Day 2 (night)--

“No, Blaine, I told you I was not eating going to eat that junk!” Kurt stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at his boyfriend. Blaine was still trying to coax Kurt into letting him eat something else, anything else, but he was not budging.
“Come on, Kurt, it’s just a hotdog. At least take a bite?” he held out a fresh hotdog, slathered in ketchup and sweet relish, Blaine’s favorite hotdog toppings. In his other hand, Blaine held his own half eaten hotdog.
“No.” he said again, turning away from his boyfriend and crossing his arms. Blaine took another bite of his hotdog and laughed while he chewed. Kurt was being a baby right now, and he knew Kurt knew it. Slowly, Kurt turned back around and stared down the hotdog.
“If I die, you will bury me next to my mother.” he said simply, holding out his hand and causing a chuckle from his boyfriend. Of course he wouldn’t die, it was just a hotdog after all. Blaine handed him the hotdog as he finished off his own and watched the diva stare at it for a full minute before raising it tentatively toward his lips. Finally, he took a bite and chewed very slowly. Blaine tried not to stare at Kurt, but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted to see his reaction.
“So?” Blaine asked, when Kurt finally swallowed. His boyfriend responded by taking another bite, this time a bigger one, and walked away from Blaine.
“Hey, come back here!” he followed him to where Mercedes was chatting with Rachel about being a diva. He broke into their conversation, his back toward Blaine, standing with one hand on his hip, the other holding a hotdog. Mercedes and Rachel were cracking up, no doubt asking him about the hotdog. Kurt was halfway done with his hotdog by now, and was in the process of taking another bite when Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. Kurt jumped and dropped his hotdog on the ground.
“Blaine!” he whirled around out of Blaine’s grasp and shouted, pouting down at the hotdog now covered in dirt and a few ants. “You made me drop my hotdog!”
“I thought you didn’t like hotdogs, Kurt.” he smirked, eyeing his frown.
“I was hungry.” he stated, turning back to the hotdog on the ground.
“Wait here…” Blaine sighed, taking off toward the picnic table. He came back with two more hotdogs, the same as before, one for him and one for Kurt. He held it out and Kurt hastily took it and shoved a huge bite into his mouth.
“Hey, slow down, you’ll choke!” Blaine laughed, attempting to reach for Kurt’s hotdog. He held it possessively and held it back away from Blaine.
“I think you like hotdogs.” Blaine giggled, taking a bite of his own hotdog.
“Noowha don!” Kurt mumbled through a mouth full of bread and meat.
“I think so.”
“No I hate them! They’re gross!” Kurt exclaimed after he finally swallowed.
“If that’s true give me the hotdog.” He held out his hand for Kurt to drop the hotdog into. Kurt just ignored his hand and took another bite, trying not to smile.
“I knew it!” Blaine exclaimed, fisting his arms in the air and yelling in victory.
“Fine, I love hotdogs! They are so, so delicious!” Kurt admitted before taking another huge bite.
Kurt ate three hotdogs that night, including half of the that ended up in the dirt. He wanted to try for four, but Blaine stopped him, saying he’d get a stomach ache. Kurt protested, then belched loudly, covering his mouth with his hand and blushing furiously. That was the end of the hotdogs for the night.

About 9:10 PM- Blaine and Kurt’s tent.

 Kurt gently pushed Blaine off so they lay side by side. Blaine smiled against his lips, letting his hands travel down south, palming Kurt through his boxers. After a few strokes, he slipped his hand inside.
“Oh god, Blaine,” Kurt groaned quietly, kissing Blaine and reaching for Blaine’s already naked arousal. Blaine finally reached his other hand down and sloppily pulled at his underwear. They pumped each other hard as they kissed, sloppily, moaning out in pleasure every now and then. Blaine not only stroked Kurt’s erection, but also fingered his hole, making Kurt moan every time he thrust in hard. Suddenly, he took Kurt fully into his mouth. Kurt didn’t even realize Blaine was down that far. He moaned out in pleasure, involuntarily thrusting his hips up to meet Blaine’s lips. Blaine was excellent at this, he always seemed to know exactly what to do to make Kurt scream with pleasure.
“Blaine-” He cried but was cut off with a kiss. Kurt was so close to the edge, he wanted more. He needed more.
“Kurt, faster Kurt,” Blaine grunted, scooting closer to his boyfriend and kissing him deeply, urging him to move his hand faster against his erection. Kurt obeyed, but desperately needing to feel all of Blaine inside him.
“I need you,” Kurt panted, grabbing at Blaine anywhere he could reach, pulling him closer. “I need you inside me.”
Blaine kissed him again, deeper and slower this time. “Are you sure? Right now?” he asked, words broken up because of his deep breathing.
“Yes, oh god yes, Blaine!” he moaned, when Blaine rubbed up against Kurt’s side. Blaine rolled over on top of Kurt, leaning over to kiss him while he spread his legs.
“Mmm,” Blaine groaned, when Kurt rubbed up against him. “Where’s the lube?”
“Side pocket.” Kurt whined quietly, pulling him down on top of him for another kiss. Blaine retrieved the lube from Kurt’s overnight bag quickly when Kurt let him go and rubbed it on his erection quickly.
“Ready?” He breathed, slowing down a bit. Kurt had other ideas though.
“Yes, Blaine! God, hurry up!” Blaine giggled quietly at Kurt’s begging and wasted no time slipping inside of him.
“Kurt, you’re so tight.” he pushed in all the way, not pausing to see if Kurt was doing ok. He knew by the sounds Kurt was emitting from his lips that he was more than fine.
“Just go!” he whined, pushing Blaine against him. He just wanted his boyfriend to go as fast as he possibly could go; he wanted to feel the pleasure. Kurt’s hands stayed on Blaine’s backside, forcing him upward at a faster pace.
Kurt could feel himself getting closer to the edge as Blaine thrust hard into him. Their tent shook from all the movement, Kurt was sure. Or maybe it was just his eyes rolling back into his head every time Blaine hit his prostate.
“Kurt…” Blaine grunted, leaning back and snapping his hips forward a few more times. “I’m gonna-” He was cut off by the sound of Kurt coming, simultaneously with Blaine as they both hollered out each other’s names. Blaine collapsed onto his boyfriend, sliding out of him as he did so. Kurt reached up and stroked Blaine’s now sweat soaked curls, no longer trapped by hair gel.
“Mmmy love when you’re hair’s curly.” Kurt slurred, coming down from his sexual high.
“I know.” he giggled softly, reaching up to kiss him. Blaine scooted off, so he was no longer constricting his boyfriend’s breathing and snuggled him into his side.
“I never thought you’d do that in a tent.” Blaine smirked, peering at Kurt through his eyelashes.
“I love you.” He whispered, voice thick with sleep. They were quiet for quite some time, Kurt‘s breathing slowing and matching with Blaine’s. Just when Blaine thought Kurt was asleep, he heard his boyfriend whisper into the darkness.
“I think I like camping.”
Blaine giggled quietly and pulled Kurt closer into his chest and kissed his hair.
“Me too, Kurt.”