Crashing. That’s what he heard. He opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. The sun was shining brightly and rubbing it in his face that he was hungover. He groaned as he sat up, eyes going wide at the realization as the memories came flooding back to his mind.

Last night, he had sex. He had sex with Blaine. He had sex with Blaine, his escort. He almost had to lie back down to take it all in. What was wrong with him? He didn’t even know Blaine and he had sex with him. Kurt didn’t do things like that. Drunk Kurt apparently didn’t care about Sober Kurt’s feelings and morals.

He continued sitting up, reaching for his pants and slipping back into them. He tugged his polo over his head and grabbed the rest of his things that were scattered throughout the small space. Why were his clothes just thrown about? He shut his eyes briefly. He'd stripped. He'd done a strip tease for Blaine. He slowly stood up and headed out of the room. Where was he? The hallway was small and it dawned on him once he reached the door to the outside. He was on the boat. He took Blaine to the boat to have sex with him. Someone (Santana, probably) must have slipped something in one of his drinks last night.

He squinted more once he stepped onto the deck, almost having to shut his eyes because of the sunlight. He climbed to the edge of the boat and stood up, about to jump to the steps when he heard tapping.

“Ahoy there!” Burt called to his son, smiling.

Kurt sighed and waved. “Hi, Dad,” he said, jumping to the steps and running to his room, avoiding his father.

He immediately shut the door, tossing his things into a hamper before sitting on his bed. He felt something under his hand and noticed it was his wallet. He picked it up and almost threw it across the room. It was practically spilling over with money. There was something clinically wrong with him. There had to be. Kurt Hummel would not go to an ATM and withdraw every speck of money to his name in order to have sex with his escort. Santana probably slipped him roofies or something.

Last night didn't really happen, did it? Kurt thought to himself as he turned the wallet over in his hands. He didn't just do things like that. He didn't perform stripteases and seduce handsome escorts. He was, however, prone to vivid dreams whenever he'd been drinking. Of course that's what it was. Santana had probably put the idea in his head; he'd withdrawn the money, and then climbed aboard the boat when he arrived home. Yes. That's exactly what happened. At least... it was definitely plausible, ignoring the fact that the story had more plot holes than a Michael Bay movie.

He heard footsteps outside of the door and quickly shoved the wallet under the covers of the bed, turning back to see Blaine carrying a tray full of various different things on it. He smiled when he noticed the vase with the flower in it.

“Now, I don’t know what works for you, but I got you some stale crackers, some black coffee, a Bloody Mary, and a fried egg and cheese sandwich,” Blaine said, setting the tray down next to Kurt, leaning in for a kiss.

Kurt pulled back at the last second. “Blaine.”

“Yes?”

“I have to ask you something. Something about last night,” Kurt began.

“All right,” Blaine said, his tone uneasy.

“What happened?” Kurt asked, searching Blaine's face for any kind of sign that his 'memories' of last night were true.

Blaine’s face faltered slightly before he turned away. “Nothing happened.”

Kurt smiled a little. He had imagined the entire thing. He knew he wouldn’t have done something like that even if he was drunk. He picked up the coffee mug and stood up, passing Blaine on his way towards the bathroom. “Thanks.”

He shut the door behind him, taking another sip of the coffee before setting the mug on the sink and turning the shower on. He stripped himself of his clothes and stepped in, letting the hot water run over his body. It felt amazing. He did kind of feel like a truck had run over him but the hot water was doing its work. He felt infinitely more relaxed than he had a few moments before, but that feeling was ripped away from him as the shower curtain flew to one side and Blaine was standing there staring at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kurt all but screamed, staring at Blaine.

“Is this for last night?” he asked, waving Kurt’s wallet in between them.

“No! Of course not, how could it be? Nothing happened,” Kurt said, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious standing in the shower naked in front of Blaine.

“If I was gonna charge you, I’d have told you beforehand. I thought I explained that,” Blaine said, still gripping the wallet, staring at Kurt’s face.

“I… I didn’t want you think that I was expecting anything for free… or that I was expecting anything at all,” Kurt stammered. “I mean, obviously, I was expecting something or else I wouldn’t have stopped at that ATM on the way home.”

