If Kurt hadnt been completely mortified by the fact that hed just unconsciously bid on a guy at a bachelor auction (seriously, how did something like that even happen? It was as if his hand had acted on its own, like in one of those "man gets a hand transplant, but its the hand of an evil murderer, so he starts killing people" horror movies, and somehow convinced his vocal chords and mouth to join in on the hijinks) he wouldve been highly amused by the shocked looks of those around him.

Emily was frozen in place, her drink stalled halfway to her mouth. Jyotis brow was furrowed in confusion, her gaze flickering back and forth quickly from Kurt to the stage. The people at the table next to him were looking scandalized, though he didnt know if it was because hed just bid on another man or because hed done it for two thousand frickin dollars, which was more than double than the previous bid.

Stupid evil free-thinking hand.

"Time to pay the piper, Daddy Warbucks," Emily whispered loudly in his ear, giving him a little push on the shoulder to get him going. He smiled weakly and tried to look nonchalant as he edged his way through the crowd. "Hes from New York City," he heard Emily confide to one of the scandalized women at the next table, as if that explained everything, which apparently it did, because the woman gave her a look of understanding and smiled at Kurt as he passed.

After what seemed like an hour, Kurt finally reached the front of the room. The announcer greeted him and asked his name before launching into a spiel about how his donation was much appreciated and how it had put them way over their goal for the year. That announcement finally woke the crowd up from their shock and they applauded loudly, a few even cheering. Kurt was sure he heard Emily give a catcall, but he chose to ignore it.

Throughout the whole thing, Kurt had been afraid to look at Blaine, not wanting to see his disappointment or anger at who had won the auction. Finally, though, the announcer told him to claim his prize, so he went to stand next to the stairs leading off the front of the stage and held out his hand to help Blaine down, as all the winners had done before him. He felt Blaines cool hand slide into his and he jumped slightly at the electric shock that zipped through his body. Startled, he looked up and their eyes met. Blaine gave him a wide smile that alleviated some of his fears and allowed some of the tension to leave his shoulders.

They skirted the room until they reached the wide double doors and escaped out into the hallway. Once the doors had closed behind them, Kurt took a deep breath and turned to face Blaine. It was only when he felt a tug on his arm that he realized they were still holding hands. He let go with a gasp and ran his now sweating palm down his pants leg.

He raised his head to begin his apology, but was struck dumb before he could get a single syllable out. God, he was even more stunning up close. His eyes were a warm amber with green flecks that Kurt wished he could spend hours staring into and his eyelashes looked like they came from one of those mascara ads where you were supposed to believe it all came from a bottle, but you really knew that such volume could only come from extensions or Photoshop. His hair was tamed by product into a dapper, old-world style that should have made him look ridiculous, but instead just made him resemble a matinee idol from a bygone era. Kurt remembered the loose curls that hed seen at the coffee shop and couldnt decide which style he liked better.

Blaine shifted a bit under his examination and cleared his throat and Kurt realized that he was staring. He dropped his eyes to the ground as a wild blush washed over his face.

"Hi, Im Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Kurt looked up to find Blaine smiling at him again with a hand outstretched. He reached out and shook it tentatively. "Kurt Hummel. Im so sorry about that." He waved his other hand wildly towards the room theyd just come from. "I dont know what came over me. I guess I just got caught up in all the excitement. You dont have to worry, Im not going to hold you to actually going through with the date. I know youd much rather have had one of the ladies win. Ill just pay the cashier and we can go our separate ways."

"Are you kidding? You saved me!" Blaine exclaimed, moving in a few steps closer. "I got the feeling those women at the end were expecting more than dinner and a movie. They probably would have been really angry to learn that their hard earned money was wasted on someone who doesnt play for their team."

Kurt wondered if it would be inappropriate to do the Snoopy dance, right there in the middle of the hall, in celebration. "What? Youre gay?" he asked, trying to mask his excitement. Blaine nodded. "But…how do they not know that?" He lowered his voice to a whisper as he shot a furtive glance around them. "Are you still in the closet?"

Blaine laughed. "No, not since I was 14. But I havent lived here for very long and I work a lot and havent really made any friends that are close enough that the subject came up very much."

"And you didnt think to mention it when they asked you to be a slice of beefcake in their bachelor auction?" Kurt snickered in disbelief.

