Kurt ran his hand through the silky curls as he felt teeth scrape against his collarbone. “Please,” he whined, not in control of stopping his mouth from spewing out what he wanted.

“Shhhh, I’ll take care of you,” the man slid a calloused finger down his chest, fingers leaving small indentations as they continued in their journey. The man continued his assault on Kurt’s neck, sucking hard enough to mark, but Kurt didn’t care.

“Please,” he whined again, arching up as the fingers stopped right below his belly button, “please.”

The man said nothing, but Kurt felt their lips connect as the fingers played with the waistband of his pants. The man’s lips were soft and insistent against Kurt’s, pressing hungrily and parting them enough for the press of his tongue to reach Kurt’s own.

Kurt brought one leg up and felt the man grab it, growling low in his throat as they shifted on the bed. Kurt broke away, desperate for air meeting the eyes of the man below him, “Blaine….”

Blaine's knee wedged its way between Kurt's thighs and he slotted their hips together and pressed them hard together. Kurt could feel Blaine pressing against him, hard and thick and perfect. Blaine’s eyes were still boring into Kurt’s, his eyes far more brown than ever. Their foreheads gravitated together as Blaine’s moved his hips a little, earning a soft groan from Kurt. “You’re gorgeous,” Blaine murmured above him.

"Do you even know what you do to me, Kurt?" Blaine panted, rolling his hips, his hardness dragging slow and forcefully against Kurt's own. Kurt ran his own hands down Blaine’s back, scratching lightly and feeling the muscles move beneath them.

“Please…” he whined again, it seemed to be the only word he could formulate.

"Do you know how good I've been, how much I've struggled, to just every day be able to see you and not just touch? I shouldn’t touch…I shouldn’t." He had one hand buried in the hair at the back of Kurt's head and the other gripping tight against Kurt's thigh, and he kept thrusting, and this was so not going to take very long. "Do you know how hard I get off, Kurt, every night, thinking about you, your smell, your mouth, your skin - "

Kurt moved to Blaine’s neck, tasting the salty skin from the ocean and sweat as he worked to make Blaine fall apart. “You are so fucking hot,” Kurt whispered, feeling his face flush as the words, “So hot, Blaine.” He bit down lightly on the tendon that moved across Blaine’s shoulder, causing the man to sputter in his movements.

After a few minutes, it was hard to tell who was thrusting harder. Blaine had a vice grip on Kurt's wrist and pressed him fiercely down onto the bed, his hips giving a slight roll as he moved. Kurt didn’t care, he could only think about getting pressed down into the mattress with Blaine's tongue in his mouth, on his neck, his teeth scraping his ear, and Kurt instinctively grabbed Blaine’s hips and guided them. He pressed harder into Blaine’s hips than he should have but he wanted everyone – wanted the world to know, just who made Blaine do this.

Blaine's hands felt excessively hot against him, radiating down through Kurt's clothes and into his overeager skin, getting his cock impossibly harder with every desperate fumbling movement they made. When they finally find a rhythm, stripping out of anything else is the farthest thing from either of their minds. Blaine pressed him down harder, squeezing his shoulders enough to hurt in best of ways and rubbed up most slowly, dragging against Kurt, fighting against the push of Kurt’s hands.

"Been wanting to - do this – for weeks,” Blaine panted, still licking at the shell of Kurt’s ear before biting down a little. The heat between the two of them stayed trapped under the thin layers of their clothes. Kurt relished in the knowledge that Blaine had been like this for so long and all because of him, the boy no one had ever wanted. He couldn’t help but imagine Blaine cuddling with Quinn at night and thinking about Kurt, fighting hard not to groan out his name instead.

Quinn. Kurt felt the shame and guilt wash over him as he looked up at the blissed out Blaine, dragging his hips to a stop.

The hot, heavy, and prefect pressure of Blaine against him stops and Blaine looked down at him with a question, “Kurt?”

--

Kurt jumped awake and stared across his room.

A dream.

He’d had a sex dream about Blaine Anderson. Straight, probably a jerk, Blaine Anderson.

Fuck.