“Well, just so you know, you’re three hundred short,” Blaine spat, turning and walking out of the bathroom, throwing the wallet onto the bed.

“Wait a minute; you’re telling me that if something happened last night, I owe you seventeen hundred dollars? That’s the same amount as three Alexander McQueen wallets,” Kurt said, running out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist. “That’s insane, Blaine.”

“Well, you probably should have thought about that before you went to the ATM,” he said, glaring at Kurt. “Besides that includes… you know. That’s the extra three-hundred.”

Kurt gaped at him. Had he just made the blow job gesture? No. That wasn’t… no… why was this happening? What was Kurt’s life? What was it turning into? He watched as Blaine stomped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. He threw together an outfit quickly and headed down the stairs, wanting to finish the conversation.

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Blaine was sitting at the table next to Burt who was reading the paper. Blaine was jabbing his fork into the eggs, pushing them around the plate. He was still so angry about the whole exchange between him and Kurt that he almost didn’t hear Burt talking to him.

“Are you a boatsman, Blaine?” he asked, glancing at Blaine over the paper.

Blaine thought for a moment before smirking a little. “I am now, sir.”

“Nice to see someone’s making use of it at last,” Burt muttered, causing Blaine to almost choke on his orange juice. “The boat.”

Blaine nodded, thankful for the clarification. He stood up and walked over to the fridge, getting the bottle of orange juice to refill his glass.

“Morning, Dad,” Kurt sing-songed, as he walked in, heading towards the fridge, cutting Blaine off.

“What if I didn’t want you to do that to me?” he whispered, grabbing the water.

“The three hundred’s for you doing it to me,” Blaine whispered back, causing Kurt’s jaw to drop open.

“What?” Kurt asked.

“Believe me, if anything had happened, it would have been one of the highlights… for you,” Blaine scoffed, pouring the orange juice in his glass.

“But nothing did,” Kurt shot back.

“Yep, that’s why you get to keep your money,” Blaine said, putting the orange juice away and heading back to his seat.

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“The wedding dance is the most important dance moment in a person’s life, a room full of friends and family, watching, smiling, betting on how long the marriage will last. All you’ll have is each other and whatever skills you acquire today.”

Blaine could swear that his eyes would have rolled right out of their sockets if he had done it any harder. They were late, as usual. He and Kurt walked over to the small circle and linked hands with Finn and Rachel, who swung their hands and giggled.

“Now, pair off!” The instructor shouted as the music started at an incredibly loud decibel.

Rachel instantly went to Finn and Kurt saw Santana go over to Puck. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. Figures. He looked at Blaine and sighed, placing his hand on Blaine’s shoulder and taking Blaine’s hand in his other. They sort of stood there awkwardly, Blaine glancing around. Kurt sighed and tugged Blaine’s arm around his waist. They had to dance and make it look like they were in love… it wouldn’t have been so hard were Kurt not so angry with him.

They started off slowly, Blaine taking the leading position, which Kurt was fine with. He much preferred this than dancing with Jonathan, whose idea of dancing was doing the sprinkler. They were lagging behind the beat of the music and Kurt huffed.

“What’s the matter, Blaine? Two left feet?” Kurt asked, smirking, feeling confident that he one-upped Blaine.

He was not expecting what happened next. He started to turn, but tripped over Blaine’s foot which had been purposefully placed in the pathway he was taking. Blaine caught him before he fell and turned him to face him. Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, slamming his foot down on top of Blaine’s, causing Blaine to wince in pain. Kurt was satisfied now. He was smirking and proud of himself.

Blaine let go of Kurt’s waist and spun him away from him before reeling him back in sharply. They stood there for a few moments before they started to spin slowly. Kurt stared at Blaine, still scowling slightly but as they started spinning faster and faster, Kurt started smiling. He noticed that Blaine was smiling and laughing as they spun across the floor, still mindful of the other couples.

Kurt felt happy. He didn’t know how that horrible angry feeling just left him, but he was honestly glad for it. He didn’t want to be angry with Blaine. He had feelings for the man, and was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he did, but at that moment, he didn’t care. He was with Blaine and having a great time just letting go of everything.

He hadn’t even noticed that the song was nearing the end, until Blaine spun him out and then brought him back in to dip him. Kurt stood up and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, squeezing him and chuckling. He sighed when he felt Blaine’s arms secured around his waist.