"One of my assistant managers was supposed to do it, but he came down with the flu, so I was a last minute replacement. Besides, its just supposed to be for fun, not an actual date. Those two women seemed to be taking it a little too seriously. I could kinda feel them undressing me with their eyes."

"Well, no one can say that they dont have good taste," Kurt said flirtatiously, his confidence buoyed by Blaines reactions so far.

A glint appeared in Blaines eyes that looked very promising, but before he could respond, the doors behind them opened up and people began to pour out of the auction space. They stepped back against the wall to get out of the way and Kurt sighed as he saw his new friends approaching, zeroed in on him like missiles locked on a target.

"Okay, spill," Emily commanded as soon as she reached his side. "What was that?"

Kurt dipped his head, still embarrassed at his impetuous bid. "I thought those women were going to come to blows over him, so I decided to come to the rescue," he replied, hoping he sounded breezy and casual. "I blame chivalrous impulses brought on by the period clothing. A good costume always helped me get into character when I used to do theater."

"My hero," Blaine cooed as he laid his head on Kurts shoulder and tilted it back to look up into Kurts face as he batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

Blaines face was so close to his that Kurt could clearly see the pattern of honey, amber, and dark brown that made his eyes so hypnotizing. He caught the light scent of raspberries and an earthy cologne that he didnt recognize and couldnt stop thinking about how their lips would meet if he just tilted his head to the right a few inches. He had no doubt that Blaines lips would be soft and gentle, but gentle in that hungry, cant-get-enough-of-you-but-weve-just-met-so-Im- trying-hard-to-be-a-gentlemen type of way, not in a—

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted Kurts musings on Blaines potential kissing style. He raised his eyes to find five pair of eyes watching him intently with various expressions of amusement. He blinked a few times to clear the remaining cobwebs before making introductions.

Kurt could see that Jyoti was bursting with questions and he was bracing himself for the onslaught when the first strains of music came from around the corner as the ball started. Anxious to put off the interrogation (and the testing of Blaines claim that he wasnt hiding in the closet), Kurt clapped his hands excitedly and ushered everyone towards the doors with a shooing motion.

The ballroom was much larger than hed imagined it; more ballroom dance competition size than small banquet hall. Strings of delicate lights were draped everywhere like garland, mixed in with greenery. He didnt know how period correct such a lighting scheme was, but it was charming all the same. Chairs lined the wall directly to their left and the refreshment table ran along the right side, filled with towering arrangements of flowers and trays of food. A group of eight musicians with classical instruments was set up on the stage at the far end. The large dance floor was covered with couples promenading to the music in what was, according to Emily, the traditional welcoming dance.

As the people danced by, Kurt noted the costumes, nodding approvingly at the elaborateness and refinement of some of the designs worn by people who had skipped the auction. Even the catering staff and musicians had gotten in on the fun, wearing costumes appropriate to their roles.

It was also Blaines first Victorian Ball, so the two of them hung back to get a lay of the land, watching as the dancers began to gather in groups of four in what seemed like some elegant ancestor to square dancing. Square dancing was one style of dance that Kurt had never bothered to learn, but hed never been one to back down from a challenge, so he was quick to agree when Emily asked him if he wanted to dance.

"Stumbling your way through the quadrilles is half the fun of coming to the ball," she told him as Jyoti and Blaine joined them to complete their group. "Jyoti and I will walk you through it. Itll be a piece of cake after trying to teach ballet to kindergarteners day-after-day."

As the girls taught them the pattern of the dance, Kurt couldnt help but keep sneaking glances at Blaine, who was smiling and laughing like he was having the best time of his entire life. Kurt wondered if he was that enthusiastic about everything he tried, because the whole-hearted commitment he was showing to the dance could prove to be intriguing if also shown elsewhere, in like, say, the bedroom.

The song ended and Blaine and Kurt were quickly claimed by different partners for the next dance. That cycle repeated for the next half hour, with Kurt only catching glimpses of Blaine as they moved around the floor.

Finally, the musicians took a break and everyone moved to the sides of the room to rest. Several of the women dropped into empty chairs so that they could slip their shoes off for a moment.

Blaine appeared at Kurts side and pulled off his gloves, tucking them into the front pocket of his coat. "Ladies, would anyone care for some refreshments? Kurt and I will be happy to brave the crowd at the punchbowl for you."

