Week 1 Day 3

That morning Kurt woke up and stared at the ceiling. He couldnt believe that Blaine wanted to see him again. Kurt didnt know if the lifeguard was gay or not, but it didnt really matter to him. Well, not that much. At least he found someone who might actually be his friend for the summer.

Living by the ocean wasnt as hard as Kurt thought it was going to be. As long as he didnt go in the water it seemed like it was going to be okay. His fear of water left him without the ability to swim well. He could tread water, but not for more than a few minutes.

But maybe if Blaine was there to save him…

"Kurt! Breakfast in half an hour!" His father called from downstairs.

"Coming!" Kurt called back and rolled out of bed. When he went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, to his dismay, his face was already sunburned.

Once Kurt made it downstairs, pancakes were already on the table and Carole was getting the orange juice out of the refrigerator. "Good morning, Kurt." Carole said at the counter smiling.

"Good morning, Carole. Did you need any help?" Kurt asked as he looked around the kitchen.

"No, breakfast is ready, just go get your dad and Finn," she said thoughtfully.

"No problem. What about Aunt Annie?"

"She wont be coming to breakfast. She had another spell last night."

Because Aunt Annie was in the last stages of Alzheimers, she would have spells where she wouldnt remember anyone, or think she was in a different time.

When Kurt walked past Aunt Annies room looking for Finn and Burt, he saw that she was sitting at the piano trying to play a song. She used to be a beautiful pianist, but the Alzheimers had taken away her ability to play.

Kurt felt bad. He didnt know how to make her better. And he knew he couldnt.

Kurt and his family had breakfast together and talked about what they could do that day. Burt suggested the boardwalk, but Kurt had other plans.

"You guys can go without me. I think Im going to go to beach again today," Kurt said.

"Mhm," Burt said knowingly, "And does that lifeguard have anything to do with that?"

Kurt could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, and he knew it was visible to the rest of his family. "Maybe. Hes really nice, Dad, and he said he wants us to be friends."

"Just friends?" Burt raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just friends. He said it himself." Kurt said, fighting the words out of his mouth.

"Well, have fun. Well have to go to the boardwalk another time."

"Im sorry, Dad," Kurt said apologetically. He didnt want to let his family down.

"Its fine, honey," Carole cut in. "Aunt Annie needs us here in case she has another spell anyway."

"Thanks guys." Kurt smiled at his family and they went back to finishing his breakfast.

As Kurt walked down the beach with nothing but his towel and bag of skin care products, nerves and excitement were threatening to overtake him. He couldnt wait to see Blaine. It was crazy, hadnt he only known him for a day?

Halfway down the beach Kurt could tell that Blaine was sitting on the lifeguard stand. He was in red swim trunks again today, they must be uniform. Not wearing a shirt must also be uniform.

Kurt felt relief when he saw that no one else was on the beach. He really just wanted to be alone with Blaine.

"Blaine?" Kurt said weakly from beside the lifeguard stand.

"Hmm?" Blaine said pulling off his sunglasses. He then turned his head, and gave Kurt a broad smile when he realized who it was. "Hey, Kurt. Nice to see you again today."

"Well I said I would come," Kurt replied. "I can see what you mean by boring. Theres no one here."

Blaine jumped off the stand and walked up to Kurt. "Yeah, but I really like looking at the ocean. It keeps me company."

The boys smiled at each other before taking the towel Kurt had brought and laying it down next to the stand. They sat down and talked just like they did the day before. Kurt found it unbelievable that he and Blaine had so much to talk about. It never really got too personal, however. Kurt told him more about glee club and how they went to nationals two years and a row. Blaine had told him how much he would have loved to be in a singing group, but he was homeschooled and his grandmother didnt really approve.

The evening came quicker than Kurt had ever seen. Disappointedly, Kurt told Blaine that he would come back tomorrow if Blaine wanted him to.

"Of course, I would love you to come back tomorrow," Blaine said as they stood on Aunt Annies porch like they had the night before.

