He cringed at the thought.

Plus, he would never go out in the sun like that; it would burn his precious skin. And he took very good care of it, enough to not risk ruining it with unnecessary freckles and temporary redness.

There weren't ever many people at the beach, seeing as how his aunt practically lived in the middle of know where.

His dad had quite literally dragged Kurt to Jane's house for the summer. Burt and Carole finally planned the honey moon they missed after they had gotten married(not having enough money at the time of the wedding for an afterward getaway)for a one and a half month stay at a nice resort located near the Appalachian Mountains, in a secluded little area in Virginia.

Burt had driven Carole, Finn, and Kurt to the small town in North Carolina where Kurt's aunt lived, right on the boarder of Virgina.

The drive was horrid, in Kurt's opinion.

When his dad and Carole had announced the news of their summer plans, Kurt was not thrilled. He would have to spend nearly two months in a cramped house with his aunt and Finn, on a beach.

When they reached the house, Burt and Carole said their goodbyes, Carole getting a little teary. Jane took them in right away to let them unpack as Burt and Carole drove off of the sand and on to the highway.

Kurt hadn't spent a lot of time with his aunt in his recent years, but he knew her well enough to call her family. He had learned she was attracted to women, which he was perfectly fine with, seeing as how he's attracted to the same-sex also. At least they had that in common, he thought.

Jane lived in a small wooden house, surrounded by sand, of course, which Kurt also despised. Though, Kurt had to admit it was a beautiful house and the atmosphere was surprisingly calming on the shore. Also, he had learned his aunt had quite an eye for interior design. The walls of the home were a light blue that complimented the beige carpeting in the bedrooms and the dark brown wood in the tiny kitchen.

The only sounds Kurt could hear were the faint gawking of the many seagulls that were always flying about and the ocean waves calmly crashing into the shore. He had noticed, after a few days of staying there, that the house would often sway with the breeze, and that fact terrified him for some reason, always conjuring up fictional stories in his head that involved him being crushed by the house or the tide washing it away with him in it.