Saturday brought Kurt's first day with nothing to do. He had spent the other mornings walking around Cape May and learning about the city. Even though he swore he would not, he had started to fall in love with the architecture and charm about the small town. There were so many houses that were restored to their prime condition and then painted a cotton candy color that Kurt wanted to see them all.

He was slowly becoming more comfortable in the town, though he still remained a slight bit of a loner. Meg always offered to accompany him wherever he went, but Kurt liked the idea of being alone with his thoughts and the ocean breeze.

He had even taken a walk on the beach, though managed to stay far away from the ocean. He was more comfortable in this city. His mind was allowed to wander and he wasn't constantly thinking about potential dangers. He knew that the people around him were not all good, loving people who saw the world as an amazing place, but he also knew that people were generally in a better mood while they were on vacation.

He could stand out and not seem out of place here.

Kurt walked down the steps and saw Meg attempting to dust the plants in the front foyer. "Good morning," he said as he laughed at her attempts to wipe down every leaf, "you realize they make things to do that with, right?"

"I do," she wiped off several more, "but I was waiting for you to wake up so I could give you the job I don't want to do."

Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Which would be? I'm not fishing another dead squirrel out of the pond. You'll have to wait for Puck again."

Meg put her hands on her hips, "I feed you my food, give you my bed, provide you with my love and THIS is how you repay me?" She dramatically rolled her eyes, "I cannot believe I put up with this."

Kurt leaned against the wall and watched as she pretended to cry, her shoulders heaving. "What do I have to do? It better not involve corpses."

"Go pick up the rent from the boys," she said, all signs of fake crying completely gone.

"Why don't you want to do that?" Kurt squinted his eyes, trying to figure out if Meg was up to another one of her plans.

"Because it smells like boy in there." Meg straightened her shirt, "and it is no place for a lady."

"So you make me go into the germ-infested house?" Kurt shook his head, "what if I refuse?"

"You won't," Meg said simply, "But you need to go like…now."

"I need to go get dressed!" Kurt started panicking for no reason, "I can't go looking like this!"

Meg continued dusting, "Yes. You have to look good for Blaine."

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks on the steps, "Excuse me?"

Meg's face drained, "I'm sorry…I just assumed you were going off with him when you went for walks…I didn't…"

Kurt felt the tension leave his body as he sighed – there were no rumors. "No, it's fine. He has a girlfriend, you know?"

A shadow passed over Meg's face, "He does?"

"Indeed."

Meg watched as Kurt walked up the rest of the steps, confusion still etched all over her face.

Kurt quickly pulled on a pair of tight khakis, boat shoes, and a collared shirt. He didn't want to attract too much attention from the boys.

He barreled down the stairs by Meg who was still dusting the same plant, "I'm off to the house," he called over his shoulder, "then to get coffee with Rachel!"

Meg nodded as she pulled away from the gleaming plant.

The walk to the boy's house took him nearly fifteen minutes, but he strolled along to examine the neighborhoods. The boys lived right on the very corner of the beach before it turned into the bay. The house stood on stilts and was still fairly run down.

He took in a great breath and walked toward the house, knocking briskly on the door.

Sam opened the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, "Hey Kurt! You here for the rent?"

Kurt nodded and tried not to gag. Meg was right, they did smell like boys. "I am. Is everyone home?"

Sam motioned for him to come in the house and nodded, pulling the toothbrush from his mouth and swallowing.

Kurt once again fought the urge to gag.

Sam led him through the house that was scattered with beer cans, clothes, pizza boxes, and cups. "Everyone is here. Blaine's asleep yet."

Kurt couldn't help but smile to himself – he wouldn't have to see Blaine. He still couldn't fight the slight discomfort he had around Blaine. Rachel had said he was a complete jerk and while Kurt knew Rachel was a drama queen, it still made him worry.

If Kurt were being honest, Blaine was the only part of Cape May that made him uncomfortable.

"Okay boys, pay up!" Sam threw money into Kurt's hands and continued walking through to his room.

Puck looked up from his sandwich and groaned, "Oh man. Is it that time already?"

Kurt nodded, "Sorry."

"It's not your fault man," Puck threw his sandwich to the plate, "You might as well come up with me. You're going to wake up Blaine."

"Oh…I…" Kurt stammered, "Don't you have his?"

"Nope. And he's NOT a morning person," Puck looked back at Mike who followed them silently, "Right Mike?"

Mike grinned quickly before dropping his face back to serious, "Oh totally. A real bear."

Kurt swallowed thickly – this was not what he needed. "Okay, whatever."

