Blaine sat up facing the boy and took his hands, "You can ask me anything, Kurt. We're friends, aren't we?"

Kurt froze, not sure what to say to that.

"Just friends?" he asked.

"Well, Kurt, I think we need to talk about that, too," Blaine said.

"Okay, you first," Kurt said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and pulling back with determination. He knew he was at a disadvantage because he could not see Blaine's face, so he needed to know a few things. "Is it dark outside?"

"Yes, I'm guessing it must be past ten or so. There is no moon tonight and the fire is banked, so its very dark. I'm guessing you want a level playing field?" Blaine smirked, amused at Kurt's intelligence. It was funny how he'd fallen into describing everything to Kurt without giving it conscious thought now.

"Something like that. My dad always told me I couldn't lie to him because I wore my heart on my sleeve. I guess he's right, huh?" Kurt admitted. He could never keep anything from his dad and right now he would give his left arm to be able to talk to his dad for five minutes. He was going to make some adult decisions and he didn't have much experience in that, at least not in terms of love. Or sex.

"Kurt, I don't think you would lie to me, I don't think you have it in you to be deceitful. I've never questioned anything you've ever said to me, if that's what you're worried about."

"No, not exactly. Well, I guess I better just jump right into it. I don't want you to be able to read my face during the talk we're going to have. I can't see how you're reacting and I admit I'm kind of afraid," Kurt said. Blaine nodded his head before realizing Kurt couldn't see him do it.

"I think we're friends at the very least, Kurt, and I don't want anything to change that. Okay?"

"I agree. I think this island is too small for us to live in separate republics, right?" Kurt snarked. Blaine giggled. This was one of the reasons he liked Kurt so much. He was always full of so many wonderful surprises.

"I am older than you, but not by all that much. You're seventeen, right?" Blaine asked and Kurt said he would be seventeen on his next birthday. "I'm about ten years older. Does that bother you at all?"

"No. Should it? I know you probably know more about life than I do, and certainly more about the human body, but I see that as a good thing. You can teach me. I'm a fast learner," Kurt said in all seriousness.

"Oh, I might be able to teach you a few things – but you can probably teach me, too. Kurt, I know you told me this morning that you wanted more than just kissing. What did you have in mind?"

"Ah...way to jump right to the point. My dad talked to me about sex last year. He was embarrassed because I'm gay and he knew so little about the...ah...'mechanics' of it as he puts it. He went to a clinic and got me pamphlets on that. I read them, and I do understand the basics. Well, I think I do anyway. My dad talked more about how it changed people, how my body is mine and if I choose to share it with someone, that person should be someone I trust and care deeply about. My dad is always right about things like that. He made me understand how special and amazing having sex can be with the right person. I've wanted to find that 'right' person for a long time, Blaine," Kurt said, gathering up his courage and reaching over to find Blaine's hand to hold.

"I don't know what to say, Kurt. I think you are the most amazing person I've ever met. I hope I can be that person for you. We don't need to do anything but kiss for as long as you want, and if you want more, and we agree, we could try that. I think we need to move slowly, though, because as fun as sex can be it needs to be something we both agree on at each step. Do you know what I mean?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, you have to give respect before you can earn it. That works in relationships, too. I respect you, Blaine. At every crisis in my recent life, you were the one there to hold my hand and see me through. I don't know what I would do without you, Blaine. If I were on this island alone? I'd probably be dead now. You have been the one to save me. And I mean that not just in the physical sense, but in my mind, too. You cannot imagine how scared I was when I found out I couldn't see. I'm still scared every morning when I wake up and it is still as dark as it was all through the night. But now – now that I can snuggle up to you when I feel lost or scared, and I know I'll make it through the day – if only for you, Blaine."

Blaine sat quietly for a while, taking it all in and trying to think of what to say. He was so emotional right now that if Kurt so much as touched his arm he might shatter into a billion pieces. Looking over at Kurt's profile in the scant light, he thought about this beautiful boy, about his kind nature and bright spirit. Would he have fallen for him if they were in New York? The answer came to him just as Kurt moved a little closer, knees touching now but not too close. Yes, he would have fallen for Kurt. He recalled his first encounter with the boy back in St Thomas.

