Notes: Let's just say that things are going to get complicated.

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Chapter 6 – The Boat

Kurt stared at Blaine. His boat? His home? Was Blaine telling him a lie to get Kurt to step on board?

"You live here? This is your boat?" Kurt sounded just as skeptical as he felt.

"Yes and yes," Blaine answered, still with his hand stretched out to Kurt, still with the same smile. "Do you need another formal invitation? Dear Kurt, please welcome on board my humble vessel." Blaine could barely contain his laughter, finding himself very amusing.

Kurt rolled his eyes but accepted Blaine's hand and boarded the boat. Once on board he let go and playfully swatted Blaine's arm for his silliness. The boat swayed under Kurt's feet from the backwash of a boat passing by and he lost his balance. Blaine caught him in his arms and suddenly Kurt's chest was pressed against Blaine's. He looked into Blaine's eyes, eyes that were dark and alluring.

"Whoops," Kurt said, his hands sliding down to Blaine's hips. Blaine's heart beat in a fast pace against Kurt's chest. Kurt's heart beat to match. Moments of silence where unspoken words told through their eyes was the only exchange between them.

Thoughts rushed through Kurt's mind. Thoughts of kissing, of getting down on his knees, of doing more than that. His erection grew and he wondered if Blaine could feel it. He wanted him to. Blaine stood still, did nothing but look deep into Kurt's eyes. They were finally alone. Kurt wanted Blaine. His desire so strong he couldn't think about anything else. He moved his lips to Blaine's, his hands gripping tighter on Blaine's hips.

But there were no lips to meet his.

"Whoops," Blaine said. He took a step back, let go of his arms around Kurt and loosened Kurt's hands on his hips. "Looks like you haven't found your sea legs yet."

Kurt blinked. One second Blaine kissed him and told him he liked kissing him, and the next he acted as if Kurt was getting too close.

"Looks like I haven't," Kurt answered, trying to hide the disappointment. Being with Blaine was confusing. "You're really living on a boat," Kurt stated.

"Yes, this is my home."

"How did that happen?" Maybe it was common in Florida that people lived on boats, but Kurt hadn't met anyone before who did. Was it like with apartments that you could rent it or did you have to but one? Kurt didn't know much about boats, but he guessed a boat this size cost several tens of thousands. Did Blaine have that kind of money? Hadn't he just said his family didn't have a lot of money?

"This too belonged to my parents," Blaine started, "and my grandparents before that. Somehow the bank didn't find out about the boat when they went through all the paperwork, I guess it wasn't insured or something. While they took everything else, this was still mine. I moved here the day they confiscated the house. It's not much but it's better than living on the streets."

"Doesn't it cost a lot of money to have it here, at a boat slip?"

"I think it does," Blaine shrugged, "but the harbor master gives me a large discount. I think he feels sorry for me."

"How do you get money to pay him?" Kurt remembered Blaine saying that he didn't have a job when they were sitting side by side on the beach. He'd figured then that Blaine had rich parents who paid for him, but now he knew that wasn't the case.

"Don't you have a lot of questions," Blaine said and Kurt realized he kind of had been asking a lot.

"It's just that you said you didn't have a job, but it's none of my business of course."

Blaine shrugged again. "I have some connections that renders me some income. It's enough to get by."

"That's good." Blaine's answer was vague, as most of his answers to Kurt's questions were, and didn't explain much, but Kurt decided to drop it. He wasn't here to interrogate Blaine. He had other plans. "So, is there a cabin in there?" Kurt pointed to the small door he'd noticed earlier.

Blaine's expression shifted, the tension in his shoulders disappeared and he lit up. "Yes, there is." Blaine crossed the floor and opened the small door. Kurt followed him inside.

The cabin was small and sparsely decorated. To the left there was a bed and to the right there was a small kitchen with a one plate stove, a basin, and a fridge under the small bench. The kitchen looked unused, and Kurt was pretty sure if he looked inside the fridge, he wouldn't find any food but perhaps a beer or two.