Puck opened his door and Kurt could smell the stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something else that he couldn't name wafting from the door. Puck's room was a complete mess but a red guitar sat untouched by the grime. His wall was adorned with half naked women that were bending over or leaning forward. "Here you go, Hummel. Pleasure doing business with your Aunt."

Kurt laughed a little before moving to Mike. Mike's room was open and though there were no odors, his room was just as messy. Kurt could see at least eight pairs of sneakers lying within the mess. He had several posters of movies that Kurt at least recognized the name of them.

"So...Blaine?" he asked nervously, "I can always come back…"

"Nah. He needs to wake up. He kept us all up last night playing that freaking guitar of his." Puck pointed to a white door, the only one not adorned with a poster, "He's in there."

Kurt turned toward the door and started walking when he heard the thundering of their feet down the steps.

Kurt knocked on the door lightly, not meeting any response. He knocked again, more loudly, but nothing happened. Sighing, Kurt pushed the door gently. He'd do it like a band-aid. He'd get the money and leave quickly.

Kurt was surprised to smell vanilla as he opened the door. He was first surprised at the cleanliness of the room. It was much smaller than the rooms of the other boys. The walls were a slate blue and the one window was filtering in sunlight. A guitar leaned against the only night stand in the room. The bed was small with a navy comforter.

But what shocked Kurt was what was lying in the bed:

A very naked Blaine.

He was on his stomach, arms wrapped around a pillow. The sunlight filtering through paned window gleamed off of his contoured back as Kurt's eyes traveled down from his messy mop of curls, his breath catching slightly. His eyes continued downward traveling the rest of Blaine's visible body, which was in fact most of it. Kurt couldn't help but notice that Blaine had a very nice ass as he paused to admire the hottest, and most beautiful, ass he had ever seen. If he had believed in a higher power, he would have believed God himself had sculpted it by hand.

Kurt squealed when he realized he was staring and grabbed the comforter that had been pushed down toward the bottom of the bed and was grazing his lightly haired thighs just below the juncture where his butt met them and threw it around Blaine's waist. If he didn't know Kurt saw him, he wouldn't get offended and do something against Kurt.

Kurt quickly shook Blaine's shoulder, trying not to pay attention to the serene look on his face and the adorable tangled curls, "Blaine! Blaine!"

Blaine's eyes opened slowly and blinked, a smile spreading out along his face, "Kurt?"

"Yeah...I um, I'm here for the rent?" Kurt grinned back weakly.

Blaine's arms snapped down around his waist, grabbing at the blanket. He sighed in relief when he seemingly realized that the blanket was in place.

Good, he didn't know.

Blaine wiggled up awkwardly, his arms still pinned to his side, "Yeah…I uhm, I have it. Can you just hand me that jar?" Blaine pointed to a jar on the window.

Kurt quickly covered the small room and grabbed the jar.

Blaine opened the lid, squinting against the light, "It's kind of bright for before 7, isn't it?"

Kurt hated when people tried to make small talk, but he couldn't help himself, "Maybe because it's 11?"

Blaine yelped, "WHAT?" He scrambled out of bed, using only his hands to block himself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just…I need to get to work."

Blaine pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and jumped a few times, seemingly forgetting that Kurt was in the room.

Kurt noted that he went commando.

He threw a v-neck on and slipped on flip flops, "I'm sorry, this is so rude, but I have to! Just…just count out the money you need. I trust you!" With that, Blaine slipped out of the room and ran down the steps, somehow making more noise than the other two boys.

He heard their cackles as the door slammed.

Kurt grabbed the half opened jar and pulled the lid off. The small jar was completely stuffed with circled bills. He fished them out and counted out the rent. He glanced at the rest. Blaine had quite a bit of money saved up – nearly $2,000.

Kurt wanted to hit Blaine and tell him to put the money into a bank account. He wanted to tell him how dangerous it was to have a jar sitting around filled with money. But he simply screwed the lid back on and placed it on the window.

Kurt glanced around the room, the nightstand held a lamp and a photograph. Kurt picked it up and examined the faces.

There was a man wearing a well-tailored suit, gelled hair, and a grim look on his face. Kurt knew that had to be Blaine's father. The woman next to him was short with curly black hair and a kind face. She was grinning from ear to ear, a small boy on her waist. There was a taller boy standing in front of the father, his blue eyes standing out from the photograph. Kurt looked back at the boy the woman was holding and realized with a start that it was Blaine. The little boy was peering out from under his arm, his curls wild and untamed. He wore red shorts, sneakers, and a striped shirt.