Kurt threw his legs over the edge of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. He had to wash the feeling of Blaine off of him. He could still feel Blaine’s hands curled around his shoulders, Blaine hips slotted with his.

He stood in the warm spray of the water and allowed his head to fall back onto the tile. He reasoned that it wasn’t necessarily a sex dream.

They were still clothed. He hadn’t really noticed Blaine’s chest that much – just his shoulders.

It was barely a sex dream, the tamest of sex dreams really. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty. And really, wasn’t it Blaine’s fault for being so damn hot that Kurt couldn’t help but be attracted to him?

Kurt shut off the water and quickly dressed, not wanting to care about what he wore, but still spent a lot of time preparing. He wanted to be that person that lived vicariously through sex dreams, sex chat rooms, and porn for the rest of his life if he kept up like he was.

He walked into the kitchen to find Meg washing the empty coffee pot, “Good morning!” she said brightly, “Did you have fun shopping with Rachel last night?”

“Yeah,” he didn’t want to admit that she had spent the entire time complaining about moving to New York a few weeks earlier than she had intended, and he wasn’t able to ask her the questions he wanted to. “I’m exhausted though, I slept later than normal.”

Meg nodded, “You did,” her eyes glanced toward the window, “and you have a visitor.”

Kurt couldn’t see the face of the person leaning against the fence in the front yard, but he didn’t need to. The crazy curls silhouetted by the morning sun revealed who it was quickly. “What’s he doing here?” Kurt ducked down and blushed as his mind raced back to the dream.

Meg shrugged, “I don’t know. He got here at seven this morning. He didn’t knock and I figured it would be strange if I opened the door and invited him in when he obviously doesn’t feel comfortable coming in.”

“Because standing there wasn’t awkward for him?” Kurt hissed, using the reflective oven door to check his hair. “Can you go find out what he wants?”

“No,” Meg pulled out the box she kept all of the bills and important paper in, “I have to work. Go see what he wants though. Let him know I’m not starting a shelter.”

Kurt grabbed his bag. He wasn’t really in a hurry, he still had a few hours before work, but he wanted to be safe. He tried to walk out of the door gracefully, but as soon as he saw Blaine, he knew he would be bright pink.

Then again, so was Blaine.

“Good morning,” Kurt said with a lilt to his voice, “umm…”

Blaine held out a baby blue thermos, “I uhm. I made you coffee. To make up for the date…I mean, the coffee date…not that it was a date,” Blaine dug the heel of his hand into his temple, “shit. It was to make up for not going to get coffee with you the other day. I wanted to apologize for being so flaky. I promise I’m not always so weird. I just…you know, the ocean air or something…you know what they say!” Blaine’s eyes were alight as he moved his hands and continued to babble.

Kurt could sense that Blaine wasn’t comfortable, so he placed his hand on Blaine’s arm, “Blaine…it’s fine. Apology accepted. You had something more important to do, that’s fine. I’m just me.”

Blaine bit his lip and grinned, “I was thinking we could…we could have that coffee thing now?”

Kurt was taken aback, “Oh…I Blaine…”

Blaine jumped back, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just…Quinn mentioned that you didn’t have many friends here and I thought maybe we could be friends because I…I really don’t either. But that’s fine! I mean, I always have the guys.”

Kurt held up his hands, “So you’re only trying to become friends with me because your girlfriend feels badly for me?” Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

“Quinn? You think Quinn?” Blaine huffed out a laugh and shook his head, “Quinn is dating Puck. I’m single. Single as can be. And on top of that I’m….”

“Wait,” Kurt interrupted, “I’ve been hating you this whole time because Rachel Berry told me that Quinn’s boyfriend was a jerk?”

Blaine’s jaw dropped, “Oh. Wow. No, I’m definitely not dating Quinn. One hundred percent NOT dating Quinn. I wouldn’t, I mean..Puck would kill me even if I…”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh my god. I’ve been such an ass.”

Blaine stopped talking and grinned, “Come on, do you want me to walk you to Coffee Thyme?”

Kurt nodded before realizing what Blaine said, “Wait, how do you know I go there everyday?”