The bed was big enough for a small family and Kurt wondered if Blaine's parents ever spent the night here with him and his brother when they were younger. Now it was neatly made with a blue duvet cover and pillowcase. Above the bed was a shelf that contained one item, a framed photo of a man and woman in their forties smiling into the camera. Kurt assumed these were Blaine's parents. There were no other decorations in the cabin, no visible cabinets or drawers to keep clothes or other items.

"This is nice," Kurt said even if it felt a bit austere.

Blaine smiled shyly. "It might not be much but it's mine." He sat down on the bed and gestured for Kurt to do the same. As there was no other place to sit, Kurt sat down next to him. He left some space between them. He couldn't tell if Blaine wanted to be close to him or not and was still unsure of why Blaine had taken him there.

Sitting down Kurt noticed the windows on the wall along the bed. Through them he saw only water as there were no boats on that side. An awkward silence settled between them. Blaine picked at the cover, the cocky, confident guy from the diner all gone.

"Did you and your family used to go sailing a lot?" Kurt asked.

"We did, up or down the coast. We stayed away for a few days or weeks at the time. But when my brother got older, he didn't want to go with us so then it was mostly my dad and I because I still loved being out on the open sea, loved the feeling of freedom."

"Do you still take it out?"

"Not as much as I'd like to. You need to be at least two to run her, but sometimes me and a few friends take her out. It's the best feeling, being out on open water."

"Maybe you and I can take her out one day," Kurt suggested even though he knew he'd get seasick. Just thinking about the waves on the open sea made him turn green around the edges, but for a chance to spend the day with Blaine he'd risk it.

"Maybe…" Blaine said uncommitting. "Have you sailed before?"

"Never, but I'm a quick learner and, you know, I wouldn't mind spending time with you."

"And I with you," Blaine said. And then he sighed. "That's the problem."

Problem? This was new.

"What's the problem with that?" Kurt asked. If they both liked spending time together then everything was perfect. Right?

"You are my problem," Blaine answered but there was a fondness in his voice and to Kurt that meant he wasn't a troublesome problem. Though he didn't see how he could be a problem to Blaine at all.

"I won't be a problem unless you make me into one. I can be very unproblematic actually," Kurt said smugly.

"I bet you can be," Blaine smirked. "Maybe it's me that's the problem then."

"Nope," Kurt said with finality. "You are not a problem, not to me. Only your unwillingness to decide what you want."

"My unwillingness?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Yup, this whole thing of wanting to kiss me and then not wanting to kiss me, of going back and forth between being flirty and uninterested, of showing up at the diner only to disappear without saying goodbye. That's a little bit problematic." Kurt's tone was light, teasing (even if inside his nerves were all over the place for speaking so bluntly), and it made Blaine unable to stop from smiling and shaking his head.

"You are something else."

"Oh, you better believe it." Suddenly bold, Kurt moved closer to Blaine. He reached his hand to Blaine's belt and started to unbuckle it. He finally felt like Blaine had relaxed again, that they were on the same page, but Blaine put his hand on Kurt's, stopping him.

"Don't..."

"Isn't this why we're here?" Kurt asked, regretting the words the moment he saw the look in Blaine's eyes - broken and defeated.

Blaine said nothing for a beat or two. "Sure," he said then, his voice void of emotions. He quickly went to work on Kurt's pants, opened the button and unzipped the flyer.

This time Kurt was the one putting his hand on Blaine's, stopping him. Something felt off. He hadn't meant it like the way it came out. He liked Blaine, not only what they had done together the last time they were alone. He was just horny now, he just wanted him that much. But Blaine's disappointed reaction made him uneasy.

"That came out all wrong," Kurt said, stroking his thumb against the back of Blaine's hand. "I do want that, but it's not all I want."

"What do you want then?" Blaine asked, pulling his hand away. His voice was still emotionless and cold, and so were his eyes.

"I think it's clear what I want," Kurt said, but Blaine only looked confused. Kurt took a deep breath. He might as well lay it all out there now. "You. I like you, Blaine."

Blaine glanced at Kurt as if to see if he was serious. Kurt held his eyes and didn't shy away from the inquiring look.

"The question is what you want," Kurt said.

