Blaine gave Kurt a few minutes to wash up before coming back. Something had changed between them, but Kurt wasn't sure what to do about it. He had only known Blaine for a few days, plus he wasn't going to be staying in D.C. for very long. He wasn't even sure how the whole ghost thing worked. Blaine was obviously being held on earth for a reason. What if he learned his lesson or had to leave and never came back. Kurt wouldn't be able to handle that. It'd be too hard. Besides, could Blaine even relocate himself? Was the hotel the reason he was still hanging around? But even with all these questions and uncertainties, the reality was still that Blaine wasn't alive.

Kurt was resigned to just wallow in self-pity until Blaine came back when someone was banging on his door. He got up to see Finn with a towel in his hand and a goofy smile on his face. Kurt groaned but figured he could afford to lay in the sun for a little while rather than stay holed up.

Swim trunks on and suntan lotion in hand Kurt followed Finn out to the pool. They set up on the deep end, the sun still relatively high and hot for 5 o'clock, but it was summer thank goodness.

Kurt took off his shirt and began rubbing lotion on his shoulders when he heard a gasp behind him. He knew it wasn't Finn because he saw he was floating in the pool. Turning around he saw Blaine with his jaw dropped, his body more shimmery and beautiful than Kurt remembered even though it couldn't have been more than an hour after they had just seen each other. Kurt, embarrassed, grabbed his towel and began to cover himself up until Blaine was in front of him prying the towel out of his hands.

"No, Kurt, don't be shy. You look incredible."

A blush that Kurt was sure covered his entire body made it's way through him as Blaine knelt in front of him, his hand on Kurt's knee.

"Hey." Blaine chuckled and replied with a hi making Kurt smile. Blaine stood and set himself up on the chair next to Kurt smiling the whole time.

"So. What were you doing for the last hour?" Kurt asked in a whisper. There weren't many people out here but better safe than sorry.

"Oh well I was in the lobby watching people meet and do business."

"Fun." Blaine smiled and nodded.

"I wish I could feel the sun like you." Blaine said sadly.

"Gah well I'd rather be wearing scarves and not getting a sunburn. That reminds me you interrupted me trying to cover myself with protective sunscreen." Kurt chastised him trying to lighten the mood. He picked up the bottle and squeeze some on his hand smothering his shoulders with more than enough. Kurt could feel Blaine watching him, he wasn't sure if he liked it of not.

"Can I help?" Kurt jumped, confused. Did Blaine say that out loud or did he imagine that?

"Can you hold sunscreen?" Kurt turned to Blaine with his eyebrows raised.

Blaine laughed lightly, "I've been dead for over 200 years, I've learned some tricks." Kurt handed over the lotion and practically jumped out of his chair when Blaine cold's hands touched his back.

"Sorry." Blaine said sincerely, but he continued to rub his hands around Kurt's back. Kurt watched Finn teaching a little girl how to swim as Blaine moved lower. He laughed loudly when Blaine's hands were on his hips. Loud enough that the couple looked over. Kurt was blushing a second later, but he was so happy that it didn't even matter.

"Excuse me?" Kurt looked up to see a boy a little older than him standing over him, blocking the sun. Blaine's hands were still on his lower back.

"Oh, hello." Kurt smiled up at the stranger.

"This may seem very forward of me, but I was wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me tonight." He felt Blaine's hands leave him, he wasn't sure if Blaine had vanished or just removed them. Better not chance it though.

"I'm very flattered, but I actually can't. I have plans with my family." And that wasn't even a lie.

"Oh, well maybe another time." The boy smiled and walked away. Kurt stared after him wondering what in the world was happening. That was the first time anyone had actually asked him out. And he turned him down. For a boy who was dead. What was wrong with him? Why was Blaine so perfect?

"You could have said yes." Blaine said from behind him. His voice cracked and Kurt couldn't even bear to turn around to see the look on his face.

"No. I have plans. Did you get my shoulder blades?" Kurt said. The next moment Blaine's hands were back, the incident almost forgotten. Almost.