Kurt really didn't like to dream. For the longest time, after his mother passed away, he only dreamt of her. Most people would feel comforted by dreams of loved ones they had lost, but not Kurt. Dreams about his mom were just a constant reminder that she was gone. After Finn and Rachel died, they constantly haunted his dreams. Sometimes, he relived his favorite memories of high school Glee club, and woke up thinking they were still alive. Other nights he dreamt of their funeral. He was back sitting in that small church in Lima, holding Junior's and Barbra's hands. He watched over and over as their coffins were lowered into the ground knowing that, for a while at least, the world had become colder and lost some of its color.

This dream, the one he was having right now, was different. In fact, it was amazing. Kurt could feel warmth all around him, surrounding him. He could hear the sounds of the waves crashing on the sand. He was probably on a beach. Sunlight kissed his skin, leaving a trail of heat along his jaw and neck. He felt the breeze move over his body, tracing patterns along his legs and arms. He had an overwhelming urge to touch himself; to run his fingers lightly over his chest and neck. He sucked a finger into his mouth and ran it over his nipple, delighting in the shiver of pleasure it sent racing down his body. It seemed to connect with another sensation of warmth over his cock, and danced playfully over his balls. He licked another finger and did it again, feeling the same thrill shoot over his body.

He reached down with trembling fingers to find the source of the electricty crackling through him, but the something brushed against his thigh. Tendrils of silk tickled his skin, and he laughed lightly. He felt the laugh echo through him from the location of the silky tendrils, and the hum of it against his sensitive skin surged along every nerve.

He wanted to talk to the source of this immense pleasure, give it a name. He wanted to open his eyes, try and see the thing that made him feel so incredible, but he was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he would abandon the dream, and be left with cold reality.

"Kurt."

He felt it more than heard it, moving through his body in waves.

"That's right, Kurt. Why don't you open your eyes for me."

Kurt became vaguely aware that he had started talking, or at least mumbling somewhat incoherently. The breeze on his body took hold of his hips. The crackle of electricity on his skin grew more intense. It pooled in his limbs, coiled in his stomach, set everything it touched on fire.

He heard a strange voice on the breeze now, and it called out a name.

Kurt felt so relaxed, so at peace. He could stay on this beach forever. But something deep inside pushed him to claw his way out of this paradise. It whispered promises to him, told him something better awaited him if he opened his eyes.

Sensations became sharper. He tossed his head from side to side, trying to shed the darkness and climb towards the sun. The strange voice became louder, more defined, high and desperate, and full of want and need.

He finally recognized the sound of his own voice, and it called out a single name.

"Blaine!"

Several things immediately came into focus.

He wqqas still lying in bed, waking up to the sound of the ocean outside the window. Streams of sunlight stretched out over him, bathing him in its warm morning glow, and the amazing sensation of electricity came from Blaine - his hands traveling over Kurt's skin, and his mouth massaging his cock.

Kurt looked down to see Blaine's eyes gazing adoringly back up at him, those golden eyes smiling at the stunned, sleepy look on Kurt's face.

Kurt reached down to touch Blaine's hair, pulling at the silky strands of Blaine's mass of curls. Blaine swirled his tongue around Kurt's shaft and sucked hard, pulling off Kurt with an obscene wet pop. Kurt arched his back and keened.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Blaine smirked at the wrecked mess of a man before his eyes.

"Don't stop!" Kurt pushed Blaine's head back down toward his cock. "Whatever that was, do it again, just...don't stop!"

Blaine smiled, eager to return to his work, when Kurt realized that Blaine was too far away. Kurt got an idea. Before Blaine's tongue could touch Kurt again and he lost all ability for comprehensible speech, Kurt tugged on Blaine's hair, forcing him up.

"No, no, no," Kurt murmured. "Too far. You're too far away. Get up here."

Blaine tried to lay his body down over Kurt's, but Kurt was shaking his head again.

"Nope. Not like that." Kurt lightly smacked Blaine's arm. "You're not done. Turn around."

