“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Blaine whined, rolling onto his side as he pouted up at Kurt, who was busy avoiding his gaze entirely. They were lounging on their hotel bed, clothes tossed to the floor and the radio playing lightly in the background, a breeze rolling in through the open window.

          “It’ll be fun for you,” Kurt corrected. “But while you’re splashing in the water and tanning and probably looking like some sort of beach god, I’ll spend the day shaking sand out of my shorts and trying not to burn alive.”

          “But there’s only a couple weeks left of summer and then you’re moving and I’ll be left alone and I just want to spend one day at the beach with my boyfriend. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for…” Blaine said, tracing his fingers down Kurt’s jaw to rest gently on his lips. 

          Kurt turned his head slightly, giving Blaine a disapproving look before pressing a quick kiss to his fingertips. “You do not get to use the New York card on me, Blaine Anderson.”

          ”Yes, I do. Besides,” Blaine added, “I didn’t come here just for the theme parks. It’d be a sin to come to Florida and not go to the beach, Kurt.”

          Kurt sighed, not wanting to give in, yet knowing that Blaine was right. Going to the parks was fun, especially since Cooper (the designated chaperone - unfortunately their parents weren’t fond of letting them vacation alone yet) left them alone most of the time. But still, going to Florida and avoiding the beach, though it sounded great to Kurt, was totally lame.

          ”Fine,” Kurt said, resigned to the fact that he’d look like a lobster by the end of his vacation. “You must really love my pain.”

          “Of course not!” Blaine smiled, already hopping off the bed and gathering towels and sunscreen. “I just want to see you in those little swim trunks you packed.”

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          “It’s hot,” Kurt groaned, tugging his sunglasses out of his bag and putting them on as he and Blaine trudged through the sand.

          “It’s Florida, Kurt. It’s hot everywhere. Now stop complaining and help me find the perfect spot.”

          “There,” Kurt said, pointing to the nearest span of empty sand and dropping his bag before Blaine could protest.

          “Are you coming?” Blaine asked, rubbing the sunscreen into his skin before reaching for Kurt’s hand.

          “But our stuff…”

          “Will be fine,” Blaine assured. “We’ll be a hundred feet away. Besides, who’s going to steal ten copies of Vogue magazine and a deflated beach ball?”

          “Ok, I’ll come. Am I covered?” Kurt said, reaching for the sunscreen bottle.

          Blaine laughed, nodding at Kurt, whose skin was even whiter than normal from the massive amounts of sunscreen he’d put on.

          Kurt took Blaine’s hand, walking with him into the waves that lapped gently at their feet. He stared out over the water, watching it move gently with the wind. 

          “Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought,” Kurt amended, stepping further into the water as Blaine watched.

          “Good, because you’re about to get a whole lot closer,” Blaine said, tackling Kurt from behind and laughing as they landied together in the water.

          “Blaine Anderson! Are you insane?” Kurt shouted, spitting saltwater out of his mouth and trying unsuccessfully to hold back his laughter.

          “Yes, but you love me for it.”

          “I do…” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist and pressing a kiss to his lips as another wave approached them. “I love you.”