Although his hands were sore and he knew he had to stop at some point, Blaine continued punching the bag in front of him. He felt his top being soaked by sweat and every muscle in his body screamed for recovery, but his brain still was way too active.

I kissed a boy. Why did I kiss him? Well, it wasn’t just any boy, it was Kurt. But why did I kiss him?

He punched faster and harder. He had always known that he hadn’t felt for Maria the way he was supposed to feel for her. But until now he never thought about it. He knew that, although Kurt had a feminine appearance, he was definitely a boy. The most beautiful person in the world, yes, but a boy.

So, maybe I’m attracted to him. Physically. But I can’t have feelings for him. Can I?

But Blaine knew that there was more than the physical part.
He remembered Kurt’s eyes laying on his and the way he felt, seeing everything in them he missed while looking into Marias.

The memory of soft lips against his popped into his mind and the sensations coming with it, so intense and overwhelming, were too much. Blaine had to sit down; his breath was heavy from the physical, as well as the mental exhaustion.

It’s pointless. Even if I like him, he will hate me now.

His thoughts always lent to that point, the way back to his rooms, while showering and changing to his sleeping clothes. Luckily he fell asleep out of debility as soon as his head hit the pillow; otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stop the tears from falling.

Blaine sat down next to his father at their breakfast table. He was glad they had their private sun deck, so there would be no disturbance and he could eat in silence.

Although he hadn’t got a chance to freak out the other night, his subconscious had tortured him in his dreams, replaying the kiss again and again.

Maybe that was the reason why he had laid upside down in the bed in the morning.

His mother gave him a concerned look while he dully stared at the table and he quickly acted busy, getting some egg for breakfast as soon as he noticed so she wouldn’t ask. She always was the first one to sense when he was bothered by something or had trouble in any way. Normally he was happy about it, but today he honestly didn’t want to explain anything to her.

Still feeling her eyes on himself, Blaine quickly turned to talk to his father.

“What are you doing today father?” James looked up from the newspapers he was reading, confused as they normally didn’t talk about their day at all.

“Well I’m going to meet a few partners again. I hope we’ll be able to have an agreement with this company, it’s called-“ Blaine cut him off, knowing that he either could help his father by doing his duty as heir of the company and show up at those meetings or spend time with Maria and his mother. Because he couldn’t say7 which of the women he would like to avoid more, his decision was very easy.

“If it’s okay, I would like to come with you. I could see what I will have to do in a few years.” he lied. His father had never been more surprised than at those words. After getting over the first shock, he smiled.

“That would be great Blaine. I’m happy you finally seem to get a bite more mature.”

Twenty minutes later Blaine walked next to his father along the guardrail.

The meeting with his fathers’ partners was set at the first promenade deck, right in front of the bridge. Blaine let his mind wander while they walked past families with their screaming children and sure enough it went straight to the one person that was on his mind constantly: Kurt.

There is definitely something special about him. Even if he glares at me I can’t help flushing and thinking about running my Thumb over his skin to smooth the wrinkle between his eyebrows. And yesterday… Even while he was crying, he just looked beautiful with that expression on his face. And nobody does that.

“…Hummel thinks we will have a great working atmosphere, and I have to say I agree. His family is very decent.” Blaine got ripped out of his thought by the sound of his name.

“Who?” he quickly asked, eager to hear his fathers statement.

“Mr. Hummel. I told you we are going to make a deal with his company this morning, didn’t I?” Blaine’s heart sank into his boots. His plan to avoid any conversation having something to do with Kurt hadn’t worked out as well as he had hoped.

Oh my god, what am I doing if he told his father? What am I doing if he’s here too?

One moment he thought about excusing himself, telling a lie about being seasick, but it was too late, as they just turned around a corner and reached the promenade deck.

And sure as hell he immediately spotted the slim figure of one Kurt Hummel.

Suddenly his heart was back at its place, pounding so fast that it seemed like it would want to catch up the beats it had missed.

Blaine’s father greeted the other people around them, while Blaine found himself staring at Kurt one more time. When the other boy looked up and their eyes met, the time seemed to stop for a moment before continuing, letting them blush hard and look away again quickly.

Blaine had to greet the people he hadn’t met yet, it was an endless torture of shaking hands and faking smiles. They decided to walk along the ship while talking about the deal. Blaine walked after them, not daring to look up, in case Kurt would notice his look (because there was nothing else he would have looked at), not able to concentrate on the conversation around him. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm, dragging him to a door that led inside. As soon as they were through the door, he found himself held up against it, lips pressing him into the wood.

He would recognize that taste everywhere.

“Kurt” he breathed, not able to say any other word. Slowly, the other boy released him, but stayed close. They both needed to catch their breath, but Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, inhaling his extraordinary scent, afraid this moment would vanish like an illusion if he let go.

After a few seconds, his mind caught up to the situation and he let go of him.

Wait. Kurt. Kissed. Me.

He stared at Kurt, finding him looking back with big eyes, the bright blue almost glowing. He couldn’t define Kurt’s expression, but he knew it was neither anger nor disgust.

“I don’t understand it. I mean, you hated me the moment I ran into you.” He blurted out without thinking, mesmerized by Kurt’s intense gaze.

He felt the other boy’s breath tickling on his face as he spoke.

“I did. Because I always tried to understand why I couldn’t find a girl I was attracted to. I told myself that I just couldn’t feel attraction to anyone. And then I met you. There you were, good-looking and charming and sweet… and flirty. I was ashamed to have these thoughts about you and didn’t know how to act, because there was no way… And then you kept showing up and I just didn’t know what to say in your presence, afraid you would notice, so I said all these terrible things. I felt guilty when you were upset, but I was afraid of my feelings too. And then you kissed me, and it felt so good. I just ran off because I needed to think about it, about my feelings, and…” Blaine had never seen anything more adorable than Kurt’s flushed cheeks, and the things he was babbling were the sweetest words he had ever heard. His heart was racing faster than ever, and he knew it was the best feeling he had ever felt.
Now it makes some sort of sense. He was scared too.

Kurt seemed to be too embarrassed to continue, so Blaine had to think of a way to make him comfortable. He needed to tell him the way he felt.

“I know. I feel the same way about you. When I looked at you… It was nothing like looking at any girl. I was stunned by your whole presence. I wanted to impress you and felt like a fool, a stuttering, flushing mess. And when I made you cry yesterday… It was the worst I’ve ever felt. And I just needed to do something about it. And I was so confused why I couldn’t get you out of my head. But now I’m not confused anymore.”

Blaine couldn’t resist, he had to take Kurt’s hands in his, reassure himself that this was, in fact, real. Kurt ran his thumbs against Blaine’s, looking at their intertwined fingers.

I can’t believe this is happening.

How would my parents react to this? He’s a boy after all. And I’m engaged!

“What do we do now? Not that I want to keep this a secret, it’s just… What will our parents say? I mean… What is this?” Kurt looked very serious. He seemed to have thought about it also.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve never felt like this for another person. Even though we barely know each other, I feel so close to you.” His voice was trembling a bit, causing Blaine’s heart to stutter again.

He unwrapped one of his hands from Kurt’s to put it under his chin, gently making him meet his gaze. “What if we take some time to get to know each other? We don’t have to tell anyone about it as long as we can’t say what this is.” Kurt showed a little smile, bringing his free hand up to cup Blaine’s cheek, which caused a strange feeling in his stomach, hard pounding and lightly prickling at the same time.

“I’d love that.”