Blaine furrowed his brow, confused at the directions Kurt gave him, until he finally realized what Kurt wanted. Blaine turned his body completely around so he faced Kurt's feet and climbed on top of him. It took a moment of awkward maneuvering to get the positioning right. Blaine sank his mouth over Kurt's cock again, and Kurt sucked Blaine's cock into his own mouth.

Kurt didn't want to admit to Blaine that he had never tried this before, but he had definitely fantasized about it tons of times. Kurt found it a little difficult to focus. Sometimes, the relentless movement of Blaine's tongue over Kurt's cock would paralyze him, and he would stop, allowing Blaine to fuck his mouth for awhile. Other times he would get caught up in the delicious noises he could force Blaine to make by increasing the suction of his mouth, or the angle of his tongue, and the sensation of Blaine mouthing over his erection would lessen.

The new view of Blaine's body from this position was quite distracting. At this angle Kurt got an unobstructed view of Blaine's abs, tensing as they fought to keep himself hovering just above Kurt; Blaine's muscular legs, trembling slightly when Kurt sucked slowly from base to head.

Kurt knew he was nearing his orgasm. Blaine had been working on Kurt much longer than Kurt had his mouth on Blaine. Kurt wanted them to cum together. He loved the connection of the two of them reaching climax at the same time. Kurt eyed the tiny bottle of lube sitting precariously at the edge of the bedside table, within reach of his fingertips. Kurt grabbed the lube and popped the top. He felt Blaine's legs tense a little at the sound of the bottle opening, but he trusted Kurt. Trusted that Kurt wouldn't hurt him, and that whatever he did, he would make Blaine feel incredible.

Kurt warmed the lube in his hand, fumbling momentarily when Blaine sucked especially hard. Kurt had to concentrate not to just give in to the urge to cum now, choosing to wait instead for Blaine. Kurt trailed his finger along Blaine's crack, carefully searching out and finding his entrance. Kurt felt Blaine tense again, slowing his movements over Kurt's cock as he focused on the path of Kurt's finger. Kurt slowly circled the tense hole, and Blaine relaxed, moaning over Kurt's cock. That almost finished Kurt, feeling Blaine's wanton moan wash over his erection.

Kurt massaged a little more until he felt Blaine's body opening up for him, then pushed slowly inside. Blaine stopped sucking on Kurt altogether, not out of resistance, but to revel for a moment in the welcome intrusion of Kurt's finger. Kurt felt how tight Blaine was, how unaccustomed he was to being touched this way.

Kurt moved his finger slowly, dragging in and out of Blaine, paying attention to his body's cues.

The extremely loud moaning that followed was a big cue.

Blaine's reaction to Kurt fingering him was extremely unexpected. Kurt thought Blaine would be hesitant to have Kurt finger him, but the exact opposite turned out to be true. Blaine moaned like a whore as Kurt scissored him, adding a second finger to open him up, massaging deep inside. Blaine bucked back on Kurt's fingers when Kurt didn't move enough for him.

The angling was a little difficult to get used to, but when Kurt found and hit that special spot deep inside Blaine, Blaine nearly came. Blaine's assault on Kurt's cock was relentless. Blaine sucked to mimic the movements of Kurt's fingers. Kurt squirmed, bucking his hips to meet Blaine's mouth and the exquisite attack of his tongue.

Kurt ran his free hand up over Blaine's cheek and spanked him hard, feeling Blaine tighten around his fingers. Kurt imagined that tight heat around his cock just at the moment Blaine sucked and pulled off, and Kurt was done. Kurt's moan was muffled around Blaine's erection. Kurt spanked Blaine again hard, and Blaine succumbed to his own orgasm, cumming hard down Kurt's throat.

Kurt sucked and swallowed around Blaine's cock until he could feel Blaine start to soften, then pulled away panting. Kurt removed his fingers carefully, hearing Blaine hiss and moan a little at the emptiness. Blaine rolled off Kurt ad smiled.

"I want to wake up like that every morning." Blaine sighed, utterly sated. Kurt felt his heart crack just a fraction.

"That would be nice." Kurt turned on his side away from Blaine, looking out the pation door toward the ocean. He felt Blaine crawl up behind him, kissing him on the neck gently.

