Blaine sat up suddenly, "Oh, shoot!"  He looked around wildly for a second, slightly disoriented from the disruption. "I forgot I had guys coming today to deliver flooring for the living room," Blaine explained to Kurt as he rose and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel.  "Im so sorry; I need to take care of this.

"Take your time--relax!" he called back to Kurt as he slipped into a terry robe, belted it quickly, and disappeared into the hallway. 

Kurt let his head drop against the back of the tub; then he sank down, down, down under the water to the bottom of the tub where, just for a moment, he contemplated staying. 

Eventually, the need for air drove him back to the surface.  He pulled the plug, stood up, and moved across the room to the glass-enclosed shower.  He would rinse off the soap bubbles and wash his hair before dressing. 

In some ways, this would be better, because he could be dressed when he talked to Blaine.  It would be so much less embarrassing to have clothing on when Blaine tossed him out of the house. 

Kurt opened the shower door and turned on the tap.  Water poured from the rainfall showerhead and sprayed from multiple body jets.  Kurt had watched enough HGTV to know that the cost of the hardware alone would pay for his rent for a month.

He stood under the cascade of water as the pulsing from nine strategically placed jets drummed against his skin, echoing his thoughts of recrimination. 

Liar, liar, liar. 

Kurt felt the drumbeat of the jets pound his body (liar, liar, liar) as he pictured Blaines face, so handsome in the grocery store. Then more memories came unbidden and with unexpected vividness.  He saw Blaine as his eyelids were fluttering down and he was sucking Kurts cock.  He saw the anxiety on Blaines face when the ducklings were in distress, and he saw the happiness on his face when they were rescued.  Kurt thought about how sweet and perfect Blaine felt in his arms.  He couldnt give him up.  He couldnt. 

Liar, liar, liar beat the jets on his skin. 

He would tell him.  He would.  Never in his whole life had he resorted to sleazy tactics to get what he wanted.  And now, the one time he chose to be a slime-ball, it was with the person who least deserved it.  Kurt would tell him.  Kurt would apologize, and he would walk away (or be kicked out, more likely) and never see Blaine again.  Blaines memory would forever be a painful reminder about how important it is to always do the right thing. 

The thought of not seeing Blaine again staggered Kurt.  He felt his stomach plummet to the point that he thought he might be sick. He reached out a shaking hand to the granite wall of the shower to steady himself, pressing his forehead against the cool stone.  The blackness of depression descended on him, and his breath sucked in with great gasps.  Only the knowledge that he needed to get out of the shower and dress kept him from sinking to a fetal position right there on the shower floor and bawling his eyes out. 

He jumped slightly as he heard the shower door click open, and he turned to see Blaine standing in the shower entrance, smiling--and completely naked.  Kurts gasps steadied as he sucked in a deep breath and openly stared, taking in the sight before him. 

Blaine had been naked before, but Kurt hadnt really had a chance to fully look.  Knowing this would be his last opportunity, he couldnt help but feast his eyes on Blaines compact body.  His chest and arms were hard contours, with a medium scattering of dark hair curling from across the upper reaches of his chest and around dusky nipples that were perfectly shaped and lovely, down towards his navel and belly.  His belly was flat but looked soft and warm, and his cock, thick and heavy, rested comfortably on a pillow of dark hair.  Short, sparse curls continued down to sturdy thighs and strong calves. 

If Kurt could build his own man from scratch, he would look exactly like Blaine.  He was a dream. 

Kurt realized suddenly that he was staring.  "I..."

Without hesitation, Blaine stepped up to him and wrapped his arms around Kurts waist. Kurt gasped as Blaines cooler body pressed against his, still hot and wet from the shower. 

"Will you..." Blaine started, and then his cheeks flushed.  "Um..." he licked his lips uncertainly. "Will you make love to me?"

Kurts heart splintered into a million pieces.  He stroked his hands down Blaines back, feeling Blaines skin pimple from the warmth of the shower and his touch.  It was one of the hardest things hed ever had to say, but he replied softly, "Blaine, Honey, I dont think thats a good idea."

"Oh," Blaine acknowledged in a small voice. "Okay."

Kurt had never heard so much disappointment conveyed in a single response, and he looked down to see Blaine staring at the shower floor with an absolutely crushed expression. 

"Oh, no, Honey..."

"No, Kris.  Its okay." Blaine tried to sound reassuring, but Kurt was alarmed to see tears pooling in his eyes. 

Kurt knew he was not a good person.  He wasnt.  He was deceitful.  Apparently he also was spineless because he absolutely could not bear to see the expression on Blaines face.  Not when he had the power to change it. 

He backpedaled rapidly. "No, Honey.  I just thought..." He trailed off, stammering a little. Then, more firmly, he continued, "Of course.  Of course Ill make love to you.  I want to.  I want to so badly.  You have no idea."  He punctuated his words by slowly reaching down behind Blaines thighs, spreading his long fingers, and lifting him so that Blaine was now in his arms with his legs wrapped around Kurts waist.  As Blaines cock met flesh to flesh, Kurt determinedly ignored his own twanging reaction, trying to keep in mind that the goal was love-making, not ravishing.

Kurt sidestepped so Blaine could reach the shower nozzle and turn it off.  Then he carried Blaine out of the shower and deposited him on the vanity long enough to retrieve one of the thick towels from the warming rack.  Kurt applied himself to drying Blaine, kissing his warm, damp skin as he passed over it with the towel, murmuring, "So, so beautiful," against Blaines body as he went. 

When Blaine was mostly dry, Kurt swiped the towel briskly and efficiently over his own body.  Then, lifting Blaine back up into his arms, he carried him to the bedroom and gently tossed him, damp and smiling, onto the bed.