it was fine for me to join you."

That has Blaine looking at Kurt.  Eyes blue like the ocean before a storm stare at him with amusement in them.  And just as he suspected, Kurt wears a smile on his face.  Blaine thinks about how he would love more than anything to lean over and kiss that smile away.

"I said that?  When?"

Kurt furrows his brows as he thinks. "I came over here close to three in the morning."  Blaine intently stares as Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick his lips.  "I asked if I could sleep with you. You made a noise that sounded like something close to approval before scooting over.  I guess you were still asleep."  Kurt laughs.

"It was probably an automatic response from when you constantly crawled into bed with me at night that summer we were sixteen."  Blaine recalls how that first night Kurt scared him half to death by climbing through his window and climbing into bed with him.  That summer, it became normal for Blaine to be woken not long after he fell asleep to Kurt crawling into bed with him.  He loved those nights.  Holding Kurt close when he was just realizing what he never noticed before.  At the time, Kurt never said why he did what he did.  Blaine never questioned it.  And to this day, he hasnt.  He appreciated having Kurt close and didnt want to lose that.

"I remember that.  I loved that so much.  Too bad my dad caught me, though," Kurt huffs.

Blaine turns onto his side facing Kurt.  Theres still some space between them, physically and metaphorically speaking.  But with the hope he has, Blaine hopes to change that.  Because Kurt is still his best friend and he doesnt want to lose him.  "I loved having you with me. I remember you talking a lot in your sleep."

"What did I say?"

"Once, you gave me the recipe for chocolate chocolate chip pancakes with strawberry sauce," Blaine tells him with a chuckle.

"Oh, god!"  Kurt covers his face with his hand out of embarrassment.  Blaine can see the flush to his cheeks.

"Ive always thought it was cute that you talk in your sleep."

"I dont know why I do that."  Kurt takes his hand away.  Blaine still sees the flush high on his cheeks.  "No one else in my family does it.  That I know of.  I never said anything else?"  Kurt asks, voice taking on a serious tone.  "Anything specific?"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  "Should I have been listening for something specific?"

"No."  Blaine can hear the relief to Kurts voice with that one word.  It has him curious as to what Kurt feared he might have said.

"Can I ask why you came over last night?"

"I dont know this place.  I needed to be somewhere where I felt at home; safe," Kurt answers.  "I wanted to be close to you."

At hearing that, Blaine hesitantly asks, "Are we good, Kurt?"

"We were never anything else, Blaine," Kurt tells him as he reaches out and cups Blaines face.

"What about yesterday?"  Blaine trembles as Kurt strokes his thumb over his cheek.

"I think I just needed a day to...think."

"What about?"  Blaine asks as he takes Kurts hand cupping his face and brings it down to rest on the bed between them, lacing their fingers together.

"Stuff," Kurt replies.

"What stuff?"

"Just...Us.  And me," Kurt says in a small voice, dropping his gaze from Blaine to the uninteresting rumples in the sheet.

"What about us?"  Of course, Blaines mind automatically goes straight to something bad.  How could it not.  Here he dealt with Kurt distancing himself from him after their night shared together.  So, his mind is going to go to Kurt realizing his mistake.  But Blaine has to remind himself that Kurt is here right now.  Kurt willingly came over and crawled into bed with him in the middle of the night.  That alone is enough to let Blaine know Kurt doesnt still feel the same as he did yesterday.

"Its nothing bad," Kurt assures him after hearing the fear in his voice.  "Its good."

"Like what?"  Blaine probes, needing to know what is running through Kurts mind; what hes thinking.

"How I never want to lose you no matter what.  I mean that, Blaine," Kurts voice getting serious.  "No matter what happens between us: fights or sex or another person, Ill always want you to be my best friend.  My number one person.  I love you.  Youre so important to me in so many ways."

"Youre important to me, too," Blaine replies, corner of his mouth turning up into a smile.  He wishes he could tell Kurt just how important he is to him.  That without him, he would have gone insane in this business hes in.  That he loves him for keeping him grounded and real when he could have easily become someone hes not after being thrust under the intense spotlight of Hollywood.  How he loves him for supporting him on this crazy ride that is his life.  For Blaine, Kurt is the most important thing in his life.  And hes so grateful that hes not losing him like he feared he would yesterday.