"I like you, too," Blaine finally said quietly, looking down, "but my life is complicated. You don't want to be with me."

"I like complicated," Kurt said because whatever it was Blaine meant it wouldn't change how Kurt felt.

"Not this kind of complicated."

"What kind of complicated is that?" Kurt was curious now. Blaine was an enigma to him, that part wasn't new, but what could be so complicated that Kurt wouldn't want to be with him?

"I can't tell you."

Kurt probably should have seen that as a red flag, but he wasn't really paying attention to the implications Blaine was giving him. He was too busy trying to get Blaine to not end things before they had started.

"Well, I still like you, complicated or not. And so far, I haven't seen anything that would make me want to run."

"Not even the fact that I didn't use my real name the first time we met?"

"Nope," Kurt insisted.

"That's because you don't know me." Blaine sounded sulky now, like a stubborn child, but Kurt didn't let that discourage him. Sometimes when people put up walls you needed to push a little harder to get through.

"Let me get to know you then."

Blaine shook his head slowly. If it was a 'no' or a 'I can't believe I'm doing this' Kurt didn't know but he went with the last option and positioned himself in Blaine's lap, straddling his thighs, facing Blaine.

"Why did you bring me here, to your home, if you didn't want to get to know me? It obviously wasn't to blow me again."

Blaine looked at him but seemed unable to answer, so Kurt answered for him.

"Because you want to spend time with me. Because you want this as much as I do." He kissed Blaine then, soft and passionately, his tongue exploring Blaine's mouth. Blaine kissed him back, his kisses improving each try. Blaine's hands carded through Kurt's hair and shivers went through Kurt. He grinded down, his cock rubbing against Blaine's. He wasn't letting Blaine escape him now.

Blaine groaned, in frustration or with pleasure Kurt couldn't tell but Blaine thrusted back. Just a little, but Kurt still felt it.

"I can't get involved with anyone," Blaine said, pulling away from the kiss. His hands fell to Kurt's shoulders and gently pushed him away. "That's why I've been trying to stay away from you and from the diner."

"But you couldn't," Kurt said, placing a feather light kiss on Blaine's lips. "You came back, because the attraction between us is real." Blaine wanted him, Kurt could feel it and whatever reasons Blaine had for them not 'getting involved' Kurt didn't care.

When Kurt moved away from the kiss Blaine chased after him with his lips, kissing him. Then he pulled back and groaned again. This time it was definitely in frustration. "Yes, I'm attracted to you, but I'm not what you're looking for. Fuck… I shouldn't have taken you here. This was a mistake."

"No, no, this is not a mistake, Blaine. This is two people finding each other, liking each other. How can that be a mistake?"

"Kurt, please…"

Kurt wasn't listening, didn't want to hear the pleading tone in Blaine's voice telling him to stop because if Kurt didn't stop Blaine wouldn't be able to deny Kurt much longer. And that was exactly what Kurt wanted. So instead of stopping Kurt pushed further. His lips went back to Blaine's, kissing him fiercely with so much heat he felt it all the way down to his toes. He grinded his hips down, thrust his cock against Blaine's and yes, Blaine was just as hard as Kurt. For a second Blaine made and effort to protest but then he gave up on trying to stop the inevitable and his hands found the buttons on Kurt's working shirt.

In one swift move Kurt pulled off Blaine's black t-shirt and once all buttons were undone, he shrugged out of his shirt, Blaine's impatient hands helping him. Blaine's hands roamed over Kurt's chest, eager to touch. Kurt loved how it felt, Blaine's fingertips on his skin, loved Blaine exploring, and when Blaine trailed kisses along his collarbone and up his neck Kurt was almost already at the edge.

He pushed Blaine down on the bed, letting his own fingers travel over Blaine's skin. Blaine's chest was toned and hard, his belly lean and flat. There wasn't a single ounce of fat, just muscles and skin. Blaine started rocking his hips against Kurt's, their cocks rubbing against each other. The friction was glorious, and Kurt marveled at how little it took for heat to start pooling low in his belly.