“Maybe they should teach you how to dance.”

Kurt’s head shot up and he looked at Rachel and Finn who were still struggling and he smiled. Yeah, Finn really couldn’t dance… Rachel was doomed during this first dance.

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“When I told you that I’ve never done a wedding… it wasn’t because I’ve never been asked,” Blaine admitted, as they were sitting on the porch stairs, linking his hands together in front of him. “I’d just never said yes.”

“Why’d you say yes to me?” Kurt asked.

“There was something in your voice on the phone that day…” Blaine trailed off.

Kurt chuckled and looked at Blaine. “Desperation?”

Blaine turned his head and stared into Kurt’s eyes. “I think it was hope.”

Kurt’s head turned back to face the front when he heard a horn honking.

“Get moving, love birds, I’m getting married in the morning!” Finn shouted, honking the horn again.

Kurt smiled and laughed. “I guess we should move, huh?”

“I guess so. I really don’t want to see your brother angry; he might hulk out or something,” Blaine said, standing up and holding a hand out to help Kurt up.

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Blaine and Kurt had ridden up with Kurt’s parents to the lake. Kurt hadn’t been there in so long. The last time he was there was with Jonathan, Rachel, and Finn. That trip had also been a disaster due to Kurt getting a bad case of poison oak. He still never went that close to plants because of that.

“Here’s your room, sirs.”

Kurt walked in before Blaine and stopped, staring, “Oh, wow… that’s a big bed,” he said, turning his head to look at Blaine.

He smiled and ran over, jumping on the bed and crossing his feet. It was a comfy bed too. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again when he felt the bed moving. He turned his head to the left and stared at Blaine, who was looking up at the ceiling.

“You know what pisses me off? I’ve spent the entire weekend spilling my guts and I know nothing about you,” Kurt said, quietly.

Blaine took a breath. “I’m allergic to fabric softener. I majored in theater at Brown. I have a very expansive bow tie collection and I hate anchovies,” he said, still looking at the ceiling. “And… I think I’d miss you even if we’d never met.”

Kurt felt his breath hitch when Blaine’s fingers slowly entwined with his. He didn’t know what was going on but he wasn’t afraid of it. He liked Blaine. He didn’t really know why. He didn’t know him at all really. Yes, he had gotten that little blurb about him, but other than that, he knew nothing. He didn’t care either. He didn’t really know anything about him, but he still felt like he had known him for his entire life.

He never felt like this with Jonathan. He wouldn’t even date Jonathan until he knew every little thing about him and here he was ‘dating’ Blaine and he hadn’t even met him until they met on the plane to come here.

They spent the rest of the time before the small picnic just talking. Yes, Kurt had spent most of the weekend talking at Blaine, but not to him. He was happy. He was getting to know Blaine and that was great to him. At least he just wasn’t falling in love with the crazy ideas he had in his head.

They changed before heading out to the clearing to start the picnic. Finn was grilling, which was an ordeal in and of itself, trying to see who would grill, Finn or Burt. Finn usually won but Kurt figured his dad was just being nice because Finn was getting married.

He, Blaine, Santana, and his father were sitting around a table engrossed in a poker game. Kurt kept sneaking glances at Blaine whenever he wasn’t looking and smirking at him whenever he caught Kurt staring.

“You know, I might just call you. But if I did, I would lose because my hand is complete shit,” Santana said, throwing her cards on the table.

Kurt started laughing and took a sip of his drink while his father and Blaine placed their bets.

Santana leaned into Kurt’s shoulder. “Look at him. There’s gotta be something wrong with him. I bet it’s his cock. It probably has a kink in it, right?” she whispered, leaning against Kurt’s arm.

He laughed and leaned against her, smiling.

“Oh god, it’s fucking perfect,” she said, curling her lips up in disgust and envy.

“I’m gonna see you.” Burt said, glancing to Kurt and placing his bet.

Kurt brought the cards to his face and he smirked at Blaine and Santana. “And lookie-look here, a full house, woo!” he said, cheering himself on as he collected the money.

“I really need to start remembering the fact that he’s a poker wiz,” Burt said to Blaine, who just laughed and placed his cards on the table.