"Why did you act like it didnt happen?"  Blaine hesitantly asks, afraid Kurt might get angry over the question.

"Because..." Kurt trails off with a huff of breath.

In ocean blue eyes, Blaine can see the worry and doubt that fills them.  He watches as Kurt worries his bottom lip between his teeth.  "Its okay, Kurt," Blaine says in a soft voice as he reaches over and places his thumb over Kurts bottom lip to stop him.  "I wont get mad or upset."

"Its not that," Kurt whispers in reply.

"Then what?"

"I acted like it didnt happen because..." Kurt trails off once more.  Blaine can see the debate hes having with himself over whether he should say whats on his mind or not.

"You know what, its fine," Blaine says, making the decision for him.  "You dont have to tell me."  Blaine sees the relief instantly come to Kurts face.  "You have your reasons for doing what you did.  I dont need to know."

Kurt closes the space between them. When Kurt leans close, their noses brushing, mouths inches apart, Blaine feels his heart race at how close Kurt is to kissing him.  Gazing into eyes filled with wonder and delight, he leans forward just the slightest, but bites back a groan as Kurt smiles and kisses his cheek.  Its then that Blaine knows hell probably never experience another kiss from Kurt.  Hell never know the press of his soft lips to his again.  And that breaks his heart a little.  But hell live with it.  Hell muster the strength he needs to go on just being Kurts friend.  If thats the only way he can have Kurt in his life, then so be it.  Its better than nothing.

After the kiss to his cheek, Blaine watches as Kurt turns around and presses his back to his front.

"Hold me, Blaine," Kurt whispers.  "I want to feel safe."

"Okay," Blaine softly replies as he drapes an arm over Kurts side.  Thats something he can definitely, and happily, do.  Its holding Kurt and breathing in the smell of peaches that he falls back to sleep knowing theyre good once again.  The weirdness and awkwardness of the day before between them quickly gone like a snowflake melting on a tongue.

As he sleeps with Kurt in his arms, Blaine dreams of a different world where Kurt and he are together.

"Lets go to the beach," Kurt says the moment Blaine opens his eyes several hours later.

On his back, Kurt next to him lying on his side staring at him, Blaine rubs the sleep from his eyes as he yawns.  For a second, it confuses him as to why Kurt is in his bed.  But the memory of several hours before comes back.

"Right now?"  Blaine asks with a tired voice.

"No, not right now.  Its too hot," Kurt laughs.  "Later."

"Alright.  Later," Blaine agrees.  He looks at Kurt who looks as if hes been awake for some time.  Theres a happiness and glow to him that wasnt there yesterday; that, actually, wasnt there a few hours ago.  Blaine wonders what changed since they fell asleep.  "Were you watching me sleep?" he playfully accuses.

"Maybe," Kurt laughs.

"Creep," Blaine teases.

"I know."

"Kurt Hummel.  Now I know what name to put on the restraining order," Blaine jokes.

"Blaine Anderson.  Now I know what name to cross off my Christmas list," Kurt counter-replies with a grin.

"You wouldnt?"  Blaine says, pretending to be hurt.

"I would."  Kurt nods his head as he laughs.

"Well then, I guess out friendship is done."  Blaine acts as if hes sulking and upset.  Next to him, Kurt playfully glares.

"Fine.  I needed a new friend anyways," Kurt responds as he sits up.  "One who will appreciate my creepiness."

Blaine laughs when Kurt sticks his tongue out at him.  But before Kurt can leave the bed, he reaches out and grabs him, pulling him back.  Kurt lets out a delighted scream.  "Aww, Kurt, I totally appreciate you creepily watching me while I slept," Blaine says with a short laugh.

"Good.  Because I do a great job at it," Kurt jokes.  "Now let me go so I can go clean up before breakfast.  Or is it lunch?"  Kurt curiously questions.

A look at the clock says its close to one-thirty in the afternoon.  "Lunch," Blaine answers.

"Eh.  Food is food no matter when its served."  Kurt steps off the bed.

At the mention of food, Blaine realizes hes starving.  And even though its lunchtime, the thought of syrup drenched pancakes sounds delicious to him.  "How do pancakes sound?" he asks Kurt.

"Perfect."  Kurt looks at him over his shoulder and smiles.  "You know Ive always enjoyed eating breakfast when its technically not breakfast time."

