Even early in the morning, you could tell it was one of those days that was going to be sweltering. The sun was so strong, that Kurt was wishing he had put sunblock on before breakfast. He was still finishing-up his granola bar and juice with most of his friends, who seemed to be moving pretty slowly, whether from lack of sleep or lack of coffee, he wasn't sure. It seemed no one was brave enough to try the instant coffee they'd brought with them. Blaine, however, had polished off breakfast in record time, and had run off (literally running) to get ready for the beach.
"Are you ready?" he asked, dressed in a T-shirt and swimming trunks, a towel flung over his shoulder. "I love the beach. I could spend all day in the water and never get tired of it," he said, bouncing from side to side.
"Just about ready," said Kurt, swallowing the last of his juice. "I just have to get changed."
"Let's get going then, we're wasting daylight," Blaine said as he pulled Kurt to his feet and they walked to Kurt's tent. Blaine waited outside as Kurt got ready. "Are you almost ready?" he asked. "How long does it take to get changed?"
"I'm putting on sunscreen. With today's UV index, it's critical that I don't miss any spots."
"Couldn't you do that on the beach?"
"I don't want to risk any unnecessary UV exposure."
"But if you'd done it on the beach, maybe I could have helped make sure you didn't miss any spots," Blaine said in a flirty tone.
Kurt didn't have an answer for that, but a minute later, he emerged in his swim trunks, a white long-sleeved shirt and a wide-brimmed hat, carrying a bag with extra sunscreen, water, a magazine and a towel.
"Let's go," Blaine said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the beach at a run.
They weren't the first ones there. Rachel and Tina were already tanning. Rachel was very excited to show off her new pink bikini with gold stars. Kurt was setting up his towel near the girls, but Blaine had dumped his stuff hurriedly on the beach and was already half way to the lake. He just didn't seem to be able to resist the water. After walking in up to his knees, he dove in and swam out to where the water was shoulder height.
Kurt finally looked up from where he had finished spreading out his stuff to see his boyfriend out in the lake, waving for him to come out – his shirtless boyfriend. How had he missed that? Blaine had just been next to him. And now, he was going to have to take his shirt off and walk out to the lake while Blaine watched. He turned his back and started pulling off his hat and shirt. He wasn't sure Blaine would like what he saw. He didn't think he was bad-looking, with his lean, muscular body, but he certainly didn't spend any time lifting weights like Blaine did.
As he made his way to the water, he got a loud whistle from Mercedes, who had just arrived. "Looking hot, Kurt," she said.
Reaching the lake, he was in a hurry to get deep into the water where he would feel less-exposed, until he put one foot in. "It's freezing. How can you just dive in like that?" he asked Blaine, who was swimming around, waiting for Kurt to join him.
"It's great once you get in, I promise."
It took Kurt another few minutes to work his way out to where his boyfriend was, but Blaine was right, once he was out there, it wasn't bad. "Hi," he said shyly.
"Hi," Blaine replied.
Then there were big splashes on either side of Kurt as Finn and Sam dove in and Kurt found himself in the middle as they started to toss a football around. Kurt and Blaine played for awhile, before Kurt got bored and said he was going to swim for a bit. Blaine joined him, obviously comfortable in the water. He was almost swimming laps around Kurt instead of swimming with him.
"How are you such a good swimmer?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know. I had lessons when I was little, but I guess I was really just in the water every chance I got. Sometimes we went to the lake, or the ocean, and I would spend pretty much the whole day in the water."
"Do you want to get out for a bit?" Kurt asked after awhile. "I should probably reapply my sunscreen."
"Sure," Blaine said, following Kurt out.
They lay side by side on their towels, and Kurt finally got a good look at Blaine. Actually, he couldn't take his eyes off of his boyfriend – his well-defined pecs, gorgeous abs and a small amount of chest hair. All he could think about was running his fingers through it, and over those pecs and... He looked up quickly at Blaine's face, embarrassed to have been staring at him, not realizing that Blaine was looking at him the same way. "Do you want some water?" he asked, his voice higher than normal.
"Uh, sure," Blaine said, tearing himself away from his fantasy of kissing Kurt's smooth chest.
Kurt pulled out the SPF 60 and started reapplying it to his face. "Do you want some?" he asked.
"I don't usually burn."
"You should still protect your skin. You wouldn't want to look all leathery and wrinkled when you're older."
Blaine laughed, "No, I definitely wouldn't want to look all leathery next to your flawless complexion." He took some of Kurt's sunscreen and started to put it on his face, arms and chest.
"Do you want me to do your back?" asked Kurt, with a flirty smile.
"Sure," said Blaine, rolling onto his stomach. Kurt started slowly rubbing the sun-warmed lotion into Blaine's neck and shoulders. Blaine sighed contentedly. This wasn't just sunscreen application, this was a full-out massage. Kurt's hands were so soft, but powerful at the same time. It felt amazing with them rubbing his back. When Kurt was done, Blaine was quick to return the favour, also taking much longer than he really needed to massage-in the lotion. He picked-up the bottle and said, grinning "This says to reapply every two hours, so I guess we'll be doing this again at 12:30."
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They all spent a great day, alternating swimming and lying on the beach. Blaine spent more time in the water than Kurt, but came back frequently to hang out, or to reapply sunscreen. Rather than having a real lunch, they brought food back from the campsite and snacked throughout the day. By late afternoon, the guys started getting hungry and made their way out of the water to where Kurt, Artie and the girls were sitting. Kurt couldn't help but notice that Blaine was the best-looking of all the guys. How could he have had a crush on Finn the year before?