“You know, that’s the funny thing about stink eyes, people can usually feel them. I thought you were still made about that day I almost saw you naked.”

Kurt couldn’t help himself, “You know, I actually think I saw you naked on Saturday.”

Blaine blushed again, “Can we…not talk about that?”

“So we’re agreeing to not talk about the fact that we’ve seen each other naked?” Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “Could I bribe you into that?”

Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times before responding, “Well I happen to know that I look fabulous naked and I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Cocky, aren’t we?”

Blaine jerked his head to the side and couldn’t stop the loud laugh, “I do have one, yes.”

It was Kurt’s turn to be shocked, “I cannot believe you just said that.”

Blaine shrugged, “You asked for it.”
Kurt was about to respond when he heard Blaine’s phone ringing again. He hoped this time it wouldn’t cause him to run away.

“Quinn,” Blaine ran a hand through his hair, “No, it’s fine. You just sound like crap. It’s fine. They’re meeting me at the dock and we’re just crabbing this morning. I can handle them...yes, I know CPR….yes, I know most of them are young. I’ll be fine. Take care of yourself.” Blaine hung up the phone, “I’m sorry. I know it’s rude but I had to answer it. Again.”

Kurt waved him off, “It’s fine. Is everything okay?”

“Quinn’s sick and can’t come to work this morning. I know the truth, but we won’t go into that.” Blaine stopped in front of Coffee Thyme. Kurt had no idea how they’d covered so much ground so quickly.

“Truth?”

“She was with Puck last night. They probably drank too much and are both hung over. But whatever, I get twice the pay on days she doesn’t show up.” Blaine glanced down toward a dock that Kurt figured he was meeting people at.

“So what exactly is your job, glorified babysitter?”

Blaine drank the last of his coffee. Kurt hadn’t had the heart to tell Blaine that his was bitter cold and he couldn’t stomach it. “I work for the hotels. I take the kids out in the morning so their parents can get some alone time or go to meetings or anything really. They have other people do it in the afternoon.”

Kurt nodded, “Do you want some help?” he bit his lip and wanted to take back the words. He wasn’t sure he and Blaine were exactly friends, but he did know that if he could stand to spend another morning with Rachel yammering away about New York.

Blaine narrowed his eyes, “Yeah…yeah, that would be great. I’m really good with the kids but there are a lot of them today and it would be great to have an extra set of eyes. Only if you want to. I could give you Quinn’s share of the pay.”

“No need,” Kurt held up his hands, “I’m happy to help you.”

Blaine nodded and motioned for them to walk toward the dock, “You know, you’re talking a lot more today than I’ve ever heard you talk. Not like that’s a bad thing!”

Kurt blushed, he didn’t want to tell Blaine that once you have a sex dream about someone, there really is no going back. “I guess I just adjusted to this place finally.”

Blaine nodded, “It is different from Ohio. I’m from Westerville originally, not Lima, but I know what it’s like.”

“Aren’t you happy to be gone?”

Blaine shook his head sadly, “Not really. I wish I could go back every single day.” His eyes held some sadness that Kurt had only caught glimpses of before, “I really miss my family and my friends.”

Kurt bit his lip but said nothing – he didn’t want to pass his bad attitude about Ohio onto Blaine.

“There were times a few years ago I wanted to leave, now I just can’t wait until I go back.”

“When is that?” Kurt prodded.

“When summer is over,” Blaine said with a sigh, “then I have no idea what happens.” They arrived at the dock and Blaine leaned against the side, tying some crab traps to the wooden posts.

“You aren’t going to college?”

Blaine bit his lip, “I should be going to Columbia, actually. But I don’t know if I’ll actually end up going.”

Kurt tried not to see red, “Why not?”

Blaine opened his mouth to answer when a small body collided with his legs, “Amelia!” Blaine knelt down and grabbed the little girl with braids, “Did you miss me this weekend!”

“So much!” she giggled and looked up at Kurt, “Who is he?”

“This is Kurt, he’s taking the place of Miss Quinn today,” Blaine grinned up at Kurt, who momentarily forgot to breath.