"I know."  Blaine sits up and watches as Kurt stretches.  He stares at the sliver of pale skin that is revealed when Kurts shirt rides up his stomach as he raises his arms above his head.  "I particularly remember a peach filled crepe dinner not too long ago.  Out of the blue, you show up at my front door close to ten at night holding grocery bags saying you wanted to make crepes."

A solemn look passes Kurts face.  "Ben had just broken up with me," he admits with sadness to his voice.  "I needed comfort.  I needed my friend.  I needed you."

"Kurt."  The word is filled with heaviness as Blaine scoots to be closer to Kurt who leans back against the bed.  When blue eyes filled with a pain that Blaine feels look at him, Blaine just wants to scoop Kurt up in his arms and hold him; protect him from further heartache.  "Why didnt you tell me?"

Blaine recalls how happy Kurt seemed to be that night.  How he seemed to exude an enthusiasm for something; looked like he was ready to fly if he could.  Looking back on that great night, Blaine would have never figured Kurt had a relationship just end.  It would have been the last reason he would have guessed for Kurt showing up like he did.

"Because, I wanted..." Kurt trails off with that same sadness to his voice.  But there is hesitancy, also, to his voice.

"Wanted, what?"  Blaine says after a few heartbeats of silence.

Blue eyes stare into his.  Blaine feels as if Kurt is seeing right into his soul; is seeing that his life is nothing without him.  "I wanted to be happy," Kurt softly says as a small smile appears on his lips.  Blaine knows thats now what Kurt was going to say.  But he doesnt press the matter further.  "I knew you would do that.  And you did."

Blaine tentatively reaches up and ghosts his thumb over Kurts slightly parted pink lips; follows his smile; how his lips turn up the minutest at the corner.  The brush of warm breath on his thumb sends a shiver along his spine.  He knows he shouldnt be doing this.  This is intimate.  This is something done between lovers.  Not friends.  This is pushing the boundary of safe they just reinserted themselves into this morning after the events of yesterday.  But as Kurt doesnt stop him, Blaine runs his thumb along Kurts lower lip.

"Ill always be there to make you happy, Kurt.  If you let me," Blaine tells him as he drops his hand from Kurts mouth.  The words hold a double meaning.  But he knows Kurt will only take it the one way.  "Your happiness matters more to me than anything."

"Thanks."  Eyes fall shut, and Blaine bites back any noise he might make as Kurt leans in and kisses his cheek, again.  The press of lips to warm flesh of his cheek makes him tremble.  The touch igniting a want so great, Blaine is unsure how hell be able to ignore it.  "I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispers into his ear.  For the briefest of moments, Blaine lets himself imagine that Kurt means that in a different way.  But when he follows the words by saying hes his best friend, Blaine lets that image go.

No matter how much he wants it, Kurt and he just are not meant to be more than the friends they are.

"Come on," Kurt says as he takes a step away from the bed.  "Im hungry, and those pancakes sound delicious right about now."

Blaine wastes no time in following Kurt out of the room and to the bathroom to clean up.

After a very late lunch of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Blaine sits on the couch a couple hours later, legs stretched out and feet resting on the table in front of him, and with Kurts head resting in his lap as he reads a book.  Unable to fully leave his work behind, Blaine takes a few minutes to scroll through messages from Pam on his phone.

"Pam says hi," Blaine tells Kurt as he lazily runs his fingers through Kurts hair.

"Is that all?"  Kurt lays his book on his chest.

Blaine nods his head.

"Im surprised.  I figured she would have had more to say to me."

"What do you mean?"  Blaine looks from his phone to Kurt.

"I know you told her, Blaine," Kurt says, not sounding mad or upset.  Blaine sees him look at him with understanding.  "You needed someone to talk to about what happened, and since the person you usually go to was the other half of the equation, you called the next person you could trust."

Blaine grins and shakes his head at how well Kurt knows him.  But that isnt surprising since hes known him since he was eight.  "Youre right.  I needed to talk to someone who would listen," he tells Kurt.

"Ouch," Kurt whispers in a hurt tone.

"Im sorry," Blaine is quick to apologize.

"No, dont apologize.  I know I deserved that.  I was a jerk yesterday."  Kurt closes his book and sits up.  "She isnt mad at me?"