Kurt was on the floor in a full-blown anxiety attack and not listening to anyone. Several nurses and nurse practitioners, a few CNA's and anyone on the EMT squad had walked past the cubicle, but none had seen the boy. Blaine had come in the room and seen a person in need. He could have just given him a shot, but one look at the boy and Blaine's heart went out to him. He spoke calmly and took the gorgeous boy in his arms and promised things he had never said to anyone. Not his parents, not his brother, and certainly not to any boyfriend he'd ever had. Looking back, he might just have fallen in love with Kurt that very day – when Kurt was struggling in his arms and then finally trusted him and relaxed into Blaine's embrace.

"Oh, Kurt. If you only knew what I feel for you right now. You know, you saved my life, too. I was going to drown – you knew that didn't you?" he asked and Kurt nodded. "I never learned to swim, in spite of all the lessons my parents paid for. I was...and am...terrified of water. So, to be flung out into a storm and dumped in the ocean with only a piece of wood to hold me up? Then I saw you and I knew, even from so far away I could only see a bit of color on the boat, I knew you were coming to save me."

"I think fate must have meant for us to find each other. If it had been a while later, I wouldn't have even seen you. My vision was blurring even then. A few hours and the blindness would have killed us both," Kurt said and shivered at the thought. Blaine felt it and moved to take Kurt in his arms.

"Is this okay?" he asked and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine tighter.

"Yeah, more than okay," he answered. "Can we go to bed? I'm tired from everything today and maybe we can just hold each other?"

"Sure, Kurt."

They lay together on the blanket, very close as Blaine spread the thinner blanket over them and scooted closer to the beautiful boy. Kurt turned to find Blaine and kissed his forehead and cheek before finding the luscious lips he craved now. He hummed in delight, brushing his lips softly over Blaine's as they kissed for quite a while before Blaine licked his way into Kurt's mouth. Kurt groaned, his skin tingling as the heat moved down his spine and settled in his gut. He was so turned on and not sure where to go from here. He did not want a repeat of the embarrassing scene of that morning and kept himself in control.

Blaine had wanted more but keeping himself in check wasn't necessary anymore, so he began stroking Kurt's skin. He was soft and gentle, not thrusting or rubbing yet. Fingertips across the expanse of pale skin displayed in front of him calmed Kurt is some ways, but lit him on fire in others.

"Kurt? Can we maybe take off the rest of our clothes?" Blaine asked. Kurt smiled and struggled out of the offending shorts and briefs, leaving them beside the blankets. He turned back, feeling that Blaine was sans his own clothes and his body was warm against Kurt's.

"Blaine, I think I told you that I've never had a boyfriend, never been on a date. Well, I've never seen another boy without his clothes other than gym class, and ...and..."

Blaine stopped him from talking with another deep kiss, pressing his tongue into Kurt's mouth and feeling his hardness grow as it brushed against his leg. He took Kurt's hand and guided it to touch his cock and Kurt gasped. He had never felt another man's erection and it was amazing: all hard muscle and silky skin. He tried to smother a moan, but Blaine heard him and his erection got just a shade harder.

Kurt didn't know exactly what to do and began stroking it as he would have his own, but this felt so much different. Kurt's might have been a bit longer, but Blaine was so thick and Kurt was getting dizzy just thinking about what he was doing. How was this huge thing going to fit inside him? The boy pulled back for a moment, that thought making him afraid. The pamphlets said it would work with enough prep, but Kurt was skeptical. Plus, they were on an island, it wasn't like they could go to the nearest store and buy a bottle of lube. Maybe this wouldn't work after all.

"Ah, Blaine? Are you..ah..bigger than most men?" he asked with a shy voice.

Blaine stopped to think. It wasn't anything anyone had ever ventured to ask him before.

"I don't think so," he said, uncertain.

"Ah...okay," Kurt said, letting the fear show a little in his voice.

"Kurt, we aren't going to be doing anything...well, we won't be making love tonight, so don't be scared. We can talk about it when the time comes. I thought for tonight we can just touch? Get to know each others bodies a little better. Is that all right?" Blaine asked.