"I'm starving," Blaine said. "What's the plan for supper?"
"Hot dogs, again," said Kurt apologetically. "It seemed like the safest thing for Finn to be cooking over a fire. I went and got more ice for the cooler earlier, so they should be fine."
"Sounds good to me. I'm hungry enough to eat just about anything."
This time, Blaine, obviously trying to impress Kurt, managed to get a fire going, and insisted on roasting a hot dog for him. "You're not eating much," he remarked, seeing Kurt holding his half-eaten supper.
"Just thinking about all the nitrates these must contain," Kurt said quickly, unwilling to admit that he'd really been daydreaming about what might happen later tonight.
Later on, when everyone else was busy making popcorn over the fire, and Rachel was trying to start some kind of vocal competition, Blaine whispered to Kurt "Do you want to go for a walk?" They slipped away, hand in hand, and walked along the beach with only the light from the moon. Blaine pulled him down to sit on the grass, leaning against a tree, his legs propped-up on either side of Kurt and Kurt leaning back into his chest.
"Look at all those stars," Blaine said. "That's really my favourite part of camping, even more than swimming. I love getting out of the city where there's no lights to interfere. And it's even more beautiful when I'm sitting here with you, Love. This has been an amazing trip. I'm so happy you thought of coming here."
"Me, too," Kurt said, turning around to look at Blaine and reaching a hand up around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
Blaine loved it when Kurt initiated things – when he didn't have to worry about being too forward or scaring him. He gave into the kiss now, his lips moving perfectly against Kurt's.
"Do I get to see you again tonight?" he asked once Kurt pulled away.
"Finn seemed pretty happy when he came back this morning, so I'm willing to bet he'll be staying with Rachel again tonight, so yes, you will definitely get to stay with me."
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Blaine lay in his tent, waiting for Finn's familiar footsteps to go by, then he made his way to Kurt's tent. It was still warm out, even after sunset, and his tent had been really hot, so he'd settled for wearing his grey Dalton shorts and a grey T-shirt instead of pajamas. Once inside Kurt's tent, he sat on the edge of the air mattress and started taking off his shoes. Two familiar arms slipped around him from behind and he felt his boyfriend's lips on his neck. Unconsciously, Blaine leaned his head away with a contented sigh to give Kurt better access, as he continued to suck on Blaine's neck. Then he felt soft hands on his back, under his shirt, rubbing slowly upwards and starting to massage his shoulders. His head dropped forward as he relaxed completely under Kurt's touch. He felt his shirt being tugged upwards and lifted his arms to allow his boyfriend to remove it.
Blaine somehow managed to kick-off his remaining shoe, while turning around to face Kurt. Kurt reached out for him again, unable to see in the darkness. His hand found Blaine's shoulder. He traced his hand tentatively down the center of Blaine's chest, then moved up again to run his fingers through his chest hair.
"I've wanted to do this all day," Kurt whispered.
"Me, too," Blaine replied, reaching for Kurt's shirt and pulling it off. Apparently Kurt had found it too hot for pajamas as well, since Blaine seemed to be holding a T-shirt, rather than the long-sleeved silk he'd had on yesterday. He flung the shirt to the side and reached one hand towards the body he'd been longing to touch all day, gently exploring Kurt's chest with his fingertips. He could hear Kurt starting to breathe more heavily, his own breathing getting louder as well, then Kurt's lips were on his. It was a little bit awkward, sitting facing each other, and as Kurt tried to deepen the kiss, he couldn't reach as well as he wanted to. He climbed on top of Blaine, straddling his lap and kissed him again passionately.
As they eventually pulled back, gasping, Blaine whispered "Who the hell are you, and what did you do with Kurt Hummel?"
"Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away."
"Don't be sorry; I liked it," the dark-haired boy whispered. "Do you want to stop?"
Kurt didn't answer him with words, but the intensity of the kiss that followed left Blaine without any question that Kurt wanted this. Their kisses continued, broken only by quick gasps for breath. Kurt locked his arms tight around Blaine's shoulders, pulling them even closer together and, to Blaine's surprise, settling himself firmly against his lap. Even through their clothes, he could feel that Kurt was as excited as he was. As Kurt started to move against him, Blaine reached for his hips, encouraging him to keep moving, not wanting him to stop. "Kurt," he breathed, then gasped against his boyfriend's lips as Kurt sucked hard on his bottom lip and started to move faster and faster.
"Blaine, Baby," Kurt moaned. "Baby, I'm... ohhh."
The sounds coming from his boyfriend were enough to put Blaine over the edge. "Kurt," he gasped one last time, wishing he could see the expression in the other boy's eyes. Then they collapsed together back onto the air mattress, Kurt still on top of him. They held each other silently for a few minutes as their breathing slowed down and they realized what they had just done.
"Are you alright, Love?" Blaine asked.
"I'm great. I didn't plan that. I guess I just got carried away. I liked it, though. I wasn't scared like I thought I would be. Was it okay for you?"
"It was incredible. Being that close to you was the best thing I've ever felt. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt pulled a blanket over them and cuddled-up tightly against Blaine.
The last thing Blaine remembered thinking was: Finn was right, he does call me Baby. Does that mean he's been having dreams about me? Then his eyes closed and he fell asleep almost immediately, sleeping soundly, wrapped tightly around his boyfriend, until the sun was up the next morning