"That was definitely an excellent idea." Blaine sighed against Kurt's shoulder, rubbing a hand up and down the soft skin of Kurt's side.

Kurt stayed quiet and still, staring out at the rising sun. Kurt didn't speak, too afraid that if he opened his mouth, about a million 'I love you's' would slip out.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, concerned by his silence.

"Do you want to go out and sit on the patio?" Blaine asked. "Watch the sun rise?"

Kurt shook his head. He wrapped his arms over Blaine's.

"Kurt?" Blaine nuzzled against the nape of Kurt's neck. "Did I do something? Is there something wrong?"

"No, sweetheart." Kurt sighed. "I'm just thinking."

"What about?" Blaine wasn't sure that he really wanted to know.

"Do you think...maybe, that we're falling into these feelings too fast?" Kurt hoped quietly that Blaine would say no.

Blaine considered Kurt's question for a moment.

"Maybe," Blaine answered honestly, "if we were different people, I'd say yes, but..."

"But what?" Kurt turned his head to look back at Blaine.

"I don't know," Blaine raised a hand to Kurt's mouth, running his thumb over Kurt's lip. "I don't feel like I'm getting to know you. I feel like...like I'm remembering you from something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," Blaine laughed. "That sounded like a line, didn't it."

"A little." Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine's nose, watching Blaine scrunch his face in response. "But it was a good line."

"Well, tell me how you feel...about us." Kurt turned and shifted to look at the man in his arms.

"My rational brain tells me this is moving too fast," Kurt admitted, "and that maybe I've just been alone for so long, that I really want this to be something it's not going to be."

"O-kay." Blaine sounded hurt. He put a hand on Kurt's chest. "What does your heart tell you?"

Kurt sighed, looking down at Blaine's hand over his heart.

"My heart tells me..." Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes, "...that I've been looking for you forever."

Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt closer to him. He captured Kurt's lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. When Blaine pulled away, he caught a glimpse of Kurt's eyes, shining slightly in the morning sunlight, before Kurt looked back down at Blaine's hand.

"I have an idea," Blaine said. "Let's go to dinner tonight."

Kurt looked at Blaine, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Pick a place. Anywhere you want. We'll sit and talk until we're sick of talking. Then we can come back here...and see how we feel...about us."

Kurt's features smoothed as he considered Blaine's idea.

"I guess that sounds fair."

Kurt rolled back over to watch the sun light the water of the waves, curling and dissolving as they rushed to the shore.

*                                                                    *                                                         *                                                     *

Kurt walked into his house and saw what looked like a bomb had gone off.

"What happened?" Kurt swept his eyes around the cluttered living room, mouth agape.

Dave rushed out in his suit, handing little Elphaba off to Kurt.

"Mrs. Cooper stopped by this morning." Dave grimaced as he searched for his briefcase.

Kurt stopped dead.

"From C.P.S.?"

"Yup." Dave overturned a pile of books on the kitchen table and cursed as they slid loudly to the floor. "Junior!" he bellowed. "Come clean up this mess."

Kurt followed Dave numbly as Dave continued lifting up couch cushions in search of his briefcase.

"I was having trouble getting Eva to sleep last night," Dave explained curtly. "She had a level fifty meltdown. I guess the neighbors called."

Kurt wanted to scream. Why couldn't things just be easy?

"But they know she's autistic." Kurt groaned. "Why do they keep calling Child Protective Services?"

"You know why." Dave gave Kurt a pointed look.

Kurt did know why. Ever since their neighbors had moved in six months ago, they had been vying for the plot of land Kurt and Dave's trailer sat on. Since Kurt and Dave had one of the oldest trailers in the park, it was just a matter of time before management demanded that they trade up to a newer model...which of course they couldn't afford. The neighbors seemed to know that. How, Kurt never knew. They also seemed to catch wind of what Kurt did for a living. They had since made it their mission to get Kurt and Dave kicked out of the park, and since it wasn't illegal to be a dominatrix, the neighbors were trying to get them forced out because of Eva. And if Kurt and Dave were declared unfit as a consequence, then so be it.