"Kiss me, Kurt," Blaine begged and Kurt was only happy to oblige. Kissing Blaine had fast become one of Kurt's favorite things to do. He lay down on top of Blaine, chest leaning against chest, and pressed his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine choked back a moan, desperately licking into Kurt's mouth. His hands were on Kurt's back, fingernails digging into flesh. It already felt like too much, the heat aching in Kurt's hips. Kurt's thrusts came faster, more purposeful. So did Blaine's.

Blaine's skin was heated against Kurt's. Kurt's skin felt like it was on fire with how much he wanted Blaine. With how desperately he craved to feel Blaine everywhere on him. Blaine's breaths were ragged and desperate and Kurt heard himself moan against Blaine's lips, too. His belly clenched with want, with something else he couldn't name. All he knew was how desperately he wanted Blaine. How soon he would reach his climax.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. He was already close and a little embarrassed at how fast he got to that point, but Blaine did that to him. Sexy, sweet, mysterious, desirable Blaine.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," Blaine moaned back, his voice dark and needy. "This is… I'm…"

Kurt had no intentions of stopping, he wanted more not less. Blaine's hands moved down to Kurt's ass, gripped them hard and pushed Kurt down. The sounds coming out of Kurt were guttural and strange to him, but he couldn't hold back. Blaine's breath came fast and harsh, moans meant only for Kurt's ears.

"Blaine," Kurt gritted out against Blaine's lips, and then his whole body spasmed sharply as he orgasmed, wet and hot and obvious in his underwear.

"Fuck, Kurt…" Blaine thrust up one more time and then Kurt felt his body tremble beneath him.

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Kurt slid off Blaine's body and lay panting beside him on the bed. The boat rocked softly from the small waves in the marina and Kurt wondered if they had caused those waves. He was warm, sweat beading on his forehead, and his heart was still pulsing hard in his ribcage. His underwear was sticky and wet, heat quickly turning cool.

Blaine's eyes were closed, his face turned towards the ceiling. He was a shade shy of disheveled and so devastatingly gorgeous that Kurt's breath got caught in his throat. Blaine's breathing was even, and it almost looked like he was sleeping, but Kurt knew that wasn't possible. Not after an orgasm like that. Kurt slid his fingers through Blaine's, squeezing them gently. Blaine didn't squeeze back, and though he didn't shy away from Kurt's touch, Kurt got the feeling Blaine's mind was a million miles away.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, not ready for the answer because somehow he was sure he wouldn't like it.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, you just… yeah." And there was a small smile tugging at the corners of Blaine's lips and Kurt could breathe again.

When Blaine's eyes finally fluttered open, dark like coffee in the dim light, the look in them made Kurt's heart skip a beat. Desire, affection and regret all mixed into one.

"Is there a bathroom I can use?" Kurt asked. The mess in his underwear was getting uncomfortable.

"There is one by the harbor office," Blaine said, sounding a little too amused. "It's in the other end of the marina."

"Shit…"

"I told you this was a bad idea."

"No, you never said this," Kurt said gesturing in the direction of their crotches,"was a bad idea. If I remember correctly you begged me not to stop."

"That's because I have no self-control around you." Kurt couldn't tell if Blaine was serious or not, but he didn't exactly have any self-control around Blaine either.

Blaine got off the bed and crossed the floor to the small basin. He undressed, wet a small washcloth, and cleaned himself off. Kurt was amazed by how comfortable in his skin Blaine was, completely unbothered with being naked in front of him. True, they had seen each other naked before but Kurt wasn't at all as confident as Blaine. Not now when the intense lust and heat had faded.

Blaine put on some clean clothes, a pair of boxers and black sweatpants that were rolled up by the ankles and turned to Kurt with a new washcloth. "Here. If you want to clean yourself up," Blaine offered.

Kurt accepted the cloth, but he couldn't do this in front of Blaine. "Could you… ehm… turn around maybe?"

Blaine looked at him as if to say really?, but when Kurt gave him a pointed look Blaine surrendered. "I'll wait for you outside."