Kurt nearly giggled at the formality and charm of Blaines demeanor. He wasnt sure if it was all an act because of the costumes or if it was just the way he normally acted (Kurt suspected the latter), but he found it gallant and refreshing. The last time hed gone out to a club in New York, a guy had come up to him at the bar and, without preamble, had yelled in his ear that hed noticed Kurts bulge in his tight pants and that they should make their way to the back room and go "balls deep for a little hot beef injection" because hed love to "ride that fire pole."

And they said romance was dead.

The girls put their orders in for drinks and Kurt followed Blaine to the other side of the room, side-stepping an older couple that was demonstrating the steps to an upcoming dance for a group of younger people. Just like at any party, people were gathered around the food to talk, so space next to the refreshment table was limited. There didnt seem to be any kind of official line, so when Kurt saw a spot open up in front of some of the dessert trays, he dove in, pulling Blaine with him.

They eyed the colorful concoctions, trying to decide which to try. While Kurt was deciding between little individual lemon meringue pies and what looked to be chocolate truffles dusted with gold, Blaine grabbed a small silver spatula and gingerly served himself from a tray of inch wide squares covered in pink and yellow frosting.

He balanced his plate in one hand as he broke off a piece of the treat and bit into it. "Wow, this is amazing," he said, his eyebrows rising to form perky little triangles.

"Is it cake?" Kurt asked hopefully, really needing a sugar rush right about then.

"Im not sure what it is. Here…" Blaine broke off another piece and held it up to Kurts mouth.

Kurts breath hitched as he slowly leaned forward, opening his mouth so that Blaine could feed him the bite. He suppressed a little moan as the sweetness burst over his tongue and told himself that hunger was the reason why his legs suddenly felt wobbly, like cooked spaghetti. It was definitely not because the cutest guy in the room had just hand fed him. Despite all his fantasies, fueled by too many unrealistic romantic movies over the years, no one had ever done that for him before. It was just as intimate as he always imagined it.

Kurt watched as Blaines tongue darted out to lick at a spot of frosting clinging to one corner of his mouth, his thoughts taking a distinctly R-rated turn. He imagined that tongue drifting over the seam of his mouth, begging to be let inside or sliding over the muscles of his stomach as it traveled unrelentingly southward, swirling and licking as it…

Woah. Public place. Public place.

"So, you said you were new to town?" Kurt prompted with just a hint of gravel in his voice, suddenly needing to occupy his mind with thoughts that were less likely to cause an embarrassing physical reaction.

"Yeah, Ive been here for just a few months, actually." Blaine began scooping an assortment of desserts onto his plate, presumable to take back to the girls. "My father owns a big construction company with branches all over the country and hes molding me to take over one day by sending me around to manage different divisions and offices. I go for a year, learn all the aspects of that part of the business and then move on. Ive got about nine more months here in Port Townsend."

Kurt would have never guessed the construction business. He tried not to let the surprise show in his voice. "Which divisions here?"

"Restoration and renovation. Most of Anderson and Sons is devoted to new construction, but we have a few offices that specialize in sprucing up old buildings."

The name of Blaines company tickled at Kurts memory, until he remembered that it was the business that Jyoti had recommended he use if he decided to stay in town and renovate his house. An image of Blaine standing in his living room wearing a hard hat and a tool belt (and nothing else) hit Kurt hard and he tried to not let it show on his face.

With the help of a tray provided by the caterers, they managed to get all the food and drinks over to the girls without dropping anything. Before long, the musicians returned from their break and did a quick re-tuning before beginning the next song. Kurt smiled when he recognized it as the waltz from Sleeping Beauty. He began to hum along quietly, his body swaying in time with the music.

"Would you like to dance?"

He turned to find Blaine, standing with one gloved hand outstretched, the other folded formally behind his back.

Kurt set his glass on a small table and bowed his head. "That would be lovely, kind sir."

He set his hand in Blaines and followed his lead to the dance floor. They passed a group of older men whose neatly trimmed beards, waistcoats, and canes made them look like they were all auditioning for the role of the tycoon from the Monopoly game and Kurt held his breath, expecting some comments or at least a scornful look when they realized that he and Blaine were going to dance together. No such reaction came, though. He simply got a regal nod from the man in the front with the monocle and impeccably styled mustache.

