I don't own Glee. I do plan to one day own a home in Martha's Vineyard.

Chapter 8

KURT POV

We left New York on a bus to Woods Hole, Massachusetts at 7:30 Friday morning. We arrived in Woods Hole at 1:45 pm and from there we caught the ferry over to Oak Bluffs, one of the main towns on the island. Blaine said we could have flown but, he preferred the bus ride. I would have preferred the plane but hey, he was paying.

The ferry ride over to the island was a great big party. People were happy to be headed to a weekend of rest and relaxation and the beer and wine was flowing. I laughed as women flirted with Blaine, inviting him to hook up with them during the weekend. He was always gracious, only telling them he didn't play for their team if he absolutely had to. He hated to disappoint. I was also very aware of the gay men checking him out. Who could blame them? He looked hot as hell in his khaki shorts, sandals and t-shirt. He had on these ridiculous pink sunglasses he loved for some reason and he hadn't bothered to cut his hair in a while. He was oozing sex appeal.

During the ride over we met an older, fun, gay couple everyone seemed to know named Russ and Mike. They had been together for over 20 years and owned a house on the island. Apparently they were known for throwing awesome parties where all the gays visiting the island gathered. They invited us to a party at their house Saturday night. We agreed to stop by.

Blaine had made reservations for us at the Harborside Inn in Edgartown. It was a beautiful inn, right by the Edgartown Harbor. As we checked in he turned to me.

"I booked one room with two beds but, if you would be more comfortable with your own room, they have one available. It's up to you."

"That's not necessary. One room is fine." Wasn't it?

Once we were settled, we grabbed a quick bite and headed to the beach.

I started applying ridiculous amounts of sunscreen to my arms and legs. My fair skin needed lots of protection. Blaine offered to do my back. Ohh. His hands felt so damn good. Firm, yet gentle. Without meaning to, I moaned.

He laughed. "You really are tense Kurt." He kept rubbing and massaging my shoulders and back. When he finally stopped, my body felt like jelly. I stayed on my stomach to hide my erection.

"I'm going into the water."

I watched him walk across the sand and into the ocean.

Maybe rebound sex wasn't such a bad idea.


We spent all day Saturday at South Beach. Soft sand and big waves. I could see why people loved coming here. There was nothing to do but eat and go to the beach. Blaine and I didn't talk much. Our silence was comfortable and relaxing. I was grateful for the quiet. Living with Rachel was like having a radio on 24 hours a day.

"Hey there young bucks!"

We looked up to see Russ and Mike walking towards us with all their beach gear. They set up a few feet from us. Blaine got excited when he spotted their soccer ball. He and Russ headed down by the water's edge to kick the ball back and forth while Mike and I watched and chatted. He and Russ lived in Manhattan. Russ was a heart surgeon and Mike was an architect. They had been coming to the Vineyard for years, preferring it over the snobbery and pretentiousness of the Hamptons. 10 years ago, they bought a house on the island in the town of Oak Bluffs. They spent most of their summer here.

"So Kurt, are you and Blaine partners?"

"No, just friends."

"Ah." Mike was quiet for a moment."You should grab him while you can. He is quite beautiful. Damaged, but beautiful."

What? I felt a little offended on Blaine's behalf.

"Damaged?"

"Oh, yeah," said Mike, rather matter of factly. "You can see it in his eyes. His beauty hasn't made him conceited or demanding. Instead, he loves. Probably too hard. Wrong person gets a hold of a soul like that, they either take advantage of it or abuse it. Or both." He was quiet for a moment and then, "Someone has done a number on that boy but, it's not too late. He's damaged, but not ruined."

I stared at Mike with my mouth open. He looked at me and laughed.

"Am I right?"

"How did you arrive at all of that from just a ferry ride conversation and a little chatting?"

He laughed again."Oh, I'm not psychic. Just an old fag whose been around a long time."

I never knew what to think when gay men used words like fag or queer in reference to themselves. I looked towards the ocean at Blaine. Was it fair to describe him as damaged? He was certainly heartbroken but...damaged? A thought popped in my head.