Kurt wanted to say no, wanted Blaine to come back to bed, lay next to him, hold him and kiss him, and talk to him like they talked on the beach. But Blaine stepped outside before Kurt got the chance. Kurt watched Blaine leave with disappointment as unease spread through his body. Had he pushed too far? Something had felt off with Blaine, but Kurt had ignored it, pushed on because he wanted to get off with Blaine again. Now it felt all wrong. Now he was standing there with a cold, sticky mess in his underwear, alone, with an ominous feeling in his heart.

After Blaine left him with some privacy, Kurt cleaned himself up the best he could. His underwear was still moist, but most of the stickiness was gone. He dropped the washcloth on the floor next to where Blaine had discarded his and went outside. Kurt didn't know what was coming next, but while cleaning himself up he had decided to not let this be the end. He really liked Blaine and if he could only get Blaine to open up a bit more and tell him the reason why he thought he couldn't get involved with anyone, he could also tell him all those reasons didn't change how Kurt felt.

Blaine sat in the front of the boat, looking out over the marina and the harbor entrance. It was dark out, the sun setting sometime between them arriving to the marina and now, and the sight in front of Kurt - the marina by night, the silver white moon up in the cloudless sky, and Blaine with no shirt sitting with his legs drawn up - was a real-life painting Kurt wanted to remember forever.

"I should take you back," Blaine said without turning around. He must have heard Kurt stepping out of the cabin somehow even if Kurt had made no noise.

"Or I could stay a little longer."

"No, Kurt, this has already gone too far. I can't allow it to continue further, it wouldn't be fair to you." Blaine stood up.

"I don't know what you mean by that, but I like you and you obviously like me, too. You and me could, I don't know, be something?"

"I'm not looking for a relationship, Kurt."

There was something so serious and final in Blaine voice that it quieted Kurt. His heart dropped as reality sank in. Blaine really meant what he was saying. He didn't want Kurt, not the way Kurt wanted him. Blaine didn't want a relationship. He was the guy who used his middle name when he met new guys, he wasn't a one-man guy. How could Kurt think he was special? That the connection between them was real? Blaine was finally clear with what he wanted, and it wasn't Kurt. Not in the long run.

"Okay, then I think I would like to go back," Kurt said.

"Okay."

Blaine changed back into jeans and t-shirt, put on a hoodie and then they walked back to his motorcycle. The entire walk was uncomfortable. The dampness in Kurt's pants was a constant reminder of what had happened between them, the silence was a testament to that Blaine didn't want him the way he wanted Blaine.

Blaine walked half a step in front of Kurt the entire way, in a hurry to dispose of him. It hurt. Kurt couldn't imagine sitting behind Blaine, pressed against his back, holding on to him during the ride back. The wound in his heart was too fresh for that.

"You know what, I'll just take a cab home," Kurt said halfway to the motorcycle. "You don't have to drive all the way there and then all the way back. We might as well say goodbye now."

Blaine slowed down, stopped. "I don't mind driving you back," he said. "Really, let me do it."

"Let's just stop this here, isn't that what you said? No need to pretend that you care about me." Kurt was tired of the back-and-forth game Blaine was playing. His heart had been hurt and he genuinely didn't want to do this with Blaine any longer. He just wanted to get away and feel sad on his own.

"I do care about you. It's just…"

"Complicated. I know," Kurt said with irritation. "Why did you even bring me here? Why did you come back to the diner at all? If your life is that complicated why did you even bother? Let's just say goodbye and leave it at that."

Blaine looked down at his shoes, said nothing, and Kurt's irritation grew. "Goodbye, Blaine." He didn't wait for Blaine to answer, didn't want him to answer. It was just easier that way. Kurt continued down the boardwalk, heading for the entrance of the marina.

"Bye, blue-eyes." It was softly spoken, the words lacing around Kurt's heart like a tender embrace. He wanted to stop, run back, and wrap his arms around Blaine. There was still intimacy in the name, especially when Blaine spoke it like that. But Kurt couldn't allow himself to be drawn back to Blaine. So he didn't stop, didn't look back.

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Notes: A messy situation you might say... How will they get out of this? Next chapter will bring a new character into the plot.