"No."  Blaine shakes his head.  "I think she was more upset with me for agreeing to what happened since she knows-" Blaine bites his tongue when he realizes just how close he was to telling Kurt how he feels about him.

"Since she knows what?"  Kurt asks with confusion and curiosity.

"Nothing," Blaine answers as he shakes his head.  "Its nothing.  So, shes not mad at you."

Blaine sees as Kurt debates if he should buy his answer or inquire further.  But he breathes a sigh of relief when Kurt smiles.

"Good," Kurt says as he lies back down and opens his book.  "I dont want Pam thinking I took advantage of our friendship to help you out."

"Isnt that what you did?"  Blaine chuckles.

"Technically: Yes.  But she need not know that."

Blaine can see the grin on Kurts face.

Attention turned back to his phone, Blaine laughs to himself as fans try to figure out where he is.  "I think I should tweet so people dont think Im dead," he says as he continues to read tweets about him.  The things people are guessing about him and where he could be range from innocent to really out there.

Its always amused him how people can be so curious about him.  He doesnt think hes anything special outside of work.  He has a normal life like anybody else.  Theres nothing scandalous or crazy about him that will be of interest to others.  Besides him accidentally revealing he was a virgin, theres been no other big headline about his private life.  But people seem to be interested in every move he makes.  He gets it, though.  He is fans of other celebrities and loves knowing what they are up to.

"People think youre dead?"  Kurt asks without looking up from his book.

To answer Kurts question, Blaine holds the phone in front of Kurts face so he can read a tweet.

"Wow!"  Kurt says slightly surprised.  "They sure can jump to conclusions."

"Like I said, I need to tweet.  So, sit up."  Blaine nudges Kurts shoulder.

"Why do I need to sit up?  Youre the one that needs to take the picture," Kurt grumbles as he sits up anyways.

"So I can take a picture with you."

"I dont want to take a picture."

"Dont worry.  It wont be a picture of your ugly mug," Blaine jokes as he has Kurt lift his feet up and rest on the table next to his.

"I hit the lottery with getting you as a best friend," Kurt laughs as he rests his head on Blaines shoulder.

"Im a four hundred million dollar ticket."  Blaine smirks.

"More like a scratch-off worth five bucks," Kurt teases.  "Come on, lets take this picture."

Lifting his phone so the screen shows his and Kurts feet next to each other with the beautiful view of the yard and trees beyond them, Blaine snaps a quick picture.

"I think thats good," Blaine says.  "Ill just tweet that real quick."

"What are you writing?"  Kurt asks after hearing Blaine type something out.

"Enjoying this view with the best person I know."  Shutting his phone of so he doesnt deal with the aftermath of his tweet, Blaine drops his head back on the couch.  He turns his head and gazes at Kurt who looks at him with a light and happiness to his beautiful eyes.

It amazes Blaine once again how stunningly gorgeous Kurt is.  In his line of work, hes worked and met some good looking men.  But none of those guys have ever come close, have ever compared to the beauty of Kurt.  Unlike some of those other guys, Kurt is beautiful inside and out. Blaine knows a part of the reason he loves him is because of his heart, and how compassionate he is.  He knows hell never meet someone that will ever compare to Kurt.

"What are you thinking, Blaine Anderson?"  Kurt asks.

"Just that Im glad that were here at this beautiful place," Blaine lies, knowing there is no way in hell he would tell Kurt his true thoughts.  And he knows this isnt normal.  Not for them.  There still seems to be something between Kurt and he.  He cant quite put his finger on what it is.  But its there.  Its nothing like the day before.  Theres no weirdness or awkwardness.  Thankfully, that is gone.  No, this is different.

"It is beautiful," Kurt comments as he looks out at the view.

"Yeah.  It is," Blaine adds as he stares at Kurt.

"Oh," Kurt suddenly says as he leaps up from the couch at hearing his phone ring.  "Thats my dad."

"Tell him I said hi," Blaine calls to him as he races to his room where his phone is.

Alone while Kurt stays in his room to talk to his dad, Blaine gets restless just sitting there doing nothing.  Antsy to go out and do something, he figures a nice long run will make him feel better.  Twenty minutes later in running clothes and shoes, earplugs to his iPod in, and Imagine Dragons playing to pump him up, Blaine goes down to the beach.  Quickly, he stretches under the clear blue sky and warm sun that shines down on him before setting off.

