House wasn't the correct word for the building. Mansion, or complex, would be more accurate. So this is what real money looked like. Blaine's family was upper middle class, and he'd known some wealthy boys from Dalton Academy, but he'd never been around anything like this. The worst part is you couldn't begrudge Elliott his success. He was so talented and worked hard for it. Plus he was a really likeable guy.

Still, it didn't help make Blaine want to be here at all. But when Elliott had invited everyone from work to his Hamptons house for the weekend to give everyone a break from the heat wave, he hadn't been able to get out of it. 

Sighing, he changed into his board shorts, grabbed his sunglasses and headed down the pool area. Everyone was gathering there for a late lunch and drinks. It was already packed with his co-workers, all taking full advantage of the pool and drinking steadily. Blaine had a quick swim to cool off, then grabbed a plate of food and a beer, settling into a pool lounger near some friends. 

He was glad he was wearing his sunglasses, as no one could tell that he was watching Elliott and Kurt, sitting together across on the other side of the pool, underneath a huge umbrella. Kurt was only wearing board shorts that rode low on his hips, and he was leaning forward as Elliott applied sunscreen to his back. Even in the shade of the umbrella, Kurt was careful of his fair skin. 

In the last couple weeks, Blaine had gone from loving work to loathing it. Everywhere he turned at the office, it seemed like there were pictures pinned up of Elliott's recent appearances at all sorts of events around town. Charity events, high profile restaurant openings, fashion shows, and the like. And right at his side was Kurt. Simple speculation from the first few pictures had become accepted fact when they appeared together at event after event. Always side-by-side, talking and flirting. Often with Elliott's arm around Kurt, or Kurt's hand resting on Elliott's arm or, even worse, his leg. 

Why would anyone want Blaine when they could be with Elliott? No one could deny Elliott Starchild Gilbert was sex on a stick. He just exuded a bigger than life glow, like his volume was turned up to 11. Compared to Elliott, Blaine was just a short, inexperienced, struggling musician. 

The only thing Blaine was thankful for was that Kurt didn't bring Elliott back to the apartment with him. He'd much rather have abstract thoughts about what they were doing, then hearing the reality of it through the thin walls of the apartment. Actually, Kurt seemed to spend all his nights in the apartment alone, even if he came in very late. Blaine couldn't help but stay half awake until he heard Kurt unlocking the door. 

Unfortunately, Blaine couldn't bring himself to believe that Kurt not spending the night meant he wasn't having sex with Elliott. Anyone could see how gorgeous, rich and talented Elliott was. Anyone would want him. And Kurt was a sexual person. Even back in high school, once they had lost their virginities to each other, Kurt had been very passionate, as eager as Blaine to find a way to be alone together. 

Blaine just couldn't look away. Was it just because Kurt was showing so much skin, making Blaine want to go over there and make sure every inch had sunscreen massaged into it? Or was it watching Kurt and Elliott together? 

He really, really should stop watching. To keep thinking about Kurt when he was obviously with Elliott was just self-torture. 

I'm a creep… I'm a weirdo… what the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here… The song lyrics were again repeating in his head.

After lunch, he went down to the beach with a few co-workers, enjoying walking on the sand, and throwing a ball around.  Out of sight, out of mind… yeah right. 

***

By the time everyone got back from the beach, there was a big barbeque in full swing. Pretty soon the music was playing loudly and everyone was dancing around the pool. Most people were still dressed in their swimwear. Blaine had thrown on a subdued Hawaiian shirt that he wore open. He stopped looking towards Elliott and Kurt, and was enjoying the company of his work friends. After a few drinks, he was dancing as much as anyone, trying to get into the party and have fun. 

A few hours later, about half the group had gone to bed, and things had quieted down a fair bit. Blaine was sitting with some friends, sipping another cold beer. They'd had enough to drink that when someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare, it seemed like a fun idea. 

Pretty soon, they were all laughing loudly and the booze kept on flowing. 

“Mind if we join you?” Blaine looked up from his drink to see Elliott and Kurt flopping down on some nearby empty chairs. The whole group was welcoming them, making sure they had drinks. 

“Blaine was just deciding if he wanted Truth or Dare.” Derek jabbed him with an elbow. 

“Um…. OK… I'll pick Truth.” Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes on him, but didn't look over at him. He braced himself for the question, fearing the worst.

Derek looked Blaine up and down. “Have you ever had sex in a public place? If so, where?” 

Don't look at Kurt. Don't look at Kurt. “Um, yes, I have. It was in a high school.”

There were a lot of hoots and whistles. Derek slapped him on the back. “Come on, more details than that! You aren't getting off that easily.” 

Blaine rolled his eyes, wishing he'd picked another experience with a more recent boyfriend. But with Kurt right there, it was the only one that popped into his mind. “Ah, it was with a boyfriend I had in high school. We snuck into an empty room when no one was around and I blew him. The doors didn't lock and we were afraid of getting caught at any minute, but it was pretty hot.”

More hoots and jokes followed, but they moved onto someone else. Blaine took a swig of his beer, glancing over to Kurt and seeing his eyes already on him. In the dim light, Blaine couldn't read his expression, but Kurt didn't look away. Was he remembering that time too? That time when they were both so horny, sexting each other all the time, and Blaine begged him to meet in the choir room at lunch. When Kurt had shown up, Blaine pushed him against the wall, unzipping his pants and stroking his hard cock until Kurt was moaning. When Blaine had sunk down to his knees, Kurt had been shocked, but was too excited to object. Blaine had taken his hardness into his mouth, sucking and stroking, hard and fast. Kurt didn't last long before he shuddered and groaned, his hands on Blaine's shoulders as he came. It was the first time Blaine had ever swallowed, and he remembered going to class afterwards with the taste of cum still in his mouth.

Keeping his eye contact with Kurt, Blaine took a drink from his beer and then licked his lips. Kurt's eyes widened, and then he looked away. Blaine probably wouldn't have done that if he hadn't been drinking. Oops…

“Elliott! Elliott!” A few of the group were chanting, and Blaine shifted his attention back to them. 

Elliott smiled broadly, obviously under the effect of a few drinks himself. “OK, I'm good. I'll play. Give me a Dare.” He stood up. 

A pretty blond woman called out, “OK, you have to pick someone here to kiss, with tongue. And make it good.” 

The group responded enthusiastically, cheering along. 

Elliott smiled at the girl, looking around the group, considering. And then he was grabbing Kurt, hauling him to his feet and dipping him, their mouths locked together. Kurt's arms went around Elliott, and he seemed to be returning the kiss as enthusiastically as he was getting it. There was a lot of tongue. 

It felt like ten minutes later when Elliott finally straightened up, setting Kurt back on his feet beside him, and gave Kurt a hug. Everyone was calling out naughty suggestions, saying how hot a couple they were. 

Blaine put down his beer and walked away, not saying goodbye to anyone. He couldn't think, he just had to go. His heart was thumping, he had a screaming headache, and he felt like he couldn't breath. After he got a few minutes away, he started running. 

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