"Hey, why would someone want to be involved with someone whose damaged?"

"Because, if you love them strong, they love harder and better than any other."

With that, he stood up and walked to the water.

Leaving me with my thoughts.


Blaine and I arrived at Russ and Mike's party around 8:30 pm. It was quite a gathering and a hell of a spread. There was a generous open bar, a buffet featuring incredible fresh seafood, fruit and vegetables, all grown on the island. And then there were the guests. Beautiful, gay men of all ages, laughed and talked with one another. There was a dance floor and a karaoke machine. I wondered how long it would take Blaine to wander over and crank it up.

We greeted our hosts, grabbed glasses of wine and proceeded to take in the scene. Within 5 minutes a guy named Raki had made his way over to us and was chatting up Blaine. I couldn't help but feel jealous and a little possessive. I kept reminding myself that technically, Blaine was not there with me. We were just two friends on vacation.

I stopped feeling jealous when a good-looking guy name Mark started talking to me. He was tall and very built. An obvious gym rat. He reminded me of David and I found myself getting sucked in by his smile and slightly over-powering presence.

After a third glass of wine, Blaine was in full performance mode. Russ had turned on the karaoke machine and Blaine was giving a concert. It was the most alive I'd seen him in a long time. He sang his favorite Maroon 5 songs and then took requests before allowing the DJ to take over and start playing music. I had another glass of wine and feeling a bit buzzed, allowed Mark to drag me to the dance floor. I was pleased to see that he was actually a good dancer. As we moved around, vibrating to the music, I felt young and free and just... alive. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had such pure, uninhibited fun. I didn't know where Blaine had disappeared to and I didn't really care. I felt hot and sexy and I was dancing with a hot guy who seemed into me. The night was perfect.

When the music slowed down, Blaine came looking for me. Mark reluctantly allowed him to cut in. Blaine slid his arms around my waist and pulled me to him until our foreheads were touching. He looked into my eyes.

"Thank you for coming with me this weekend. I'm so glad we came."

His breath was warm and sweet and his voice was low and sexy.

"Thank you for inviting me and for paying my way. Now, I owe you."

He smiled and I prayed he couldn't feel the erection that had suddenly appeared in my shorts.

"No Kurt. You will never, ever owe me. I will always owe you for forgiving me so easily for all that shit." He closed his eyes and started humming the song.

My head was swirling from the wine, his voice, his smell...

And then he kissed me. Very softly. Gently pressing against my mouth. I tipped my head back and opened my mouth and his tongue touched mine.

Ohhh...

I slid my hands under his arms and up his back. He slid his hands down to my ass and pressed me against him. My dick rubbed against his. He was whispering in my ear.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I'm sorry for everything. You're so hot and sexy and... fuckable. I'm sorry I hurt you." And he was kissing me again.

And I was melting.

"Do you forgive me Kurt? Do you? Can you?"

"Yes, Blaine. I forgive you. I forgive you."

He pulled away from me. His eyes looked glazed. He was definitely drunk. He kept walking backwards from me. Just looking at me and then he turned and went into the house.

Mark immediately reappeared.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No"

"Good."

Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and started swaying me back and forth. I melted against him and stayed there the rest of the night. I didn't see Blaine until around 1:30 am when it was time to leave. He was leaning seductively against the garage door. Raki was leaning next to him, staring into his eyes and talking. When Blaine saw me he said goodbye to Raki and walked over. He didn't say a word. He just took my hand and we walked down the driveway to a waiting cab.

When we got back to the inn and walked into our room, we didn't turn on the light. Blaine backed me up against the wall. He was still drunk but, I didn't care. He looked so damn hot. He started kissing me again, just like before. Soft. Gentle and sweet. He started whispering.

"I don't deserve you Kurt. I can't be with you. I don't have a heart. I have no heart to give you Kurt. Jeremiah broke it and it's gone. Gone...gone...gone away..."

He laid his head on my shoulder.

And fell asleep.

I half carried, half dragged him to the bed. I put him under the covers and then climbed into my bed and fell asleep thinking about his kisses. And the fact that he found me fuckable.