As he runs, the last of the tension and worry he felt, still carried, about Kurt drains away.  He runs to wear out his body to the point he can no longer feel the heat and desire he has for Kurt.  He runs to forget for a few hours that he cant have what he wants most in his life.  He pushes himself to the point where he feels as if he might pass out.

What seems like hours later, exhausted as he plops down on the sand, lungs feeling as if theyre on fire each time he pulls in a deep breath, legs tired and shaky, and unable to hold him up any longer, drenched in sweat, Blaine watches the calm ocean waters.  Earplugs removed, he listens as small waves crash to shore every few seconds.  Just on the horizon, the sun barely starts to set.  It throws an array of oranges and yellows, and reds on the rippling water.

Hes not sure how long he sits there staring at the beautiful view in front of him.  Slowly, Blaine feels his heart start to slow back to its normal, rhythmic beating.  The fire that seemed to be in his lungs with each breath he took starts to subside, too.  Aside from the ache that seems to encompass every inch of his body. Blaine feels alive.  The run seemed to revitalize and wake him up.  He feels amazing.

"My dad told me to tell you that he loved the picture."

Blaine smiles at the sound of Kurts voice behind him.  "Im a regular Ansel Adams," he jokes.

"I dont know about that," Kurt teases as he sits down next to Blaine in the sand.

The brush of Kurts arm against his has the desire he just ran out reignite like a raging fire almost out.  It tingles under his skin in an way he cant ignore; like an electric current that constantly runs through him in the most sensual way possible.  Even with his body tired and sore and exhausted, he wants Kurt.  He wants him just as much as he wanted him three hours ago.

"You telling me Im a bad photographer?"  Blaine playfully accuses, ignoring the heat curling in his belly.

"Im just saying to stick to acting.  Less chance of reject now that youre famous."

"Give it to me easy."  Blaine snorts as he laughs.

"What kind of friend would I be if I told you lies," Kurt says.  "You need honesty in your life.  Keeps you humble."

"Im guessing you nominated yourself for that job?"

"Yup.  Who better than your best friend."

"Oh, God, Kurt Hummel, how did I ever find you?"  Blaine laughs out as he lies back on the warm sand.

"You saw me in my yard and came over," Kurt answers as he lies back on the sand himself.  "You remember that day?"  Kurt asks as he looks to Blaine.

"How could I forget?"

As a smile spreads across his face at the memory, Blaine goes back to being eight years old and just moved into a new neighborhood.  Terrified at being the new kid in a place he didnt know, the friends he had gone, he was afraid he wouldnt make any new friends.  It wasnt until a few days later that he saw the cutest boy hed ever seen sitting at a play table set up in his front yard.  Almost instantly, he felt himself drawn to the boy.  Blaine knew he had to know him; he had to talk to him.  And making the choice to go over is one of the best decisions hes ever made in his life.

"You were having a tea party with all your stuffed toys."

"You asked if you could join me," Kurt adds with a smile.  Blaine can see that hes remembering that day, as well.

"I sat down, and the rest is history."

"Thats one of the best days of my life," Kurt admits.

"Me, too," Blaine replies.

For a few minutes afterward, they dont talk.  They just lie there and listen to the occasional wave crash to shore, or the wind rustling the trees behind them.  Its calming and peaceful.

"God, I hate the beach," Kurt annoyingly comments as he sits up after several minutes.

Blaine laughs out loud as he sits up himself.  "What about earlier when you wanted to come out here?"

"I momentarily forget how much I dislike getting sand everywhere."

"Why come with me to a small island, then?"  Blaine sits up, brushing off the sand that clings to his skin.

"Because you practically begged me," Kurt reminds him as he holds up his hand.  "Besides, how could I leave my friend to himself."

Taking Kurts hand, Blaine pulls him.  Stumbling a little when Kurt falls against him, Blaine wraps his other arm around Kurts waist to hold him steady.  With Kurt so close, his body perfectly fitting against his, the want for him burns stronger.  Its feels like someone added gasoline to the fire that burns under his skin, and all he wants to do is stoke the flames by having Kurt.

Staring into Kurts eyes, his face so close Blaine can smell the peppermint flavored lip balm Kurt used, Blaine sees a flicker of something cross Kurts eyes.  Almost immediately, Blaine recognizes it as want.  At first he thinks hes just going crazy.  That he imagined it.  But when he sees it again, Blaine knows for sure that thats what he sees.  Its there as Kurt licks his lower lip.  Its there as Kurt keeps his eyes on him and starts to move in.