And it went like that for a week. Kurt would get up, have breakfast with his family, go to the beach or into town for a few hours, and then go spend time with Blaine.

Their relationship remained platonic and simple. Sometimes after his shift, Blaine would ask Kurt to go get ice cream with him. It was this tiny, old fashioned ice cream parlor called Susies that sat right on the boardwalk. Blaine would get a chocolate sundae every time, whereas Kurt got a miniature banana split, hoping someday Blaine would want a larger one to share.

"I have the day off tomorrow," Blaine said to Kurt as he ate his sundae while they sat at the bar.

"You do?" Kurt said curiously.

"Yep, I have every Saturday off because the other lifeguards think I need a life other than sitting at the stand every day."

A few moments passed and Kurt wanted to know why Blaine was telling him this. "Well?" Kurt asked trying to get Blaines attention.

"Oh, yeah," Blaine said as he remembered what he was going to say. "I was wondering if you want to go to the Ocean City amusement park with me tomorrow. Its small, but its actually a pretty fun place. And itd be a travesty if you spent this whole summer here and never went there."

"Id love to," Kurt said a little too quickly. "I mean- yeah, seems like it would be fun. But I dont really like roller coasters that much."

"Well, Ill protect you," Blaine said thoughtfully. "I swear, you will have a great time." He smiled at him again and Kurt couldnt help but smile back.

"Im sure I will," Kurt said softly.

Week 2 Day 1

Kurt woke up Saturday morning and nearly jumped out of bed. He had hardly slept all that night in anticipation. He knew it wasnt a date, but it was Blaine. Blaine, the hazel eyed, curly haired lifeguard that he had only known for a week. Granted, they had almost spent that entire week together, so it felt so much longer than that.

Kurt tried not to think about the fact they would only have the summer together as he got ready. He would be going off to college, and Blaine would still be just a friend.

When he finished getting ready, Kurt noticed that it was only 7am and his family wouldnt be up for breakfast for another hour. So Kurt decided he would pass the time by making breakfast for them. Blaine wasnt coming to pick him up until 10 so he had to do something to pass the time. He hopped down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find Aunt Annie sitting at the table having a cup of coffee.

"Well youre up early this morning," she said sipping her coffee. "Would you like to join me for coffee? There is enough for an extra cup."

"That would be wonderful," he replied to the white-haired woman and walked over to brewer and poured himself a cup. He sat down and looked across at the old woman, "Are you feeling better today?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you for asking," she smiled at him. "I can feel things leaving me, though. Every day I forget the littlest things." Kurt took her hand from across the table and looked at her with apologetic eyes. "Thank you for having coffee with me, Kurt. You are truly a sweet boy." She took another sip from her cup. "Where have you been these past few days?"

"Just...with a friend," he sighed in reply.

"A friend? Did you meet this friend on the boardwalk?"

"No, hes actually a lifeguard from down the beach. His name is Blaine." Blaine, how Kurt loved saying his name.

"Blaine Anderson?" Kurt nodded. "Oh, he is such a charming boy. I believe he lives with his grandmother a few neighborhoods down. He hasnt always lived there though. I cant quite remember when he moved in."

"Do you remember why he moved in?" Kurt asked curiously.

She thought for a few moments and then sighed, "Im sorry Kurt I just cant remember. His grandmother and I used to be great friends. She and I used to go to Andersons ice cream parlor together all the time when we were young. She actually ended up marrying the owners son." She said taking another sip of coffee.

"Andersons? Is that Susies now?"

She sighed and nodded at him, "Her husband passed away a few years back and the poor dear had to sell the place off. I dont think they are doing very well financially anymore."

He and Blaine had gone to Susies three times already and he never mentioned that his family had owned the place, or that they werent doing well with money. But Kurt just shrugged it off, it wasnt that big of a deal that Blaine didnt tell him every little detail of his life.