“Has anyone seen Rachel? The food’s almost ready and she’s gonna kill me if she doesn’t get first dibs,” Finn said, coming up with a platter of food.

Kurt turned to look at him. “Have you two ever had an honest to god fight where you actually resolved anything?”

“Yes,” Finn said.

“Yeah, right,” Kurt commented, continuing to pick up the money he won.

“Of course we have… if makeup sex is the best kind,” Finn stammered. “Not that I’m ever gonna find out.”

Kurt looked at Santana who was smirking and lunging towards the platter that Finn had.

“Come on, Finn!” she shouted, trying to grab the platter away from him as he took off.

Kurt followed them, trying to help Santana reign in the moose that was Finn Hudson. They must have looked like a sight but he didn’t care. He was actually having fun and that was something new for him whenever he was with Finn and Rachel. He missed having fun. This whole weekend had been great and Kurt knew it was because of Blaine. He was so different from what Kurt was used to and that was so refreshing and he loved it. He was genuinely happy.

“You seem to have a way with people. Why don’t you go and rustle up the bride before Kurt and Santana kill the groom trying to get the food,” Burt laughed, getting up from his seat and walking over to Carole.

Blaine looked around, hoping Rachel was easy to find because really, there weren’t many places that she could be in this situation. He headed toward the boat house and before he placed his hand on the door knob, he heard shouting. One voice was definitely Rachel’s and the other one he couldn’t really place. Then, he knew. Jonathan. He found himself glaring and he just did not like that guy.

He carefully opened the door and stepped in, walking towards the two of them. He was about to step in when he saw Jonathan holding Rachel by the wrists.

“Why are you bringing this up now? I love Finn,” she was saying. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to tell me…” He stopped when he noticed Blaine standing in the doorway, quickly collecting himself. “The blue shirt or white shirt for the rehearsal dinner?”

Blaine was giving him a look and he watched as Jonathan let go of Rachel and rushed past him, heading out the door and slamming it shut. Blaine walked to Rachel and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt. Burt sent me.”

“What for?” she asked quietly.

“To make sure you’re okay.”

She sighed and took a few steps forward and away from Blaine, looking out onto the lake. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Do believe a place has a memory?”

Blaine’s eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing.

“When Finn and I started dating back in high school, we all used to come up here in the summer and spend weekends,” she said, sitting down on the one of the chairs, clutching a pillow to her chest. “I hope it doesn’t remember everything.”

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“Kurt, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jonathan asked.

“A minute? Let me think, you strung my son along for seven years of his life when he could have been in New York the entire time instead of dealing with your bullshit and now you want a minute of his time? Sure. Go ahead,” Burt said, nudging Jonathan’s shoulder.

Kurt smiled at Jonathan and turned to his father. “Thanks for the solidarity, Dad, but next time, a little less information.”

He walked over to Jonathan. “What do you want, Jonathan?”

Jonathan took a breath. “No matter how certain one is of one’s position of what one should or shouldn’t do, one sometimes discovers that one is not as one would have hoped one would have been,” he began, cryptically.

Kurt stared at him and started chewing on the straw in his drink. What the hell was Jonathan talking about? He never spoke like that… using the word 'one' way too many times and making it so difficult to follow that not even the best hackers could crack the code.

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Kurt asked.

“I’m sorry. Look, I feel like I need to tell you something.”

Kurt looked over Jonathan’s shoulder and saw Blaine standing there, looking flustered.

“God, you’re not even listening to me,” Jonathan huffed.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be right back,” Kurt said, running off towards Blaine.

He didn’t like the expression that was on Blaine’s face. He looked upset and Kurt didn’t know why. He reached Blaine and placed his hand on his forearm. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Blaine looked at him and then to Jonathan and then back to Kurt. He nodded and took Kurt’s hand in his. They started walking and Blaine brought Kurt’s hand to his lips, kissing his palm. Kurt quirked an eyebrow and smiled. Whatever was going on, Kurt liked it. It had been two years since someone showed such affection. Jonathan had never done that. Kurt liked it. He liked it a lot.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Kurt asked, wrapping an arm around Blaine’s waist.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” Blaine assured him, placing a kiss on Kurt’s temple. “Fine.”

“Good.”