The cool touch of water dribbled across the soft skin of his cheek woke Blaine, who realised that he had, yet again, fallen asleep on a rock. He stretched, yawning, before noticing the pair of clear blue eyes staring up at him from the lagoon. Blaine rubbed his eyes as the events of the previous day rushed back to him in a flood, and his fingers wandered along his cheekbone, moist with water.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt said tentatively, as though he were a child in trouble. Blaine yawned, and looked down at Kurt again, before smiling.
"Kurt? You're...you're real? I didn't...dream you?" Kurt adopted a puzzled expression at these last words.
"Dream me? Why would you have dreamed me?" He frowned, as though he could not understand why he would have been something to dream about.
"Well, because you're..."
"A mermaid?"
"...perfect." Kurt's eyes flickered up to Blaine's face, as he blushed a crimson red. Blaine could feel the heat flooding into his cheeks, and quickly lowered his eyes. Did I really say that out loud? He wondered. When he felt brave enough to glance back at Kurt, he found him smiling beautifully, and relaxed a little. "Kurt, I-"
"Thank you." Kurt continued to smile blissfully at him, his head now resting on his porcelain arms, which were crossed on the edge of the rocky bank.
"What?" Blaine yawned again as he spoke, causing Kurt to giggle slightly, and Blaine froze at the sound, which fell upon his ear like the sweetest music, drifting through the air on a lazy summer's day. He listened in silent awe for a few seconds, until, suddenly, it was over and he felt his heart sadden slightly at the thought, before the mer-boy's clear, musical voice cut through the haze which had draped itself over his mind.
"I said thank you," Kurt replied, "for calling me perfect. It is a word I do not often associate with myself." A cloud passed over the mer-boy's face as he said this, before clearing away as the rays of his smile parted them like the sun.
Blaine suddenly realised that his mouth had been hanging open as he stared at Kurt, and he quickly shut it, feeling the red flush of embarrassment slowly creeping up his neck once more. There was silence for a few minutes, before Kurt suddenly asked,
"Blaine, can you...swim?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I guess. Why, Kurt?" Blaine asked nervously, wondering what the slightly cheeky glint which had suddenly appeared in Kurt's eyes meant. It reached his smile as he said,
"Come swimming with me, Blaine!" and pulled him into the water, with an outstretched hand. Blaine gasped as he plunged into the lagoon's silky grasp, before opening his eyes into the cool, blue-green world. Something flashed to his right, and, as he turned in the water, he saw, for the first time, Kurt's mer-tail.
Of course he had known that the tail was there, but Blaine could not help but gape at the long, elegant, shimmering tail attached at his waist, which curved down into two fins, which were perfectly rounded before ending in neat points at the end. It was just darker than the waters of the lagoon, yet still managed to shimmer and sparkle in the overhead sunlight. As his head broke the surface of the water, gasping for air, Blaine scowled at Kurt, who was laughing at him as he spluttered, trying to keep his head above the water level.
"Oh, be quiet, Kurt," Blaine said, attempting to sound angry, which did not last for very long. Kurt laughed again, and darted away from the bewildered Blaine, grinning. "Kurt?! Kurt, where are you going?!" Blaine heard the worry dripping into his words, and he swam after Kurt, trying to call out to him without his mouth filling with water.
"Come catch me!" Kurt called back, before diving beneath the water's rippling skin. Blaine grinned, and dove after him.
He kicked as hard as he could, trying to propel himself through the water, to catch hold of Kurt's porcelain body, which always seemed to be just out of reach. Although he found himself becoming slightly frustrated with the fact that Kurt was just as elusive as he was playful, Blaine had to admire the speed, agility, and elegance with which he moved through the water, as though it were thin as air. Blaine begun to feel his limbs growing tired, and he felt himself slowing down a little. He tried to kick even harder, to reach Kurt, but the water seemed to thicken into treacle, and he found himself sinking, down into the lagoon. He struggled, trying to reach the surface of the water to take a much needed breath of sweet, fresh air, but it was as though invisible hands had risen from the deep waters, and were pulling him down, down, down.
His vision began to blur, and he could just see a pale figure moving towards him, and cool, porcelain arms wrapping around his torso, hauling him out of the lagoon, gasping in the fresh air. Blaine's vision started to clear, and he became suddenly aware of the fact that Kurt's arms were wrapped around his torso, and that he was so close-so very, very close to his body. There was barely an inch between his soaking, white shirt which clung to his body, and Kurt's toned, porcelain chest.
Blaine blinked, and found himself looking deep into the clear, flawless blue of Kurt's eyes, in which he could see his own mottled hazel eyes reflected. Wrenching his eyes from Kut's, he allowed them to trace Kurt's coral pink lips, which had curled into a flirtatious grin, one that he could now see reflected in the depths of his eyes.
"Kurt?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence that had fallen into the meagre space between their bodies.
"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt breathed back, and Blaine felt the gentle fingers of his hot, sweet breath dancing on his face.
"Gotcha." he grinned, and closed the space between their lips.
Fireworks. Kurt responded to his kiss, his lips soft and warm, as electricity sparked in Blaine's blood, boiling beneath the thin skin of his own warm lips. Kurt's hands let go of Blaine's torso, and found their way into his dripping hair, where the intertwined with the curls. Blaine's hands took hold of the small of Kurt's back, pulling them closer together, just as Kurt's lips gasped open, and his hot, sweet smelling breath filled Blaine's mouth, forcing their lips apart. Kurt's fingers tugged at Blaine's hair as Blaine's tongue softly traced Kurt's soft, coral lips, before it slipped, ever so gently, inside his mouth, where their tongues met, just for a moment. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together, that Blaine could feel Kurt's muscles contracting and relaxing as the kiss became even more passionate, until they gently drew apart, each tracing the other's lips with their eyes, before hazel and blue met.
"Kurt...I..." Blaine stammered, lost for words, not quite sure how to correctly explain the emotions coursing through his veins, setting his soul alight. Kurt's fingers left sparks of electricity down Blaine's spine as they trailed down his neck, to the lower section of his back.
"I think I...I think I love you." Blaine said, looking deep into Kurt's eyes, and losing himself there. Kurt smiled softly, and replied, simply,
"I think I love you, too, Blaine. Even though we only just met. I..." his words trailed off into the air as Blaine quickly kissed him on the lips again, sending a volt of electricity coursing through Kurt. He pulled back, grinning cheekily. Kurt pecked him back, and then giggled a little. Blaine furrowed his brow slightly, saying,
"Kurt, what's so fun-?" before two cool, porcelain hands pushed him back into the water.
*
As he clambered back onto the rocks as the moon rose in the inky sky, Blaine struggled to remember what they had done all day-the kiss, the sensation of Kurt's lips pressed onto his, the taste of him, overshadowed everything else.
He looked back at Kurt, who, once again, had his arms folded on the edge of the rocks, head resting there, eyes gazing up at him. Blaine smiled to himself, and leant down to softly kiss Kurt's sweet lips.
Long after sleep had enveloped him in its peaceful arms, Kurt remained there, drinking in the sight of the moonlight casting silvery shadows across the face of the boy he loved. He knew that he shouldn't love him, that either way, if one of them became like the other it would be excruciatingly painful for both, but still, he loved him.
Kurt fell asleep, there on the rocks, wishing that he would never have to move from them, or away from Blaine. For now, it felt as though an invisible cord was binding them together, a rope woven by their first kiss, unbreakable, unyielding. He hoped.