"I really need to figure out something horrible to do to those rat bastards," Kurt mumbled. Dave stopped searching and sighed heavily.

"Kurt, we really need you at home." Dave knew it wasn't fair, putting this on Kurt, but everything went so much smoother when Kurt was home. The girls listened to Kurt, better than they listened to Dave. Even though Eva didn't really bond with anyone, she at least settled down when Kurt told her to. Dave prayed that some day soon they would come across the key that unlocked that place in Eva's mind that neither of them seemed to be able to touch.

"You know that when Eva really goes off the deep end, you're the only one who can calm her down."

Kurt looked down at little Elphaba, busily involved with trying to stuff her fist into her mouth. Kurt sighed.

"Look," Kurt relented, feeling guilty for the fabulous evening and morning he had just had. "Maybe I can talk to Blaine about altering our arrangement. "

Dave sighed in relief. He turned around smiling till he caught a look at Kurt, eyes downcast, lost in thought. The man who had walked through the door and taken the giggling toddler from Dave's arms just moments ago looke young and vibrant and happy. This Kurt looked tired and resigned.

"No, Kurt." Dave put strong hands on Kurt's shoulders, massaging gently. "Don't do that. You only have a week left to spend with him. I'll...I'll figure something out."

Kurt didn't want to smile. He didn't want to seem happy that his family, his biggest responsibility, was struggling so that he could spend time with Blaine. It seemed sick somehow. Kurt could reason that he was getting paid, but it wasn't about that anymore.

The thought of not seeing Blaine anymore...Kurt suddenly found it hard to breathe.

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Blaine took the opportunity to drive to Nordstrom's and pick out a new outfit for his dinner with Kurt. Staying low profile wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Some sweats, a hoodie, and a beanie to cover his signature curls and he was basically invisible. He wished he could have gone shopping with Kurt. It would be nice to take Kurt shopping, to dress him up and spoil him. Kurt, of course, had tremendous fashion sense.  Blaine would love to see him at work.

As Blaine cut through the kids' department to get to the shoes, his fantasy of spoiling Kurt took an unexpected turn. He imagined going shopping with the kids, too; thinking how fun it would be to outfit the girls in dresses with matching shoes. Blaine bought himself a medium drip and took a seat in the sun, abandoning himself to his daydream. He knew that wooing Kurt would mean wooing the kids...and Dave, too. The more he thought about it, the more exciting it actually seemed. He wanted to know what he would have to do to win them all over.

If he asked Kurt, would Kurt tell him?

*                                                                 *                                                                *                                                     *

Blaine checked his reflection in the mirror.  His iPhone buzzed on the bedside table. He rushed to it, hoping to see a picture of Kurt.

Instead, he saw his agent, Thad.

"Hey, Thad." Blaine answered the phone happily. "What's the good word?"

Blaine heard a sigh from the other end of the call.

"No good word, I'm afraid," Thad said. Thad was one of the few people to whom Blaine had divulged the nature of his vacation. "They want you back up here."

Blaine's blood ran cold.

"What do you mean they want me back up there?" Blaine was livid. He wasn't sure how, but he had a feeling this had something to do with Mia's visit.

"They pulled the hiatus..." Thad paused, not wanting to continue, "...to discuss going on tour."

"But they decided not to do the tour this year!" Blaine practically screamed.

"Hey, now," Thad said defensively. "Don't shoot the messenger."

Blaine sat down on the bed and sighed. He didn't have anything to say.

"Hey," Thad said, breaking the silence. "I promise, I went to bat for you. I told them to talk to you about it in a week when you came back. I told them you haven't been on vacation in years, that you are completely devoted to the show."

'Completely devoted to the show'...those words stung.

"What did they say?" Blaine whispered.

Thad sighed again.

"They said that a hiatus isn't a vacation," Thad sympathized. "They can cut it at any time."

Blaine didn't want to go back. He suddenly couldn't breathe.

"When do they want me?"

Thad didn't answer right away.

When he did, he sounded contrite.

"They've called for a table reading...at noon tomorrow."