TRICKY: given to or characterized by deceitful tricks; crafty; wily. Today's chapter is going to be a bit longer because my muse decided to go places I wasn't intending her to go.

When the pair stepped outside, Kurt really got a good look at the house. It was huge and beautiful and elegant. There were cobalt blue shutters, which were a nice pop of color from the light cream paint on the rest of the house. Having not been upstairs the night before, he was looking forward to sitting on the balcony and taking in the beauty of the scenery with a nice glass of lemonade. It truly was a place he could see himself and Blaine living out this life.

"The island itself is right around 26 acres," Blaine explained as they walked to the golf cart. "It has, like I said last night, three buildings on it: this house, the guest house, and the pool house. If I wanted, I could portion it out and sell the lots or build things on the lots and rent out houses or things like that."

"Is that what you want to do?" Kurt asked. This island seemed like such an oasis that he couldn't imagine it with a bunch more people living on it.

"Not really," Blaine said with a smile. "I really love the privacy here. It was just one of the options when it was gifted to me. I thought, though—and it would be something you and I would need to discuss further at some point—about turning the guest house into an Airbnb—which is a rental property—and making sure it gets some use that way."

"What are the other options?" Kurt asked. "Not that I wouldn't be on board with that. The house, from what I saw of it, is gorgeous, and I would hate for it to go to waste just sitting there."

"I can really only think of a couple of other options," Blaine replied. "Keeping it for when my family or friends visit—and eventually your friends—which could still be doable and have it be an Airbnb because we could just set the parameters of when it's available. Or we could sell it."

"Honestly, I like the idea of the Airbnb," Kurt said, really not having to think of it much more than that. "I don't know that I always want to share this space with others, and if we can pick and choose when that happens, that seems like an amazing way to get the house used and still have our privacy. Ultimately, though, it's totally up to you."

"It's up to us, Kurt," Blaine said firmly and pulled Kurt into his arms. "Our decisions about big stuff like this are together from now on."

"Do you think we'll always fall this fast for each other?" Kurt asked, mesmerized by the love and connection of the man in front of him.

"I certainly hope so," Blaine replied and then kissed Kurt harder than any of their kisses thus far. When it broke several minutes later, they were both panting and incredibly aroused. "Did we have a lot of sex in your last life?"

Kurt laughed at that and leaned his forehead against Blaine's. "We absolutely did. And I can't wait to explore that with you when we're ready."

"Fuck," Blaine moaned.

"What?" Kurt asked, amused and getting even more turned on by Blaine's moan. It had been one of his favorite sounds in his last life.

"Now I'm torn between carrying out our plans and showing you the island or taking you back into the house and having us learn each other's bodies."

It was Kurt's turn to moan. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I want that more than I can possibly explain. The things is, I want to know more about you before we jump into bed. I want to know you, Blaine. I also know that once we start, we're not going to want to stop, if our last life was any indication. And I know I wasn't going to compare, and I'm not. I'm just making an educated guess that we're going to fit perfectly in every way, and it's going to feel so good that we're going to keep going and going and going."

"Kurt, I'm a virgin, and you're making me so hard right now by talking about sex. It's insane," Blaine admitted and reached down to palm himself to relieve some of the pressure.

"You are?" Kurt asked.

"Well, there have been some hand jobs and blow jobs over the years," Blaine said. "I just never felt that much for anyone to give them that part of me."

"I'm technically a virgin, too," Kurt said. "Before I left O'a Nalore the first time, I'd never done anything with anyone. And then when I got to Houghton, there was that Blaine and only him."

"So, we're each other's firsts?" Blaine asked, loving the idea.

"We are," Kurt said. "How about this? We run back inside and go to separate bathrooms to take care of these." He touched his very obvious erection. "Then, we'll meet back out here, and you can continue to show me your island and tell me about your life."

"That sounds like an amazing plan," Blaine said. "Do you think… Could we maybe…"

"Yes, darling?" Kurt asked.

Blaine took a deep breath. "Instead of separating, could we maybe do it in the same room and not touch each other?"

"Ohdeargodspleaseyes," Kurt moaned and was surprised by Blaine grabbing his hand and dragging him back into the house.

Once they were in the bedroom, they stared at each other for a full minute before their lips crashed back together. The kiss was sloppy, all tongues and teeth and desperation. When their hips touched, though, they both backed up, knowing this wasn't what the plan had been.

"Where… Where do we want… How…?" Kurt tried to ask.

"Let's each take a seat in the chairs," Blaine suggested. "If we get them messy, we can either have them cleaned or I'll buy new ones. I just want to be able to look at you, and if we're on the bed, I'm afraid it will send my brain mixed signals. We both agreed to not go there yet."

The boys pulled the chairs away from the little table that was in between them and spread them out a little further, though still facing each other. Kurt had a thought and ran into the adjoining bathroom and came back just as quickly with two towels and placed them on each chair.

"There's no need to buy new chairs when we can just do this," he said and then went back beside his chair.

As if they were reading each other's minds, they both began to undress. First their shirts, then their sandals, then their shorts. When they were both down to just their tight boxer briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, they took a moment to take in the other.

"You're stunning," Blaine gasped out. He loved the smooth lines of Kurt's body, and he couldn't wait to trace them all with his tongue.

"You're breathtaking," Kurt replied. He loved the line of hair that started right under Blaine's navel and disappeared into his underwear. It was something he couldn't wait to lick and nip around.

Both men hooked their thumbs under the band of their boxer briefs and slowly pushed them to the ground, gasping with lust and awe when they saw each other.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine moaned. Kurt was long and thick, longer and thicker than he himself was. He was so perfectly proportioned that Blaine was fighting himself to kneel in front of the half-elf and worship his cock for hours on end.

