He placed his hand on the railing and gripped it tight, pulling himself up to the first step and then the next. Soon enough he had successfully made it to the top of the stairs without hurting himself. He smiled to himself and made his way to his old room. He stood outside the door for a few moments, working up the courage to actually walk in and do what he was planning. This wasn’t like him. He never had plans like this unless someone else (usually Santana) had given him the idea first.

Opening the door as quietly as he could, he tip-toed across the room to where Blaine was sleeping soundly. Kurt almost didn’t want to wake him just by how peaceful and good looking he was when he slept, but extended his hand all the same and placed it on Blaine’s exposed shoulder, squeezing it gently a few times.

Blaine’s eyes opened immediately and he looked at Kurt. “Are you all right?” he asked sleepily.

“Shhh,” Kurt said, handing Blaine his shirt from the evening and pulling him out of the bed.

He helped Blaine put his shirt back on, actually quite thankful that Blaine was still wearing his boxer briefs. This would have been even more difficult if Blaine had been naked under the blankets. He kept his hand in Blaine’s and led him down the stairs and out of the house, despite Blaine's sleepy protests.

When they stood in front of the boat, he climbed onto the side and turned around; slinking backwards in what he hoped was an alluring way. Blaine's eyes were dark and unreadable, and entirely too distracting—so much so that all at once, he felt the edge of the boat disappear from under him and suddenly, he was flat on his back.

After the initial shock wore off, Kurt was unable to hold in a bellow of laughter. He just couldn’t believe that. The one time he actually tried to be sexy and it backfired with him falling into a boat. Backwards. He couldn’t stop laughing and even as Blaine was pulling him up and telling him to be quiet, he still couldn’t stop.

When he finally managed to compose himself, he looked at Blaine. “Shhh...” he said, bringing a finger to Blaine’s lips and leading him inside the boat with no idea where anything was, let alone if there was a couch or a bed. He was just relying on hope and luck.

He was relieved to find an actual bed on board—from the outside, the boat truly didn’t look big enough for one, but Kurt was grateful nonetheless. He placed his hand on Blaine’s chest, gently pushing until he was lying on the bed.

Having never acted like this with Jonathan—he'd been this drunk only once before, and had passed out before he could even think to attempt a seduction—Kurt had no idea what he was doing, and was relying purely upon instinct. Until he caught sight of the way Blaine was looking at him, he didn't even know if what he was doing was remotely sexy. He didn’t find himself appealing when he was sober but apparently when alcohol was raging through his blood, he was like a panther.

He brought his hands to the ascot around his neck, tugging it off and tossing it at Blaine, before pulling off the sweater vest and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. He stared at Blaine, who was lying on the bed in his boxer briefs. Kurt didn’t want to take his eyes off of him for fear that all of this wasn’t real. His hands started unbuttoning his shirt and he swore to himself. He should have worn a polo under that damn vest. He fumbled with the buttons, his motor skills obviously affected by his binge drinking. He looked down, trying to get the buttons undone.

Before the movement really registered, Blaine was sitting at the edge of the small bed, his hands steadying Kurt’s own. Kurt’s eyes caught his and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as his shirt parted. He almost gasped when he felt Blaine’s hands glide across his shoulders and down his arms, guiding the shirt off Kurt’s body.

The blush was visible on his face as he looked at Blaine, caught between embarrassment at standing there in argyle socks and puffy capri pants, and anticipation of what about about to happen. Kurt’s hands had no trouble with his belt or zipper and he hurriedly shucked the clothes off, shaking his feet to get the socks off as well.

He looked up to see Blaine smiling. At least he wasn’t laughing. Kurt put his hand on Blaine’s chest again, pushing him back and crawling on top of him. He stared into Blaine’s eyes for a moment, almost debating on next move when he leaned his head down to meet Blaine’s lips with his own, immediately feeling a shock run through his body. This kiss was nothing like the one at Rachel’s party. That had been for show, to make people believe that they were together and in love and happy. This one made Kurt feel every one of his nerves being set on fire. The sensations just from Blaine’s tongue tracing his bottom lip were unreal.

Blaine’s hands settled on Kurt’s lower back, his fingers gently caressing Kurt’s skin, making goose bumps appear. It felt like the bed had been pulled out from under him when Blaine flipped them over. He hadn’t been expecting that, but it was even better than before. Kurt couldn’t fathom how good this felt. He remembered that with Jonathan he never felt like this. Those times just weren’t comparing. Blaine was a miracle worker… not only was he the Yoda of escorts; he was the Yoda of sex.

He couldn’t believe himself. Blaine was on top of him and kissing his neck and Kurt was thinking about a wrinkly, green puppet that spoke backwards. There really was something wrong with him.

Kurt pawed at Blaine’s back and tangled their legs, needing to just touch him, believe that he was real and not just a very lively figment of Kurt’s alcohol-addled imagination. Kurt didn’t believe he could think up someone as perfect as Blaine. He wasn’t capable of that.

Though perhaps he was, Kurt thought as Blaine silently began kissing his way across Kurt's chest. Kurt's fingers tangled through Blaine's for once gel-free curls, and he reveled in how soft and full they felt under his touch. Perhaps he was capable of dreaming up someone this perfect, and as sensation after sensation washed over him, Kurt closed his eyes and decided to let whatever happened happen.