As he notices Kurt slowly lean in toward him, Blaine feels his heart race a mile a minute in his chest.  He cant believe this is happening.  He cant believe Kurt is about to kiss him.  This is everything he could hope and dream for.  It almost seems too good to be true; like its a dream.  Even if it is, Blaine doesnt want to wake up.

Breathing like he just finished his run, Blaine licks his lower lips.

"Kurt," Blaine quietly sighs in a hopeful way even though his voice is filled with surprise.

Suddenly, Blaine feels Kurt go still in his arms.  Kurt stops mere inches from kissing him, and Blaine wants to close those last few inches.

Kurts lips slightly part as he breathes heavy.  Blaine feels him tremble in his arms.  It makes him think about their shared night, and how Kurts body shook in his arms as he came.  But a few seconds, Kurts trembling body is out of his grasp as Kurt pulls away from him.  "Im sorry," he apologizes.

"Its fine."  Blaine takes a step back, needing to put space between Kurt and him.

"No, that was stupid of me.  It shouldnt have happened."  Kurt takes a few steps away from Blaine, putting even more space between them.

Blaine can see that Kurt is retreating from him; hes backing away like he did the day before, and Blaine doesnt want that.  It has worry forming.  So, he closes the space between them and pulls Kurt in for a tight embrace.  "Dont, Kurt," he sharply says into Kurts ear.  "Dont pull away again.  I wont let you."

"Okay," Kurt quietly laughs as he relaxes against Blaine.

As Kurt nuzzles his face in the slope of his neck, Blaine holds him close, glad that this isnt a repeat of the day before.  He isnt sure he could handle Kurt pulling away from him again.  Once was too much.  And as Kurt further relaxes in his arms, Blaine feels what little worry he had fall away.

"Im hungry," Kurt mumbles into Blaines ear.

"How about we go inside, and after I take a shower, we can start dinner," Blaine suggests.

"That sounds great."

As he walks up the beach back to the villa, Kurt by his side, Blaine does his best to not think about Kurt almost kissing him.  Because when he does, it causes a ray of hope to bloom in his chest.  He doesnt want to think about what it means.  What it could mean about Kurt, and how he feels for him.  Because thinking about it only causes that sliver of hope he has to grow, and he doesnt want to put too much hope on something that will probably never happen.

~

In bed with the sheet resting low around his waist later that night, glad he decided to opt to just wear boxer-briefs to bed, half-asleep, burrowing his face further into his pillow, Blaine tiredly chuckles when he feels Kurt crawl into bed with him.

"Am I going to start charging you rent for sharing my bed?" he jokes as he lies on his side and lets Kurt scoot back into him.  He holds back the moan that wants to fall from his lips when he realizes Kurts only wearing underwear as well.

"Dont.  For Im a poor lad looking for the warmth and company of a good friend," Kurt jokes in a terrible English accent as he grabs Blaines arm and wraps it around himself.

"I guess youve come to the right spot then."  Blaine pulls Kurt in closer to him.  With his hand resting on Kurts chest, he feels the rhythmic beating of Kurts heart under his palm.  "We should work on your English accent, though," Blaine tells him with a chuckle.

"Oh!  You like that, then?"  Kurt laughs as he covers Blaines hand on his chest with his own.

"I hope you arent counting on landing any upcoming roles that requires you to speak with it."

"So, I shouldnt hold out hope for a callback about that new period piece set in London?"

"No."

"Damn," Kurt playfully huffs.

Blaine laughs as he nuzzles his nose in the back of Kurts neck.  He breathes in that familiar smell of him mixing with the smell of the sea-salt that still lingers on his skin.  Without thinking, he places an innocent kiss to the back of Kurts neck.  And when Kurt slightly trembles against his body like he did earlier on the beach, a small gasp falling from his lips, Blaine feels his hope grow even more even though he knows he shouldnt let it.  But he cant help himself.  From what almost happened on the beach, and to how Kurt reacted just now, its fairly easy to let his hope grow.

"Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine whispers into Kurts ear.

"N-night...Goodnight, Blaine," Kurt says, tripping over his words a bit.