Kurt let out a relieved sigh.

"Yes."

"If I do anything you don't like or aren't ready for, can you tell me?" Blaine asked. This was important for him and for Kurt.

"Yeah, I can say so."

"You are so beautiful," Blaine sighed and kissed Kurt's neck. He felt the boy's skin shiver and Kurt moved a little closer, arching his head back to ask for more. Blaine was happy to comply. He kissed just under Kurt's ear, and along his jaw before once more kissing his lips. Kurt took his lesson seriously and moved to kiss Blaine's neck. It was exciting to hear the moans that came from his throat as Kurt slid his tongue along to lick over his collarbone.

Kurt took it further, kissing down Blaine's chest with a dusting of dark hair that Kurt was coming to love. He ran his fingers through it, so lightly it tickled and to Kurt's delight, Blaine laughed. That was a sound Kurt wanted to hear more and more.

Although Blaine licking his nipples had made a very unprepared Kurt climax earlier that day, Kurt didn't think the same thing would happen to Blaine, so he tentatively licked over the left one, smiling when Blaine moaned. He went back to do it again, spending time nuzzling into Blaine's chest and giving his nipples tiny licks as he rubbed and stroked.

Eventually, Kurt got past that and down to Blaine's abs. They were muscular and hard, and Kurt played his fingers over them until Blaine giggled. Of course Kurt had to tickle him again and Blaine rolled over on top of Kurt to stop any more of that.

"Umph..." Kurt said as Blaine laid full length over Kurt's body. Blaine kissed him for a moment, then whispered in his ear.

"Kurt, can I lick your cock, put it in my mouth and suck you?"

Kurt almost came from just the words and he began to tremble. Blaine couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation, so he asked again, "Is that okay?"

"Yes," Kurt managed to get out, as he tried to keep himself calm. He tried to keep still, but his hips had a mind of their own and bucked forward. Blaine smiled and placed a hand on his left hipbone to keep him still. He started by just light touches with his fingertips, stroking down and back up for a while. When he felt Kurt's muscles unclench and relax a bit he wrapped his hand around the shaft and moved his hand in a more determined way, but without lube this wasn't going to work for very long.

Just as Kurt was starting to pant a little, tiny noises coming unbidden from his mouth, he dipped his head down and took Kurt into his mouth.

"Ahhhh.." Kurt tried to stop any noise from coming, but wasn't able to stop his moans as the nerves made his body heat up and his heart pound in his chest. Blaine sucked gently, swirling his tongue to create lubrication and touch the sensitive area at the ridge of the crown. Kurt had never felt anything like this and he moaned loudly, trying not to push his way deeper. Blaine must have read his mind because that was exactly what happened, he opened his mouth wider and engulfed more of Kurt, feeling the tip just at the back of his throat. He pulled back and pushed forward, pumping as he moved his tongue in swirls and then to concentrate on the sweet spot where the vein met the crown. Kurt squealed.

"Is there more, Blaine? Oh...I don't know if I can live through this...oh..that is so good," he rambled, not paying the slightest attention to what he was saying. It finally just turned into a whispered "Blaine...Blaine...oh, Blaine..."

Blaine was dizzy, this was much better than even his imagination had been dreaming up for the past few weeks.

The man redoubled his efforts, sucking harder and rubbing on the sweet spot. He reached up and began to rub his right nipple...and Kurt tried to tell him to move, but Blaine only sucked a little harder and began to hum. Kurt stiffened for a split second before semen came splashing down Blaine's throat and Kurt was shouting his name. He kept it up a bit more gently until Kurt put a restraining hand on his shoulder and they fell back on the blanket, panting and smiling. After a few minutes, Blaine reached over and took Kurt's wrist, kissing the tender skin there before he pulled the boy closer, wrapping his arms around him.

Kurt was exhausted now. That was the most intense thing that had ever happened to him, and he could hardly believe it was real. He turned to snuggle his face down in Blaine's neck when his leg brushed against Blaine's still hard erection. Oh...

He shifted around a bit until Blaine asked him what was the matter.

To answer, he took Blaine into his warm mouth and tried to remember what Blaine had done.