"And theres something else about the boy that I cant quite remember," she said interrupting his thoughts. She looked like she was concentrating extremely hard, and Kurt didnt want her to get frustrated if she couldnt remember.

"Its fine Ms. Annie, Im sure it wasnt that big of a deal," he said smiling at her.

"Kurt, please call me Aunt Annie. You are part of my family now and Ms. Annie seems too formal." She said tapping his hand and going back to drinking her coffee.

A few more moments passed and then Aunt Annie broke the silence and smiled at him. "So, you like this Blaine?" She said grinning like she knew something he didnt.

"What?" Kurt asked almost choking on his coffee.

"You know, I can see how your eyes light up when you talk about him. I dont know if he likes boys or not but…I think you should go for it." She grinned widely at him and Kurt blushed an extremely dark shade of red. How did she know? Kurt knew she was an exceptionally smart woman, but was he that easy to figure out?

Kurt thought for a few moments before replying, "Ill think about it."

The truth was, Kurt was afraid to ask Blaine if he was gay, or tell him that he liked him. For all four years of high school he was bullied and tormented. Hed lost friends over being gay, and he wouldnt let that happen to him and Blaine.

After Kurt, his family, and Aunt Annie ate the breakfast he had made, Burt and Carole decided they would go into town and go grocery shopping for Aunt Annie, since they were terribly low on food. Finn was going down to the beach, and Kurt told him he would beat him if he even thought about cheating on Rachel with one of those tourist girls.

Blaine would be there to pick him up in an hour, just in time for his father and Carole to return to look after Aunt Annie.

It was about five minutes until ten when everything took a turn for the worse.

Kurt was sitting on the couch lacing up his boots that he would be wearing to the amusement park with Blaine when Aunt Annie walked out of her room.

"Carole, honey where are you?" She called walking into the living room.

"Aunt Annie, Carole said she would be back in an hour, she should be here in a few minutes." All of a sudden Kurt heard a loud clap of thunder and it began to rain began to pour outside. Crap. He wondered if Blaine would even show up. The amusement park would definitely close during weather like this.

As soon as Aunt Annie came into focus she stopped and stared at Kurt.

"Aunt Annie, whats wrong?" He asked cautiously.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" She said accusingly.

Kurt knew automatically that she was having one of her spells. He hadnt been there any other times she did so he didnt really know what to do.

He stood up and tried to keep her calm. "Its me, Kurt. I am Caroles step-son-"

She quickly cut him off. "Step-son?" She questioned harshly, "But Carole is only 10 years old. How can she have a step-son?"

"Please, dont freak out Ms. Annie. Carole is older now and has two teenage sons. You dont remember because you have Alzheimers." The realization in her eyes intensified and she started to scream.

"No! Get out of my house or I will call the police!" She started running to the phone and Kurt put his arms around her. He didnt want her to hurt herself. "Let go of me! Help! Someone!" she started to scream.

Then out of nowhere there was a sudden knock at the door. "Come in!" Kurt yelled. He didnt care who it was, he just needed help.

The door opened and a voice called, "Kurt!"

Kurt knew as soon as his name was said that it was Blaine. Blaine walked into the living room drenched from the rain. "Kurt whats wrong?" He said as he saw the sight of Kurt and Aunt Annie struggling.

"Shes having a spell and I dont know what to do!" He said panicking.

"Does she have a sedative?" he asked calmly. Of course, Carole told him on their first day about the sedative they kept in their room.

"Its in the master bedroom upstairs," he said as Aunt Annie continued to struggle, but now Kurt was just lightly holding on to her.

"Who is that? Whats going on? Get me out of here!" She called.

Before too long Blaine had come down with a syringe and some rubbing alcohol. They took the old woman into her room and sat her on the bed and gave her the medicine. She quickly became quiet and stared at the wall.

"I think shell be like this for a while," Blaine said. "Im sorry we wont be able to go to the amusement park, its closed due to the rain and-"

"Its fine," Kurt cut him off, "Come on. Lets get you changed, youre drenched."

