Despite Kurt’s complaining about Finn dragging him to the beach at the beach house they had rented and on the short walk over, when he got there he certainly wasn’t complaining. Not only was it an absolutely gorgeous beach, white sand, clean water, and not too crowded, but the boy around their age playing volleyball near them wasn’t hard on the eyes either. With evenly tanned skin, black swim trunks that hugged his ass quite nicely, dark curly hair, fantastic arms, and well… Kurt could go on for hours.

That evening, when Kurt and Finn were walking down the small boardwalk the town had, eating ice cream and they ran into the boy again, who introduced himself as Blaine, who was staying a few houses down from theirs and also happened to be from Ohio, Kurt wasn’t complaining at all.