When they reached the center of the dance floor, Kurt set his free hand on Blaines shoulder and Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist. The inner teenager in Kurt sighed ecstatically that they were so in sync that they didnt even have to talk about who was going to lead. As they began to move, Kurt got a glimpse of his friends on the sidelines and grinned at their open mouthed expressions of shock. If theyd had any lingering doubts about which team Blaine was on they were probably gone now.

"You know, the waltz was still considered scandalous in Victorian times," Kurt said as Blaine turned them deftly to prevent a collision with another couple. "People touching more than just hands when they danced? Quel horreur!"

"Well, if were going to be disreputable anyways, I say we go all in," Blaine murmured as his arm tightened around Kurt, drawing their bodies flush together.

"If anythings worth doing, its worth doing well," Kurt gasped breathlessly as he felt Blaines thigh brush against his. He tightened his hand on Blaines shoulder and smiled, one eyebrow raised, as their eyes locked.

As the song continued, Kurt was struck by what a good dancer Blaine was. He had rhythm and an inherent grace that made it seem like they were floating across the floor. It wasnt often that a guy their age knew how to waltz well. Kurt knew he wasnt too shabby a dancer himself—years of musical theater training had made him at least familiar with, if not fluent in, many styles of dance—but he had to admit that Blaine was better and wondered where hed learned.

The embarrassed hunky bachelor from the auction danced by just then, his tiny elderly partner beaming up at him from the vicinity of his belly button. Kurt had to turn his head away so that they didnt see the chuckle he couldnt hold in. He hadnt seen a height difference in a couple like that since his friend Rachel and step-brother Finn in high school.

"I like your ascot." Blaines eyes flickered down to the green silk, then back up to Kurts face. "You look like you should be in an Oscar Wilde film."

"Thanks!" Kurt beamed, always happy to receive compliments on his work. "I designed and made the whole ensemble."

"Really?" Blaine said with surprise. "Im impressed. I had to rent mine."

Kurt lifted one shoulder in a small shrug. "Im a fashion designer back in New York, so this is like candy to me."

Blaine asked him a few questions about his job and then they fell into a companionable silence. Kurt, for one, was glad for the moment to collect himself. Hed never felt such an instant connection to anyone before. Blaine was funny and warm and charming, and he drew Kurt in, like a moth to a flame. Hed always been pretty reserved and most of the people he was closest too had huge, outgoing personalities that complimented his more introspective ways.

His interest in Blaine was on many levels, though. For perhaps the first time in his life, Kurt felt an instant overwhelming physical attraction as well as an emotional one.

Unlike his peers in high school, whod spun in and out of different relationships faster than hed rotated out his seasonal wardrobes, hed been very much uncomfortable with the more physical sides of sexuality. Maybe itd been due to him not being comfortable in his own skin or as a reaction to the stigma often attached to gay men, but hed been much more interested in fantasizing about the romance and emotional connection that a relationship might offer. Hed lived and breathed romantic movies and musicals and stubbornly used them as a guide for how he pursued love.

Which, of course, had led to disaster over-and-over again, since real life was nothing at all like a romantic comedy.

By the time hed reached college, hed developed a more realistic view of the carnal side of life, but hed still been with his first boyfriend for over six months before hed let things progress to anything that hed call "sex". He hadnt moved all that much faster with any of the guys hed dated since, either.

Even with several years of practice under his belt, hed never become entirely comfortable with physical intimacy. He had no doubt about his abilities to sing a high F or spot the next fashion trends, but that self-assuredness didnt extend to his abilities in bed. He was too much in his head, wondering if he looked silly or stupid, hoping that the other person was enjoying what he was doing, or planning his next move. Sex was exhausting, and not just physically, and he was often just as happy to have a spirited discussion about the latest Tony award winning musical.

With Blaine, he found that while, yes, hed love to get his opinion on the latest revival of A Chorus Line and he couldnt wait to find out his stance on trashy reality TV, his more immediate desire was to rip Blaines clothes off. He didnt know if it was all about Blaine or partly a symptom of the uncertainty he felt about the career crossroads he found himself at, but suddenly he wanted it and he wanted it bad.

