Kurt knows Blaine has a firm body. Has felt it the few times he's let his hands wander during a make out session. Their relationship is still new, still fresh at three months and Kurt's still not sure about what to do with his hands.

But this is the first time he's really been able to take in the broadness of his boyfriends shoulders, the bulging of his biceps as he helps Kurt's dad lift some wooden beams. The veins in his forearms as he holds a piece in place. Blaine's long since discarded his polo, had carefully folded it and placed it on the table beside Kurt after Burt had asked him to help.

So now Kurt gets to watch his muscles bunch and flex under the flimsy fabric of his undershirt, soaked with sweat in the unforgiving July sun. He can't help when his mind begins to wander, imagining Blaine using those muscles to pin him against the wall and kissing him senseless. The strain of the muscles as Blaine hooks his hands under Kurt's thighs and lifts him up off the floor, his mouth finding that sweet spot Blaine had discovered the week before that had made Kurt gasp and clutch at those ridiculously broad shoulders...

He shakes himself out of his fantasies as Blaine walks over, accepting the sweet kiss as Blaine leans over and his nostrils are suddenly full of thick sweaty musk, grass and that unique Blaine smell that Kurt loves so much. He can't help the blush that surfaces when Blaine catches him staring as he takes a drink, some of the water missing his mouth and dribbling out of the corner of his mouth and trailing down his throat. Blaine winks, kissing him once again before returning to help Burt and Finn again, leaving Kurt to stare and imagine the possibilities.