FRIENDS: a person or persons attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
Kurt had expected to go upstairs and see where Blaine's room was. Instead, Blaine started going around the house and shutting off lights.
"Are we not staying here?" he asked when Blaine was grabbing his hand and heading toward the door.
"I don't live in this house," Blaine told him.
"Oh. Um…" Kurt stammered. "Could I run back upstairs and get my bag and my clothes then?"
"Of course," Blaine replied, surprised by his lack of memory that Kurt had things with him when they entered the house.
After they had retrieved Kurt's things, they headed back to the door, ready to go outside for real this time.
"The island has three buildings," Blaine explained once they were outside and the door was locked. "This one is the guest house. It's where I've always imagined family would stay if we ever came here for a vacation or anything. And… Well, I've had other thoughts for it, too, that maybe we can discuss later. The other house, right there," Blaine said and pointed to the other structure, "is the pool house."
"We keep all of the water stuff there," Blaine explained. "There are life jackets, wakeboards, skis, tubes, and even a pull-behind-the-boat parasail."
"I honestly don't know what half of those things are," Kurt said with a blush, the tips of his slightly pointed ears pinking.
"I'll teach you," Blaine said and locked the door to the guest house.
"I'm excited to see everything in the morning daylight tomorrow," Kurt said. "From what I can tell with the little moonlight there is, the buildings are beautiful and very well kept."
"They are," Blaine replied and led Kurt over to the golf cart. "We can take a tour tomorrow if you'd like."
"I'd love that."
Blaine stopped abruptly and just stood there on the sidewalk.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked.
It took him several seconds to talk, which scared Kurt immensely.
"I'm sorry," Blaine said.
"Why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong that I can think of," Kurt said. That was one thing he always remembered his dad telling him.
"Only apologize when you've done something wrong," Burt told him one crisp morning when they were out hunting for wild berries for a pie Elizabeth was making. "When you apologize because you don't know what else to say, it makes the real apology seem not sincere."
"So, if I accidentally ran into something or broke one of Momma's favorite vases, then it's okay to say 'I'm sorry,'" Kurt clarified. "And if I give one friend a gift because it's their birthday and another friend who it isn't their birthday gets mad at me for doing something nice for the first friend, I shouldn't say 'I'm sorry,' because giving a gift is a kind thing to do. Right?"
"That's exactly right."
"I'm sorry because I haven't really gotten your consent," Blaine explained. "You told me your story, and I think I just assumed that you would want to come with me. I know I asked you and you said yes. At the same time, do you really have any other options? Kurt, I have to know that this is truly what you want before I take you to my house."
"Blaine, breathe," Kurt said and took a few exaggerated breaths with him. "I consented to all of this when I drank that potion. That was me choosing this life with you, wherever it might lead us. I was so eager to get back to you that I didn't even wait for my mom to get home so I could properly explain this to her. And before you ask, I know she'll be okay with it because I've felt her be okay with it. Time is… It's different somehow. Anyway, we can get into that later if you want. The point is… I. Want. This. I want everything with you, Blaine. All of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I feel like I am the one who should be apologizing for the same thing you are."
Blaine was shaking his head as Kurt said that, and so Kurt stopped his rambling to let Blaine speak. "I want this, too. Some people would think it's too fast, too. Fuck them. This…" Blaine stopped to take a breath and collect his thoughts and feelings. "Kurt, this is our life. Ours. Not anyone else's. We get to decide what to make of it. And… Even though we've only known each other for a few hours in this lifetime, we've lived a whole other lifetime together. And someday, I want you to tell me all about it. Maybe we can write it down so we can have a record of it in this lifetime. I don't know. What I do know is this. I first heard your voice in my dreams when I was nine years old. You were born when I was nine years old. Since I've first heard it, I've felt a connection to you. That connection runs deep within me, and I'm choosing to trust it… To trust us. So, Kurt… Holy shit! I don't even know your last name."
"Hummel," Kurt said, laughing.
"So, Kurt Hummel, would you care to join me at my house and spend some time getting to know each other in this reality?" Blaine asked with a serious, though playful, smile.
"Blaine Anderson, I'd be honored," Kurt said and leaned forward to kiss Blaine again.
The kiss lasted for a few minutes, and it was only when the wind blew and caused Kurt to shiver slightly that they broke apart. Blaine led Kurt the rest of the way to the golf cart, and then he drove to the other side of the island where his house was.
Kurt could make out in the dark that the house was large, though he couldn't make out any details due to it still being a little overcast from the storm. He couldn't wait until tomorrow when he could see everything. Blaine parked the golf cart and led Kurt inside the home, not turning on any lights and just using the built-in nightlights in the interior to lead them to Blaine's master bedroom, which was just to the right after they came in the front doors.
In there, Blaine turned on the light, and Kurt was in awe of the gorgeous room. The walls were a pale, robin's egg blue, and the ceiling was white. Decorative beams divided the ceiling into three sections, the two outer sections detailed by more beams while the middle was left bare for a simple white fan. What stood out to Kurt most was the bed. It was a four-poster bed with a golden comforter and accenting throw pillows. There was a TV mounted to the wall, and lamps were on the end tables on either side of the bed.
"Wow," Kurt breathed. "This is breathtaking!"
"Thank you," Blaine replied.
Blaine let Kurt shower first after he'd found him some clothes to sleep in, and then he hopped in after Kurt was out. They both knew where their relationship was going to end up, and neither of them had any need to rush with the physical aspects of it. When Blaine got out of the shower, he noticed Kurt at the window, looking out over the pool.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Blaine said as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and kissed his neck softly.
"Just thinking about that pool," Kurt said cheekily. "Not tonight, though." Kurt turned around and leaned his forehead on Blaine's. "I want to put it out there that I want everything with you. And… We have time. We don't have to rush."
Blaine smiled. "I want that, too. I want to learn everything about you, Kurt. And I agree. Today has already been a whirlwind of extraordinary events, and what I really want to do right now is crawl into that bed and cuddle you all night long."
"That sounds absolutely perfect," Kurt said. He kissed Blaine lightly, not wanting to take it too far, and then both of them got into the bed. Kurt played the big spoon, happy to have Blaine back in his arms. And Blaine… He was just happy to be held by the one person he'd always been searching for.
A/N: Both of the houses are taken from house plans I found online. With this being a daily challenge, I didn't spend a whole lot of time looking at houses, other than finding the right houses I wanted for the story. Here is a link to the GUEST HOUSE and here is a link to BLAINE'S HOUSE. (Links can be found on AO3-same username as here; or on Tumblr at jayhawk-writes)