"Nnnnggg," Kurt groaned. Blaine was as perfect in this world as he had been in the last. He could tell by looking that not only would Blaine's cock fill his mouth and throat completely, it would also fill him completely when they had sex. The thought made his ass clench and unclench at the thought.

Blaine was the first to move and sit down on the chair. Kurt quickly followed and sat down on his own chair. Each man grabbed around his cock and started to stroke, their eyes firmly on the other man, learning how they liked to be touched. When one would speed up, the other would match the pace. They slowed down and then sped up several times, staving off their impending orgasms in order to take in and savor the moment. After about 15 minutes of this, neither one could hold off any longer.

"Kuuuurrrtttt," Blaine growled and then locked his eyes with the man he was definitely falling in love with.

"Blaine," Kurt panted, locking his eyes to Blaine's, not wanting to miss how he looked when he came.

On the next stroke, their orgasms erupted out of their bodies, and they called each other's names so loudly if there had been anyone else around the house, they'd have definitely heard it. They stroked themselves through it, never once breaking eye contact. When they were done, they continued to look into each other's eyes as they calmed down.

"Wow," Kurt said.

"My sentiments exactly," Blaine replied with a smile. "If that was that good, I can't wait to do everything else with you."

Kurt giggled. "Let's get cleaned up and redressed. Then, maybe tonight, we'll see what we can do about some of that 'everything.'"

Blaine's cock twitched at the thought of doing more with the ethereal man in front of him. They took turns in the master bathroom, cleaning up and getting re-dressed. Before heading back outside, they grabbed some water and then made their way to the golf cart once more.

Their drive around the island was peaceful. Blaine showed Kurt the outside of the pool house and guest house in the daylight, as well as the beach he had shown up on.

"Everything here looks like it's out of some sort of a dream," Kurt commented as they drove by the beach.

"It sort of does, doesn't it?" Blaine asked.

As they made their way through the island to the tennis courts, which also—Blaine reminded Kurt—doubled as a helicopter landing pad, Kurt asked Blaine about his life.

"Well, I have an older brother named Cooper, whom I sort of told you about," Blaine began. "He's married to, interestingly enough, a girl I graduated high school with. Her name is Quinn, and they have twin five-year-old girls, Ava and Ella." Blaine stopped for a moment to pull his phone out and show Kurt a picture of the girls from when they'd skyped him last. Quinn had snapped a picture and sent it to him.

"They're adorable and a little bit ornery, if I'm reading them right," Kurt said.

"They absolutely are both of those things." Blaine laughed and put his phone away before he continued to drive down the paved path. "Cooper is… Well, I'm honestly not sure how to describe him other than a big kid with an even bigger heart. Quinn balances him out, though she has an even bigger mischievous side than Coop does. Together, they're amazing, and I can't wait for you to meet them."

"What about friends?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's smile widened. He loved his friends, who really were family at this point. "Most of my friendships were tricky to navigate in the beginning. I'll start with the easy ones, Wes and David. They're, like, the odd couple that nobody ever expected to be a couple, and all it took was one kiss for them to realize they were meant for each other. I met both of them in middle school, and then we all went to the same high school. They've never cared about my family's money and genuinely liked hanging out with me. We went to a public high school for a year until I got beaten up pretty badly after a school dance. That… That's a story I don't necessarily want to get into right now if that's okay?"

"Tell me what you want when you want, Blaine," Kurt said and laid his hand on Blaine's thigh, reminding him he was there for him, no matter what.

"Well, that year, there were a lot of new people who transferred in," Blaine continued. "Two of them ended up being two of my other best friends and were pissed when me, Wes, and David all transferred to a private school with a zero-tolerance bullying policy. They were tricky to navigate in the beginning because both of them had such hard exteriors. It was difficult for either of them to let anyone in. Once they got to know me, though, and I got to know them, we've been really close ever since. Santana and Noah—well, Puck to most people, though he let me call him Noah—were in Glee Club with me and the other two. We all kept in touch and then moved to New York together to go to college. All of my friends are married. Santana married a girl she met in college, Dani, and Puck married a girl a couple of years younger than us that went to high school with him, Sugar. None of my friends have any kids, so I have fun spoiling the twins, much to their parents' chagrin."

"Do you have pictures of everyone?" Kurt asked. "I do so much better when I can put faces to names."

"I do," Blaine said. "Do you want to see them now or wait?"

"Now if you don't mind. That way, I can keep it all fresh."

Blaine stopped again and showed Kurt pictures of all of his friends.

"They all look so amazing and fun," Kurt said after seeing all of the pictures. "I can tell they're ridiculously protective of you and of each other. Do you think they'll like me?"

"They'll love you," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's lips gently. "They'll be just as protective of you, too, you know? And we can tell them as much or as little about you as we want. I trust them with my life, and I would never dream of putting yours in jeopardy by telling them anything I didn't think they'd believe or could handle."

"If you trust them, then I'll trust them because I trust you," Kurt told the love of all of his lives. The three words almost slipped out then. They didn't, though. Kurt wouldn't allow them. He wanted Blaine to be the first to say it, not because he wanted to hide it. Kurt simply knew that he would love Blaine in every life they were able to live together, and it sort of felt like cheating that he got to experience this already when this was Blaine's first time.

"Kurt, I… I love you," Blaine said. "And I know this is a new life for you, and if you need more time to fall in love with this ver—"

Blaine was cut off by Kurt's lips and tongue plunging into his mouth. The kiss was filled with love and hope and forever. When they parted again, Kurt whispered, fearing anything louder would break the bubble of love surrounding them.

"I love you, too, Blaine Anderson."