“Can we play dress up again? I think you should play the princess again!”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as Blaine flushed scarlet, “Today we’re going crabbing,” Blaine closed his eyes tightly, “pretend you didn’t hear that, okay?”

Kurt fake grimaced, “See here’s the thing…I don’t think I could.”

“Oh you can,” Blaine said lowly as he stood, “and you will.”

It took nearly a half hour, but by the time everyone was accounted for, twenty children sat on the dock. Blaine looked at Kurt, “Have you ever been crabbing?”

“No.”

“Have you ever seen a show about crabbing?”

“No.”

Blaine blew out a puff of air, “Okay kids. Today we’re going to learn how to crab. Mr. Kurt here decided to volunteer and be the person I walk through the steps.”

The little kids all leaned forward and looked at Kurt, who was venomous. “I guess I’m the volunteer,” he grinned down at the group.

“Okay, so what we have here is a crab trap,” Blaine held up the wire box, “We need to have Kurt throw his trap out far, so that it forms a triangle with the pier and him.”

Blaine threw the trap out and watched it sink perfectly onto the bottom of the ocean.

Kurt did the same thing, though his trap ended up slightly closer to the dock.

“Good, good. Now, Kurt and I will take care of putting bait into the traps. You will each divide into your groups and take care of one trap. Line up and get your bait! You can pull the trap out to check it only if you think you have crabs!”

Kurt hid his laugh behind his hand.

Blaine gently pushed his shoulder, “Stop it! That is so not funny!” Blaine bit his lip to stop the laughter that threatened to escape his throat.

Kurt leaned against the dock as the different groups threw their crab traps into the water, “They aren’t going to catch anything, are they?”

Blaine shook his head, “Not a chance. This is the first time I’m doing this.”

Kurt nodded, “So what’s in the traps?” he looked at the slimy substance that was in the bin he reached his hand into to fill the trap.

“Chicken necks mostly,” Blaine responded, handing off the last trap.

Kurt looked down at his fingers, “Excuse me? Chicken necks, mostly?”

Blaine nodded, “I mean…there are some spines too. Even some salmon. Bones too, from the fishing cookout the boys and I had last night.”

Kurt grabbed his bag and pulled out his hand sanitizer, “Want some?”

Blaine nodded and held out his cupped hands. “Thank you.”

“So what are we going to do if they actually catch something?” Kurt leaned closer to Blaine, “because I don’t think I can kill them.”

“We’ll let the go,” Blaine said nervously, “I can’t kill them either.”

As it turned out, they didn’t have to worry because no one caught a crab that morning. The kids grew restless and by the time Blaine handed them off to the afternoon people, they were all mildly irritated and ready for anything else.

“Sorry I brought you on a bad day,” Blaine looked down at his sweats arms that were still attractive though Kurt knew they were covered in animal byproduct.

“It’s fine. I just have to go get cleaned up before I go to work,” Kurt looked at his own arms. Somehow he’d managed to avoid getting any on his clothing, but his arms were a mess.

“We could just go wash off in the water?” Blaine suggested, “it will be quicker.”

“No…no thank you,” Kurt stammered, “I just…I don’t want to get salt on the dress.”

Blaine nodded in understanding, “Kurt…I’m going to keep these traps in the water for a little. On the off chance I catch some...would you maybe like to have…have dinner with me? We can eat the crabs and maybe just get to know each other? Like I said, I’d really like a friend…or or…something…I mean…” he trailed off, “god, I’m such an idiot around you.”

Kurt smiled softly, “If you catch some crabs, I would love to spend time and share them with you.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows, “You’d like to share my crabs?”

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, but smiled widely, “I’d love to share your crabs.”

With that, Kurt turned and walked away. He’d finally earned himself a friend that maybe would actually do something with him and just be his friend instead of being someone to talk at.

Kurt had actually forgotten about the proposition until Blaine called later that night.

“So I have crabs and I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night…”

Kurt laughed and curled up on the chair sitting on his widow’s walk, “I’d love to have crabs with you tomorrow.”

Blaine’s laugh was infectious, and they made plans to meet up the next day.