The song ended and the musicians started right into another waltz, so Kurt and Blaine kept dancing, neither one of them making any motion to change partners or leave the floor. They did, however, move towards the back to a less crowded section of the room, so that they could pay more attention to each other and less to the couples around them.

Kurt had the urge to run his hand through Blaines hair to release the curls hed seen before, so instead he tightened it against Blaines shoulder. "Ive seen you before, you know."

"Really? Where?" Blaine responded to the increased pressure on his shoulder by running his hand up and down Kurts back.

"Last week at the coffee shop downtown. You were wearing a bow tie with crabs on it and I may have planned out our entire lives together, from first date to side-by-side burial plots in the few seconds it took me to walk by. Youre going to look spectacular on our fifth anniversary trip to Paris, just so you know," Kurt assured him with a teasing smile.

Blaine laughed, his eyes looking too big for his face as he looked up at Kurt in the dim light. "One of my friends bought me that tie last Christmas. Said Id need it in order to blend in out here." His smile dropped away and he gazed at Kurt intently. "I wish Id seen you. We could have met earlier and gotten a head start on that first date."

Just then, Kurt felt a tap on his shoulder and he glanced back to find one of the women from the auction looking at them with a determined look on her face. "May I cut in?" she asked, talking to Kurt, but with ravenous eyes pinned on Blaine.

Caught off guard, Kurt loosened his grip on Blaines shoulder and went to step back. "Oh, I—"

"Im sorry," Blaine cut in, tossing the woman a kind, but distant smile, "But we decided to make tonight our date for the auction, so Im going to have to say no." Blaine looked back to Kurt with a gleam in his eye and sang "A gentleman doesnt leave his escort. It isnt fair, it isnt nice."

The woman smiled tightly and stormed off, but Kurt was too busy looking at Blaine approvingly to even bother watching her go. "Love a guy who can break out Guys and Dolls with no notice. Im impressed."

"I thought that line was more appropriate than And blow on some other guys dice," Blaine grinned.

Kurt choked on his laughter. "Wait, can we please call her back so that I can see her face when you sing that? Please?"

Blaine pulled him in closer and dipped him a bit over one arm. "Do you really want to stop dancing to go find her?"

Kurts heart was racing a mile-a-minute as he slowly shook his head, never breaking the eye contact between them.

Several songs later, after hushed getting-to-know you conversations and long silent gazes, Kurt was swaying in Blaines arms in the corner of the room, his cheek resting on Blaines shoulder. His limbs were pleasantly heavy and his back was warm from where Blaine was rubbing a hand back-and-forth slowly. He was drifting in a haze of contentment and desire when a voice broke him out of his reverie.

"Kurt, were going over to that bar on Main. Do you want to come with?"

Kurt lifted his head to find the girls standing a few feet away, all trying (and failing miserably) to hide the smirks on their faces.

"No, I think Ill stay a bit longer," he said to Emily, whod asked the question.

Knowing looks flickered across their faces and they all called out their goodbyes as they walked away. Kurt watched them go and felt a blush rising over his cheeks when he distinctly heard "but I want to watch them some more. Maybe theyll kiss" come from somewhere in the group. Blaine snorted and tightened his arms around Kurt.

Just as the girls were about to reach the door, Kurt saw Jyoti glance back at them. "Ill be right back," he whispered to Blaine as he untangled himself. He followed her out into the hall, calling out her name when he got close. She turned back, a questioning look on her face.

"About the auction and everything… Im sorry. I know you liked him," he said, trying to gauge her reaction to the events of the evening.

Jyoti grinned and patted his arm comfortingly. "Thats alright. Its not like I had a chance with him anyways. Unless…he doesnt happen to swing both ways, does he?" she asked hopefully.

Kurt tried not to look possessive as he shook his head. "No, I dont think so."

"Story of my life," she sighed. "Oh well, cest la vie, right?" She rose up on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek. "Dont leave that gorgeous guy alone for too long. We need to live vicariously through you, since we all struck out tonight."

He waved to her as she left and while he stood there he felt someone come up behind him. Strong arms encircled his waist as Blaine pulled him back against his chest.

"I was thinking maybe we could go down the street to the all-night diner. Maybe talk some more?" Kurt felt Blaine rise up on his tip toes so that he could rest his chin on Kurts shoulder.

He turned in Blaines arms and looked at him solemnly as he gathered his courage. "Actually, I was hoping for something a little more…private."

