KURT HUMMEL stood at the very ornate stone font where his two-month-old goddaughter was being christened.

The holy water was being poured onto her forehead as the priest said a blessing in Spanish.

The ceremony was achingly beautiful, in a tiny ancient chapel in the grounds of his best friend and sister in law Rachel's new home, a stunning ch�teau just outside Madrid.

Kurt had been at her wedding to his brother Finn, in this same chapel just nine months previously, as "maid" of honour. The thing he had to do because Rachel had otherwise no female friends at all.

And yet this moment in which Kurt wanted nothing more than to focus fully on the christening was being upstaged effortlessly by the tall man who stood to his right.

Blaine Anderson.

He'd also been at the wedding, as best man; he was Rachel's older brother. Kurt tried to stem the pain, hating that it could rise here and taint this beautiful occasion, but he couldn't seem to stop it.

He was the man who had crushed his innocent ideals, hopes and dreams.

The man who had shown him a moment of explosive sensuality and in the process ruined him for all other men.

And yet Kurt knew he had no one to blame but himself.

If he hadn't been so determined to …. Kurt ruthlessly crushed that line of thinking.

It had happen so long ago Kurt couldn't believe it still affected him so much, that it still felt so fresh.

Despite his best efforts to block Blaine out, Kurt could feel the heat from his large body envelop him, his scent wind around him, threatening to burst open a veritable Pandora's Box of memories.

The familiar weight of desire Kurt felt whenever he was near Blaine lay heavy within him, a pooling of heat in his belly, between his legs.

Usually he was so careful when it came to avoid him, but he couldn't here … now.

Not at this intimate ceremony where they were being made godparents in this traditional ritual.

He'd survived the wedding; he'd survive this.

And then walk away and hope that one day Blaine wouldn't affect him so much.

But just how long had he been hoping for that?

A sense of futility washed through him… especially as he recognised that if anything his awareness of Blaine was growing exponentially stronger.

Kurt�s jaw was tight from holding it so rigid, his back as straight as a dancer's.

He tried to focus on Rachel and Finn.

They were oblivious to all except themselves and their baby. Blaine took Barbara tenderly from the priest, cradling her easily with his giant hands.

He and Rachel looked at one another over their daughter's head, and that look nearly undid Kurt completely.

It was so private; so full of love and hope and earthy sensuality, that it felt voyeuristic to be witnessing it.

And yet Kurt couldn't look away or stop his aching heart to clench with a bittersweet pain, momentarily and shamingly jealous of what they shared.

This was what Kurt wanted.

This was all he'd ever wanted.

A fulfilment that was so simple and yet so rare.

Blaine shifted beside him, his arm brushing against Kurt�s, making him tense even more rigidly. Against his will he looked up at Blaine; he couldn't stop himself.

He'd always drawn his eyes to him, like a helpless moth to the certain death of a burning flame.

Blaine was looking down at him and his heart stopped, his breath faltered.

Blaine frowned slightly, an assessing look in his gaze as he seemed to search deep within Kurt�s soul for his secrets.

He'd looked at Kurt like that at the wedding, and it had taken all his strength to appear cool.

Blaine was looking at him as if trying to figure something out.

Figure him out.

Kurt�s feelings were so raw in that moment…too raw after witnessing Rachel and Finn's sheer happiness and love.

It was worse than the wedding.

Kurt had no defence here with a tiny baby involved…a tiny baby he'd held in his arms only a few moments ago.

Holding that baby had called to the deepest, most primitive part of him.

Normally he coped so well, but with Blaine looking at him so intently his protective wall of icy defence was deserting him spectacularly, leaving in its place nothing but heat.

And he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Kurt�s eyes dropped betrayingly to Blaine�s mouth.

He quite literally yearned to have his kiss, to let Blaine hold him.

Love him.

Look at him the way Finn had just looked at Rachel.

Kurt had never wanted that from any other man, and the realisation was stark now, cutting through him.

Against his will Kurt�s eyes rose to meet Blaine�s again.

He was still looking at him.

Despite everything, Kurt knew the futility of his secret desires; the feelings within him were rising like a tidal wave and he was helpless to disguise them, caught by the look in Blaine�s eyes.

Kurt also knew, without being able to stop it, that Blaine was reading every raw and naked emotion on his face, in his eyes.

And as he watched, Blaine�s hazel eyes darkened to a glittering shade of deep gold with something so carnal and hot that Kurt instinctively put out a hand to search for something to cling onto, seriously fearful that his wobbly legs wouldn't support him.

Blaine had never looked at him with such explicit intensity…it had to be his imagination.

It was all too much…and here he was, pathetically projecting his own desires onto him…

It was only after a few seconds that Kurt realised Blaine had clasped his arm with a big hand.

He was holding Kurt upright, supporting him…And right then Kurt knew that all his flimsy attempts to defend himself against Blaine for years were for naught.

He'd just seen through it all in an instant.

Blaine had read his deepest desires like a book.

His humiliation was now complete.