"Kurt, you don't have to..." Blaine started to say, but Kurt began to suck and move his tongue and Blaine forgot what it was he had planned to say. Kurt might be new at this, but he was a very, very fast learner. He had Blaine moaning and gripping the blankets in moments, his mind a jumble of excitement as Kurt began moving up and down. Blaine arched his back suddenly and Kurt knew he was very close. He could feel his own cock trying to get hard in sympathy – or perhaps it was the amazing noise that was coming from Blaine and pulling him along. Kurt could smell the arousal, feel the damp hair as he reached down to stroke Blaine's balls. He really wasn't ready when Blaine arched, his muscles tight and his hands in fists and let the fire take him. He came harder than he could ever remember coming, hearing Kurt choke for a moment before he sucked gently in just the way Blaine had until Blaine touched his shoulder.

"Oh, my stars in heaven...Kurt..." he whispered, gripping the boy under his arms to tug him up even with Blaine. The doctor couldn't help wrapping the boy in his arms and moving a leg to bring him so close. Blaine was never letting go of this amazing boy. Ever.

Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's chest, rubbing his cheek over the silky hair before burying his face in the older man's neck and sighing in contentment.

"Was I...okay?" Kurt asked in a small voice, wanting so badly to be reassured he'd done it right.

"Yes, Kurt. It was the best I've ever had," Blaine said truthfully.

"Really? Then you probably haven't had very many lovers if I'm the best," Kurt said in a teasing tone, but Blaine could hear the underlying need for acceptance in his voice.

"I have had a few. I'm not some floozy, you know, I haven't played around with a lot of men, no. Kurt, I have never really found the right person. I was a shy kid, and with the bullying in high school I never had a boyfriend. In college and med school I was too busy studying to have any kind of lasting relationship. Then as an intern there was no time for anything, and finally I was practicing at a busy New York hospital – well, I just never made time for a partner. I wasn't one to have a one-night-stand. I guess I never met anyone special enough for me to make the sacrifice of my time, energy...love. Maybe I was just born under an unlucky star," Blaine sighed.

"And now?"

"Now?...Kurt, I think you could be that special to me. In the time we've been on the island, I have sort of...ah...fallen in love with you. I think," Blaine whispered, surprising himself. He had known he was attracted to Kurt, but until this minute he hadn't realized he might be in love with him.

Kurt was absolutely silent, his face buried in Blaine's neck. This had come as an absolute surprise. He thought Blaine just wanted to have sex and he was the only option on this deserted island. He knew he had a crush on the man, but real love? This would take some serious thought.

Blaine was sure now that he'd said too much. His damned impulsive tongue didn't know how to keep his thoughts from just spilling out for everyone to hear, long before he had thought of the consequences. He sighed and pulled back to try and see how Kurt had taken it, but it was too dark to see his face.

"Hey, Kurt. I'm sorry. Really sorry. I shouldn't have said that," he apologized, trying to think of some way to remedy this situation. With only two people on the island, they needed to make sure they didn't make the other one uncomfortable, and Blaine had failed. Epically failed.

"There is no reason for you to be sorry – if you really meant what you said," Kurt murmured.

Blaine stopped to think this over, but he was sure of what he'd said.

"I hope it doesn't make you feel bad or uncomfortable, but I meant every word I said. I do think I might be in love with you. Its okay if you don't feel the same way, and you don't have to say anything. I just thought it was only fair to tell you," Blaine tried to explain, but he knew he was falling short of what his true feelings were. He held back, not wanting to overwhelm Kurt until he knew how the boy felt about him.

"Blaine...I think I need to go to sleep. Can we talk about this later?"

"Yes, sure. Here, lay your head and we can get some rest. Sweet dreams, my friend," Blaine said, wanting to call him something different – like baby or sweetheart – but it didn't feel right since they hadn't talked about their relationship yet. Blaine shifted in the make-shift bed, trying to get comfortable in the soft sand, and then put his arms around Kurt – who was still buried in his neck. He kissed the boy's hair and closed his eyes. Sleep was elusive for a long time as Blaine weighed and sorted through his emotions for the first time since he'd left New York. He drifted off, listening to Kurt breathing.