Kurt and Blaine closed and locked Aunt Annies door in case the sedative wore off. Kurt took Blaine up to his room and went into his closet. "Here," he said putting a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt down on the bed. "I think these will do."

"Thank you," Blaine said as he picked up the clothes and went into the bathroom.

"No really, thank you," Kurt said as stood with his head against the door. "I dont know what I would have done-" He heard his phone buzz from the table and went to go look. He had gotten a text from Carole saying they were stuck in the store due to the storm. He and Blaine would be alone for a while.

"Well I dont want you to leave until the storm is over," Kurt called to Blaine. "Why did you come anyway? It was pouring outside."

Blaine came out from the bathroom and walked into Kurts room. The shirt was just a bit too tight because of his shoulders and the pants were a little too long because Kurt was taller. His curly hair was completely drenched. Kurt couldnt help but stare.

"Well, I couldnt just stand you up like that. Bad manners. Actually, maybe I should get your number just in case something like this happens again. My grandmother doesnt like me using the phone very often. But, for emergencies like this, I think Ill need it."

Kurt was speechless. Stand him up? What did he mean. "Umm- Sure, here." He went over to his dresser and wrote down his cell number on a piece of paper. He handed it to Blaine and they smiled at each other. "Im actually glad this happened though, thank you, something could have gone terribly wrong…"

Before Kurt could say something else there was a loud noise coming from downstairs. He knew immediately it was Aunt Annie trying to play the piano. He and Blaine walked down the hall and into her room. What they found was Aunt Annie sitting with a blank face, trying to figure out the notes on the piano.

"I feel so bad for her," Kurt whispered. "Carole tells me she used to play beautifully."

Without a word, Blaine quietly walked into her room as stood behind her. What was he doing? Kurt thought to himself. Then, he simply bent down and put his arm around either side of her. He put his hand over hers and guided her fingers along the keys. "I cant remember," she whispered softly to him.

"I promise youll remember how to play, dont lose hope," Blaine whispered softly back to her. Why was he telling her this? He didnt know if she would ever remember.

"Can you play for me?" She asked apathetically.

"Sure," he told her. He stood up straight and sat beside the woman on the bench. And then, he began to play. Kurts jaw dropped as he stood in the doorway of the room. Carefully, he walked over and sat on her bed and watched. Kurt didnt recognize the song at first, but all he knew was that Blaines playing may have been the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

But then he began to sing, and Kurt knew the song immediately.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Kurt had never heard Blaines voice before, he hadnt even known he could sing. He had never heard the song played like this before. He just sat on the bed in awe of the boy singing in front of him.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Aunt Annies face stayed the same throughout. Expressionless. Blaine kept looking over at her and giving her tiny smiles.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
Theyre really saying I love you

Kurts eyes started to tear. He couldnt help it. Blaine could just sit next to her and play, and everything seemed like it would be alright.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more than Ill never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

When he completed his playing and singing, he simply put his hands down on his lap and waited. It seemed like an eternity until Aunt Annie lifted her hands to the piano, and began to play again. This time, she was playing perfectly. It was a difficult piece, seemed like something by Beethoven or Rachmaninoff.

The smile on Blaines face made Kurt start to cry harder. How could he do that? He made her remember how to play. How could he heal her like that?

As she ended, she turned and looked at Blaine and smiled. She put her hand on his and said, "Thank you."

"Sometimes we just need that reminder," he said kindly and patted her hand back, the sun shining through the window brightly.

Blaine turned around and saw that Kurt was crying and stood up. "Umm…It stopped raining, and my grandmother will be worried about me. I think I should go. I-Ill give you your clothes tomorrow? After church, I have a two hour shift, maybe we can go out for ice cream after?"

He didnt even wait for Kurts answer before he left. Kurt sat there and thought for a few moments. Why did he just leave like that? Was it because he was uncomfortable that he was crying? Who truly was Blaine Anderson?