Blaine swallowed heavily, the movement of his Adams apple visible above his collar. "My apartment isnt far," he said tentatively.

"Perfect," Kurt replied, his voice steady and confident. "Lets go to your place."

=^..^=

It made Kurt feel better to see that Blaines hands were shaking a little as he went to unlock his front door. It was good to know that he wasnt the only one nervous and excited about what was most likely going to happen once they got inside.

Blaine ushered him through the door and turned to hang both of their coats up in the hallway closet as Kurt turned into the living room.

"Do you want anything to drink? I have a nice red wine that Ive been meaning to open," Blaine asked, taking a few steps towards the kitchen.

Kurt agreed to the wine and wandered around the small room, looking over the books and decorations. While Blaine understandably had a lot of books on construction and architecture, he also had several anthologies of musical theater and biographies of musicians. Besides the books, there werent a lot of personal items in the room, just a few photos, an iPad, and an antique camera sitting on the end table, next to a small pile of photographs.

He leafed through the photos and saw that they were black and white shots of modern Port Townsend. He wondered if Blaine liked photography in general or if it was working with the old style cameras that interested him and he made a mental note to ask about it later.

On the bookshelf was a picture frame holding a photo of four people gathered around a Christmas tree. Since Blaine was in the photo, he could only assume that it was of his family. Everyone looked happy, if a bit reserved, and Kurts eyes lingered for a second on the man, who was probably a brother, standing next to Blaine. He seemed familiar, though Kurt couldnt place where he knew him from.

"The apartment came furnished," Blaine said as he returned carrying two glasses of wine. "Its just not worth trying to haul furniture all over the country every 12 months."

They sipped their drinks and talked a little about the dance and Kurts friends, neither one of them sitting down. Instead, they both prowled around the room separately, nervous energy making it impossible to even try to relax.

Finally, the wine was gone and the time for pretense was over. Blaine set his glass down on the bookshelf and Kurt, on the other side of the room, set his down on the entertainment center. Then, in synchronized movements that would have been admired by Cirque du Soleil, they rushed towards each other, meeting in the center of the room as their lips crashed together.

It wasnt a soft kiss. It didnt begin tentatively and chastely and then escalate slowly from there. It began immediately with clashing tongues and desperate motions. It started with the dial at eleven. It was everything Kurt had imagined it would be and more.

Hands grasped and clutched, pulling each other in closer, closer, closer. Blaine bit lightly at Kurts bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his burgeoning erection. He responded by pulling Blaines shirt up in the back until he was touching bare skin, the softness making his fingertips tingle.

Blaine pulled away and Kurt gave a cry of protest that became a groan of pleasure as lips soon pressed against the base of his neck, the tip of Blaines tongue reaching out to given little kitten licks at the sensitive skin there.

Momentum pushed Kurt back a step and he felt something hit the back of his legs. The part of his brain that hadnt been reduced to thinking in single words like "more" and "harder" distantly suggested that it was the coffee table. Whatever it was, it had appeared at just the right time, because the feeling of Blaines mouth sucking on the side of his neck was making his knees weak. Kurt lowered himself onto the wooden top, moving slowly so as to not dislodge Blaine, who followed him down, placing a knee beside Kurts hip as he leaned forward to mouth back up towards his face.

Suddenly, an ominous cracking sound came from beneath them and they abruptly found themselves dropped to the floor. Kurt tensed up, automatically bracing for pain, but when none came he opened his eyes and glanced around to see bits of splintered wood surrounding them. Stunned, he looked up and met Blaines equally dumbfounded expression.

Laughter bubbled up until he could no longer contain it. "Oh my god. Are you okay?"

Blaine was chuckling, too by then and pushed himself to his feet before extending a hand down. "Yes. Are you?"

Kurt nodded as he let Blaine help him up. They looked back at the ruined table, its top still intact, but three legs now detached, one of them split right down the middle.

"Your table! Im so sorry."

"Dont worry. I know a guy who can fix it."

Another giggle escaped Kurts lips. "I imagine you do." He reached out a hand and slid a finger under the waistband of Blaines trousers, rubbing back and forth against the material of his tucked in shirt. "I dont want to be presumptuous, but I think wed be much safer if we moved this into the bedroom."

Blaine stared at him with a slightly dazed expression. "Okay."