“Rachel, stop! You look fine..” Kurt watched as she took one more look in the mirror to situate her swimsuit.
“I just want to look perfect incase.. Well, you know. What if I find my dream man today, Kurt?”
Kurt sighed, “You say that every day, now let’s go.” He took her by the wrist and lightly tugged until she finally came. They walked down the stairs and out the door. They walked with their towels and flip flops until they reached a sign that read “Palmal Beach! Welcome!” They picked out a spot next to one of the umbrellas and they lay out their towels, next to each other of course.
“Oh my god Kurt, look!” Rachel hissed at him. He turned his head to see a bunch of men playing football, thrashing around in the sand and punching each other for fun. “I wonder how they find enjoyment out of that.” Kurt thought aloud as one of the bigger, tanner men who were sporting a very thick Mohawk jumped on another guys back. This guy wasn’t very big, he was somewhat smaller than the rest of them, but he wasn’t too small. From far away he looked gorgeous; Kurt just wondered how good he looked up close. His hair was thick with dark curls and his muscles looked like they could go on forever.
“Uhm, I’m going to go and.. uhm.. I think I’ll go get us some drinks.” Kurt stated as he quickly stood up and walked towards the quaint little white shack labeled “Palmal Café”. He ignored Rachel yelling something about Lemonade and focused on the pack of men throwing the football. They did look like they were having fun, but it’s not like he could just go and join in. So he ignored it and walked up the few steps then stood in line.
A gorgeous blonde girl with a name tag stating “Quinn” politely asked what he would like. Kurt simply asked for a bottle of water and a glass of lemonade.
“Absolutely!” she said in the nicest tone he had heard that day, and handed him the bottle and a tall glass of ice cold drink. “Thank you, that’s very kind. Have a great day!” “You as well!” Quinn said back and waved after flashing a teethy smile surrounded by red lip stick. He took the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, and quickly turned around to head back to Rachel who was probably getting sand kicked on her by the little kids running around; she did tend to annoy them when she told them to stop screaming so loud because they were disturbing her musical thoughts. Kurt turned around fast and was suddenly met by something hard, and firm. He could feel the weight in his arms dissipate as the contents of his glass flew straight into the wall that blocked him from Rachel. He took a quick step back and looked the wall up and down, it wasn’t very tall, and it had thick dark curls flying out from the top of his head. He looked incredibly shocked and took a step back, where there was no step. “Wait!” Kurt yelled as the man tipped over the edge of the step and landed flat on his back.
He ran down after him knelt down close to his head, not even caring what happened to the glass or bottle he was holding just moments ago. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there, I swear! Do I need to get help?” All of his words came out so fast he couldn’t tell if anyone understood him, he just needed to know the man was okay.
“Someone! Quinn, please call for-“ He stopped talking immediately when the wall started mumbling. Kurt moved his head over slightly above his so he was shielding the light from his eyes. “Mmmphh..” came from the man’s beautiful pink lips that were parted ever so slightly. He opened his eyes and looked around; he seemed to be looking for something specific until he looked straight up into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt’s blue eyes met a beautiful pair of hazel eyes that were rimmed with green, looking up at him through beautiful long black eyelashes.
“Oh..” the man sighed as he stared, eyes not leaving Kurt’s for a moment. Kurt could feel the blush creeping up from his toes, through his neck and spreading wildly throughout his cheeks. “I can assume that you’re okay then?” Kurt said through a smile, and he helped the man sit up slowly.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m uh.. I’m fine. I was actually going to get a lemonade so you just saved me a dollar fifty.” He chuckled and stood up while he wiped off the extra liquid from his forehead and eyes. Kurt decided to take this point and look the man up and down while he laughed quietly at his own joke. His shoulders were bulging along with his incredible pecks. He was shockingly tan all the way down his chest, past every last ab. His lower stomach did a sort of V shape that Kurt had never really seen before, but he liked it all the same. “Uhm, I’m Blaine.” The man, Blaine, extended his hand and Kurt realized he most likely knew that Kurt was staring.  “Kurt..” He extended his hand until they met. Electricity ran through his arm while all of his hairs stood up on end. Blaine’s hands were muscular, and strong. And all he could really think was how nice it would be to be wrapped in them. Their hands unhooked and his fell back against his side. “I really am sorry, uh.. Blaine. I should have been watching.” “No! No please, I was in your way. And to make up for it, why don’t I buy you another?” Kurt smiled in return as Blaine told Quinn he would like 2 more lemonades. Blaine paid her and gave the taller of the two glasses to Kurt. “So you like lemonade huh?”
“I’m going to ignore your poor excuse for small talk, sir.” Blaine laughed and looked sideways at him, “Well, maybe I was really wondering!” Kurt glimpsed at him, and then looked away trying to avoid any awkwardness. “Well, if you must know.. It was for my friend.”
Blaine’s smile instantly weakened, while his shoulders slouched, “Oh..” Was all Kurt could make out. “Yes, her name is Rachel.”
“Oh!” chimed Blaine. “I thought.. Never mind. So you two here on vacation?” Kurt smiled, he was wondering why such a gorgeous man was talking to him. “I guess you could say that. We’re here celebrating, I have a summer home up here down towards the north side of the beach and we came here to stay for a few days.”
“What are you celebrating?” Blaine asked, keeping the conversation as they were nearing Kurt’s destination. He could see Rachel’s Wicked towel from where they were walking now. “Well, it’s something silly. There’s Rachel right there.” He pointed over to her, knowing she wasn’t going to be looking for him. Blaine stopped walking next to him and grabbed his hand so Kurt turned his way, looking right at him.  “Kurt, this might sound forward.. But would you like to have dinner tonight? You can tell me all about what you’re celebrating, and I’ll be the judge of it being silly or not.” Kurt smiled at this. “I’m staying with my friend in the house over there,” Blaine pointed to one of the bigger houses, white with blue shudders, “You can meet me there at 7? Noah’s going somewhere tonight so it’ll be just us.” Blaine looked like a little kid hoping to get the present he wished for on Christmas morning. “I’ll even let you poor more lemonade on me, if you’d like.” Kurt chuckled, “Sure, I’d love to. But I think we can live without the lemonade tonight.” Kurt answered. “Great!” Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand as his smile grew bigger than he had ever seen, “I’ll see you at 7! It was great meeting you!” Blaine yelled as he ran off to his friends, and the man he assumed to be Noah who wrapped his arm around Blaine’s neck and messed his hair up.
Kurt went and sat down next to Rachel, after handing her the glass of lemonade. “Took you long enough! Goodness.. Who was that boy?” Kurt looked over at Blaine who was walking away with his friends, “that was Blaine. He’s meeting me for dinner tonight.” Rachel spit the lemonade out of her mouth that she was about to swallow, all over her legs. “What!” Kurt completely ignored the fact that one more person today was covered in that god awful yellow liquid, and smiled. “Well, it all began with that disgusting lemonade of yours..”