Kurt couldn't help but think they were the strangest looking family he'd ever seen. They seemed out of sync and disconnected.

Kurt realized that he had probably spent too much time in Blaine's room and put the photograph back on the nightstand. He didn't know why, but he decided to quickly make Blaine's bed.

Kurt jogged down the steps, "Thanks!" he said to the boys who were sitting and watching television.

"What did you do to Blaine?" Puck asked through a beer can.

"Nothing? He had to work."

Puck had a puzzled look on his face but said nothing.

Kurt walked out of the house and turned blindly to walk down the concrete path by the ocean. He didn't expect to bump into a solid person.

"Woah!" a familiar voice said and grabbed his arms to steady him, "I'm sorry, Kurt!"

Kurt looked into the green eyes and saw Blaine, slightly sweaty and panting, before him.

"Work?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

"I um…didn't have work today. I thought it was a weekday. I only work on weekdays. I don't have a job on weekends. Yet. I mean, ideally I would like to work on weekends as well so I can save money but you know what I mean. It's so hard to get jobs here."

Kurt nodded, "Sure."

"I'm sorry, I talk too much," Blaine sheepishly admitted, "my brother Cooper always tells me that when I'm nervous I talk way too much. I don't know if I do but I guess I do. But I don't know I do it so I can't really stop it. You know?"

Kurt was stunned. "I uhm…I don't…I mean, yeah."

Blaine ran a hand through his curls, "Sorry. I um…yeah."

Kurt wondered why Blaine felt so uncomfortable. If he didn't like the fact that Kurt was gay, he sure could have just apologized and left. Kurt decided to take a chance, "I...I feel like we got off on the wrong foot."

Blaine blinked a few times, "I feel like that was the most I've ever heard you speak," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt looked down, "I'm sorry...I just…I don't..."

"No!" Blaine's hands were back on Kurt's shoulders, "it's fine. You're shy, I get it. I'm too outgoing for my own good!"

Kurt didn't understand this boy at all. Whenever his step brother Finn would get into a fight with his girlfriend, he would always tell Kurt how lucky he was that he wouldn't have to deal with girls – apparently boys were just as weird. "You're weird," Kurt blurted out.

Blaine nodded, "Yeah. I am."

Kurt felt incredibly awkward. He should not have said that. "I just...my friend Rachel Berry told me that you were a complete jerk in high school and now you're being really nice to me and I'm the type of kid that people in high school hated just because I existed and so I don't know why you're being nice to me when you should probably just hate me on principle." The words were out of his mouth before he even realized he was saying them.

Blaine held up a hand, "Who said I was a jerk in high school?"

"Rachel Berry," Kurt looked down, "She works at the coffee shop I go to."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm. Kurt winced getting ready for the pain, but it was gentle, "Come on…we're going to go talk to Rachel and talk about this over coffee."

"It's really nice of you to take me for coffee before you beat me up," Kurt muttered.

"I'm not going to beat you up," Blaine slipped and arm around to Kurt's shoulder and rubbed it, "I'm trying to find out why this Rachel Berry girl would lie about me."

"I'm sure she's not…" Kurt argued.

"Kurt, I went to an all boys' high school. I honestly don't think she attended Dalton," Blaine was far too comfortable far too quickly.

Kurt wanted to shy away but couldn't get himself to actually move. Maybe Rachel was wrong. Maybe Rachel had lied. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to believe Blaine when he said he wasn't the boy she talked about.

Kurt heard the opening notes to a random Mumford and Sons song and looked down as Blaine fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello?" Blaine glanced at Kurt and held his finger up. "No…I was about to go to coffee with a friend. No, I didn't …not yet. I mean I can…but…"

Kurt tried not to listen but couldn't help and overhear Blaine's side of the conversation. He wondered what was going on. Blaine looked completely afraid of the person on the other side of the phone.

"Coop…I can't…it was just one little thing….I know. I know what you mean, but I just...it wouldn't be…" Blaine was scrambling, his hands flying around as he spoke.

He was quiet for a few seconds, "Okay. No, I understand. Yeah, I know why. I just…yeah. It's fine. I'll talk to you later…I'll send it out later today. Yeah. Tell her I love her, okay?" Blaine ran a hand down his face and frowned, hanging up the phone quickly.

"You okay?" Kurt couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to stop Blaine from looking distraught.

Blaine nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, "Yeah…I just, I need to go. I can't…I can't go anywhere with you, Kurt."

Kurt watched as Blaine turned and walked down the street, Kurt followed quietly and watched Blaine pick up his pace until he was running with heaving shoulders and shaking hands.